#DJ IS ACTUALLY INSANE GUYS

[hitokshellart]

Dj like I say so many times you're actually so insane??? I love you????

The colors the shadow the way I'm so close to killing myself

im on time and not late for this heh,,,, coughs

close ups:

flowers:

red spider lily - death of loved ones, last goodbyes

marigold - light that lives inside someone, flowers for dia de los muertos to guide the dead home

camellia - love and devotion

lavender - devotion, queer love

bmc is so awesome and i love it and i love hitok Mwa weeee

au and dtiys by @hitokshellart

[jwonsite]

bed chem - sim jaeyun

(part of the short n' sweet series)

pairing - collegestudent!jake x fem!reader

word count - 7.6k

warnings - drinking, unprotected sex (wrap it up,,), they don't rly know each other whoops, uhm lmk anything i missed

you looked in the mirror one last time as your best friend rambled on about how fun this party was going to be, and how you could finally “put yourself out there” after your last boyfriend. 

“i am going to get so wasted tonight, apparently they hired like, an actual dj, and i heard somebody say that they were going to do a lip sync battle between the boys,” yunjin explained as she bounced on her heels, waving her hands around in excitement as she told you all the things she heard about the party already.

you ran your hands over the fabric of the dress again, silently questioning whether you were ready for this. it had been a few months since your last relationship, but the idea of putting yourself out there felt… a bit overwhelming.

“alright yes i get it yunjin, i promise i will not silently sit in the corner the whole time,” you said to her as you turned to walk out of your room

“okay okay, i’m sorry i just want you to have a little bit of fun for once. you’re always cooped up in this room doing god knows what,” she said as she grabbed her stuff and followed you out of your apartment

“how did you even find out about this again?” you asked her, sitting down in the drivers seat of your car as she settled into the seat next to you

“well i have a class with heeseung, and the other day he was talking about this ‘big party’ that his best friend was throwing for his birthday, and he asked me to come, and told me to ‘bring my friend too’,” she explained, applying another layer of lip liner and gloss in the small mirror above her

“wait pause, lee heeseung asked about me?” you asked, making a face of disbelief, considering you have never talked to him in your life

“well no, it was one of his friends, i dont remember which one of them it was they all kind of blur together in my mind,” she said as she closed the mirror and opened her phone, rambling about something she saw on her phone as you’re left to wonder which one of lee heeseung’s friends would’ve requested you at this party.

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as the street filled with parked cars and the music thumped louder, a knot started forming in your stomach. you can’t believe you let her talk you into this, much rather being at home in your pajamas binge watching a new series. you glanced at yunjin, who was already checking her lipstick in the mirror, completely unfazed. of course, she was used to this; you, on the other hand… it had been a while.

you find a parking spot relatively close to the house after a boy helped his very obviously drunk girlfriend into the car and drove away. parking the car you grabbed your bag and looked at your best friend,

“yunjin do not leave me alone here like last time. and if you are going home with somebody please tell me before you’re already halfway to his house so i dont go insane looking for you,” you said a bit sternly

“i promise i will tell you if i leave,” she said, extending her pinky out to you as you guys have done for all the years you’ve been friends, interlocking your pinkies before touching your thumbs together and smiling.

as you stepped out of the car, the crisp night air hit your skin, contrasting with the heavy thrum of bass in the distance. the smell of alcohol already lingered, though you hadn’t even reached the front door.

yunjin let out a small squeal, excited to have finally been able to convince you to come to a party with her again. she grabbed your hand as you both walked to the front door, watching as a group of people are huddled on the porch, holding red cups as they laughed at the boy in the middle badly attempted to show off a dance move to the rest of the group.

inside, the bass vibrated through the floor, almost drowning out the sound of slurred conversations and wild laughter. the room was dimly lit, only flashing neon lights from the dj booth cutting through the haze. the air was thick with the scent of alcohol and the heat of too many bodies crowded into one space.

your grip on yunjin’s hand tightened as the crowd pressed in, laughter and music swirling around you like a chaotic blur. part of you wanted to turn around, walk right back out into the quiet night. but another part, the part that hadn’t let go of your last relationship, wondered if maybe, just maybe, yunjin was right. maybe tonight was the night to try and put yourself out there again.

as you and yunjin made it through the large crowd and to a less crowded area of the party, she let go of your hand before yelling over the music, “i’m gonna go say hi to heeseung,” she said with a wink, “ill be back!”

you shook your head a bit as you let out a small laugh, the small crush your friend had on the boy never letting up. you sat down on one of the couches in front of you, and your mind briefly wandered to heeseung’s friends, trying to remember their faces. which one of them had asked for you? the thought lingered for a moment, but you quickly shook it off. it didn’t matter, right?

as yunjin disappeared into the crowd, the thrum of excitement that she had brought with her quickly faded, leaving you alone with the deafening music and unfamiliar faces. you looked around, suddenly aware of how out of place you felt without her by your side.

you pulled out your phone, scrolling through it for a bit before you felt somebody sit down next to you, looking to your left and seeing a boy wearing a white jacket. his long brown hair fell nicely to the sides of his head, highlighting his big brown eyes and plump lips, seeing them curl up as he smiled at you. 

“you here by yourself?” he asked you, the words rolling off his lips coated in a thick australian accent.

“oh no, i’m here with my best friend but she disappeared a bit ago to find someone,” you said looking down shyly, smiling as you looked back up at him as you finished your sentence.

you recognized him, but you weren’t sure from where. you probably had seen him around campus, pushing it out of your head as he spoke up again.

“ah well, you could hang with me for a bit til she gets back,” he said, smiling at you with his eyes wide. you let out a small laugh as you nodded, but your heart raced a little faster than you’d expected. It had been a long time since you’d felt the nerves of sitting close to a boy, especially one who looked at you like that. was this how flirting was supposed to go? you could barely remember.

"i’m jake, by the way," he said, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled. 

"nice to meet you, jake," you replied, still feeling a little off-kilter but warming up to the conversation, "i’m y/n" 

he let out a small chuckle, "you looked like you needed a rescue back there, these kinds of parties not your scene?" 

you laughed, feeling yourself relax just a bit, "is it that obvious?"

he looked up as he pretending to think about your question, “hm, just a bit,” he said, feeling his knee brush lightly against yours as he leaned in, his smile growing wider. you noticed the faint scent of his cologne, warm and slightly sweet, mixing with the alcohol-laced air.

“you want something to drink?” he asked, pointing over his shoulder at the drink table behind him.

“sure,” you said, going to get up before he stopped you, putting a hand out in front of you

“no no its okay i got it, what do you want?” he asked you, looking down at you as you sat back down on the couch.

“surprise me,” you replied cheekily, smiling up at him as he walked away.

as you watched jake weave through the crowd toward the drink table, you couldn’t help but feel a flutter of excitement, or was it nervousness? you couldn’t tell.

jake returned with a grin, making eye contact with you. you stifled a laugh as he tripped over the carpet beneath the couch, catching himself just before falling.

“that carpet definitely wasn’t there before,” he said, laughing as he sat down next to you. he handed you a red cup filled with a vibrant orange liquid. you took the cup, peered inside, and sniffed. the strong aroma of alcohol mixed with a fruity scent made you scrunch your nose.

“i’m not going to wake up in an unknown place tomorrow with no memory of tonight if i drink this, am i?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

jake let out a small laugh, grabbing the cup from your hand. he poured the contents into another cup, mixing them together before handing it back. “there, promise I’m not trying to kill you,” he said with a wink, taking a big swig from his own drink.

you took a cautious sip, then looked at jake with a mock-serious expression. 

“well, i guess if i wake up in a strange place i’m blaming you,” you said with a grin.

jake chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “fair enough. but I’ll do my best to keep you safe,” he said, running a hand through his hair.

you two continued to talk, the conversation flowing effortlessly between playful banter and discussions about your future plans. jake shared what he does for fun, his major in school, and his aspirations for after graduation. you found yourselves bonding over shared interests and ambitions, discovering more common ground as the night went on.

as you spoke, jake’s proximity made it hard to concentrate. his cologne, warm and slightly sweet, mixed with the scent of the party, creating a dizzying effect. he inched closer, your knees touching as he placed a hand on your thigh. the simple touch, combined with his intense gaze, made your heart race and your thoughts scatter.

his fingers rested lightly on your leg, and you could feel the warmth of his hand even through the fabric of your dress. you tried to focus on the conversation, but the closeness and the lingering effect of the alcohol made it increasingly difficult to think straight. jake’s voice, warm and smooth, seemed to envelop you, making everything else fade into the background.

you glanced at him, catching his gaze as he spoke, his eyes reflecting a genuine interest and a hint of something deeper. you were so focused on the boy in front of you that you had completely forgotten about waiting for your best friend to come back.

a hand on your shoulder made you turn around, and you saw yunjin standing there, with heeseung right behind her.

“i’m leaving. you good?” she asked, her eyes flicking to jake before turning back to you.

“yeah, i’m fine. keep me updated on where you are, i’ll see you tomorrow,” you said, pulling her in for a hug. she bent down, wrapping her arms around you, and whispered in your ear.

“that’s him,” she said quickly, a hint of excitement in her voice, “he’s the one who asked about you.”

your cheeks heated at the thought that jake had actively looked for you during the party. as yunjin pulled away and smiled at you, raising her eyebrows, you felt a rush of warmth.

“well, anyway, bye,” she said, drawing out the word as she grabbed heeseung’s hand and practically dragged him out of the house.

you watched them leave, feeling a mix of excitement and nervous anticipation. turning back to jake, you found him still smiling at you, his interest palpable.

“was she your ride?” he asked, his face showing a hint of concern.

“no, no, i was actually her ride,” you explained. “i just like for her to let me know when she’s leaving so i don’t go crazy looking for her when i want to leave.”

“makes sense,” he said, nodding. the conversation fell into a brief silence, and you could sense the shift in the air.

“well, i should probably head home,” you said, standing up. you stumbled slightly to the side as you straightened up. jake quickly stood, his hands reaching out to steady you, resting gently on your waist.

“woah, are you sure you’re okay to drive home?” he asked, his hands still on your waist, holding you upright. your faces were inches apart, and the warmth of his touch sent a rush of feelings through you. his close proximity made your mind fuzzy, and you found it hard to focus on anything other than the way his hands felt on you. at your lack of response, jake gently removed his hands and grabbed your bag from the couch.

“i’ll drive you home,” he said, taking one of your hands in his and leading you out of the house. he fished your car keys out of your purse and pressed the lock button to find your car, spotting it parked at a nearby house.

as you walked together, your thoughts were consumed by the lingering sensation of his hand on yours. the warmth and security of his grip made your heart race and your mind swirl with a mix of excitement and anticipation. you let him lead you to your car, watching him as he opened the passenger door for you and helped you get in. he walked around the front of the car and got into the driver's seat, turning on the car before adjusting the seat and mirrors for his height. he put the car in drive and pulled out of the parking spot.

as jake pulled up in front of your apartment building, the soft glow of the streetlights bathed the street in a muted orange hue. the ride had been quiet, with a comfortable silence lingering between you two. as he cut the engine, the quiet felt heavier, almost like neither of you wanted to break it.

jake glanced over at you, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “you okay?” he asked, voice soft but tinged with concern.

you nodded, trying to push down the nervous flutter in your stomach. “yeah, i’m good. thanks for driving me.”

he gave a small shrug, his eyes never leaving yours. “i wasn’t about to let you drive home after everything tonight. no way.”

you smiled in return, the warmth in his gaze doing more to settle you than you’d care to admit. after a moment of hesitation, you reached for the door handle, but the thought of saying goodbye so soon felt wrong, unfinished. you turned back to Jake, the words slipping out before you could second-guess them.

“do you… wanna come inside for a bit?”

jake blinked, his eyebrows rising slightly in surprise, “inside? i mean, sure, if that’s okay with you.”

“yeah,” you said quickly, the sudden rush of confidence surprising even you, “i just thought it might be better than you waiting out here or calling an uber.”

jake grinned, his eyes softening in that easy, charming way he had, “i’m not gonna say no to that.”

you both got out of the car, the cool night air nipping at your skin. as you led him to the door, the sound of his footsteps behind you felt grounding, reassuring. once inside, you clicked on a small lamp, the warm light spilling over your cozy apartment. you turned to see jake taking it all in, his hands shoved into his jacket pockets.

“it’s nice,” he said, his voice quieter now that you were in a more intimate space. “feels like you.”

you blinked at him, caught off guard, 

“like me?”

“yeah,” he nodded, offering you a soft smile. “warm, inviting.”

heat crept up your neck at his words. you quickly moved toward the closet, pulling out a blanket and some pillows. “you can, uh, take the couch. it’s really comfortable. i have extra blankets if you need more.”

jake chuckled softly as he watched you fuss around, “thanks, y/n. i appreciate it.”

you placed the pillows on the couch and turned back to him, feeling a bit self-conscious now that you were standing in the soft glow of the living room together. the energy between you two felt different here, softer, closer.

“so… do you want something to drink?” you offered, “water, soda, tea?”

“water’s fine,” jake said, following you with his eyes as you made your way to the kitchen. 

“you’re being really sweet about this, you know that?”

you laughed quietly, grabbing a glass. “i just don’t want you to think i invited you in and then abandoned you on the couch.”

jake smiled, his gaze lingering on you as you handed him the glass of water.

“i definitely don’t feel abandoned.”

his words hung in the air for a moment longer than necessary, and you found yourself nervously tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. 

“so, um, you’re okay with crashing here? i mean, i don’t want it to feel awkward or anything.”

jake shook his head. 

“not awkward at all. actually… it’s kind of nice. i wasn’t ready to head home yet anyway.”

you bit your lip, contemplating your next move. 

“well… if you’re not tired, we could, i don’t know, watch a movie or something? just to wind down?”

jake’s eyes lit up, “a movie sounds perfect. wyou got?”

You walked over to the couch and gestured toward your small but growing collection of dvds and streaming options on the tv. 

“pick your poison. i’m pretty easygoing when it comes to movies.”

jake grinned, kneeling down in front of your collection, his fingers brushing over a few titles before he looked back at you with a playful gleam in his eye. 

“rom-com or action?”

you rolled your eyes playfully. “you really think I’m the rom-com type?”

he chuckled, shaking his head, “i don’t know, i could see you enjoying a cheesy romance now and then.”

“alright, fine,” you said with a smirk, “pick whatever you want. i’m just going to change into something more comfortable.”

jake nodded as you disappeared into your bedroom, your heart racing a little faster than it should have been. the realization that jake was in your living room, picking out a movie for the two of you to watch together, was almost surreal.

when you emerged a few minutes later, now dressed in comfy sweatpants and a hoodie, jake had settled on the couch, the movie queued up, and now changed into a pair of sweats and oversized t shirt that you had left out for him. he looked up at you with a grin.

“i went with action. hope that’s cool,” he said, patting the seat next to him.

“totally fine,” you laughed, sitting down beside him, leaving just enough space to feel the comfortable tension between you.

the movie started, and for the first few minutes, you both stayed focused on the screen, the low hum of action scenes filling the room. but as time passed, you found yourself sneaking glances at jake. his profile, illuminated by the soft glow of the tv, was calm and relaxed.

eventually, you leaned back into the couch, letting the comfort of the moment settle over you. “thanks for tonight,” you said softly.

jake turned his head, his gaze finding yours in the dim light. “i should be the one thanking you.”

you smiled, feeling the weight of his words. “for what?”

“for letting me in,” he said quietly, his voice sincere.

for a moment, neither of you spoke, the quiet hanging in the air between you. then, without really thinking, you nudged him with your elbow, breaking the tension with a smile. “well, if you get popcorn crumbs on my couch, i might take it back.”

jake laughed, the sound low and warm, and suddenly everything felt easy again. you leaned into the movie, the space between you shrinking ever so slightly as the night went on, the quiet intimacy of it all wrapping around you both like a soft, shared secret.

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you woke up early the next morning, the soft rays of sunlight filtering through the curtains, painting the room in golden hues. it had to be around 6 or 7 a.m. the apartment was quiet, the only sound being the rhythmic breathing from the boy underneath you. you went to move, instinctively reaching for your phone, but stopped as you became fully aware of where you were—and who you were with.

your face warmed as you realized you were lying completely on top of jake, his arms wrapped snugly around your waist, his chest rising and falling beneath you. you didn’t even remember how you ended up like this, barely recalling falling asleep in the first place. all you could focus on was the heat of his hands resting against your back, their warmth burning through the thin fabric of your t-shirt, as though they belonged there.

jake stirred slightly, his body reacting to your small movements. his eyes opened slowly, still heavy with sleep, and as he looked down at you, his messy hair and sleepy expression only made your heart race more. his grip on your waist tightened slightly, pulling you just a little closer, as if to confirm that you were real.

“hi,” you said softly, a smile tugging at your lips.

“hey,” he replied, his voice raspy from sleep, one hand lazily leaving your waist to rub the sleep from his eyes. even in his groggy state, his gaze was soft, lingering on you with that same intensity from last night.

he shifted, propping himself up slightly against the arm of the couch. his hands moved to your waist again, gently guiding you so that you were now straddling his lap. the movement felt effortless, as if the two of you had done this a hundred times before. your heart was beating out of your chest, but something about this felt... right.

you instinctively rested your hands behind his neck, fingers playing with the soft strands of hair at his nape. the closeness was intoxicating, neither of you speaking as you exchanged quiet smiles. in this early morning haze, with sleep still clinging to your senses, it felt like the world had narrowed down to just the two of you. it was domestic, almost intimate in a way that left you breathless.

jake’s eyes searched yours, his expression thoughtful before he spoke. “i really want to kiss you right now,” he admitted softly, his voice low and sincere, never breaking eye contact.

his words caught you off guard, your heart skipping a beat. you blinked at him, your mouth slightly open in surprise, trying to process what he’d just said. before you could respond, jake’s face shifted, a flicker of uncertainty passing through his eyes.

“i’m sorry, was that too far—”

but his words were cut short as you leaned in, closing the gap between you. your lips met his in a rush of heat and urgency, the feel of his lips against yours instantly sending sparks through your body. for a second, jake’s eyes widened in surprise, but he quickly melted into the kiss, his grip on your waist tightening. his hands moved up and down your sides, fingers tracing the fabric of your shirt as if memorizing the feel of you.

the kiss was far from perfect, messy, a tangle of teeth and tongues, but that only made it better. there was no hesitation, no holding back. you pressed yourself closer to him, your arms tightening around his neck, and jake responded in kind, pulling you against him with a kind of desperation, as though he had wanted this for as long as you had.

time seemed to blur as the kiss deepened, the air between you thick with longing. you could feel the pounding of his heart beneath your hands, mirroring the wild rhythm of your own. the world outside faded, leaving only the heat between you, the sound of your shared breath, and the lingering taste of his lips on yours.

he pulled away to catch his breath before moving his lips down your neck, kissing and sucking on it and leaving red marks along his path. you threw your head back as you let out small moans, gripping the hair along the nape of his neck tightly. after taking his time on your neck, he pulls away and looks at you with a certain desperation in his eyes.

“i want you so bad, please.” he says, looking at you with pleading eyes, waiting for you to give him the okay. you nodded at him quickly before he let out a small groan and picked you up to lay you down on the couch, hovering over you before continuing to kiss you, kissing down your neck again before grabbing the hem of your t shirt and pulling it over your head. you let out a small moan as kissed your exposed chest, his hands wrapping around your back to unclasp your bra, slipping it off your arms and discarding it somewhere on the floor in your living room. 

“so pretty…” he muttered to himself as he continued to kiss down your body. your hands tangled into his hair, grabbing at the roots of his brown locks and tugging slightly. you let out a small whine of impatience, pushing his head down towards your core softly.

“jake please,” you said breathily, not even sure what you were asking for. 

“please what baby?” he asked you, coming up from his spot over your lower stomach to kiss your jawline

“want you so bad don’t tease,” you said with a pout, looking up at him with pleading eyes as he had done to you before.

