#I can't believe I finally remember this show

[arkhamsknightz]

STARLIGHT // SUPERMAN HEADCANONS. CLARK KENT & JOURNALIST!READER.

content: just fluff, pure pure fluff. It's the biggest vomit of love lmao im sorry but i'm in love at this time so deal with it. I don't dare to write smut yet (i'm very rusty lol), + we don't accept snyder fans!clark here — sorry not sorry — this is the clark who would rescue a kitten from a tree so....

word count: 0,4k (almost 500 words)

notes: i'm testing the waters in the dc fandom, even though it's been too long since I've written in it, but the superman trailer is my new obsession and I can't wait for july. the brat summer hits hard, but the superman summer hits harder.

divider: @bernardsbendystraws

☆ You keep pretending not to notice when he leaves your apartment, and five minutes later "Superman" shows up to make sure you got home safe from your late assignment.

☆ Clark literally melts whenever you call him "Superman" in a teasing tone. like—he’s supposed to be the man of steel, but his knees go weak the second you smirk and say, “What’s the plan now, Superman?"

☆ You learned pretty quickly that dating the man of tomorrow comes with random date night interruptions. But he always makes it up to you. Like one time he flew in from stopping a train derailment with pastries from Paris and an "I'm sorry I missed our dinner" post-it stuck to your laptop".

☆ He’s so soft for you. Like, he’ll listen to you rant about Lex Luthor and his stupid company for an hour and then say, “You’re incredible. Do you know that?” with the most adoring look in his eyes.

☆ He's ridiculously good at remembering everything. birthdays, deadlines, how you take your coffee, and your favourite quote. He once quoted your own article back to you when you were doubting yourself, and you cried. He freaked out. tried to fly to get flowers or something.

☆ One time you tried to surprise him by bringing him lunch to the Daily Planet, and he got so flustered he nearly knocked over his desk. “You... you brought me food?” He blinked like krypto when he acts like never been fed before. Now he talks about it like it was a grand romantic gesture and not just an stupid sandwich.

☆ You once told him, half-asleep, that flying with him felt like dreaming while awake. Now he always asks, “Wanna go dream?” before lifting you into the sky.

☆ He sometimes reads over your drafts while you're out cold on the couch. leaves little notes in the margins like “love this part,” “so proud of you,” or “you spelt ‘crimes’ wrong, but you’re still my favourite reporter.”

☆ He lives for when you adjust his glasses or fix his tie before a press conference. It’s the only time he lets the whole “Clark Kent” act drop just a little and looks at you like you’re his whole world.

☆ Sometimes when you’re deep into writing, completely zoned out, he lands silently on your balcony and just watches you work for a minute—arms crossed, head tilted, that soft “I can’t believe she’s mine” smile on his face. When you finally notice him, he acts like he hasn’t been standing there like a lovesick puppy for the last five minutes.

☆ On your worst days at the paper, when deadlines crush you and the world feels heavy, he wordlessly picks you up and flies you above the clouds. No noise, no pressure—just the two of you, floating in golden light. “All of that can wait,” he whispers. “You can’t.”

[peechglaze]

Thinking about Tess. Thinking about what could have been.

I really love the version of her that we get in the show, especially in the small amount of time that her and Ellie are together.

I love watching the way that she softens around Ellie, just a little bit. The way that Ellie grows attached to her very quickly in her own Ellie way. Joel having to physically drag her away from Tess in the show, compared to her soft apology in the game.

I really wonder what Ellie's life would be like if Tess lived. We see how she still thinks of her in the way she holds her gun and switchblade, in the way that she ties her hair.

I think they would be close. Tess notices and admires Ellie's strength, and I think Ellie would really appreciate it, the feeling of being seen and taken seriously-- even in a small way.

There's no doubt that she would look up to Tess, see a woman who is so smart, strong, and a fucking badass. She 100% wants to be just like her. Ellie realises that Tess is almost like the fierce women she reads about in her comics, the ones she thinks are unbelievabley cool and can't help but feel just a bit flustered over when she looks at them for too long (that last bit doesn't last more than a week, because Tess mentions something about how you had to be 21 to drink before the outbreak and she releases that Tess is a lot older than she looks-- and old people are gross).