“shh be patient princess, i promise i’m gonna take good care of you,” he said to you before kissing your lips softly and returning back to where he was on your lower stomach. he moved down a bit more to kiss your core over the sweats you were wearing, watching as you grabbed onto the cushions next to you in frustration.

he chuckled to himself before hooking his fingers on the waistband of your pants and pulling them down, exposing the black lacy pair of underwear you had on. he swears he practically salivated at the sight, wanting to feel you on his tongue right now, but also wanting to prolong this moment forever. you bucked your hips up towards his mouth, trying to get more friction against your core. he kissed the insides of your thighs before pulling your underwear to the side and licking a stripe right up your folds. you let out a loud whine at the sensation of him where you’ve wanted him this entire time.

“mm you taste so sweet princess,” he said, dipping his head down for another taste of you. he suckled on your clit as his hands were wrapped around your thighs, holding you down onto his face so you couldn’t move off of him. he was devouring your core like he was a starved man, licking and sucking your clit while also putting his tongue inside your hole ever so often. you grasped at the couch cushions next to you before one of you hands flew to his head, grabbing at his hair and the other moved to grab your boob, playing with and pinching your nipple.

he moved one of his hands up to play with your other boob, using his other hand to finger you, sticking two of his fingers inside you while still sucking on your clit and playing with your boob, the sensation of everything hes doing making your mind practically break, barely even able to think about anything other than his mouth on you. you felt your high approaching, the familiar knot in your stomach tightening as he continued his ministrations on your body. as your orgasm hit, he continued eat you out through it, slowing his finger and bit but keeping his mouth on your clit. once you had stopped shaking and calmed down, he pulled away, licking his lips and sucking your juices off his fingers.

“did so good for me baby, taste so good,” he said as he finished cleaning your essence off his fingers. you pushed yourself off the couch and onto your still weak legs, standing at the edge of the couch about to sink down onto your knees before jake stopped you, grabbing your forearm and pulling you onto his lap.

“as much as i would love to feel your mouth around me, i need to be inside you. we can save that for next time,” he tells you with a wink, lifting you up for a moment so he can pull his pants and underwear down, his hard on slapping against his stomach as he lets you settle back down on his lap, leaning forward to suck on one of your nipples and taking your other boob in his hand. your hand tugged at the hem of his t shirt, signaling to him that you wanted it off. he chuckled before leaning back and tugging his shirt off, letting you ogle at his chiseled abs and chest. you ran a finger down his abs, tracing the lines as he watched you, hands moving to your ass and massaging it. he pulled your underwear to the side and let you sink down onto his dick.

you both let out small moans and whines, leaning forward to bury your head in his neck, moaning into it and sucking small hickies onto it. you bottomed out on him, sitting there for a second to let yourself adjust to his size. he throws his head back on the couch, closing his eyes and letting out a small ‘fuck’ as you sit on him, he looks back at your face, lip slightly bit and eyes squeezed shut.

“please move princess, i can’t do this,” he asks you, rubbing one of his hands up and down your back soothingly. you opened your eyes and obliged to his request, slowly lifting off him so you can sink back down, repeating this until you have a steady pace, your legs burning a bit as you fight to lift off him. your pace quickens as you rest your hands on his shoulders, grabbing onto them to ground yourself.

“fuck jakey i cant ‘s too much need help,” you say to him with a pout, tears pricking at your eyes in frustration.

“aw baby need my help? its okay i got you,” he says as he picks you up off of him and puts you face down ass up on the couch, settling behind you before pushing himself into you again, his pace quick and deep, not giving you a moment to breathe. you fisted at the blanket still lying on the couch from last night, grabbing it and burying your face into it to stifle your moans. you could feel his hips being to stutter, his pace faltering a bit as you guessed he was close to finishing. you were close again too, reaching a hand down to play with your clit to help you finish at the same time as him. jake watched as your hand went down to your core and he swears it pushed him over the edge, shooting his cum deep inside you right as your second orgasm hit you, your legs shaking as you clenched around him, milking his cock. 

he pulls out of you slowly, not wanting to overstimulate you anymore, before picking you up to lay you back against him.

“mm, go to my room ‘m sleepy,” you said to him before he could settle down, letting him pick you up and walk to the bedroom he had seen you exit the night before. the bed was still freshly made from not being slept in, but before he placed you in bed he took you to the bathroom, placing you on the toilet so you could pee, and then grabbing a few wipes to clean you up. he picked you up again, walking out to your bedroom and placing you on the bed, tucking you into the freshly made sheets and getting in bed next to you. you pull him against you, throwing one of your legs over him as you bury your face into his chest as he wraps his arms around you, letting his smell intoxicate your senses. you felt him kiss the top of your head before drifting off to sleep, feeling secure in his arms as he holds you.

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you woke up again later that morning, the bed next to you noticeably empty. groggily, you reached for your phone on the nightstand to check the time. 11:24 a.m. blinked back at you in soft, digital numbers. as you shifted to sit up, a dull ache spread through your legs and core, reminding you of the ministrations of the morning. you winced slightly, muscles protesting at the movement. but your mind quickly shifted to the more pressing question—where was jake?

slowly, you got out of bed, walking with a slight limp as you made your way toward the living room. the sounds of activity in the kitchen caught your attention, and when you peeked in, you couldn’t help but smile at the sight in front of you.

jake stood there, a mess of pancake batter smeared across his arms and face, frantically attempting to balance cooking pancakes, bacon, and eggs all at once. from the look of it, it wasn’t going very well. the pancakes were sticking to the pan, some slightly burnt around the edges, while the bacon seemed dangerously close to being overcooked. he was muttering something under his breath, eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

you bit back a giggle, finding his distressed state both endearing and hilarious. you stayed back for a moment, just watching him as he tried to flip a pancake, only for it to fall apart mid-air, half of it splatting onto the stove.

“this is a lot harder than they make it seem,” he muttered to himself, his frustration growing. “how am I supposed to tell when one side is cooked? every time I try to flip them, they just fall apart. then when I focus on the pancakes, the bacon burns... and oh my gosh, i forgot about the eggs…” he scrambled to pull the bacon off the burner before it became any more charred than it already was.

you couldn’t hold back your laughter any longer, a soft giggle escaping your lips. jake froze, turning toward you with a sheepish grin, as if just now realizing how ridiculous the scene must look. his hair was tousled, and the smear of pancake batter on his face made him look like a kid caught in the middle of a food fight.

without a word, you walked up behind him and wrapped your arms around his back, resting your cheek against the broad expanse of his shoulder. the warmth of his body was comforting, familiar. you pressed a small kiss against his shoulder blade, smiling to yourself as you felt him relax under your touch.

he turned his head to look at you, his eyes soft but amused. “i’m trying,” he said with a sigh, “but i think i’m in over my head here.”

you glanced at the stove, seeing the evidence of his valiant but slightly chaotic efforts. with a soft chuckle, you gave him a playful nudge. “i can see that. but don't worry, i’ve got this. go sit down before you burn the kitchen down.”

jake laughed, his shoulders sagging in relief as you motioned for him to sit at the counter’s barstools. he wiped at the pancake batter smeared on his forearms, then gave you a grateful smile. “you sure? because I’m about two seconds away from calling for takeout.”

you shook your head with a grin. “i’ll save breakfast. just sit tight,” you said, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before moving back to the stove

jake took a seat, watching as you moved effortlessly around the kitchen, turning down the heat on the stove and rescuing the pancakes from total disaster. as you whisked together a fresh batch of eggs, you could feel his eyes on you, but instead of the tension from earlier, it was a warm, lingering gaze that made your heart flutter.

“not gonna lie, I’m a little impressed,” jake admitted, resting his chin on his hand as he watched you in awe. “i thought i could handle breakfast, but clearly i was wrong.”

“you had the right idea,” you teased, glancing over your shoulder with a smirk. “execution could use a little work though.”

he chuckled, leaning back in the chair. “i’ll leave the culinary stuff to you then. i’ll handle... well, anything that doesn’t involve flipping pancakes.”

“deal.”

within a few minutes, you had managed to salvage the meal, serving up perfectly golden pancakes, crisp bacon, and fluffy scrambled eggs. you slid a plate in front of jake, who gave you an exaggerated look of gratitude.

“this looks amazing,” he said, eyeing the food with genuine appreciation. “you’re a lifesaver.”

you joined him at the counter, sitting down next to him with your own plate. “well, it’s the least I could do after you tried so hard. but next time? maybe stick to something simpler, like toast.”

he laughed, taking a bite of his food. “yeah, noted.”

the two of you ate in comfortable silence, the clinking of cutlery the only sound in the air. you glanced up at him every now and then, noticing the subtle bounce of his leg under the counter. his hands fiddled with the edge of his plate, eyes occasionally darting to you as if he was trying to work up the courage to say something. you leaned forward slightly, concern softening your features.

“you okay?” you asked, your voice gentle but curious.

"hm? oh yeah, i’m fine,” he replied with a small chuckle, though his tone was a bit too casual, unconvincing. his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes.

you raised an eyebrow, sensing there was something more on his mind. jake inhaled deeply, his chest rising with a nervous breath before he finally spoke, the words tumbling out quickly, almost all at once.

“i was just wondering if, maybe, you wanted to go on a date with me? a real one, like at a restaurant or something fancy like that,” he asked, his voice tinged with nervous excitement. he kept his gaze on you, but you could see the flicker of doubt in his eyes.

a soft giggle escaped your lips at how flustered he sounded. you turned to face him fully, your heart warming at how endearing his awkwardness was. reaching out, you gently took one of his hands in yours, threading your fingers through his. his hand felt warm and solid in your grasp, a reassuring touch as you smiled up at him.

“jake,” you said, giving his hand a light squeeze. "you really think after everything that happened last night and this morning i would say no to going on a date with you?”

his eyes widened for a moment, like he hadn’t even thought of that possibility. you grinned, enjoying the way his nervous energy shifted into something more relaxed as you continued.

“of course i’ll go on a date with you. to a restaurant, somewhere fancy... whatever you want,” you teased, repeating his words back to him with a playful tone and a soft smile.

jake let out a long sigh of relief, a smile breaking across his face as he dramatically placed his free hand over his heart. "oh thank god. i was so worried you were going to say no. that would’ve been really embarrassing, especially after... well, everything.”

he glanced at you, his expression a mix of humor and sincerity, like he still couldn’t quite believe his luck. you leaned closer, pressing a light kiss to the back of his hand before pulling away.

“well, you don’t have to worry about that," you reassured him. "i’m looking forward to it.”

the tension between you melted, replaced by the easy warmth that had been there since the night before. jake’s eyes lingered on yours for a moment longer, his leg finally still as the nervous energy dissipated. you could feel the shift in the air between you, something that felt more real, more grounded, like the beginning of something truly special.

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months had passed, and your new apartment was still half-filled with unpacked boxes, yet it already felt like home. the sunlight streamed through the window as you stood in the living room, trying to make sense of where to hang the last picture frame. jake was on the floor, fumbling with the assembly of a coffee table, muttering curses under his breath.

“you sure you don’t need help?” you teased, leaning against the doorway with a smile.

he glanced up, flashing you a sheepish grin. “i’ve got it. i think.” then, after another failed attempt to fit the legs together, he sighed dramatically. “okay, maybe not. wanna come rescue me?”

you laughed, walking over to him. kneeling beside him, you grabbed the instruction manual, skimming over it quickly. “you’re hopeless,” you teased, nudging him gently with your shoulder.

“hopeless?” he echoed, pretending to be offended. “i got us this far, didn’t i?”

“barely,” you retorted with a smirk, handing him a screwdriver.

as you worked together on the table, the soft hum of music from your phone filled the background. the moment was calm, but it felt familiar, like it always had when you were with jake. comfortable, easy.

“i was thinking about something earlier,” jake said after a quiet pause.

“oh yeah?” you glanced up at him as you tightened one of the screws.

“the night we met. at that party. you remember it?” He leaned back slightly, reminiscing with a small smile tugging at his lips.

you rolled your eyes playfully. “how could I forget? you were the only guy there not trying to impress people.”

jake laughed, shaking his head. “i was definitely trying to impress you. i just didn’t know how.”

you grinned at the memory, sitting back on your heels. “really? because i distinctly remember you spilling your drink all over your shoes when you tried to come over and talk to me.”

he winced. “okay, yeah, that was not my smoothest moment. but hey, you laughed. that was a win in my book.”

“i laughed because you were adorable. completely flustered,” you said, nudging him again.

he chuckled, running a hand through his hair. “i had no idea what to say. you looked so cool, like you had everything figured out. i was just the guy trying not to trip over his own feet.”

“you were cute,” you admitted with a soft smile. “i remember thinking you were different from everyone else there. you weren’t trying too hard, and you weren’t putting on an act. that’s what i liked.”

jake’s smile softened as he met your gaze. “and now look at us. from that messy party to... this.”

he gestured around the apartment, the boxes, the half-assembled furniture, and the growing life you two were creating together.

“it’s crazy, isn’t it?” you said, leaning against him. “If someone told me that night we’d be living together, I would’ve never believed them.”

“i had a feeling,” he said softly. “i mean, i didn’t know it then, but there was something about you. even from that first awkward conversation, i knew i didn’t want it to be the last.”

you looked at him, your heart swelling with affection. “i’m glad you didn’t give up after the drink spill.”

“hey, it was part of my charm,” jake teased with a grin, squeezing your hand.

“sure, let’s call it that,” you joked, resting your head on his shoulder.

jake wrapped his arm around you, pulling you close as you both sat back, admiring the space that was slowly becoming your shared home. the silence between you was comfortable, like a warm blanket of memories.

“i still can’t believe how nervous I was to ask you out that morning,” jake said after a while, his voice filled with amusement. “i was convinced you’d say no.”

you laughed. “how could i? after all that... there was no way I was letting you get away.”

he leaned in, kissing the top of your head gently. “well, good thing you didn’t. because this... all of this feels right.”

you smiled, closing your eyes as you sank into the moment. “yeah. it does.”

as you sat there together, the apartment around you still in progress, you realized that it didn’t matter if things were perfect. the only thing that mattered was that you were building it together. from that party where you first met to this shared life, every step along the way had brought you closer, turning small moments into something lasting and real.

and as jake pulled you even closer, you knew that this was just the beginning of everything you both still had to look forward to.

[hcneymooners]

⋆ up until the very last ember of my heart extinguishes, i will be thinking of you.

dj!mel x best friend!fem!reader. men & minors dni.

synopsis: you & mel have always been thick as thieves, and things have yet to change. but lately, you've been thinking of mel differently and, well—maybe you want more. cw: dj!mel, best friend!reader, female!reader, no age gap i fear, you guys are in your twenties, modern!au, resolved sexual tension, pining, friends to lovers, clubbing, not actually unrequited love, explicit sexual content, dom!mel, sub!reader, lowkey y'all are switches, wall sex, tender sex, vaginal fingering, edging, cunnilingius, oral sex (r!receiving), couch sex, mel is actually insane about you, obsession, possessive behavior, squirting, face riding, pet names, you guys are very soft for each other.

notes: i love her so much guys; i'm gonna be sick. hope you enjoy. this is really rough for my first time back in a while but it is what it is, hmm?

“you’re loyal to her. i’ve never gone a night without seeing you here.”

the words are screamed directly into your ear and you stumble a bit, already off kilter thanks to the lychee martinis you’ve been sipping since the beginning of the evening. the world is beautiful like this: slurred into soft strobes of turquoise, gold, green that caress the sweaty gleaming bodies of the people spinning within it. the set for tonight is still danceable but decidedly slower than usual, honing in on the loneliness and escapism other people may desire on valentine’s eve.

you blink blearily at the girl vibrating next to you. she shakes with a jitter you know belongs either to ketamine or cocaine—or perhaps both. ck-ing was a popular method of dressing up a club night in london. you stop swaying to the beat, body still as you focus on her completely. mel once told you that this was your pull—this ability to make whomever was in front of you feel as though they were the most important thing in the world to you.

“sorry, what?” you finally push out.

“mel,” the girl shouts again, gesturing to the stage way up front. “whenever she’s performing, you’re here!”

you glance up at the woman in question, face softening as you watch the way her body flows into her highly practiced routine of dance. tonight the movements are more minimal, courtesy of her dress—a masterpiece of fanned peacock feathers that catch and scatter light with every subtle movement. the feathers are arranged in a mesmerizing spiral from the jeweled clasp beneath her arm, each eye seeming to watch the crowd as she moves. it's shorter than her usual style, ending mid-thigh in a flutter of iridescent tips that make her look like some rare, exotic bird. every time the bass drops, the feathers tremble in response, creating a hypnotic dance of green-blue shadows across her skin.

it’s not typical for a dj-ing outfit, but mel has cemented herself as a rich girl with a talent. everyone knows who she is, who her mother is. they love that she comes down to their level during the weekends, covers herself in glitter and spins together a beat like some kind of opulent spider.

"yeah," you shout back, your voice still managing to sound tender. "she's my best friend."

the words feel both true and incomplete in your mouth - they always do. you've been "best friends" since you quite literally crashed into her at university, spilling your coffee all over her white hermès sweater. instead of the fury you'd expected, she'd laughed, dragged you shopping for a replacement, and somehow ended up buying you three sweaters instead.

that was mel all over: excessive, generous, impossible to refuse.

"lucky!" your momentary friend shouts back and your mouth dips into a smile that doesn't quite reach your eyes.

lucky. right. lucky to be the one who holds her hair back after bad nights, who listens to her practice sets until dawn, who knows exactly how she likes her tea when she's stressed (earl grey, splash of oat milk, two sugars). lucky to be the one who gets to love her from this careful distance, never quite close enough to risk everything.

the girl disappears into the crowd, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the music again. mel's current track winds down, bleeding into something slower, more haunting. you recognize it immediately—it's one of her original pieces, the one she'd made you listen to first, cross-legged on her bedroom floor at 3 am, her face anxious and hopeful in the low light.

the memory makes your chest ache. up on stage, she's different from that vulnerable version of herself. her movements are precise and controlled, even in that impossible dress. you watch as she adjusts something on her deck, the feathers shifting across her back like ripples in dark water. when she reaches up to adjust her headphones, the dress catches the light in a way that makes your breath catch.

you're not the only one watching. the crowd around you is entranced, and you hear snippets of their whispered appreciation. the warmth of your tipsiness is starting to wear off. you’re suddenly so much more aware of yourself, of the differences between you and the luminescent girl on stage.

tonight you’ve chosen a simple black midi dress with a scoop neck that cups your chest gently. the tops of your breasts swell up softly at the mouth of the fabric, gleaming with a golden sheen that could only belong to your beloved diamond shimmer bath and body works mist. your hair has been longer by a copious number of extensions, the bundles pooling together at your lower back. tinsel is strung artfully in-between some strands, a careful layering courtesy of mel.

as you look around at the people around you, you feel boring and a bit underdressed. everyone is suddenly so much cooler than you and the thought brings a rush of warmth to your cheeks, the embarrassment strong in its resurgence. you shift in place as the song changes to something a bit more fast-paced. there’s a chorus of screams, shouts of pleasure, and the floor begins to shake as people flood it to dance. you smile tightly as someone slams into you rather harshly, their apology half-assed and unfocused.

you clutch the top of your mother’s vintage ysl clutch, the chain a bit rusted and the body bulging with a combination of your house keys, your lip combo, some shit from work you didn’t take out in time, and the normally slim body of your phone which as been made bigger by the chunky sides of your artisan bedazzled phone case. the multiple polaroids of you and mel in the back didn’t help the situation in any way, the glossy memories slightly distended by the rolled bills you’ve tucked back there for emergencies.

as you turn to navigate the sudden pit of people, the music lowers just enough so that mel’s soft steady voice bleeds through. the lights flash once, twice, a third time; the bulbs are hot and pink. you know what’s coming, but you still don’t turn around, though your mouth twitches in a smile.

"hey, london," mel croons and the crowd screams back at her, eager to greet the woman soundtracking what is probably just another tuesday evening. "i have a question before i finish up. i don't want to forget."

your heart stutters in your chest. she does this sometimes, turns you into an unwitting participant in her performances. you remember the first time she did it, six months ago, how your knees had gone weak at the way she'd claimed you so publicly, so casually. how dangerous it had felt, how thrilling.

"has anyone seen my girl?"

the crowd goes crazy and you lift a hand to your mouth to hide your smile, heat flooding your cheeks. you hate how easily she can undo you, how these little moments of possession—even if they're just part of her show—make your pulse race. your free hand unconsciously touches the delicate gold chain around your neck—her birthday gift from last year, a tiny hextech crystal pendant that she'd said "reminded her of home."

"i came in with her. you know her, right? gorgeous little thing in a short black dress. kind of looks like…"

you close your eyes, remembering how she'd fussed over you earlier tonight, her fingers gentle as she wove tinsel through your hair. 'perfect,' she'd murmured, her breath warm against your ear, and you'd had to suppress a shiver. now, surrounded by strangers who are about to echo what you've felt for years, the irony isn't lost on you.

she trails off, holds out her mic to a group of girls right below her who giggle out the finishing portion of her sentence.

“…the love of my life!” they sing, drawing out the ‘i’ for a long while.

mel’s laugh echoes through the speakers, the sound throaty and raw. on cue, the music begins: “please don’t be love of my life” by caitvi, (calvin harris mix). they were a rock band that accidentally stumbled into becoming the summer muses for every edm fiend in existence.

you clutch your empty martini glass with a renewed strength, fighting until you manage to clutch a hand on the bar. the bartender smiles at you, complimenting your perfume which you don’t even think is still on your skin. you say thank you anyway, laughing openly as they tease you about your fondness for lychee. you’ve always been this way, you want to say, always holding on to what you know in the hopes that it’ll eventually love you back.

instead, you look over your shoulder at mel’s far off silhouette. there’s a moment where she looks up, seems to look at you. you don’t know if she really sees you, given your distance and the disorienting nature of the club. you smile regardless, raise a hand to wave lightly. the chrome bow on your acrylics flashes meanly, signaling your position.

she looks way, smiles earnestly at the crowd, and you drop your hand. the moment is broken, like always. as you move to pull your refreshed martini by the stem, mel’s dj tag sounds: sounds of birds of paradise, interwoven into one another over a damagingly sad violin sample. it’s her way of letting the people know that this will be her last couple of songs for the evening.

the birds’ calls fade into the melancholy beginning of “healing” by gordo featuring drake. the opening notes reverberate through you and you press your lips together, body thrumming with the effect of being noticed. she had seen you. that was the only reason she was playing this song. it had been your favorite for the past month, and now here it was on blast at one of the most elite clubs in the city.

‘i want to see you dance to this,’ she’d told you one evening, her mouth trailing against your shoulder. you were twisted together in your bed, the blankets plush around you as the two of you shared her airpods. ‘i want to see you have fun, lose yourself.’

‘i can’t lose myself,’ you’d said back, mouth rising in a secretive smile.

mel had lifted your hand teasingly, bit it gently, and then interlinked her fingers with yours.

‘don’t worry. i’ll find you.’

you look back at her, find her leaning over her deck with a finger pressed pensively to her mouth. she quirks an eyebrow and gestures to the crowd, as if asking why you’re not inside of it. you smile despite it all and abandon your martini, wiggling through the gaps of people until you're up front.

the bass drops and the crowd surges forward, but you hold your ground, eyes locked on mel. she's watching you now, really watching you, her movements more deliberate as she works the deck. you recognize this version of the song; it's her own remix, the one she'd been perfecting for weeks in her home studio. she'd added layers of ethereal synths that make it feel like you're floating, like you're the only person in the room who really understands what she's trying to say.

she gestures to her security guard, a subtle movement that you've seen countless times before. within moments, strong hands are parting the crowd, creating a path to the booth. your heart pounds as you're ushered up the steps, into her domain of switches and lights and pulsing energy. the peacock feathers of her dress brush against your arm as she pulls you close, her free hand settling on your waist.

"dance with me," she murmurs into your ear, her voice carrying despite the thundering music. her fingers trace patterns on your hip, and you wonder if she can feel you trembling. "show them what this song was made for."

you let your body move with hers, falling into the rhythm she's created. the feathers of her dress catch the light with each movement, creating a private light show just for the two of you. she keeps one hand on the deck, maintaining the perfect flow of music, but her other hand never leaves your body, guiding you through the dance like she's afraid you might disappear if she lets go.

the crowd below is going wild, but you barely notice them. all you can focus on is the way mel's breath catches when you press closer, the way her fingers tighten on your waist when you roll your hips. the tinsel in your hair catches the light, mixing with the iridescent shimmer of her dress until you're both wrapped in a cocoon of glitter and sound.

"see?" she whispers, and you can hear the smile in her voice. "i told you i'd find you."

the words send a shiver down your spine, and you turn your head slightly, catching her gaze. there's something different in her eyes tonight, something that makes your breath catch in your throat. maybe it's the valentine's eve atmosphere, or maybe it's the way the lights are hitting her face, but for a moment, you let yourself believe that the look she's giving you means what you want it to mean.

she transitions into the next song seamlessly, but keeps you close, as if she's forgotten that this isn't how she usually ends her sets. as if she's forgotten that you're supposed to be just her best friend, watching from the crowd like always. as if, just for tonight, you could be something more.

the spell breaks when you catch a glimpse of your reflection in one of the booth's chrome panels. you see yourself pressed against her, see the way you're looking at her: desperate, obvious, completely transparent. the music suddenly feels too loud, the lights too bright, your skin too tight. you're acutely aware of every place her body touches yours, and it's simultaneously too much and not enough.

"i need—" you start, but can't finish. mel's hand tightens on your waist for a fraction of a second before you pull away. you gesture vaguely toward the floor, not meeting her eyes. "sorry, i just—"

you don't wait for her response, practically stumbling down the booth steps. the crowd that had been watching your dance parts easily, perhaps sensing your urgency. you hear the next dj's tag start to play—some remix of a taylor swift song—which means mel's set is over. which means she might follow you. the thought makes you move faster.

you trip over your feet, your heel catching on the bone of your ankle as it lifts and you fall. your knees crack against the ground, but you regain your momentum. your neck is warm and you lift your hair with one hand as you spin, eventually locating the flickering neon sign denoting the bathroom.

the bathroom is mercifully empty when you burst in, all perfectly-cut marble and deep blue lighting that makes your reflection look expensive and almost admirably tragic. you press your palms against the cool counter, letting your head hang down as you try to steady your breathing. the bass from the club thrums through the walls, muffled but persistent, like a heartbeat.

“you’re always so fucking stupid,” you whisper to yourself, watching a tear splash onto the marble. you'd let yourself get carried away, let yourself pretend. but mel is mel. this is the girl who turns heads when she walks into rooms, who has fashion houses begging to dress her, who could have anyone she wants. and you're just… someone else.

her best friend, you suppose. the girl who’s responsible for holding her hair back when she's sick, who listens to her practice sets, who loves her so strongly that it feels akin to having a spear sunk through your chest.

the bathroom door opens with a soft whoosh, and you know it's her before she speaks. you can smell her perfume. it’s something custom-made in paris, a mix of lily, amber, and caramel. you don't look up.

"hey," mel says softly, and you hear the click of her heels on the marble floor as she approaches. "what happened up there?"

you close your eyes, trying to ignore how the marble feels like ice beneath your palms, how your body still burns where she touched you in the booth. "nothing happened, melly. i just needed some air."

you use your nickname for her as a way to disarm her, but mel has always been immovable when it came to getting something that she wants. the silence that follows feels incredibly long, but you know it hasn’t even been ten seconds. you lean forward, splash water on your face. blindly, you search for a paper towel but you’re handed a small hand towel instead. your makeup transfers onto the fabric, staining it with the traces of your exhaustion and loneliness.

"[name], look at me." her voice is gentle but firm, the same tone she uses when she knows you're lying. when you don't move, you hear her sigh, the sound followed by the soft rustle of feathers. then her hand is on your shoulder, turning you around.

she's closer than you expected, close enough that you can see the individual glitter particles scattered across her collarbones, catch the faint sheen of sweat at her temples from performing. the peacock dress seems alive in the bathroom's soft lighting, each feather shifting with her breath. you try to step back, but the counter prevents your retreat.

"you were crying," she observes, reaching up to brush her thumb beneath your eye. her touch lingers longer than necessary, and you hate how your body betrays you, leaning into her hand like a flower seeking sun. "why were you crying?"

"i wasn't," you lie, even as another tear escapes. "it's just the vodka. you know how i get."

"yeah," she says, and now both her hands are cupping your face, forcing you to meet her gaze. her eyes are dark, intent, stripped of their usual playful gleam. "i know how you get when you're drunk, and this isn't it. this is something else."

you try to laugh but it comes out choked. "melly, please—"

"when you were up there with me," she interrupts, one hand sliding down to rest against your neck, her thumb pressed gently against your pulse point, "what were you thinking about?"

the question hangs between you, heavy with possibility. you can feel your heartbeat racing beneath her thumb, wonder if she can feel it too. the bathroom suddenly seems smaller, the air thicker. somewhere outside, the music has changed to something slower, more intimate. the bass line crawls up through the floor and into your bones.

this is how love always finds you, corners you. it's a snake that's flat enough to slide underneath the door. you always watch it passively as it slides up your body, only crying out when it bites.

"i was thinking," you start, then stop, swallowing hard. her eyes track the movement of your throat. "i was thinking about how great you were tonight, how—how beautiful you are. ‘nd i was thinking about how some things can look real without being real. like stage lights. or club nights. or best friends who—"

you cut yourself off, but her grip on your neck tightens slightly, just enough to make your breath catch. the feathers of her dress brush against your thighs, a whisper of sensation that makes you shiver.

"or best friends who what?" she prompts, her voice low, almost dangerous. she's close enough now that you can feel her breath against your lips, can smell the champagne she'd been sipping between sets.

the door to the bathroom opens, the sound of the club surging in, and you both freeze. mel doesn't move away, doesn't drop her hands. instead, she leans closer, her lips brushing your ear.

"we're not done with this conversation," she murmurs, the words a promise that distills heat through your body. "come on."

she pulls back just enough to meet your eyes, and the look in hers makes your knees weak. you open your mouth to respond, but—

the bathroom door swings shut again, leaving you both in that suspended moment. your "okay" comes out barely above a whisper, but she hears it. of course she hears it. she’s always heard you, even when you chose not to speak.

♤

the ride home is thick with unspoken words.

mel's driver, marcus, keeps his eyes professionally forward as you slide into the back of the bentley, the leather seats cool against your bare legs. mel follows, close enough that the feathers of her dress spill over onto your thigh. neither of you speak, but her pinky finger finds yours in the darkness between your bodies, hooking together like you used to do in university when one of you needed grounding.

london slides past the tinted windows in a blur of neon and shadow. you watch the reflections of passing streetlights play across mel's profile, catching the sharp edge of her jaw, the elegant line of her neck. she’s removed her performance jewelry, but missed a spot of glitter near her ear. without thinking, you reach up to brush it away.

she catches your wrist before you can retreat, her thumb pressing into your pulse point again. the car feels smaller in a matter of minutes, the air between you charged with electricity. she turns to fully face you, bringing your hand up to her mouth so that she can slide your pointer finger into her mouth. the suck of her lips is gentle, tender. you watch her head bob as she slides down further, then pulls off.

she doesn't let go of your wrist for the rest of the ride.

when the car pulls up to her mayfair townhouse, you feel like you're moving through a dream. the click of her heels on the steps echoes in the quiet street. to you, they're like gunshots and you have the irrational thought of the neighbors coming out to complain, to tell you that your desire is choking them in the same way you feel now. your own steps are less sure, thanks to the martinis and the way your whole body seems to be humming with anticipation.

she fumbles with her keys briefly, something you've never seen her do, and then you're inside. the door closes behind you with a soft click that seems to echo in the darkness. neither of you move to turn on the lights. the moonlight filtering through her floor-to-ceiling windows is enough to see by, casting everything in shades of silver.

she looks unreal, like a figment of your imagination. you pinch the inside of your thigh, letting out a hiss of air from in-between your teeth. she moves closer, fingers the indentation where your nails had dug into the skin.

you shake, but she only steadies you.

"melly," you start, but she shakes her head, settling both hands on your waist.

gently, she maneuvers you until your back meets the wall. a hand lifts to settle at the base of your neck, her lithe fingers threading into your hair so that she can cup the back of your head. she’s making sure your head doesn’t hit the stone, sacrificing her own skin to ensure your comfort. the thought makes you warmer than before.

mel watches your face, her eyes almost erratic as she searches for whatever sign she needs. she comes flush against you and your legs part instinctively to make room for her, spread to accommodate the whole of her.

she lowers her head, mouth coming to burn against your neck as she presses a kiss there. you let out a small, weeping sound as if her lips have enabled a release inside of you. in a way they have. you soften, melt into her and find the strength to touch her.

your hands grasp at mel’s neck and she hums in satisfaction, working her teeth into the meat of your neck like a vampire. she pulls back only to look down, freeing a hand from your waist to inch the hem of your dress up.

you moan brokenly as you grow more exposed, your cunt wet against the baby blue lace that holds it. the moonlight sneaks between the both of you and renders the fabric practically translucent, the blue so light in its glow that it seems closer to white.

“you’re so beautiful, baby,” mel whispers and you blink at her, your throat tight. “you always say it about me, and i never understand it. when i look at our pictures, i don’t see anyone else.”

your eyes slip low, going tender, and you cup her face.

“you’re perfect, mel.”

“i guess we’re a good match,” she murmurs and then she’s in you.

the motion is so smooth, so quick. you hadn’t realized she’d peeled the fabric of your panties back, pushed them to the side. you know nothing now except for the steady pump of her fingers. there are two working deep into the heart of you, searching and spreading your slick heat.

you cry out, eyes wide like a doe’s. mel only smiles, predatory and slow. her teeth gleam, two rows of perfect pearls. you feel out of your body, but she brings you back in with every stroke inside of you. her breathing is becoming heavy, labored. her eyes seem a little wild and the hand on your neck moves briefly to squeeze tightly at your waist until you let out a deep “unh.”

mel grins again at the sound and it makes you surge forward, crushing her mouth into a bruising kiss. you bite at her bottom lip until she opens and lets you in, your tongue lapping all over as if to consume her. she slips a third finger inside of you, curling at the walls of your cunt to make you clench down.

you continue to kiss her, tilting your head so that angle is better. you slot together perfectly and she moans into your mouth, increasing the speed of her thrusts. you break away from her and study her face, taking in the way her lip gloss is smeared wickedly around her mouth. her lips are swollen and dark and she takes one in between her teeth as she works deeper into you.

your head falls back and she returns her hand to the nape of your neck, catching you before you can hit the wall.

“you’re okay, mama,” she murmurs and you nod, eyes focused somewhere distant on the ceiling.

she knows how you get, how disassociative you can become when you’re overwhelmed with emotion. she watches as you go somewhere she’s unable to follow. your chest heaves with every exhale and she leans forward to press a kiss to the top of your tits, then another right in the middle of them. her mouth is dusted with glitter when she pulls away.

you fuck down on her hand, an animalistic moan crawling from somewhere deep in your chest. mel fucks you harder, grunting as she shifts you bodily up and down with the effort. you keen as she uses her thumb to rub your clit, the circles tight and concentrated. pleasure arcs white and hot up your spine and you close your eyes, mouth falling open silently.

“that’s it,” she says. “come on, baby. come on.”

“mel,” you gasp and she laughs lowly.

“what happened to melly?” she teases and you whine, a foot kicking out as she presses against your g-spot.

“melly, please,” you whisper. “fuck, please.”

“please what?”

"just please.”

nothing changes. she only watches you squirm and beg like a whore, her face impassive. it was moments like these where you were reminded of her mother. the thought sends another shot of arousal to your cunt and it drools down mel’s wrist, sticky and warm.

“mel, fuck. fuck, i can feel it. i’m almost—i’m right there. just please, baby.” you’re crying now, disoriented and breaking apart with every push of her fingers. “please. please, melly, please."

you drag your eyes from the ceiling to her face, your pupils dilated and bright like stars. her face suffers through a range of emotion before she curses and yanks her fingers out of you.

“no,” you sob, and she sushes you.

“just hang on a minute, mama. hold on,” she soothes, her hands coming to lift you from beneath your thighs.

mel moves quickly and you take comfort in the fact that she needs this as much as you do.

you find yourself draped over the couch, your stomach resting on the arm of the chair. there’s a slight application of pressure as mel forces you into an arch, your ass and cunt pushed up. she nudges your legs apart and then gets on her knees, her hands coming to rest on the back of your thighs as she leans in and puts her mouth on you.

“oh,” you moan and she hums into you.

she’s methodical and precise, her tongue slipping into the mix and filling you as best she can. her pace increases as she licks you front to back, twisting so she can suck and nip on your clit. you let out a high mewl as she grips the plush flesh of your ass, rocking you slowly until you’re able to continue the rhythm on your own.

the heat returns, spirals up from your stomach into your chest and throat. you whimper, letting your head fall forward and down. your eyes squeeze shut as you focus on riding her face, swiveling your hips in small circles to better grind your clit against her nose.

again you can feel it, that call to somewhere distant. mel feels the way you tighten around her tongue, the sudden stiffening of your thighs. she knows you’re just there, right at the golden gate of your private paradise so she removes her mouth and focuses completely on stimulating your clit with her fingers.

“mel,” you breathe. “melly—”

“i know, mama. you can do it. cum on my face. cum all over me, princess. mess me up, hmm?”

you reach down and she reaches up, instinctively understanding what you’re aching for. just as your fingers intertwine, you fall apart. your arch drops and mel hums, closing her eyes as you squirt over her. she can feel you trembling and she opens her mouth lazily, letting your cum drip into it as if it was some sort of sacred rain.

her fingers lace with yours properly now, no more tentative pinky holds. you grip back with the strength of a soldier at war, your eyes rolling shut as you hump against her face and ride out your high. mel only lets you use her, dragging her other hand down to grope at her throbbing pussy.

eventually, you settle and she tugs you down so that you’re sitting dazed and lax in her lap. her hands squeeze your ass as she noses at your cheek, slipping a light kiss onto your cheek.

"hey. hey, baby, look at me. are you with me?”

“ye—yeah,” you get out. “‘m with you.”

“let’s go upstairs," she says softly, and it's not quite a question. "unless—"

"yes," you interrupt, squeezing her hand. "yes."

mel makes no move to get up, however, and you watch her face.

“melly?”

"i need you to know," she says, a hand coming up to trace your jawline, "that whatever happens next… this isn't just because. this isn't just because we were dancing, or drinking, or—"

"i know," you whisper, even though you don't, not really. but you want to believe. god, how you want to believe.

mel shifts, tilts you so that you’re on your back. her braids have fallen from her signature bun, and they block out the little light spilling in from the window.

“baby, i want you. i love you, i need you, and i can’t—i can’t tell you enough how much i’ve wanted this. nothing matters to me more than you.”

“i know, melly. trust me, i understand.”

she shakes her head, opens her mouth. you lift a hand, dig your nails into the sides of her throat as you clutch at it for just one second.

“i understand.”

it feels like she’s been the only thing on your mind since the day you were born. you’ve been waiting for her ever since.

© hcneymooners.

⚚ wife tag: @s-4pphics

[dr-spectre]

I heard about how in Bancala Walker there was a short story about Marina and Acht and their time in the domes. And I'm gonna be 100% honest with you. It kinda makes me mad, and it really highlights a massive problem with Splatoon as a whole, and that's how it treats its stories.

(Yep I'm rambling about Splatoon's storytelling for the 500th time, welcome to my blog.)

Since Splatoon 2, the series has had a weird relationship with its storytelling, the main stories of each campaign are very simplistic and are very video game like plots. "Go get the Great Zapfish back and save Captain Cuttlefish. Go get the Great Zapfish again and find Callie. Find the thangs and get out. GO GET THE ZAPFISH AGAIN AND SAVE CAPTAIN CUTTLEFISH AGAIN!!! Climb up the tower." Splatoon 1 got away with this because it's clearly the most "tutorial" mode out of any of the single player campaigns and it doesn't really try to say any deeper messages or express a character arc.

Now, obviously video game stories must have goals for the player to work towards, I'm not complaining about that, you gotta have that stuff in games to motivate the player, however, what really drives me up a wall is when they decide to add depth and interesting things relating to the characters and world, yet they intentionally throw away that same depth and chuck it to the side. Hell they sometimes retcon the optional hard to find lore or make it more confusing just because!! If you're gonna add depth and something else to these stories, you HAVE to actually explore it and expand upon it WITHIN THE STORY! You cannot add it as "extra lore" when it's stuff that should have been in the main storyline to begin with. It's like not adding seasoning to chicken and that you boiled the fucking chicken and wrapped it in lettuce and mayonnaise.