I think Tess, who was the first one to believe in Ellie's immunity, who was ready to sacrifice herself for the sake of getting her to the Fireflies, would take Ellie all the way to the hospital if Ellie wanted it.

When Marlene tells them about the surgery, she'd ask if that's what Ellie chose. Marlene's silence would be answer enough, and Tess would realise that she can't let another child of hers down again. So Joel and Tess get Ellie out of there.

In Jackson they'd all live together, just like Boston. When Ellie asks what really happened, she'd tell her, because Tess doesn't believe in bullshit.

Ellie would still be angry, she'd still need the time and the space to process it, and while that loss will never truly leave her, it won't hurt as bad as she grows up and lives. The resentment of long-kept secrets won't have its chance to dig in its claws.

Joel would hate it, Tess telling Ellie. He would be angry for a long while, but I think old habits would kick in and Joel would stay quiet about it. Despite Jackson softening her, just a bit, Tess is still someone you don't want to mess with-- and Joel knows that better than anyone.

One day Joel will recognise the changes in Ellie, how she doesn't mind the way he lingers at her door in a lame attempt to bond, how she seeks him out to tell him a joke she remembered, and he'd finally find it in himself to forgive Tess. Maybe not the whole way, because Tess is a pain in his ass and she deserves his attitude-- but it'll be enough.

[baseballbitch116]

Twins

George Weasley x reader

Prompt: The twins try to trick you

Warnings: none, just goofy fluff and jealousy

Masterlist

"Hey babygirl," George greets you as he sits down on one side of you, Fred sitting on the other. You don't look up from your book but stick out your cheek a little for him to kiss like he always does, however he does not, which makes you finally place your bookmarker in and look up at him. 'George' is sitting to your left and 'Fred' to your right, but you notice immediately how 'George' left a few inches between your legs and 'Fred's' knee is touching yours. You sigh and turn to 'Fred,' placing a kiss on his cheek. "Hey!" The real Fred shouts, throwing his arms up in defeat. Your real Georgie blushes and scooches even closer to you, placing an arm over your shoulder.

"That's my girl," he grins, kissing the top of your head.

"You honestly think I can't tell you two apart?" you ask Fred as you lean into George.

"I told you she would, mate," George shrugs.

"How did you know?" Fred demands, his competitiveness showing.

"It was kinda obvious. You didn't kiss my cheek and you weren't even touching me. Georgie can't keep his hands to himself on any given day," you laugh.

"Hey," George pouts, but pulls you in closer to his chest.

"I'll give you points for calling me babygirl though. Did he tell you to say that or did you just pick up on his pet name?" you ponder.

"He says it all the bloody time," Fred complains, crossing his arms.

"You had me for the first three seconds, Fred. Take your win," you grin, loving to have bested the trickster.