I could obviously talk about the elephant in the room... you know... this little goober right here. This freak.

And I'm going to.

From the concept art we were given, we know that Callie was originally gonna have more exploration into her troubling mental health issues as seen by her being in the shadows and being comforted by Octarians. It's a significantly different tone compared to the final product.

However in the final game, they tossed MOST of this shit away and say in the game as well as in official media, "naw she was kidnapped and brainwashed forcefully because she's a dumb clutz lmao." They tried to backtrack with an obscure relationship chart, the sunken scrolls and Squid Sisters web prequel series, but then they backtracked AGAIN with the Splatoon 3 artbook that states that she was "brainwashed." It's an incredibly simplified and frankly insulting version of events that are TECHNICALLY canon but Nintendo and others don't treat it as such and i don't know why. I dont know why they treat Callie like this. Is it because she's silly?

Wouldn't it be more interesting and more powerful as a story if they made Callie had more control and awareness of her actions? That she was truly acting upon her mental illness and isolation? Putting DJ Octavio, the fucking funny octopus guy on the same level as Talon from Overwatch and Hydra from Marvel, the literal nazis who damaged Bucky Barnes' brain and removed all of his memories, making him into the Winter Solider, is fucking psychotic and actually insane of Nintendo to do.

There is also Acht and how they were shown between Octo Expansion and Side Order.

Some of the most powerful stories in media have strong character arcs and characters overcoming their struggles and pain. It is inspirating and incredibly real to see a loved one reach out to a person that they care about who have lost their way, either from mental illness or drugs. Trying to bring them back and help them go through their pain together. When someone is under distress and mental health troubles, they can act like a completely different person and the fact that Nintendo half assed serious topics like this and made shit WAY WORSE boils my blood to no end.

In Octo Expansion, we were told that they went under Sanitization willingly in order to remove doubts in their mind and put their all into music. Now due to the unknowns of Sanitization at the time, this made for a really interesting character and brought up a lot of interesting questions as to why they would do this and who they are.

However, in Side Order when they explained Sanitization further and told us that Acht lost all of their free will and were FORCED to make music for Tartar, it kinda damaged their story a little bit. Like sure, Acht still probably wanted to go under Sanitization to clear their doubts and remove emotion, but the added information kinda goes against the interesting story they were trying to tell with Acht. Acht doesn't even mention why they went under Sanitization in Side Order and their reasoning is only found IN A SOCIAL MEDIA POST BACK IN 2018!!! THEY DON'T RESTATE IT AT ALL WHEN IT WOULD HAVE BEEN IMPORTANT TO DO SO! They kinda tell us via their letters, but guess when you get those, IN THE POST GAME!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This leads me to another big talking point, most of the lore is hidden and hard to find. You have to go out of your way to find most of the shit Splatoon has to offer. Sunken Scrolls are hidden collectables and most people don't wanna go through the effort of finding them all in the stages, the chat logs in Octo Expansion are completely optional due to entries being tied to specific stations and you can choose to easily skip them, the dev diaries are locked behind lockers and some people may complete Side Order in a manner where they can get to the final boss and be done with the main campaign before seeing most of the entries. Now I'm not saying that there cannot be extra lore tidbits for players to find, hell no, i love extra stuff like that, i think Splatoon 1 and 3's hero modes did a really job of that. BUT WHEN YOU HIDE AWAY IMPORTANT DETAILS LIKE CALLIE'S MOTIVATION IN SPLATOON 2 AND MARINA'S AND PEARL'S BACKSTORIES!?!? YEAH I GOT A FUCKING PROBLEM RIGHT THERE!

In other games, these would be cutscenes or a bunch of mandatory dialogue, BUT NOPE! THEY ARE IN HARD TO FIND SPOTS!

Some of the other lore details are found on social media posts and some of them are YEARS old or on Splatoon's dead Tumblr account. Most people would rather go to Inkipedia and even they can sometimes make vital mistakes or have wording that gives people the wrong idea on what happened in particular events, which heavily impacts the community and discussion. When i talk about my perspective on what happened to Callie in Splatoon 2, I've seen people say to me "wait really? Huh?! I didn't know that." The amount of research you gotta do to go into these characters is an absolute nightmare, AND DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THE SPLATBANDS!!! Their lore is literally locked behind Japanese exclusive expensive artbooks!!! WHY?!?!

I really do wanna stress again, is it cool to get cool lore outside of the games and as collectables?! ABSOLUTELY! You know how awesome it was to read the Alterna logs for the first time? The smile on my face seeing Pearl and Marina back in the Final Fest in Side Order. But when the main stories suffer because of important information being tossed to the side and not applied to the main games... I dont know man, it just becomes incredibly frustrating to me personally. Especially with all the misconceptions and other things that occur within the community, the fandom has an information problem and honestly, it's Nintendo's fault. Imagine if Side Order had flashbacks to a younger Marina and Acht, it would have helped with the middle chunk of the story being so... nothing.

[glowingbadger]

heyyy so i'm imagining the fe3h guys in a modern club setting. who's dancing with you and who's in the corner wishing they were at home?

i feel like sylvain is an obvious answer; he'd be catching ass and dancing and doing all the works- idk about the rest though. i feel like obviously felix is wishing he was anywhere but out, maybe dimitri is awkwardly trying to match the vibe and claude isn't taking anything seriously. what are your thoughts 🎤

Y'know, technically my requests are closed, but it has been FOREVER since I did a little FE3H headcanon break, so let's talk "sexy run-in at the club" - especially since weirdly enough this is a scenario that makes its way through my brain semi-frequently. Maybe because I'm one of those people who listens to music while thinking "how can I make this about my OCs and/or the character I'm currently fixated on"

As a heads-up, these will be of varying degrees of implied spiciness, and a general CW for booze and cigarettes applies.

FE3H guys x GN!Reader

A night out at The Club TM

Modern AU, semi-NSFW

Linhardt: Absolutely does not want to be here, got dragged here by his friends- that said, connecting with you over a surprisingly in-depth conversation while lingering at the far end of the bar is a welcome oasis in this maelstrom of noise and chaos. The suggestion to find a quiet place to continue your chat (depending on the type of club, a private room or a tucked away back hallway) very gradually and naturally turns handsy and heated as the conversation continues. (tbh I always imagine Lin preferring a hookah lounge over all, but maybe that's because of my own fondness for them- plus, sharing a pipe can be so intimate)

Caspar: The noise, the energy, the hype, he is absolutely living for it, he's ready for a loud and wild night. If you're ready and able to match his energy, it's awesome if a little concerning- but more likely, you'll be the level head to help keep him just a little more focused and sane. It won't be long before he stumbles into you with his face flushed and a goofy smile on his face and leans close to make sure you can hear him over the music when he tells you he can't believe how insanely hot you are.

Ferdinand: He thinks he's there as the group chaperone (he is not, that's Hubert), and he's buzzed sooner than he wants to admit. That said, he absolutely loves dancing, and will gleefully take your hand and pull you into the crowd with him. He's gentlemanly about it, of course- genuinely here to have a good time with you. But the pull between you is undeniable, and he's just so charming when he smiles at you through the flashing lights. You'll have to be the one to make any serious moves if you want to go further, but damn is he receptive if you do.

Hubert: Actually the group chaperone, and only along because he knows exactly how out of hand things could get without someone holding the reins. If you're a wild sort yourself, he'll of course tease you a bit with that crooked, sardonic grin- but he's ultimately gentle and doting about getting you home safely. If you're more the responsible type like him, he enjoys the end of the night, when you both have gotten everyone else settled and finally have some quiet time at your apartment to wind down and get comfortable in a more intimate environment. (Those late night/early morning post-club conversations hit different)

Felix: He's another who's been dragged along by his friends, though depending on the club, he may at least be into the band or DJ. You're more likely to find him smoking out back, more for an excuse to get out of the noise for a bit than anything else. If you're so inclined, he'll definitely share his cig with you, but one way or another by the time Sylvain or Ingrid comes to find you both, he's leaning over you with your back against the brick outer wall and your bodies so close that you have to lurch away from one another when you realize you're not alone. Who knows when he'll have the guts to follow up on the undeniable sexual tension.

Sylvain: As you say, he's absolutely in his element here and is positively drinking it all up. Half way through the night, he's got you pulled against him in the middle of the dance floor, his shirt half-open and his hands shamelessly all over your body. He is genuinely a pretty good dancer, and while your dancing together could practically be considered foreplay, he is impressively on-rhythm. Of course, while he absolutely relishes in the tension between you, the moment you lean close and say into his ear that you want him, he's ready to find somewhere private.

Dedue: He's working the bar, serving up drinks with stoic efficiency and keeping an eye on things to make sure no one gets up to anything too risky. Throughout the night, you just barely catch his eyes lingering on you from time to time, and when you accept your drink from him with a smile, he finally lets slip just the smallest shy smile of his own. By the time you work up the courage to ask him when he finishes his shift for the night, he's got his number written on a cocktail napkin for you and hands it over with your drink order, which he insists is on the house.

Dimitri: Visibly awkward even just walking into the place, probably gets carded a couple times even though he's obviously of age, simply because he looks and acts like he doesn't belong here. That said, with time and maybe a drink or two (not too much- he gets existential when he drinks), he'll relax enough to enjoy just spending the time with you and his friends. Hell, you may even persuade him out onto the dance floor "just for one song," which soon turns into another, and another, as he forgets himself for once just for the chance to be close to you like this.

Ashe: Ashe is always someone who's surprisingly adaptable, so while he's not exactly a party animal, he knows his way around a night out with friends. He's attentive to your mood and your vibe, encouraging you onto the dance floor with him if it seems like it'll help you get out of your head and let loose, or simply lingering against the outer wall and watching the crowd together while you two share a drink and conversation. You two gradually stand closer and closer together- you know, to hear each other better over the music, of course. But when he tentatively asks if you'd like to go get some air with him, you can't help your heart fluttering when you nod.

Claude: He's absolutely down for a rowdy night, and is even more so looking forward to whatever dumb bullshit he and his friends can get up to- he loves a bit of drama on a night out, though he prefers to observe and gossip, rather than be directly involved. Halfway through the night, you'll find him lingering alone on a balcony overlooking the dance floor, but the moment he sees you, he'll call you over with a charming grin, slipping an arm around your waist oh-so casually as he offers you a sip of his drink. It's absolutely intentional that every time he leans close for you to hear him, his breath warmly grazes your ear.

Raphael: He's working security for the venue as a bouncer or some-such, and it's hard not to notice his huge, muscled frame on your way in that night. The next time you see him, he's stopping by the bar while on break, and he greets you with a wide and earnest smile when he notices you staring. He quickly gets caught up chatting with you, and barely remembers to finish grabbing a water and snack before getting back to work- but before he goes, he stammers out that you're really cool and really gorgeous, and fumbles out his phone to ask for your number. (You can also bet that if anyone tries to get even a little fresh with you that night, he'll physically lift them off of their feet to escort them out of the club)

Ignatz: Definitely got peer-pressured into coming along by Claude and Lorenz, but he's doing his best to be open to the experience, at least. He's open minded enough about music that he's enjoying the band or DJ while he nurses some kind of eclectic craft beer in hand. He hadn't realized his friends had persuaded you to come along until you're inviting him out onto the dance floor and they're pushing him towards you with knowing smiles until he follows you, tripping over himself a bit and bumping into you until he steadies himself and starts to get into the rhythm of it all.

Lorenz: If it's a night on the town, Lorenz is going all out; he's got a table reserved for everyone on the second floor balcony and gleefully buys the first round of wildly over-priced cocktails, offering a toast to a night to remember. That said, he also severely over-estimates his tolerance, so a couple hours of dancing and pricey drinks later, he'll be pink in the face and rambling to you about how incredible you look tonight and that he can't keep his eyes off of you. The following day, he vaguely remembers how he embarrassed himself, but does assure you that he meant every drunken compliment with complete sincerity. Maybe something to discuss over a hangover-cure-brunch-date.

Seteth: It's a coworker situation, and he's definitely only here because everyone in the office convinced him that it would be a "productive, team-building exercise" for everyone to get drinks together after work. While he's stiff as ever, even he can't hide the way his eyes linger on you all night, and the way he fusses over you as you work your way through a few drinks raises more than a few eyebrows. Canonically, Seteth has unusually high alcohol tolerance, so he's likely to spend the night adorably flustered by your flirtatious looks and touches while putting all of his focus and energy into making sure you (and everyone else, to be fair) get home safely. And hey, being sternly told to let him know when you get home is one way to get your handsome but uptight coworker's number.

Jeritza: Honestly, he's giving "drummer in the band at a grimy punk bar" vibes, and I'm so here for it. He seems completely entranced and in his own world while performing, but after the set when you need a second to breathe and collect yourself, you step outside to find him smoking out back, and the intensity of his stare freezes you in place. You trade a few words and a few drags of his cigarette, but it doesn't take long for him to quietly admit that he noticed you in the crowd, and it takes even less time after that for him to have you back inside and pressed up against the wall of the green room.

Balthus: He's always in for a good time, and more importantly, a messy and rowdy time. He's got running bets on who's going to tap out first for the night, and it sure as hell isn't gonna be him. Before he's even that tipsy, he'll have you out on the dance floor with him, clumsily but enthusiastically jamming along while screaming the lyrics of every song you two recognize. With enough time to get lost in the blissful chaos of it all, you'll be "that couple" aggressively making out in the middle of the crush of bodies on the dance floor until he huskily whispers to you that you should head to his place.

Yuri: Oh, Yuri has got the hookups. He knows the bartender, knows the owner (or hell, maybe he is the owner), and you'll have as many free drinks as you can handle and night-long access to a private room at your request. He's perfectly comfortable on the dance floor, of course, and sees the push-and-pull game of gradually experimenting with touches and friction while feeling the rhythm along side you to be positively stimulating. He'll have you blissfully pressing your body against him by the time he wordlessly begins to pull you back to the private room with him, a smirk across those lovely lips.

[ovrtimelove]

✧ㅤ YOU, ME, PANCAKE HOUSE. NOW. SYNOPSIS: your friends are assholes, but hey. you look after each other always, and make each other feel better. even after a typhoon that cut off all connection for approximately two days. ✦ㅤ WHO?: jeonghan and joshua of hit kpop group svt pls get dj kh**ed off the title track (mentions of zb1 maknae line) ✦ㅤ GENRE: sm!au (16 imgs), homies being unserious, platonic, gn!reader. ✦ㅤ BYR: long post because you guys suck (/aff). very insane amount of kys/kms jokes directed at selves or each other (or a phone), odd pacing, directly references typhoon kristine and school-specific program that i actually went through as an 'update' through a silly post. (as of oct 31) no cut/utc, read note at the end.

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[dramaticallytotal]

The Rise of Team E-Scope Headcanons: Part Eight

Idea Post Part One Last Part

I am skipping the aftermath episodes, but I might do them as a bonus after I finish the finale headcanons.

Slap Slap Revolution:

• Since Team Chris won the last challenge, they are not there in economy class to hear DJ lament about his animal curse, but Team Amazon is. This is where Eva gets worried for DJ and his mental health because the poor boy is distraught. Leshawna did nothing but tell him it was in his head, and it had Eva scowling. She believed it, too, but being friends with Noah, someone whose anxiety could get really bad, she knew it wasn't really helpful to point out the thoughts or beliefs were in their head.

Then she rolled her eyes when he tried to tell her it's wasn't that easy. It had Eva grinding her teeth. It was so disrespectful! Noah's sister, Nadia, was pretty superstitious, but no one in the family made fun of her for it and tried to respect her needs. Eva learned not to be so blunt with her thoughts because of Nadia, and she honestly really loved the woman and her kids.

• Apparently, Bridgette didn't appreciate Leshawna's response either as the girl huffed. "It's not that easy, Leshawna." Now, Eva wasn't very fond of Bridgette, but she appreciated the girl speaking up.

That got Leshawna even more annoyed, and it ended with Bridgette offering to give DJ a tarot reading to maybe help ease his mind, which he appreciated.

• Lindsay would have said something, but her, Katie, and Sadie were making the economy class people some smoothies. Katie even mentioned she would add some protein for Eva.

So it fell to Eva to be on Cody duty, not that she minded. So she had Cody sitting with her and listened to him ramble about some game he and Noah were obsessed with.

Thankfully, Sierra was distracted by Heather, but Eva still had a bad feeling about all that.

• Sierra was still talking about how she became president of her 15th Toal Drama fan club. She also still showed her statistics, which is something she's actually really good at. But instead of the statistics of Team Chris, she pulled out statistics for every team.

• Cody was just happy because Sierra couldn't get close to him, and Team Chris shared the insane amount of candy they got from the last challenge.

• Trent and Justin were the ones who were relaxing on the seat and having some bon bons. Justin didn't indulge in sweets much because of his strict diet, but first class had sugar-free ones and took advantage of the opportunity. Plus, Trent and Owen kept telling him his model diet wasn't the best for him, and technically, he wasn't under contract at the moment so he could indulge here and there.

Noah may not like the guy, but he some of his sisters and cousins had some problems with food for a while, so he knew how hard it could be to allow yourself the simple pleasure of something you crave.

So he made Justin a meal schedule to help him out with it. He would have cheat days or days where he tried something equally healthy but not on his meal plan his agent had him on so he could have some variety.

He got an almost kiss on his cheeks for his efforts, and Justin got a book to his stomach for his.

• Izzy was taking a nap, which was rare, which was why Owen was at the bar having a charcuterie board to himself. He made Noah a plate and pointedly looked at his little buddy until he started picking at it.

• Noah and Alejandro were on a couch sharing the mini charcuterie board Owen made for Noah as they discussed books they both have read and enjoyed. This is all part of Alejandro's plans to get closer to Noah and be his friend. To sus out Team E-Scope, of course! No other reason! He definitely didn't find Noah's company fun and comforting at all!

• Then being dropped from the plane was a stunt but also real as they were actually dropped a short distance into the snow. They were supposed to have their jackets on before they were dropped, but the interns forgot, and Chris is pissed about it. Apparently, it wasn't as accidental or forgetful as they claimed as Chef found out from one of the interns who had been close with Noah that the producers contacted an inside source and had them "forget" the jackets as people liked seeing people in distress.

• Alejandro still caught Leshawna.

• Noah would like to nominate Lindsay for an award with her acting because holy shit! "You must have me confused with someone else. The only guy I was ever into on this show was Tyler. And he's never coming back!"

• Also, he would like to simply cease to exist! Falling into the snow that deep was so awful. Snow got under his shirts and in his pants, thankfully not too far into his shoes, but it was still unpleasant. He was already shivering by the time Eva pulled him out and squished him between Izzy, Owen, and herself.

• But Izzy is an agent of chaos, and after cuddling a little tossed Noah to Alejandro, who was more than happy to help out his very cold friend! His very cold friend who had to stop squirming so he can help him warm up!

• Everyone hated the whisper singing.

• The reason why Lindsay finally "remembered" Tyler is because Chris told her she could before they resumed filming for the song. Yeah, he cut the cameras again so the cast could put on their coats and pulled her aside to say she could remember Tyler again, but to make it seem genuine yet funny. She delivered.

• Chris did this in revenge to the producers and made sure no interns were present when he told her. He was prepared to take out one of the producers' favorite bits. He still fully intended to pay Lindsay the agreed upon money and some bonus for her performance.

• The avalanche was another stunt/real. They were swept away by a snow wave, but it was planned. Noah still did not appreciate it, but it's okay because Alejandro held onto him the entire time, so there was no need to dig him out of the snow.

• While up the mountain, though, Noah broke off to go talk with Izzy, who was coincidentally walking by Leshawna and DJ. They made it look like they were whispering, but of course, Izzy didn't have an inside voice (sarcasm), and she loudly laughed.

"Oh definitely NoNo! It's so obvious! Maybe that's why Heather has been so rude to everyone. She's jealous!"

"Keep it down, Iz! But yeah, that's what I was thinking. Her crush on Alejandro is so obvious they could see it on the Nasa satellites."

"You're soooooo right. I feel bad for Leshawna now."

"Why's that nutso?"

"Well, Alejandro has been paying a lot of attention to her, and Heather likes him, and she's a little cray cray about things she wants. I mean, she has no problem manipulating people like the whole Trent thing, which made Leshawna talk everyone into voting him off. She also has no problem playing tricks and cheating, which we've seen before."

"Thaaaat...is a very well thought out and put point. Well, now I'm a little worried." Noah mumbled before Owen yelled something about food, and suddenly Izzy picked Noah up and carried him up the mountain, knowing fully well they just played Leshawna.

• It's not that they dislike Leshawna. They totally respect her, but at the same time, they need to keep low and go with the flow, and the flow was going against her. They knew that, what with Alejandro always flirting with her and inflating her ego a bit. They feel bad, but this is another elimination that doesn't seem like they had a hand in it at all, and they don't confess to it. Kind of like Harold's.

• When they reached the top and Noah saw the raw meat, he immediately yelled, "Code O!" Which had Eva and Izzy snapping into motion. Everyone was confused until they saw the two full-on tackle Owen to stop him from reaching the piles of raw meat.

This went on Alejandro's, Noah Isn't What He Seems List and his Team E-Scope Is Very Capable List.

• When Chris mentioned the meat grinder, Trent triumphantly held it up as Noah asked him to carry it to the cargo hold as the smaller boy had a feeling they were being called for a challenge. Trent was happy he listened to him.

• Alejandro had Justin on Owen duty to make sure the big guy did not eat their building material. He had Tyler on Izzy duty to make sure she didn't try to jump in the big grinder while Noah, Alejandro, and Trent worked with the electric grinder.

• Eva manned the grinding wheel while Heather was made to fill the grinder from the top, and Courtney tossed her the meat. Eva tossed Cody on top to help Heather because she did not trust Sierra. Gwen and Katie were stuffing the sausage casing while Sierra was building a disturbingly life-size Cody statue out of some of their meat.

• Leshawna took charge as she tended to do and ordered DJ to shovel the meat up, which he was fine doing. Sadie tried to tell Leshawna that she would stuff the casing as she had experience doing that since her uncle is a butcher and she used to be fascinated with his work and he taught her some of it until she lost interest when she was older. But the two still have a tradition of making sausages together for any family events. But Leshawna didn't listen and made Sadie get up on the platform to help shove the meat in the grinder. Bridgette got annoyed that Leshawna wouldn't listen, but they didn't have much time and Lindsay and Bridgette had to do the casing.

• No DJ accidentally throwing a bird into the grinder. DJ got too scared to touch the meat with the bird on top. Leshawna just kept yelling at him to hurry up, but Bridgette snapped back at Leshawna. Sadie had enough and jumped off the platform, and Lindsay snapped, too. Lindsay took charge instead and yelled out her orders but not in an angry way, just an authoritative one. She made DJ man the wheel, Sadie stuff, Leshawna shovel, and Bridgette to make sure the bird got away and not hurt.

• Chris did bring in those deadly goats. The man loves his dangerous animals.

• Team Chris was going down the mountain before everyone because of the electric grinder, so they missed the goat. Team Victory was second, and DJ did still hurt the goat. Team Amazon was last still because of Sierra and meat Cody.

• Eva was pissed and ready to throw Sierra off the mountain, but when Heather told them to jump, she realized what she was doing and said, "Do it." When Cody and Katie looked at her for guidance.

• Alejandro made Owen sit at the front of the sausage to weigh the front down more so they moved faster, and he had Noah sit in front of him. He doesn't know why, but in his head, he justified it with telling himself it was to keep Noah warm and ready for the next challenge. Owen fell off the sausage but held on to the front, which dragged Team Chris faster.

• They, of course, passed first with Alejandro only managing to hit Owen on a ledge once as he wanted to make it seem completely like an accident. When Trent started calling out directions because he thought Alejandro couldn't see where he was steering them, Alejandro had to pretend that to be true and listened to Trent.

• No dumb hat rewards because they honestly made no sense to me. The reward instead was extra training time to learn the Schuhplattler ( known as the slap dance, Schuh means shoe and plattler means slap!). The penalty was still the lederhosen for one person to wear and uncomfortable, not broken in, leather shoes for the rest of the team to wear. Team Victory just had to wear traditional dance shoes. Team Chris got the traditional Tyrolean hats that resembled Cody's penalty outfit.

• Cody was always going to wear the penalty outfit, so no having to try and get Sierra to wear it.

• Eva and Gwen sat out along with Tyler and Noah. Eva was glad Noah sat out because the guy is actually good at dancing and won against Eva and Izzy every time they played Just Dance. They are trying to lay low, so it was a good move. Sadie was made to sit out.

• Sierra did sing her song, which disturbed not just Cody but everyone, and Trent did his best to shield the boy as they danced against each other.

• When Heather laughed at Leshawna's dancing and Alejandro started talking to her, Bridgette yelled out for Leshawna to focus. Leshawna ignored her, and Bridgette was so frustrated. That's when Heather noticed her frustration and mocked her for being jealous and started going in on Bridgette being jealous despite having a boyfriend and how it was the end of "stupid Gidgette!"

• Meanwhile, Alejandro continued on his manipulation with Leshawna. To which Justin was the one to point out the pep talk comment. He also threw in how Noah would not appreciate it given, "How smart and capable my little songbird is~."

To which Alejandro fake smiled and explained he was playing an angle but also, "He's not your anything!"

• While Bridgette stewed in her anger, Heather did try to warn Leshawna before the dance challenge started.

It was Leshawna against Owen.

Heather against Trent.

Izzy against Courtney

Bridgette against Justin

Sierra against DJ

Lindsay against Katie

Cody against Alejandro

• Heather, Leshawna, Izzy, Bridgette, Sierra, and Alejandro won the first round. Lindsay and Katie hit each other off the platform at the same time, so neither won. Then, the teams became:

Heather v Leshawna

Izzy v Bridgette

Sierra v Alejandro

• Again, Heather and Leshawna came to a tie, and the trash talking had been building the entire time. Bridgette won against Izzy, well more like Izzy got bored and pretended to fail, but only Eva and Noah saw that. Plus, Izzy didn't want to come across as too capable or like she was serious, so she pretended the light shock got to her, and she slipped off the edge. She had actually calculated when Chris would send the small shocks and made sure she was close to the edge when he next did it, which resulted in her fall. With Izzy falling and Justin's comment about Noah getting to him, Alejandro was doing his best to win but got distracted by hearing Noah's voice.

• Noah was throwing snow at Justin because the model was flirting with him again, and Noah was getting irritated. This situation distracted Alejandro enough for Sierra to knock him off. But to his team, it looked like Sierra got him out because her super strength kicked in when she saw Cody trying to help out Noah. That was a factor, but Alejandro could have dodged if he hadn't been distracted.

• Now is was:

Leshawna v Heather round 3

And

Sierra v Bridgette

• Alejandro still cheered for Leshawna once round 3 began. Which made Bridgette now suspicious because she had been noticing a lot lately and how he no longer complimented her and everything. Not that she wanted him to, but it was weird how he just shut off their communication the way he did.

• So when Heather shouted about Leshawna not being on Alejandro's team and slapped Leshawna. Bridgette yelled her agreement which made Heather mock her for being jealous.

Leshawna hit Heather off, and Bridgette jumped off the platform at the same time as Leshawna because Heather had finally pissed her off to the point of snapping. Leshawna did slap Heather, but it wasn't over and over. She did it once and once was enough to snap her out of it because, man, this wasn't her. Bridgette slapped Heather once and yelled at her over all the comments about her and Geoff. She basically went off on how Heather was a sad, lonely, desperate person.

• Sierra won by default.

• No missing tooth, Heather, but she did get slapped on the same side of her face, so it was really red and going to bruise. Plus, she bit the inside of her cheek, so it was going to swell and be swollen for a short time. The bite wasn't super bad, more a nip, but she did still bleed.

• Chris then announced it was a double elimination for Team Victory. It wasn't that hard a decision for them given the growing tension between Leshawna and Bridgette. Plus, the team had gotten tired of Leshawna taking the role of leader and not listening to any of their ideas, suggestions, or input. Lindsay knew how that was, which was why she was confused about why Leshawna acted that way. You would think the girl would remember what happened to Lindsay season two, given the whole cast had a rewatch party a little while after the finale.

• Eliminated: Leshawna and Bridgette.

I think when we get closer to the merge, I won't reveal who gets eliminated as I might want to save that for the actual fic. But if you guys are okay with knowing, I don't mind sharing at all! I just thought maybe you wouldn't want me to spoil that.

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[chasedeys]

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Jesus Christ he pulled up on Joe ???! I need this devotion

he did 😔😔🤚🤚🤚

the Lakers Date in gifset form and in video form like look at joe staring at ja'marr like that and giggling and shit oh my god joe ja'marr is sure as hell funnier than you but really? ja'marr putting his arms around joe which is just. yeah. look at that little scratch and then actually reaching his arms out and then just saying something short and random 😭 you know. casual. and joe barely reacting to it ok whatever. oh and also there's this hilarious twitter thread in reaction to it lmao.

this is the wowing backstory (everyone say thank you to carmen's big brain!!) to the date and kind of why this felt like a psychological attack beyond the implication that this was A Basketball Date. basically ja'marr flew his ass to arizona for joe because the man was having the shittiest week and was sooooo weirdly messy about it because he posted a vague blurry ass insta story of his location and then deleted it (?????) god what is wrong with him. like the photo was obviously a quick little snap of him in a car with just a location posted in the middle of the night like it didn't matter what the pic was only the location and was posted the minute he arrived (?) like he was announcing where he was for a very specific reason and then deleted it like it served its purpose and he didn't need it anymore. (is that not basic teenager in love 101........)

on joe being miserable -> like joe went to a club and flipped people off and i think one of the events he had was the signing with obj and kd (beloved kevin durant <3 but its sooo random why the fuck was kd there im so confused as to what this event was) and joe's expressions throughout all the videos and photos were either flat as fuck or straight up not-enjoying-shit. the next time he gets snapped in public it's with ja'marr on a basketball court with matching outfits finally smiling and laughing right and doing silly shit like clapping all up against ja'marr's face like a besotted dork......mind you he clapped because ja'marr was on camera probably getting introduced to the stadium so everyone could technically see it so it was like he was teasing the ever living shit out of ja'marr who was trying to be all cool throwing peace signs only to get stunted on by his embarrassing ass man who just wouldn't let him live jesus i'm sorry but i'm genuinely wondering why he clapped that way. look at his impish little smile joe oh my god stop.

but he was really finally acting all goofy and silly and smiling and laughing genuinely when ja'marr showed up and yapped at him!!!!!!! insane. shining example of devotion and codependency tbh.

some Speculation! which i love to do unfortunately for everyone around me:

this was planned from the start way before joe went through apparent hell or something. they bought the tickets way back with dj and sam and this was like the only thing joe looked forward to which is why he was finally smiling and laughing and actually managed to get through the week.

from that event they had together kd gave tickets to obj (pretty sure he was also there but like on the opposite side of the court?? idk) and joe and joe requested/bought more tickets and invited ja'marr and sam and dj because he was in heavy need of Friendship Love Moral Support from his guys. yeah.

(the favorite. the full of love theory) ja'marr found out joe was Going Through It (from joe himself? from obj? from his manager? the internet? other friends? who knows) and flew his ass to arizona having bought the plane ticket within minutes of ending the call/text regarding the joe situation. knew joe needed some refreshing/healing so he searched up what arizona had going on for them that week or he was planning on watching the game from his home anyway idk and immediately bought court-side tickets for the game. invited dj and sam so joe would be surrounded by more close friends who he would feel comforted by. arrived in phoenix in the middle of the night, snapped a quick photo for ig announcing where he was, joe saw it and sent ???????? in reply, ja'marr then deletes the ig story bc he doesn't want anyone else asking shit too, and finally crashed joe's pity party and has him smiling within minutes. am i crazy. yes. am i free. also yes.

THE CLOTHES THING they're literally wearing yellow and purple -> lakers and coincidentally lsu's colors!!! technically suns' too i think. did they plan on matching or did they each plan on wearing lakers colors in the first place (these divas...) and just had that one-brain-ism thing they got going on. ja'marr was sooooo pretty btw 😭😭 his faceeeee the dimple the hairrrr i miss his cornrows he looks sooo good in bright mustard yellow toooooo somebody save me from myself.

OH and dj reader and sam were there too okay 😭 like they weren't there alone. that la lunch date was like this lakers date 2.0 bc they weren't alone damn it but it weirdly seems that way 😭 when you're in love etc. or maybe because they just weren't mentioned as much as these two :( but I'm really pleased that joe could smile surrounded by his teammates <3 joy etc.

okay bye 😭

[fruity-mond]

I'm SO TIRED of people saying "complain impact" "why are you guys comparing" "just quit the game no one is forcing you"

SHUT UP!!! SHUT UP SHUT UP WHY CAN'T WE HAVE STANDARDS ANYMORE. WHY CAN'T WE POINT OUT THAT THE GAME WE FELL IN LOVE WITH IS TAKING A TURN THAT IS SHOWING A PRETTY SCARY FUTURE.

They showed us they can create something amazing. They gave us lovable characters, they gave us INSANELY intriguing lore. WE KNOW WHAT THEY CAN OFFER. SO FORGIVE US FOR BEING UPSET WHEN THEY GAVE US LACKLUSTER CONTENT AFTER THE BANGER THAT WE WERE LEFT WITH.

I don't LIKE complaining! I don't like talking bad about this game because dude LOOK at my blog right now. I love this game, I love the characters to death. But when the newest one they offer feels more like plot devices and less like friends your player is supposed to make, it gets SO DRAINING. I don't want to have to pull for this character to understand their personality! Why do I have to get them first before falling in love with them?

Show their anger, their drive, their sass WHATEVER THEY HAVE in the archon quest! Don't just make all the scenes just exposition of what's going on and show everything else in a non permanent event.

Also, WHY is everyone in your nation so. Good? Why are all the characters so upstanding and willing to die for it? I mean, yeah!! Let's go!! Patriotism!! But come ON. SHOW SOME HESITANCY, IT'S YOUR LIFE HERE. YOU'RE ALL NOT SUICIDAL RIGHT?

The designs aren't bad per se, I like the colours. I like how they look but by god does it not fit genshin. "Genshin's never been fantasy" you cannot deny that when over HALF the entire fandom, who's still on the high of the Dainsleif "Bedtime" quest and are genuinely looking forward to the game, say that "hey. This is kinda off", something IS PROBABLY OFF?

Fontaine was marketed as a nation of advancement. They're literally steampunk. They don't have modern technology like ours but it doesn't mean they don't have something better or unheard of. Natlan was marketed as a nation of WAR. Why is there DJs?? I get that they're detached from the rest of teyvat but you understand that, after already being in the nation that was the most "technologically advance", this is a horrible writing move?

I'm not angry at people who enjoy the quest, far from it really! I actually have a good amount of respect for the people that like the media that I can't. See the bright outlook on things. But when they start calling us unwarranted critics, complaining for the sake of it, ungrateful, is where I'm pissed. Why aren't we allowed to tell the MILLION DOLLAR GAME COMPANY that we want a better story when we KNOW they can offer more?

Honestly, I could even go on abt how Genshin shot itself in the foot by the mass production of characters they're creating. You can only create so many characters before they start feeling bland and repetitive. That's a discussion for another day. But please. Please understand you're allowed to criticize. You're allowed to be upset, you're allowed to have standards, you're allowed to want more from a company who just wants to milk your wallet dry. If they want to do that, at least give back some of the great quality from before.

The previous quests and nations weren't perfect either, don't get me wrong, but that really shows the issue doesn't it? The content was imperfect yet everyone loves it. What does that say about the content now. Like the game, like the story, good! Enjoy everything you can but don't bow down to the corporate that has fuck up fans over and over and over and OVER again. Let people be upset, don't turn on each other.

It's seriously not fun to dislike something you've enjoyed for so long. Believe me, I don't like complaining about Natlan. It just makes me feel sad. But criticism should be made. Most of the haters are scared bc we've looked forward to Snezhnaya for YEARS. And if they treat it the same way they treat Natlan? That's 5 years down the drain.

i didn't want to yap this much but oh my god I'm at my wit's end.

[lousypotatoes]

All Over My Blonde South

"Boy, you make it, make it right

My temperature is super high

If I scream, if I cry

It's only 'cause I feel alive~"

Turn Me On - David Guetta, Nicki Minaj

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Dear Mom and Dad, I'm doing fine

You guys are on my mind

You asked me what I wanted to be

And now I think the answer is plain to see

I wanna be famous

I wanna live close to the sun

Well pack your bags 'cause I've already won

Everything to prove nothing in my way

I'll get there one day

I wanna be famous

Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na

I wanna be

I wanna be

I wanna be famous

I wanna be

I wanna be famous~

Y/N stood at the top of the cliff, looking down in the water below her, legs shaking in fear.

"Okay, today's challenge is threefold," Chris said to the twenty-three contestants, all standing in their swimsuits. "Your first task is to jimp off this one-thousand-foot-high cliff into the lake."

"Piece of cake," Bridgette mumbled to Y/N.

"There's no way, it's that easy," Y/N mumbled back.

"If you look down, you will see two target areas," Chris explained. "The wider area represents the part of the lake that we have stocked with psychotic, man eating sharks."

Y/N felt like she was gonna barf, faint, and her pee herself all at once.

"Inside that area is a safe zone," Chris said. "That's your target area, which we're pretty sure is shark free."

"Excuse me?" Leshawna asked.

"For each member of your team that jumps and actually survives," Chris said, ignoring Leshawna. "There will be a crate of supplies waiting below. Inside each crate are supplies that you'll need for the second part of the challenge, building a hot tub!"

"The team with the best one gets to have a wicked hot tub party tonight." Chris said. "The losers will be sending someone home. Let's see, Killer Bass, you're up first."

'I'm going to die,' Y/N thought. 'I'm literally going to die.'

"Oh wow," Bridgette said, looking down into the water. "So, who wants to go first?"

Nobody on the Killer Bass team said a word.

"So, who's up?" Eva asked.

"Ladies first," Duncan said.

"Fine, I'll go," Bridgette said shakily. "It's no big deal. Just an insane cliff dive into a circle of angry sharks." she finished, swan diving off the cliff, not even screaming.

Looking down, Y/N saw that she landed right in the safe zone, waving up at them.

"She did it! Yeah!" Tyler exclaimed. "I'm next!"

Tyler got a running start and jumped off the cliff.

"Cowabunga!" Tyler screamed as he fell down.

Instead of landing straight into the water, Tyler landed one of the buoys, then slid into the safe zone.

"Duncan, can you promise me something?" Y/N asked as Geoff jumped down.

"What is it?" Duncan asked, his eyebrow raised.

"When I jump down, could you maybe help me out of the water?" she asked.

"You don't know how to swim?" Duncan asked, as Eva jumped off shouting, "Look out below!"

"I do," Y/N explained. "I just don't like not being able to touch the bottom. It freaks me out."

"Sure thing, sweetheart, I'll help you out." Duncan said.

"Thanks," Y/N said.

"Don't mention it," he replied before jumping off.

Next, it was DJ's turn to jump.

He was looking down in the water, a scared look on his face.

"Uh-uh, no way man," DJ said. "I'm not jumping."

"Scared of heights?" Chris asked.

"Yeah, ever since I was a kid." DJ answered.

"That's okay, big guy," Chris said. "Unfortunately, that also makes you a chicken, so you'll have to wear this for the rest of the day!"

Chris placed an ugly, yellow chicken hat on DJ's head.

"Oh man, for real?" DJ asked.

Chris then started clucking like a chicken, making Isabell cringe.

"That means the chicken path down is that way," Chris said, pointing to an escalator behind him.

Y/N watched as DJ sadly went down the escalator.

Next, it was Ezekiel's turn to jump.

On the way down, Ezekiel hit a very big rock, but still landed in the safe zone, making the rest of the team cheer.

"Yes!" Harold exclaimed, jumping down in the splits position.

As he fell, he fell hard, slapping his groin against the water.

His cry of pain rung out all throughout the camp, making Y/N wince.

'Sheesh,' she thought. 'Hope he's okay.'

"Ooh, hate to see that happen." Chris smiled.

"Excuse me, Chris, I have a medical condition," Courtney said.

"What condition?" Chris asked.

"A condition that prevents me from jumping off cliffs." Courtney answered.