"Nah... We're gonna get you. You just wait and see." George eyes up his brother but says nothing.

~~~

Later that evening, after classes were finally over, you texted George to meet you by the black lake. About fifteen minutes later, Fred and George were walking over. You were unsurprised that Fred tagged along, it wasn't the unusual. He typically wandered off after you guys started getting too affectionate for him. "Hey love," George greets you, wrapping you up in a big hug. You lean into his large frame and exhale deeply, relaxing in his touch. He smells a little different, but you don't think much of it. You look up at Fred over George's bicep and spot him with an angry expression. "What's wrong, Freddie?" you ask, pulling away from George enough to look at him.

"Oh, uh, nothing. You guys just remind me how lonely I am," he fake sniffles and George scoffs.

"You'll get over it," he responds snarkily, throwing an arm over your shoulder.

"Aww Fred," you move away from George to give Fred a hug. Fred envelopes you in his arms and holds you closely, almost possessively - and that was your first clue. Then you inhaled and smelled George's familiar scent and cologne, and you sharply pulled away from 'Fred.' "Are you guys serious?!" you shout, hitting 'Fred's' arm.

"What?" 'George' asks innocently, hugging you from behind. You shoot a look between the brothers, taking in their features. You don't miss the way 'Fred' is looking at you and practically glaring at 'George' as he hugs you.

"This is getting old," you huff, pulling away from Fred and crossing your arms angrily. You see the real George trying to hide a proud grin, while the real Fred is trying to keep up the act.

"Y/N we're not tricking you, we already tried today, remember?" 'George' reminds you.

"Oh yeah, George? Prove it," you demand. He furrows his brows and both twins look confused.

"Prove what?" the real George asks.

"Prove that you're actually George and not Fred."

"I can't believe you can't tell us apart," 'George' smirks victoriously.

"I can. I know that you're Fred. But by all means, go on and convince me otherwise." The twins exchange a look - apparently they didn't plan for this. "C'mon, Georgie. Prove it."

Without wasting another second, 'George' pulls you back into his arms and hugs you tightly. You can't see the other twin's reaction because he's put your head in his chest and he's stroking your hair. Wait, did you actually get it wrong?

"See, babygirl? I guess you can't tell us apart so easily, can you?" 'George' smirks.

"Oh I guess you're right, babe. Come here, give me a kiss," you grin up at him, and his face falls instantly. You grab onto 'George's' biceps, feeling him up and leaning up, expecting a kiss.

"Alright alright alright!" The real George literally yanks you off of his brother and possessively grabs onto you from behind, snaking his arms around your waist and kissing your neck. "You win, love," he mutters into your ear. You giggle and lean into him, ignoring the pouting, defeated Fred.

"We almost had her, mate!" Fred shouts.

"You're not kissing my girlfriend!" George shouts over your head.

"I wasn't going to! But if you hadn't been so bloody jealous we could've finally gotten her!" Fred grumbles.

"When you get a girlfriend you better hope I don't do this crap to you, mate." George grumbles, kissing the top of your head and toying with the top of your pants.

"Hey! No! You better not. This is annoying and more importantly, you're not allowed to touch or flirt with any other girl!" you scold George. He grins down at you and grabs your face with both hands, placing a soft kiss on your lips.

"You got it, love," he promises.

[uneasyokapia]

A take I've seen a good amount of times is that N is dumb or clueless, and I just can't agree.

For starters, Episode one, he is tricked into believing Uzi is a disassembly drone. However, this is the fault of him being absolutely blasted in the head by the rail gun. In the same episode he shows growth and social intelligence with the worker drones and Uzi, J and V are a different story because N has something deep down tying him with them both, and they are the only others he's been around before Uzi.

Episode two shows good situational awareness when first encountering the J Solver, and from the finale, we can gather that he remembers the holograms. He also can see that he wether directly or indirectly hurt Uzi and decides to not be near her for the time being.

Episode 3, N has caught on to V hiding information from him

Episode 4 (my favorite episode) he's aloof but near the end, he is emotionally intelligent with Uzi and V

Episode 5 can't really say much as it's in a memory kinda

6, 7, 8 is just him going through a lot.

[ingravinoveritas]

Many fans also don't realize every role an actor takes doesn't mean they love it. They have bills to pay lol. Timothy Olyphant was once asked about a bad action movie he did and he was like "I have a mortgage to pay". Plus, many actors just like working no matter what the project is.

(This in response to this post for those who might've missed it.)

You are right on the money and absolutely correct, Anon. A lot of this goes back to things David himself has said previously, about being afraid of never having another job, feeling almost obligated to take any role or offer that comes his way, and so on. So obligation/pragmatism/a paycheck are just as often reasons that someone takes a job as anything else.

What's interesting to me is that I have not ever seen this kind of a reaction to any other role of David's. When he played Dennis Nilsen in Des, for instance, I can't remember anyone saying that David most definitely for 100% sure felt a certain way about playing the role, or that he couldn't be ambivalent about it or have mixed feelings in some way.