"You can chicken out if you want," Chris smirked. "But it might end up costing your team the win. And then they'll hate you.

"It's a calculated risk," Courtney smirked. "I've seen the other team, and I don't think nine of them will jump."

"All right, here is your chicken hat," Chris said, placing the ugly hat on Courtney's head.

"So, let's tally up the results," Chris said, pulling out a clipboard. "Hold on, that's eight jumpers, and two chickens. We're missing two."

Before Y/N could speak up, Katie and Sadie interrupted her.

"I'm not jumping without Katie" Sadie whined.

"We have to be on the same team Chris!" Katie cried.

"Please, please!" the two of the begged.

"I'll switch places with her," Izzy said, raising her hand.

"All right, fine," Chris groaned. "You're both on the Killer Bass now. Izzy, you're on the Screaming Gophers."

"That means you're up girls," he said to Katie and Sadie.

"We're coming Killer Bass!" the two of them screamed as they jumped.

"We still have one more jumper left," Chris said. "Y/N, you're up next."

Y/N looked down in the water, her legs shaking and her lip quivering.

She could hear the rest of her teammates either telling her to 'jump already!' or 'you can do it Y/N!'

"You can do this Y/N," she mumbled, hyping herself up. "You can do this."

Taking a deep breath and plugging her nose, she jumped off the cliff. She could feel her H/C hair whip around her face. She squeezed her eyes shut, not making a noise, even when she felt the cold water smack her skin.

Trying to hold her head above the water, she coughed and sputtered.

"Gimme your hand!" yelled a voice.

Looking up, she saw Duncan in a boat, holding out his hand.

Y/N grabbed his hand, and mustering all his strength, Duncan pulled her into the boat.

"I told you I would be there to help you," Duncan panted, the boat taking both of them to shore. "You okay?"

"Yup," Y/N laughed, rubbing her eyes. "I can't believe I just did that."

"Yeah," Duncan chuckled. "For a second I thought you weren't gonna jump."

"Oh, it truly wounds me that you think that low of me," Y/N said, the two of them getting off the boat and onto shore.

"Oh my gosh! Are you okay?" Bridgette said, running up to Isabell.

"Yeah, I'm okay," Y/N sheepishly said. "I'm just not a very strong swimmer."

"You're so cool for jumping even though you can't swim!" Katie suddenly cheered.

"Oh well, um," Y/N blushed. "Thanks, I guess"

Suddenly, they all heard Heather screaming.

Y/N turned and saw Heather splash in the water.

"Leshawna!" Heather screamed up. "I'm going to fucking kill you!"

"Hey, I threw you in the safe zone, didn't I?" Leshawna yelled back, before jumping off the cliff.

"How many people you think are gonna jump?" Bridgette asked Isabell.

"Hopefully less than us," Y/N replied.

Next to jump was Lindsay, then Gwen, Cody, Izzy, and Justin.

Justin landed very far from the safe zone.

"He's toast," Duncan mumbled.

Y/N saw the sharks getting closer and closer to him.

"Oh, I can't watch," she said, closing her eyes, but keeping them open just a little.

Instead of attacking him, the sharks started fawning over Justin, bringing him safely to shore.

"Woah," Y/N chuckled. "That's something you don't see everyday,"

"You're telling me," Duncan laughed.

The next person that was supposed to jump was Beth, but she got too scared and chickened out.

"Let's just hope two more people chicken out," Bridgette said.

The only person left to jump was Owen.

"Okay campers, there's only one person left," Chris called down with a megaphone. "You guys need this jump for the win. No pressure dude."

"Okay, there's pressure!"

~Confessionals~

"Oh, I was pretty darn nervous," Owen said. "See the thing is, I'm not that strong a swimmer."

--

~Confessionals~

"I'm looking at this guy and thinking 'there's no way he's gonna make it.'" Geoff said.

--

~Confessionals~

"I actually thought, 'if he jumps this, he's gonna die.'" Gwen said.

--

Y/N looked up at cliff in suspense, biting her nails.

In what seemed like forever, Owen finally jumped off the cliff, screaming as he fell.

When he made contact with the water, he created a big splash that knocked Y/N off her feet.

Y/N now was soaked, again.

"Great," Y/N groaned, wringing her hair out.

"Yes! Yeah!" Owen exclaimed, still in the water. "Who's the man?"

The Screaming Gophers started cheering, making Y/N glare at Courtney and DJ in distaste.

She mostly glared at Courtney, though.

"The winners, The Screaming Gophers!" Chris called down with the megaphone.

Owen started looking around the water, a concerned look on his face.

"That was awesome dude!" Trent said, then seeing Owen's concerned face. "What's wrong?"

"I uh," Owen stuttered. "I think I lost my bathing suit."

"That's disgusting," Y/N said, walking off to change into her regular clothes.

Using all her strength, Y/N tried pushing the crate of supplies down the shore, staring at the other team, wishing she had the cart.

"I swear, if we lose this challenge, I'm committing a felony," Y/N said through gritted teeth. "I did not jump off a one-thousand-foot cliff just to lose."

"This fucking sucks," Duncan panted, leaning on his crate. "When this is over, I'm taking a fat nap."

"Ow!" Courtney said from behind Y/N. "I think I just got a splinter!"

Eva walked over to Courtney, picked up her crate and slammed it back down on the ground.

"Shut it and pick up your fucking crate!" Eva snapped. "Chicken!"

"Hey! I'm the only one with CIT camping experience here," Courtney whined. "You need me!"

"You're only saying that so we don't vote you off," Y/N glared. "Now please stop complaining, you're giving me a headache."

Courtney gave Y/N a dirty look, but went back to pushing her crate.

Y/N continued pushing her crate, wincing every time she got a splinter in her hand.

"I got to take a whiz," Tyler spoke up.

"Hurry up, we're already behind," Eva said as Tyler walked off.

"Oh, I have to go to," Katie said.

"You do?" Sadie said. "Oh my gosh, me too!"

"Can you three please hurry up?" Y/N called out.

"Someone's impatient," Duncan smirked.

"I hope you get eaten by a shark," Y/N rolled her eyes.

"Ooh, that hurts sweetheart," Duncan laughed.

Y/N smacked his shoulder.

"Are you like this all the time?" Y/N asked.

"Pretty much, yeah," Duncan replied.

"Oh yay, lucky me,"

After a few minutes, Tyler, Katie, and Sadie came back from peeing, the team started pushing their crates again.

If Y/N heard Sadie and Katie complain about their itchy asses one time, she was gonna snap.

It had been almost forty-five minutes, and The Killer Bass were still nowhere near the campground.

Chris noticed this and pulled up a four-wheeler.

"You guys are way behind the other team," he said. "Like way behind. What's the problem?"

"Their butts are itchy," Y/N heard Courtney say.

Y/N turned around to say something but then saw Courtney and jumped in surprise.

Where her eye was, there was a massive bug bite, all swollen. Y/N could barely see her eye.

"Gah!" Chris cried, also seeing her eye. "Holy shit, that's bad!"

"Did you guys squat down when you peed in the woods?" Bridgette asked Katie and Sadie.

"Yeah," Katie answered, scratching continuously at her butt.

"Did you happen to notice what plants you were squatting over?"

"They were kind of oval shaped, and green, and all over the place." Sadie said.

"Were they low to the ground? About this big?" Bridgette asked, trying not to laugh.

Katie and Sadie nodded.

"You guys squatted on poison ivy."

Y/N started laughing really hard, she had to lean on her crate to support herself.

"No way," Chris laughed, as Katie and Sadie whined and screamed. "That's awesome!"

In what seemed like forever, The Killer Bass finally made it to the campsite. Y/N saw that the other team was already WAY ahead on building their hot tub.

"There's no way we're gonna win this," she mumbled.

"Let's just try to do our best," Bridgette said, but it seemed like she already knew that they we're going to win as well.

They set their crates down, Y/N stretched out and popped her back.

"Finally," Harold sighed.

"Hey, what's up guys?" Trent smiled.

"Hey, aren't you missing a couple of white girls?" Leshawna asked.

Y/N couldn't care less if Katie and Sadie were missing. They were annoying and gave her a headache.

"They're getting a drink," Courtney said.

"Yeah, if they drink with their butts," Harold said to Ezekiel.

"Funny," Ezekiel laughed, making Y/N back up in disgust.

Leshawna stared at Courtney in horror, making Y/N giggle.

"Oooh, what happened to your eye, girl?" Leshawna asked in shock.

"Nothing, just an allergy," Courtney said.

"I think it's getting worse," Ezekiel pointed out.

"Shut up!" Courtney whispered. "We don't want them to know that?"

"Why?" Y/N asked. "Are you afraid they're gonna use it against us?"

Courtney glared at Isabell but ignored her.

"Okay, dudes," Geoff said from the top of the crates. "It's not too late, we can do this!"

Y/N backed up farther away from Ezekiel when she saw him picking his nose.

"Ew!" Courtney said.

"What?" Ezekiel asked, wiping his hand on his pants.

"That's actually super gross," Y/N grimaced.

"Okay, look guys," Courtney said, standing up. "We have a hot tub to complete, and we need a project manager. Since I've actually been a CIT before, I'm electing myself. Any objections?"

"Where do we begin cyclops?" Duncan said.

"Open the crates," Courtney snapped, getting in Duncan's face. "Bridgette, go find those itchy girls. We need all the help we can get."

"This hot tub fucking sucks," Y/N mumbled, after they were all done. "I bet even poor people have hot tubs that look better then this."

"Woahh," Duncan laughed. "That's harsh."

"I only speak the truth,"

Chris inspected the other teams hot tub, looking for any kind of mistakes.

After a few minutes, he finally said something.

"This is an awesome hot tub!" he said.

The other team started cheering, making Y/N glare at Courtney and DJ.

Mostly Courtney, though.

She didn't know what, but there was something about Courtney that Y/N absolutely did not like.

Now, it was time for the Killer Bass' hot tub to be inspected. Y/N already knew they were going to lose, but she still waited in anticipation.

Chris tapped on the base of the hot tub, and water instantly shot back in his face.

As he wiped the water off his face, the hot tub fell apart, wood and water going everywhere.

"Well, I think we have a winner here," Chris said, staying silent for a moment. "The Screaming Gophers!"

Y/N looked down at the ground in disappointment, while the other team cheered. She already knew they were going to lose, but she still didn't like the feeling of it.

"Gophers, you're safe from elimination, and you get to rock this awesome hot tub for the rest of the summer! Bonus!"

The Screaming Gophers started to cheer even louder.

"Killer Bass, what can I say? Stinks to be you right now. I'll see your sorry butts at the bonfire tonight."

Deciding she didn't want to be there any longer, Y/N started walking around the island.

"Hey, wait up!" Duncan said, catching up with her. "Where you going?"

"Anywhere where the other team isn't," Y/N groaned.

"Hey, we'll win the next challenge," Duncan said, trying to cheer her up. "DJ and Courtney are just a bunch of pussies."

Y/N laughed. "Yeah, hopefully you're right."

"It's the end of the challenge now," Duncan smirked. "Didn't you say you were going to tell me your name, sweetheart?"

"I don't know if I really want to tell you it," Y/N said, a sly smile on her face. "I kind of like it when you call me sweetheart."

Duncan's eyes widened, and for the first time since they'd been on the island, he didn't have anything to say, not used to a girl flirting back with him.

"Oh calm down, Duncan," Y/N laughed. "I'm just messing with you. Y/N. My name is Y/N. Are you happy?"

"Very," Duncan remarked, now being able to talk. "Y/N. A pretty name for a pretty girl."

"Oh, stop you're making me blush," Y/N smirked. "It's almost time for dinner, so I'll be heading to the mess hall now. Care to join me?"

"You don't even have to ask, Y/N," Duncan said.

It was quiet in the mess hall, the only noises that could be heard was the sound of chewing and silverware clanking. Y/N sat in between Duncan, and to her dislike, Courtney.

"So uh, what do we do now?" Katie asked.

"We have to figure out who we're gonna vote off," Courtney said.

"Isn't it obvious?" Y/N said, swallowing her food. "It's either going to be you or DJ."

"What?" Courtney gasped. "Why?"

"You two are the only ones wearing those ugly hats," Y/N said.

"And if we ever have to lift a truck," Duncan added on. "I like our odds with the big guy."

"I second that," Y/N said, making DJ smile even wider.

"You guys need me!" Courtney whined. "I'm the only one-"

"We know," Bridgette interrupted. "You used to be a real CIT. So would you pick?"

"What about him?" Courtney said, pointing to Tyler.

"No!" Lindsay suddenly yelled from the other table.

Everybody in the room looked at her in confusion.

" I mean, no salt," Lindsay stuttered. "There's no salt on the table, bummer."

"Fine then, what about her?" Courtney pointed to Y/N.

"Excuse me?" Y/N snapped.

"Hey, at least she jumped off the cliff, chicken wing," Duncan snarled.

"Shut up!" Courtney yelled.

"I think you're the one that needs to shut up you uptight bitch," Y/N mumbled.

"What did you just call me?" Courtney glared.

"You heard me," Y/N smirked.

"Oh, you are so dead," Courtney snapped.

"Okay, let's just chill out," Geoff intervened. "This is getting way too heavy."

"I've had enough prison food for one day," Duncan said, getting up. "I'm gonna go have a nap."

"You can't do that!" Courtney called out. "We haven't decided who's going yet!"

"Well, I just don't get why we lost, ay," Ezekiel spoke up. "They're the ones that have six girls."

Everyone in the mess hall gasped.

Y/N, Bridgette, and Eva crowded around him.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Bridgette angrily asked.

"Yeah homeschool, enlighten us, "Eva said, smashing her fist on the table.

"And you better choose your words very wisely," Y/N snarled.

"Well, guys are much stronger and better at girls than girls are," Ezekiel replied without a second thought.

All the guys in the room backed away from any of the girls they were near.

"Oh snap, he did not just say that!" Geoff laughed.

"Not the time Geoff!" Y/N snapped.

"My dad told me to look out for the girls here, ay," Ezekiel said. "And help them in case they can't keep up."

Y/N had to hold herself from punching that little freak.

Eva grabbed him by his neck and lifted him up in the air.

"Still think we need your help keeping up?" Eva asked.

"Uh, not really," Ezekiel said.

"Okay, guys, let's give him a break," Geoff said.

Eva dropped Ezekiel down to the floor.

"At least he doesn't think that guys are smarter than girls." Geoff said.

"But they are,"

"That's it," Y/N snapped before pouncing onto Ezekiel.

Y/N knocked him back onto the floor. With one of her hands she grabbed onto his neck, and with her other hand, she started punching all over his face.

"Still think guys are smarter, hm?" Y/N angrily said.

She could hear all the other girls cheering for her.

"Mess him up, YN!" Katie and Sadie said.

Suddenly, Y/N felt two pairs of arms latch onto her. As much as she tried to fight them, the pairs of arms lifted her off of Ezekiel.

"Woah, calm down, Y/N!" DJ said.

"That was fucking crazy!" Geoff exclaimed.

Y/N shrugged their arms off her. She smirked when she saw that she had given Ezekiel two black eyes and a bloody lip and nose.

"If I ever hear you saying shit like that again," Y/N said in a dark voice to Ezekiel. "I'll do more than just give you a black eye and a bloody nose."

Everyone stared at her in in either awe or horror as she walked out of the mess hall.

She couldn't wait to tell Duncan what just happened.

It was now the time where the Killer Bass would have to watch someone walk onto the Dock of Shame and go home.

All of the girls, including Y/N were smirking at Ezekiel.

"Dude, you've got a lot to learn about the real world," Duncan said to Ezekiel, disgust on his face.

"Killer Bass," Chris sternly said. "At camp, marshmallows represent a tasty treat that you enjoy roasting by the fire."

"At this camp, marshmallows represent life," Chris said dramatically.

Y/N saw that Geoff was making a cute gesture to Bridgette making her giggle. When Y/N made eye contact with Bridgette, she wiggled her eyebrows, making Bridgette blush.

"You've all cast your votes and made your decision," Chris said. "There are only eleven marshmallows on this plate. "When I call your name, come up and claim your marshmallow. The camper who does not receive a marshmallow tonight must immediately return to the Dock of Shame to catch to Boat of Losers. That means you're out of the contest. And you can't come back. Ever."

"The first marshmallow goes to...Geoff,"

Geoff smiled and walked up to claim his marshmallow.

"Tyler,"

"Woohoo! Yeah!" Tyler exclaimed. "Place at the table!"

"Katie,"

"Bridgette,"

"DJ,"

"Harold,"

"Yes," he said.

"Sadie,"

"Oh yay!" she said, hugging Katie. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

"Duncan,"

Duncan smirked and walked up to claim his marshmallow.

"And Y/N,"

Y/N breathed a sigh of relief and got her marshmallow, standing next to Duncan.

"You really did a number on that guy," Duncan whispered.

"Is that supposed to be a compliment?" Y/N whispered back.

"Obviously,"

"Then thanks,"

"Campers," Chris interrupted. "This is the final marshmallow of the evening."

Y/N glared at both Courtney and Ezekiel. Although she didn't like both of them, she would rather see Ezekiel get voted off.

"Courtney," Chris finally said, after a long dramatic silence.

Courtney sighed in relief and ran to get her marshmallow.

Ezekiel had a look of sadness on his face, making Y/N feel a little bit bad, but not really.

"Can't say I'm shocked," Chris said. "I saw you picking your nose, dude, not cool."

"Dock of Shame is that way, bro," Chris said, pointing in the opposite direction.

With a satisfied smile, Y/N watched Ezekiel walk down the dock, and get into the boat.

"The rest of you, enjoy your marshmallows," Chris said. "You're all safe. For tonight."

~Confessionals~

"Yep, this camp pretty much still stinks," Gwen said. "But now that I'm here, I guess I might as well actually try to win."

--

~Confessionals~

"Maybe this show won't be that bad," Y/N said. "If you're watching this Dad, I love you and I miss you tons."

--

Y/N walked by the Screaming Gophers hot tub, staring at them with jealousy.

Oh, how she wished she was in a hot tub right now, soaking away her worries.

As she walked back to the cabin, a lot of things were on her mind. Her dad, losing the challenge, Duncan.

But what was on her mind most was winning the whole competition. She would win Total Drama Island.

And she wouldn't let her dad down.

sorry that it took me a little bit to upload

i've been planning a trip to disneyland, so that's taken up a lot of my time

stay safe and drink lots of water <33

xoxo, Izzy

[youchangedmedestiel]

I finally watched that panel from 2023 with Jensen and Misha (and Mark, DJ, Ruth and Samantha). At the end, Jensen answers a question about what he thought about Misha when they first met and ends his answer by saying, "that's why I love the guy."

Did someone count how many times Jensen actually said publically that he loved Misha?

There's this example and two others that I have in mind but maybe I'm missing some.

Also, how insane it is that he is the one saying this so many times, while Misha is the one that never said it publically at least. Or maybe I missed something?

[onyourhyuck]

You Rock My World. | L.DH

— Prologue: “I’m not interested in fresh meat.” + “I can rock your world.”

— Summary: You are invited to Johnny’s dj party and you weren’t expecting to get approached by the new freshmen Lee Haechan.

— Genre: SMUT SMUT SMUT MINORS DNI. Virgin!hyuck. First time sex. University setting. Sort of a frat house. Hyuck is too confident for his own good.

— Notes:

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Johnny hosts the wildest parties. Everyone knows that and anyone who went to his parties come out hammered to the point the next day they don’t remember or, they don’t come back knowing it was too much for them. You’re one of his close friends. You both are in the same class for years up until senior year.

You’re looking for some suit of entertainment for your liking and Johnny knows you want to get laid tonight. It was your goal.

“So let me guess,” Johnny laughs. “You’re looking to get laid by someone tonight.”

You have no shame admitting to this, the point of this senior dj party he is hosting was to find someone to take you to bed. And then you leave the place of the person and never come back. It’s simple. One night stand. The party was loud and the music was honestly so uplifting; Johnny really knows how to make some good dj songs. He’s been working on it as a side hobby for a while. And he decided to finally take on a dj party bringing it to the seniors and some other grades joining.

“It’s been a while since I did the deed. I’m starting to think about what I’m missing out on.” You’re right you need to let loose somehow. You don’t have time to date so nonetheless you are quite literally touch deprived. University has kept you unbendingly close to your studies and you hate to say it but you neglected a part of your self esteem. You just need someone to hold you tonight. That’s all you need right now. Johnny smirks, he knows sexual frustration when he sees one. “Hook yourself up I guess. I brought some friends with me so why don’t you meet them? Who knows they might be interested in you.”

Johnny has a lot of friends. He’s got many social groups he’s in and one of them was actually his main group consisting of friends you have met before on a part hang out. Yuta, Jaehyun, Mark, Taeyong, Doyoung and someone else was there you don’t quite recognise. He couldn’t be in your grade because four of them are in your class. Mark is in the grade below you. But you’ve never encountered this boy with them. He was laughing and playing around with the boys. He had luscious brown hair, and eyes that can kill you if they ever looked at your way. He was young, well he certainly looked young. He dressed comfortably and casually to the party which makes you think he’s down to earth.

He seems like he was a fun young guy, but you could sense a slight childishness from him. And you dislike the youthful energy he’s giving. You’re most certainly convinced he was a new, young freshmen in your university who’s just getting started and this must be his first ever party from university he’s gotten into.

“Johnny,” you call out making your friend stop on the tracks as you were driving through the crowd in the party. The hint of smell alcohol gave was invisible to your nostrils by the minute. “Who’s that guy with Jaehyun?” Your eyebrows raise up.

Johnny looks over to the group he was going to approach with you but since you stopped he made sure to take a pause taking a glance at where your attention is located at. The moment his eyes found who you meant he laughs openly. “Oh Haechan?”

‘So that’s what his name is.’

“Haechan’s the new freshmen we met yesterday. He’s pretty cool actually.” Johnny smirks. “The guy has a lot of potential to joining our frat club becoming a permanent member.”

You knew that if a freshmen had a high chance of becoming a permanent member they were absolutely bat-shit-insane. The frat parties are no joke. They could genuinely kill someone for how crazy and insane they can go.

“He doesn’t look like he’s made of much.” You retort back keeping your stern gaze on the boy in the far distance.

Johnny smirks. “I thought the same.” But it looks like his opinion has changed on that and you wonder how? How did someone like Haechan become instantly popular with the seniors at the frat house? You were intrigued no doubt about it.

But you were doubtful of him.

There’s no way a young guy like him who’s barely experienced the life you’ve seen throughout being in this forsaken university would last less than ten second in that frat house because you’d know; you hooked up with plenty of frat members in there. You’ve been in their rooms, their house. You even slept over once because Johnny let you. You been to Yuta’s bed. You’ve been to Jaehyun’s bed too. Johnny very much wasn’t someone you hooked up with but he certainly let you stay over in his room when you were hammered. He even took the damn couch just for you.

They were animals. Barbarians. Haechan doesn’t look the image. He looks more like an innocent looking guy who shines bright wherever he goes. You just can’t shake the idea of someone like Haechan doing crazy menacing things like they do.

But maybe you judged him too much and quick.

The next minute you were approached by someone you weren’t quite expecting. You’ve been having drinks with Yuta and Jaehyun who were equally glad to see you at the party. They weren’t sure if you were coming at all but it seems like you had second thoughts and joined after all. Even though you slept with both of them by hooking up separately they didn’t seem to mind that you slept with them. In fact they find it quite alluring.

The voice strikes you behind. It was a flirtatious tone something you can sense from miles away. “Hey there beautiful mind if I buy you a drink?” And you feel your eyes glued on the innocent face of his though his tone was quite the opposite it was very much challenging.

“No thanks.”

You squint your eyes before gazing away drinking your own drink that you bought for yourself. Haechan saw that you blatantly ignored him so he moves to the seat next to you leaning on the bar with his arms stretched flashing you a devilish smirking expression. You tried your best to ignore the younger boy. He thinks he has a chance with you? A senior? You have better things to be doing with someone who actually understands your needs.

He complains a little. “Oh come on don’t do the push and pull game and let me buy you a drink sweetheart.” He was so condescending when speaking to you and you chew on your tongue the minute you feel your tongue out to strike him with cruel force of your words.

You don’t want to pick a fight with a dumb freshmen who thinks he is all the game he has.

You smile in a fake manner turning to face him. Haechan was truly intrigued by your dark eyes hovering above and over his own. He loves when you were getting clearly annoyed by his persistence. Maybe he likes seeing you angry and try not to seem like you’re interested.

But he knows you were watching him for a reason in the first place and now you’re pretending you are now. You’re sly and Haechan knows your game because he’s done it before.

“Look here newbie.” You reprimand harshly meaning it with your chest when you say these lines. “I’m not interested in fresh meat.” Haechan laughs as if that’s the most bullshitting excuse he’s heard and he’s only been at the campus for a day or two.

You weren’t sure where he got the confidence from. He was a freshman who thinks he’s on top of the school list as if he owns everything you touch and knows in this freaking campus building. He spoke as if he was all that — as if he was everything you’ve ever wanted but you didn’t know that.

He chuckles watching you on the side handsomely laughing finding your words to be very humorous. “Oh wait you weren’t joking?” He giggles slightly as you weren’t laughing with him and you focus your glaring daggers in him.

Your silence was aloud answer for him.

“Darling how would you know that hm?” You raise your head up at Haechan wondering what he means by that? How would you know? Well because you aren’t interested.

“Because I know my needs.” You flatly said. “I know who I need to get my needs met. Some low freshmen like you couldn’t even get close to meeting them.”

The silence he gave you made army of goosebumps attack your arms and your legs. You wore your party dress which makes your skin exposed even though it was so warm unbelievably hot actually because of the amount of people at the party surroundings the area you feel so many shivers run your body when Haechan was silently watching you as if he took this as a challenge accepted.

You weren’t sure what this was but his eyes never looked away from you they were stuck on you entirely like he was ready to devour you; somehow you liked that. You liked that look he gave you and it made your heart hyperventilate out of nowhere.

“I can rock your world Y/n.” Haechan simply told you. Confidence oozing out though you were sure it could also be his narcissistic personality self. But you were convinced at this point.

Somehow. He was persuasive.

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You walk to the library to return a few things you’ve used to study for the material you needed. However you were approach by someone you didn’t want to find especially in a library setting.

You try your best to ignore it. You push the books back and tell the librarian you’re returning them. The boys - Yuta, Jaehyun and Haechan were together and you wouldn’t have imagined seeing the two people you’ve hooked up with and the guy who wants to hook up with you to be together and so close.

They seem like good friends from the corner of your eye you would be honest. It brings a low feeling in your stomach. It was almost kind of tense and awkward because now you are suspicious about them being together.

Haechan saw you enter the moment you came in the library his eyes couldn’t keep away from you. You felt his stares but didn’t say anything you were too busy returning the many materials you brought out of the place. The freshmen saw the two senior men smile watching him.

Jaehyun chuckles deeply as he knew exactly how Haechan feels right now. He probably feels so exhilarated and happy to see you. He was once in that position with you.

You’re the perfect woman anyone could ask for but the thing is you’re too stubborn and you don’t want a relationship. At least no one has made you think about one like that. Haechan on the other hand was interested in you. You were different.

Yuta saw Haechan’s fixated gaze on you and he smirks fondly. “Ah let me guess you want to get y/n in your bed?”

Haechan’s eyebrows squirm up. “How’d you know?” Yuta glances at Jaehyun and the two older boys give Haechan a look that says he should lose his hopes and dreams about bringing you to his bed.

“I can tell from the way you’re literally eye-fucking her dude.” Yuta replies. “You should move on bud. Y/n doesn’t do freshmen’s.”

“Why not? Is she freshmen ageist or something?” Haechan couldn’t understand what the big deal with you and freshmen hate is.

Jaehyun smirks. “She finds your kind to be quite… annoying. But I reckon you can make it work.” He grins adding. “If you try hard enough.” He was hyping up Haechan even though there was a low percentage of you ever giving Haechan a chance. He scowls at the thought of you rejecting him.

He will try hard enough.

You feel a tap on your shoulder. The same face you dread to come to you and bother you when you’re busy right now makes your body shut down. You hiss. “What do you want?” You look at him anticipating his excuse.

Haechan smirks facing you. You looked hot when you’re angry, did he tell you that before? You don’t need to hear it because his actions make it very obvious how much he loves to rile you up and have you become upset because he was becoming a pest to you.

“Whoa why are you so angry sweetheart?” Haechan said acting shocked and almost offended. You knew well he was acting. You scowl deciding not to respond to the boy.

Your book was pushed back on the shelf you reach for. Haechan by your side still as stuck to you as ever. It’s like he’s freaking taped onto you. It really irritates you now.

He saw your lack of response to him and instead of going away because he grew tired you weren’t giving him the reactions he was looking for, instead he stayed by your side enjoying watching you putting back the books you borrowed. You felt watched by the freshmen.

He whistles. “You know I heard that if women are angry at you they missed you. I’m guessing you’re angry at me because you missed my handsome face right?” You want to tell him he was delusional and that he might need to get a doctor.

“I’m guessing by your silence I’m right.” Haechan said soon after your pausing silence again.

You turn to him glaring finally a long sigh leaving your kissable red mouth. He can see the glossy tint on your lips and it made them more or so very hard to not leap and kiss them. Haechan wonders what flavour of chapstick you have on, somehow, he wants to know more and more he keeps staring at them.

“Haechan. Don’t you have things to do or somethin’? Why are you here bothering me.” You can’t shrug the feeling of Haechan in your presence it very much upsets him that he was around you and only you. He speaks and speaks whatever he wants too.

And you really thought being quiet and ignoring Haechan would make him leave, but instead he stayed more and spoke like nothing happened.

He smiles leaning in. “I told you why I’m here. I can rock your world Y/n.” He was still on about that night. You frown in disbelief. “You really want to fuck me huh?”

Haechan pleads to you as if he was waiting for the moment to be heard and touched upon. He pleads softly with whines coming closer to you with his face. You feel your heart race when he came slightly closer.

“More than anything.” He states firmly. The flirty smile comes back on his handsome face again. You sigh. “If I agree to fuck you will you leave me alone?”

Haechan smiles nodding even though he knows he won’t leave you alone because it would be impossible to leave someone like you alone — especially when he’s about to have a taste of you. It will be hard not to approach you again. “I promise.”

He was lying he knows himself that he cannot stay away from you.

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You remember the frat house like it’s your second house only thanks to three guys; Yuta and Jaehyun. You were sleeping with them few times beforehand in different timelines. Johnny is your close friend and he happens to be best friends with Yuta and Jaehyun.

But now you’re taken back by Haechan a freshmen. The newbie of the frat house being the newest addiction to the house you weren’t expecting him to be bringing you into the house and holding your hand he leads you to the bedroom.

You agreed to fuck once and he would leave you alone that was the deal — but why was he taking his sweet time with you? You were almost left with impatience burning in your body.

The minute the freshmen room welcomed you inside Haechan closed the door behind you letting your eyes explore the bedroom. It was full of posters about such bands and tv shows he enjoyed. He had a desk occupied by textbooks that you recognise from your own freshmen years but that was ages ago; you’re a senior now at the university so it definitely brought back some nostalgia for you. Your heart skipped a beat when Haechan’s body leans by the door keeping the body against it. He was watching you so keenly seeing you look around and snoop your gaze about the room.

He loved watching you become so nosey and intrigued now. For someone who was impatient to get this over and done with you’re sure now taking your quiet time to explore his own bedroom he took you back to. If he’s being honest he brought you back into his own little space where he can do whatever he wants with you now, and he thinks that’s a honour on your part.

You trail tensely around suddenly with your voice gaping output at the younger boy. “So what are you waiting for?” You try not to seem like you were anxiously waiting for him to do something.

Literally anything.

But he can see right through your gaze that you were anticipating a lot of things but boy is he taking his sweet time with you. He chuckles. “What’s wrong with me taking my time with you Y/n? You seem kinda desperate to get this over and done with,” he comes forward now trending you over to the bed and to sit you down on the edge as his face leans down to make your eyes go from eye level to eye level.

“Or do you want this to be over as soon as possible so I can leave you alone?” He smirks watching your expression widen a little. He knew that you really didn’t want this to be over so quickly because you were probably nervous right now.

He can see it on your face; you were anxious. It’s been a while since you actually slept with someone so now you’re feeling the same ole’ butterflies you’d get as if it was your first ever time fucking someone. On your end it’s not your first but it is a first time you’ve done it after a few years.

It might be over two years you haven’t had sex with anyone and this freshmen is going to be your first choice now. Only because he was going to keep bothering you if you didn’t say yes to him. But somehow you feel your gaze finding him surprisingly cuter than you could imagine.

When Haechan’s pupils fell down to your mouth he starts leaning in to give you a kiss but you flinch away suddenly which makes the boy stop on the tracks and look at you in your eyes again.

‘You stopped?’ He thought.

The moment was perfect to kiss you. You were even leaning into it for a little second or two so why have you pulled away so abruptly from him?

You feel his eyes on you looking questionably at you as if he had many questions to ask what made you become like that. You murmur a little feeling your heavy breath. You weren’t used to your heart beating this fast.

“Sorry…” You begin. “It’s been a while since I did something like this with anyone.” You let out honestly. He didn’t know you were nervous but now that you truthfully opened up Haechan wasn’t looking at you like he was annoyed; most guys would’ve been frustrated with your nervousness self. You could barely handle him being close

Instead Haechan looks at you with a soft smile as he now pulls away sitting next to you on the bed. He shows you that it’s okay to be nervous. You were so confused by his gentle behaviour suddenly. He wasn’t being a complete fool or a horny ball of aggression anymore.

“Y/n you don’t have to apologise if you aren’t ready.” Haechan softly tells you as his eyes never leave yours and you feel your cheeks growing warmer by his good skill or communication. Why was he so good to you?

Your eyebrows raise up. “You’re not annoyed? You looked like you really wanted this to… happen.” Haechan smirks. “Oh trust me I do want this to happen. But I want this to happen when you’re ready for it to happen.”

You feel slightly more relieved and comfortable now. The more you sit and speak to him the less nervous you became and soon you stop fidgeting in front of Haechan. He was making sure you’re not being rushed.

And you admit; his voice was helping your heart to slow down and become a normal pace once again.

“Why do you want to sleep with me so badly?” I chuckle asking suddenly. It never really clicked in my head why he was only bothering me to sleep with him. Haechan feels his eyes slightly widen by the question.

He then smiles a little. “It’s a little bit of an embarrassing story.”

Your eyes flicker to explore the blush on his cheeks and you finally come to an realisation that he was going red: Lee Haechan was blushing the more he thought about his whole reasoning.

You smile reassuring the boy. “It’s okay. I don’t judge.”

Haechan trails softly as he feels a little more comfortable to share why he actually really wants to sleep with you. It’s a little more than just having a huge ass crush on you; it’s a little more than that. He puts his hands behind the bed supporting his lean body on the bed as he looks over at you trying not to fumbling over his words.

He simply chuckles. “I’m a virgin, actually.” Your ears perk up hearing this. Haechan was a virgin all along? You furrow your eyebrows at him for a moment. You let out a soft sigh. “You’re a virgin?” You couldn’t believe it at first.

Haechan nods. “Yep. I’m a virgin. I really don’t know why I want to sleep with you but the moment I saw you at the party I was just… mesmerised I guess.” Haechan said honestly he really trusted you instantly and he liked how you weren’t even into him at first. Maybe you still aren’t into him.

But you definitely were making a conversation together so he must be doing something right with you right now. He likes that you’re having an actual conversation now. You weren’t annoyed by his presence.

You actually enjoyed speaking to him. It looked like it and you found yourself reassuring Haechan softly. “Well… I wasn’t expecting you to be a virgin.” You chuckle.

“I don’t think I’ve ever slept with a man who is a virgin.” You honestly said as you smile a little. “But I can understand why you’d want me to be your first.” Haechan probably felt comfortable with you enough to have you become his first and something about that made your heart skip a beat.

Haechan smirks a little. “Why weren’t you expecting me to not be a virgin huh? Did I really look like I know my way around sleeping with others?”

You roll your eyes. “No, but, you certainly are persistent.” You add. “And you know how to speak to people.”

“Well Y/n,” Haechan begins leaning slowly closer. “You can be my first time.” You’re somehow able to no longer function the same way. You weren’t supposed to be into freshmen but Haechan was somehow an expectation for you that you can feel yourself falling into the conversation more and more until your lips suddenly crash into Haechan cutting him off from his breath.

The boy was closing his eyes tightly gasping when your mouth crashed into his. You pull Haechan closer as he fell on the bed flat on the back as you were on top kissing him with so much force and no longer restrain. The fact that you were chosen to be his first made your heart skip many many beats you couldn’t count how many times Haechan’s presence makes you feel like you’re some giddy school girl.

He might not be your first time. You lost your virginity a long time ago. But he was your first time in forever since you decided to have sex again.

Haechan feels proudness overcoming him with how passionate you’re kissing him making every last oxygen in his lungs to diffuse away. When you feel his shallow breath you pull away and quickly gasp when his lips were struggling to hold back. You let out a sheepish playful grin as your fingers focus on the campus hoodie he wore. You lift it up revealing his stomach a little bit. You felt some part of yourself going feral just seeing the small bits of his tan stomach and skin coming into view.

You never felt this passionate and good to fuck someone but Haechan really made this special. You want to give him a good time. Your first time was horrendous; but the least you can do is make his first time a great experience.

The upper clothing came off first. Your face found themselves in the croak of his nape kissing and gently sucking on the skin which Haechan hasn’t experienced before and he swore he felt a little bit of his soul ascending into the sky. Your mouth felt warm and it burns his skin so much with how hot your saliva actually was and your soft grazing teeth on his skin marking the softness of his bronze glowing skin. He was soft. He felt soft to kiss, to hold and to mark. You feel your last bit of restrain in yourself to vanish.

The boy groans when your mouth found themselves running down your chest letting your tongue leave a wet trail and in contract his stomach hitches in. You run your fingertips on his navel smirking against the way he must feel very overwhelmed. You could only imagine how hard it was for him not to be there going absolutely insane and nuts.

The only thing you feel was a hard bulge hitting your lower body and you smirk coping at the fact how hard he was in his pants right now. Haechan feels slightly embarrassed by how hard he got. It’s not like he was completely inexperienced. He kissed plenty of girls. He even managed to finger a girl before at a party in college.

But he was never this quickly hard for anyone else only you. He bites his bottom lip looking up at you and you smirk back at him.

“You’re making me go crazy over here, you know that?” Haechan announces with his red cheeks. You found yourself loving the sight of him being so reddish and embarrassed when blushing.

You whisper to him. “Why don’t you do something about it then?”

The moment you said this it was like a way for Haechan to take it as consent to flip you around on the bed flatly and he hungrily kissed you back. He starts to strip you like there was nothing tomorrow. As if the world was not guaranteed to become a thing again. Your skin shivers when his hands explore you running down your back and to your waist squeezing it when his lips broke apart from yours he found themselves looking down at yo it exposed bra.

He skilfully somehow — managed to unclip the bra with such speed and precision. Haechan’s mouth attached to your breasts sucking on them leaving kissing. You gasp when his mouth was searching every inch of you.

“Oh my—“ You couldn’t even finish your sentence without feeling a rush between your lower clothing completely stripped off. He was eyeing your panties down for a moment before looking back at your eyes smirking evilly.

You feel your cheeks grow pink. You knew exactly how much of a hypocrite you are when you’re soaking wet for him and Haechan feels some sort of pride in him building; he made you wet. He made you leak if anything.

“You know what did you say to me when we first met?” He pretends to not know watching your fearful eyes linger on his face. “You’re not into fresh meat?” He taps his fingers on your panties and you flinch at the contact of his finger running down and up your clit. “I think you lied Y/n. You are dripping wet for me and only me right now.”

“And you know what I said to you afterwards?” Haechan sneakily adds as your panties slip down to your ankles. He kneels up on the bed with your panties between his fingers. He was twirling them round his single finger and you seen the dark gaze he gave you. “I said,” The panties were thrown on the floor as he smirks. “I can rock your world.”

Haechan is about to show you why he can rock your world. He might be a complete inexperienced virgin but he wouldn’t be leaving you disappointed. No. You’re not in control as you think you are and Haechan’s about to change your mind on freshmen. He’s about to show you how he will rock your world to the point you will only need him again and again until you are never satisfied by another man again. He grabs your ankles pulling them making you slide to his body. He unbuckles the lower clothing on his body which only took a second for him. Your eyes were amazed by how quick he can strip someone.

Your pussy became more wet when the sight of his bulge comes out sticking to the beautiful stomach belonging to Haechan. You were in awe by his size and overall how pretty his cock actually was. You lean your head down on the pillow and the tip stays by the front entrance of your wet pussy. You didn’t even need to be stretched because you feel yourself loosening up by his tip alone. Haechan let’s out a soft groan when the tip he pulls in your entrance, your wet hole sucked his tip in so well and pushed it out. He could lose his feral mind right there and then.

You can tell how overwhelmed he was by slowly putting in his packet. You feel your insides becoming ready for him and Haechan’s cock was slowly trying to enter you. When he did enter you he let out series of moans and groans already because of how much this experience was so new to him. You feel your body adjusting to the shape he gave inside you. Your walls were throbbing already. Haechan couldn’t get used to this new feeling but one thing he new for himself was that he was addicted.

This sentiment was something he never thought he could have. Haechan bites his bottom lip gripping he bedsheets. He found your hands on the side next to your head so he joined them together now holding hands with you tightly entwined. Your eyes widen when he looks at you with bright eyes.

You can see the light reflecting in them.

It’s as if he has starts in his eyes and you feel so magnificently drawn to him like you were a magnet and he was the magnetic field pulling you so much closer than before. You softly let out. “You can move now…” when your bodies were adjusted he lets out a soft groan when the freshmen hips start to move.

The slow rocking motioning with his body hitting against yours made Haechan feel so much more pleasure than he anticipated. He always imagined what it would feel like to have sex. But it was nothing what he imagined. It was so much better and maybe it was your body entirely working out. He grew an addiction to hearing you moan out senselessly.

Haechan’s cock inside your velvety walls took suit right inside. It’s like he was made to be inside them. The further he pushed the more you sucked him in. You occasionally clench which drives Haechan to go into an overload frenzy and makes him stutter out his groans. You weren’t sure what you loved more; to hear him completely lose his mind or to have him go absolutely berserk. You assumed you loved both. You liked to see Haechan’s eyes roll back the more he thrusts inside you.

The more he continues the more the pleasure gets even more significantly powerful. Haechan wasn’t expecting it to get any better than this. “Your pussy is fucking amazing…” He lets out in the cape of your neck and you murmur a soft groan against his ears. “Really? Do you like it so much?”

He whines when you purposely clench around his length deeply inside you to the point you feel his very thick tip pushing on your sensitive g spot. “I fucking love it.” He grunts pushing on your hands further on the bed sheets he lets you start to squirm on the bed letting it creak.

The thrusts became mandatorily apparent because he was going faster now. Way faster than before it’s like he was now chasing the addiction to have the feeling enhance every minute of the moment he has with you. The sight of you bumping up and down on his bed. The headboard was literally getting rammed on the wall you swore you heard someone on the next door hitting the wall to tell us to shut up but none of us were bothered to stop; we weren’t listening to anyone except ourselves moaning.

Haechan can feel the way your walls were pushing back against him and he loves the feeling of how squishy they feel. You feel his hands grabbing on your stomach and your waist he pushed you back against his body rocking forth with you.

He was indeed rocking your world. The next moment you feel a sudden wave of light hitting you and the only thing you saw was a bright light advancing you to your body orgasm. Haechan slows down as your orgasm seems to have hit him with an overload of pleasure. The way his eyes widen seeing your pussy juice leaking on the bed sheets, you saw something behind those innocent eyes of his burning embers.

“You fucking squirted Y/n.” He deeply feels touched to see such an orgasm happen to your body; all because of him and only him. You murmur feeling your mouth drop agape.

“That was fucking hot…” Haechan softly whispers.

You never squirted before and you feel your body become overtaken by the after effects of the giant orgasm. You softly whine out your deep moans and he saw your chest pant heavily. Haechan smirks coming in hungrily kissing you shortly pulling from your mouth. Hovering ghostly on the edge as he starts rocking against you again.

“Oh god you’re going deeper…stretching me out so much… hold on…” You weren’t sure what surprised you more. The ability of him to keep going without showing any sign of slowing down or the fact he found ways to go deeper to stretch your hole out some more.

You’ve never had a guy go in this deeply.

This time he didn’t dare stop he went deeper by folding your legs upwards and you feel the space between you and Haechan diminishing. Your space was gone and he managed to keep going deeper and deeper inside your overstimulating body.

By the time you know it Haechan was a complete different person when he was inside you managing to touch every space in your womb. At some point you swore you feel his length become a part of your guts that was how deep he went in you and the position cramping your bodies he didn’t dare stop and take a minute to slow down when he was enjoying the way your body was so beautiful providing him this heavenly sight of your face worn out. Your pink cheeks were an evidence of how hot your body was becoming due to the pleasure he was digging in you; And for a moment you feel like you weren’t fucking a virgin— Haechan knew how to make your body tick.

Haechan soon croaks out when the overwhelming number on his body takes a toll on him as he was thrusting you against the bed. Your arms reach for the headboard grabbing it. The entire time the bed was making so many creaky noises and the headboard was ratting on the top of the wall. He looks at you with panic in his eyes and he suddenly remarks in broken sentences. “Y-Y/n… I- oh… I-“

You weren’t sure what he was saying at first because of how much he couldn’t form a sentence when the pleasure overtook him finally but you felt it on his cock deeply inside you he was twitching; the tip was twitching deep in you and you could take a hint what was about to happen now.

“Oh god Y/n… hurry tell me where do I release?!” Haechan wasn’t sure where you wanted it. He couldn’t wait any longer than a minute he was so close he even forgot that the pleasure has taken him over completely.

You look at him slowly as the headboard held by your hands loosens on the top side. “I-inside…!” You managed to let out as a wave of pleasure hits you when Haechan on the command of your voice was releasing inside you. You let out a great sigh and Haechan was the one who let out a high pitch pause closing his eyes so deeply.

The both of you stayed in the moment frozen. Your bodies were overworked like a hard drive and somehow you found your muscles loosening meanwhile the warmth of the liquid in your body was overfilling you deeply.

Haechan was so dazed out. He felt dizzy at some point when he looked at you and he saw later how your expression looks at him worried. “Haechan are you alright?” You asked in a soft tone.

The boy looks back at you with a soft smile. You spoke and asked him if he was okay. He couldn’t help but laugh and hoarsely speaking to you. The way his voice was nearly gone from the way you had him moaning and groaning for the past hour and a half. Maybe even slightly more. “I’m okay…I feel… amazing.”

Your worrisome expression vanished and you lay back smiling. “Good… I’m glad.” You’re happy that he enjoyed his first time with you. It’s the least you can do for him.

He looks down at your lips eagerly leaning in to pull you into a loving kiss and you sat there with your eyes widen by surprise. He was kissing you with a lot more sweet emotion than he has before.

He whispers. “I can go for a round two right now.”

You couldn’t believe it but you feel his length hardening a little while he was still inside you refusing to move out. You feel your head lung on the pillow. You never thought that this virgin boy— well he wasn’t a virgin anymore, would have so much energy in bed.

He smirks seeing your expression to be quite shocked and honestly he doesn’t blame you; you look a little worn out but he cannot help it but want to make you feel good again and again. After all his goal was to make you feel like he was the one who managed to make you satisfied.

Haechan’s lips lean to your ear whispering close to your face with a devious smirk. “I did say I will rock your world. And I’m sticking by those words Y/n.”

He did rock your world now and he’s about to do it again.

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[itspheenixbaby]

spirit members (1/2)

a highschool dropout, a know-it-all, an emo, a nepo baby, a drag racer, a workaholic & a pothead walk into a bar...

minus ken since i have a separate post 4 him

NAWT my subunit. only 1/2 of the group.

⋆｡°✩ princess bubblegum - ilytommy ⋆｡°✩

papa dont take no mess - james brown

"man, you guys are all lost without me"

name ; alejandro adeboye 🔩

nicknames ; alex, adeboye

race ; west african

nationality ; dominican-american

origin ; east harlem, manhattan, nyc

birth ; 9/16/02

personality ; calm, non chalant, sarcastic, know it all, smart, lenient, patient, mature, smart ass

enjoys ; hiking, handywork, engineering,

rep color ; orange

MBTI ; ISTP

has like six bullet wounds?

seems like ten years older than he actually is.

dry sense of humor.

gives really good advice.

the "dad" of the group.

season of the witch - donovan

"im not a serial killer"

name ; casper guavencexs 👻

nickname(s) ; N/A

race ; taino

nationality ; solvaridan-american

origin ; hunts point, bronx, nyc

brithday ; 7/12/03

personality ; scatterbrained, awkward, adventurous, forgetful & relaxed

enjoys ; photography, sketching, DJ-ing

rep color ; yellow

MBTI ; INFJ

no lights allowed in his room. artificial or not.

the "quiet" one of the group.

grew up in the projects.

the candy man can - sammy davis jr.

"mamas out in space, mamas doing stuff, mamas eatin' cake!"

name ; odilon cho 🍭

nickname(s) ; otto

race ; east asian

nationality ; hatian-american

origin ; chelsea, manhattan, nyc

birthday ; 5/10/02

personality ; naiive, sweet, childish, peaceful, innocent

enjoys ; baking, boxing, poetry, writing

rep color ; green

MBTI ; ESFJ

the "baby" of the group.

not the sharpest tool in the shed.

sheltered, rich family.

crashed into an uncountable number of poles back in nyc.

has the most ridiculous laugh ever. so easy to make fun of.

element - pop smoke

"hes not a drug dealer, hes a drug farmer."

name ; francisco konadu 🏎️

nickname(s) ; chico

race ; west african

nationality ; solvaridan-american

origin ; hunts point, bronx, nyc

birth ; 8/5/03

personality ; emotional, sensitive, macho, social

enjoys ; vaping, pranks, working out, cooking

rep color ; blue

MBTI ; ESTP

the "cool" member

for some reason knows everyone

drives like hes drifting. he should not be on the road but never gets in trouble.

thrill seeker.

drag racer. (ie fast & furious not rupauls 😭)

beverly hills - weezer

"beset on all sides by idiots."

name ; reginald guevara 🥯

nickname(s) ; reggie, redbulls-unofficial-brand ambassador, raggedy andy

race ; east asian, south western european

nationality ; cuban-american

origin ; brownsville, brooklyn, nyc

birth ; 6/5/02

personality ; serious, intimidating, short tempered, generous, forgiving, push over, disciplined

rep color ; indigo

MBTI ; ESTJ

the "straight man" of the group.

only surviving on energy drinks & Gods will.

will do anything for money

GUV'NOR - JJ DOOM

"all ive had today was 6 gummy bears and scotch"

name ; jason john jong 👾

nickname(s) ; jojo ☆, jay, jj

race ; mixed

nationality ; jamaican-american

origin ; richmond hill, queens, nyc.

birth ; 10/10/03

personality ; carefree, awkward, easy going, chill, delulu

rep color ; violet

position ; fotg, center

enjoys ; romance novels, poetry, video games

MBTI ; ISFP

terrible flirt but has a new gf (all the "love of his life") every week.

the "chill" one of the group.

insane luck. its like he has irl plot armor.

gets struck by lightning while in the group. and maintains a scar from it on his left shoulder.

abt my dr, for context ;

the carribbean has a bigger east asian diaspora.

new island called solvarida.

systemic racism, indigenous genocide & slavery didnt happen.

black people mostly have non-euro surnames.

different concept of race. the terms "black" or "white" arent used.

[npookie0]

hi nathan!! could i please please get a v x angel x ronin beginning a relationship 2gether and navigating it? love you pooks /p -dj

Gun To a Knife-Fight

Headcanons for V x Angel x Ronin, or how DJ called it Vangelnin in another ask :b, expect an actual fanfic soon-ish

Beginning of relationship :

Angel was the one to start the relationship, or more so her crushing on both of the guys while they crushed on her.

The beginning was rough, Ronin's and V's natures and morals were challenged, V needed to get used to Ronin and at the very least accept him as Angel's partner. For Ronin it was hard to not get on the vigilante's nerves.

But after many talks, spending time together, sometimes alone because Angel had enough of their stupid arguments, they warmed up to each other. V, which was really hard for him, realised that he does care for Ronin, even if he sees him as an insane maniac.

The first calls and meetings as a throuple were clumsy, they needed to figure out a lot, but what's a relationship if not a challenge?

Navigating the polycule :

Angel was the "glue" keeping the throuple together, she was the one keeping peace between the boys, dealing with their tantrums. They, of course, didn't let her do just that, they showed her love in their own ways.

She may seem like the "main focus" in the throuple since she was the one to propose it, but Angel really for the most part keeps them all together and brings in the romantic atmosphere, she's genuinely happy when she sees that Ronin and V spend time together willingly not just because of her.

V was looking into polyamory a lot, reading and researching, watching videos or talking to people who were in poly relationships, taking notes of anything that would be important to then implement it into their own relationship.

He made plans for dates, made sure that they all communicate their needs and that no one, even Ronin, gets left behind or treated unfairly.

Ronin sprinkled some chaos here and there, keeping the things interesting between the three of them. Spontaneous hang outs, hunting V's victims as a throuple bonding time.

Other than chaos he also made sure that they all had time to just lay low, lazy around. Lay in bed, watch some movies they liked, snacks and allat.

Dates, troupes etc etc :

They're either a "vee" type of poly, Angel dates Ronin and V but they date only Angel, or are a poly couple with a lot of heavy lifting and communication whilst still being kept together mostly by Angel.

Their dates can vary between cute beach dates, late night walks, elegant art galleries and gory massacres on V's hunting subject.

The server was shocked when they heard about the three dating, especially about V actually agreeing to it.

Angel got them all matching jewelry, Ronin a necklace, herself a bracelet and V a ring.

Ronin is making sure that his partners don't overwork and are taking care of each other, bringing Angel food between photoshoots and V a cup of coffee when he's hunting a new target.

Poly ships !!! (I love em with my heart !!!)

Goodnight pookies, see ya soon <3

Nate :p

[npdkondraki]

hello ben npdkondraki. it is your mutual muppet. yourscp posting has made me want to get back into scp but also that is such a tall order and i was wondering if you had any sort of "starter kit" of sorts to get back into it.

covered in blood and shaking hey muppet. you put me under psychological torment by asking this of me. enjoy your crumbs

OK FIRST OFF. MANDATORY READING TO UNDERSTAND SOME THINGS IN THESE;

go read about the misc types of reality benders . really the greens are most important and come up the most but learning the others is also recommended tbh.

go read the personnel / character dossier . half of these guys are so incredibly niche they dont even come up in "standard mainsite affairs" but theres some good ones on there. pick and choose whoever you like and go from there

go read the o5 command dossier. im only recommending this because they play a fairly large role in wider scp antics. this is literally just surface level info about them however you gotta take it upon yourself to learn more. surprisingly i know next to nothing about the o5 so i am for once Not the person to ask about them

ok thats all back to the good shit thank u. everything from here on out is tales or scips that i classify as tales for some fucking reason dont even ask its too convoluted. enjoy my hand-crafted selection of insanities

annon - im biased i just really like annon. but its good starter material i think?????????????? maybe. im assuming so. anyway this ones about the o5 council i told you theyd come up i hope you read about them otherwise this will like . probably not make sense

duke 'till dawn - i dont need to say why im including this one. anyway this ones got some good characterization in it. also dracula is there

excerpts from "how to survive when reality doesn't", by alto clef - transcript of a lecture from clef its Really Good and i enjoy the characterization. id say its a pretty good view on how it speaks + how it generally composes itself .:-)

transcript of dr alto clefs seminar, "reality benders and you: how to survive when existence doesn't" - dj khaled voice Anotha One. again i just like the characterization here + good view on how she does its job

incident 239-b- clef-kondraki - this one is MANDATORY if you read nothing else here READ THIS ONE. anyways. good writing + baller characterization + good story + everything here fucks severely no notes. written exclusively in the form of transcripts of audio logs and camera footage. i think this is a good look at how most of them compose themselves under stress .:-) (BONUS: theres an abridged version which sucks badly and i love it. its the normal version but its lolfoundation now. its great. its awful. this one isnt mandatory its just a fun extra) (also read supplemental report 239-b-192 for. additional lore)

routine psychological evaluations by dr glass - this one is stupid but it is a good starting point. this is where a lot of the fanon ideas of them come from BUT! its pretty accurate to their actual characters too so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

yesterday - this one is really angsty im sorry. unforchies its also mandatory reading. read about these guys during the last day of their lives NOW

the king is dead - im stretching the term "starter point" pretty thin i think but it is semi-important knowledge ????????? kind of ? it gets brought up several times in misc tales & canons so its a starter point To Me.

epitaph - once again stretching the term "starter point" but this is semi-important knowlege vis a vis gears & iceberg and why theyre Like That. also its really good and id be amiss to not include it honestly

ok thats all the ones i can think of. im sure im missing some but . go forth go read about other tales

[dr-spectre]

Just out of curiosity- you talk about Hypno Callie and Unconscience Marina a lot when it comes to the hypnosis v. mind control/brainwashing thing, but what about Sanitized 3? Is that just straight up literal mind control and that's why it's not a problem? Or is it just not something you think about 😂

:) and have a wonderful day also

I dont have the biggest issue with what people say about Sanitized 3 because of how in-depth they try to go with Sanitization itself by the time Side Order comes around.

Plus the fight itself is portrayed in a more surprising and "oh god here we go" type of mood compared to Hypno Callie and Marina Agitando's more sinister and disturbing tone.

Also, the whole idea of fighting your player character from Splatoon 1 must have been an insane thing to see for Splatoon 1 players back then. It's portrayed as a cool surprise twist rather than the payoff of a long storyline.

I like to see the events in either two ways and I flip flop between them.

1. After 3 got knocked out, Tartar, using the sanitized ink took direct control over 3's body and is using them as a puppet to protect itself.

2. Once 3 got knocked unconscious, Tartar using the sanitized ink, seeped it into his brain and basically directly tampered with it to change his morals and ideologies to line up with Tartar's. Aka, literal brain.... WASHING.

I think the reasons why I don't get pissy about Sanitized Agent 3 is because of a few reasons. I am more attached to Callie and Marina as characters, what people and Nintendo have said about Hypno Callie actively DAMAGES the story that was set up from Splatoon 1 because people are obsessed with what's "canon" rather than looking at the story in a lens that is actually satisfying and has a proper pay-off to Callie's corruption arc.

Corruption arcs are a result of the character's actions and beliefs most of the time and the best ones usually follow that. They had the set up, but fucked up the pay off by making DJ Octavio and the Octarians over the top in their evil actions and made Octavio unredeemable, further damaging the storyline of Splatoon 3!!!!! You cannot redeem someone who kidnapped a woman and removed her memories and brainwashed her. You cannot do that. You wanna know what examples I can think of when it comes to something simliar like this?

TALON!!! FROM OVERWATCH!!! THE ORGANISATION THAT WANTS TO CAUSE CHAOS AND DEATH!!!! THE ONES RESPONSIBLE FOR WIDOWMAKER!!!!

and you know what else too.... HYDRA!!! FROM MARVEL COMICS!!! THE LITERAL NAZIS!!!! THE ONES WHO MADE BUCKY BARNS INTO THE WINTER SOLDIER!! YOU THINK THOSE FUCKERS ARE GONNA BE GETTING REDEEMED OR EXPLORED AS "well they aren't actually that bad guys!!!!"

UGHHHH.... Splatoon's writing makes me so mad sometimessssss....

Marina Agitando is a little bit different, most of my anger comes from pure ignorance online LMAO! Like I'm sorry but if you say Marina was hypnotised or brainwashed then you are factually wrong. Marina was knocked unconscious and an ai POSSESSED HER BODY!!! THATS ALL!!!!

I think its more scary to think about how Marina is completely not there anymore and it's just an ai using her as a meat puppet because it didn't have a form. Unsconscience was sung by Order. That's really funny to think about.

Anyways, this was your weekly rant about Hypno Callie, tune in next time when Nintendo eventually does something stupid to piss me off again!!!

(Also hope you have a lovely day)