Yet with Rivals, there seems to be an almost hyper focus on needing David to absolutely love the role of Tony Baddingham, which in large part is likely because of Georgia's involvement with getting him to take the role. That if she loves it and is enthusiastic about it, David must also feel the exact same way...which is a strange thing, because that's not really how marriage or relationships work. Couples can have many similar viewpoints on things and share interests, but David and Georgia are still separate, individual people, and they are not always going to agree on everything or speak for each other.

A good way to look at this is if we compare Rivals to Good Omens. Both shows are based on books, and in both cases, David had read neither book prior to being cast in the productions. When David has talked about Good Omens and the character of Crowley, he has praised the writing of the book and the imaginative world that Terry and NG created...but in talking about the show, he has spoken at much greater length about Crowley as a character, and how this was such a "delicious" character to play, how he's put more of himself into the role with each season, how it's changed his life, and so on.

In contrast, when David has talked about Rivals, he has praised Jilly Cooper's writing/the world she created in the books and how it made it possible to step into that world in the show. But he has not talked at all about Tony Baddingham as a character other than to say he based his portrayal on one particular suspender-wearing, cigar-chomping TV executive. We know that David enjoys being part of an ensemble, but that and Jilly's writing are as far as he seems to go, and it seems clear that playing Tony specifically did not hold that kind of joy for him, nor spark that same level of enthusiasm.

It's also notable that in discussions about Good Omens and Crowley, many have said that they can't see anyone else playing Crowley (especially not opposite Michael's Aziraphale). In comparison, there have been many comments about David seeming "miscast" as Tony/how there are other actors who would have fit the part better.

I have wondered as well if there could be a deeper reason for this...that we know being an actor means playing roles/characters that are different from you. But to create that "believability" that we see means finding something in the character that inspires you/your performance and then building on that...and if David is struggling to be believable as Tony, then it could be that there is nothing in the character of a sleazy womanizer that inspires him. Again, in sharp contrast to the character of Crowley, who very much has and continues to inspire him and which is reflected in the performance he has given in the second (and soon third) seasons. Finally yes, the comment about actors liking to work also seems to be true, as David has been described as a "workaholic" on numerous occasions over the years (which again could be for a variety of reasons, either good or bad). So all of these things mentioned above can and likely did contribute to David taking the role of Tony, and especially agreeing to appear in the second season (as it's my understanding that the character does not even have a significant presence there). I'd be glad to know what others think as well, so feel free to leave your thoughts in the comments...

[volpeenthusiast]

all my blood ⚾︎ j. duran

jarren hates seeing you in pinstripes, but he loves getting to see you. never a red sox fan, always a jarren fan. he'll endear me forever. also let's pretend that triston never got injured bc i can't cope w it anymore

Seeing you in pinstripes is unfamiliar.

It’s the first series of many against the Red Sox at your new home: Yankee Stadium. Some part of you is still in Boston, laughing in the outfield as you and Jarren celebrate over you robbing someone of a home run.

He doesn’t like it as much when you’re robbing him.

Grisham and Judge are patting you on the back, and you’re beaming as he walks back to the dugout. He decides then that he hates seeing you in pinstripes.

You two didn't talk about the trade when it happened. You'd been in his apartment a week after the season ended, flicking through channels when a big news break on the MLB Network appeared. You'd only survived your rookie year with the Red Sox, and then you got pawned off on the Yankees. You didn't even pay attention to who you'd been traded for- it was over.

Everything was different then. Between the two of you, between the team, even the city.

Jarren wonders if you two moved too fast. You'd clicked over a pre-season dinner, and that was that. He waited until you'd settled in before approaching you with a bouquet after practice.

He felt stilted and awkward, trying to tell you how much he liked you while your eyes twinkled with affection and your cheeks were flushed from practice. You kissed him all the same, so he felt like it all worked out.

He asked you if you felt uncomfortable, dating a teammate. You didn't have a definitive answer then, and you don't know if you ever will. You kept it a secret, except for when you called your mom beyond giddy about it.

You'd quietly broken your lease halfway into the season, when you were at Jarren's apartment more than your own. Not that that was a lot, considering how often you were traveling. He helped you move everything, except your decade-old couch that you left for the next renter to deal with.

Everything was perfect. You were star outfielders, solid hitters, and everything else followed naturally. Jarren cooked while you stood at his side and stole bites when he wasn't looking. You folded clean laundry while he started the next load. You reorganized the living room while he begrudgingly helped, not seeing why the two hundred pound couch needed to be against a different wall.

And then the trade.

You told Jarren you were fine. You'd been a lifelong Yankees fan anyway, and you felt slightly like you were betraying your childhood self. He didn't believe you, but he just let you tuck yourself into his side and pretend.

You two didn't bring up the move. You didn't talk about anything, really. You spent every second you could together, living in pure domesticity while ignoring the future.

He'd asked if you wanted a going away party. You said no. You didn’t think you were important enough, considering you'd only been on the team for a season. He disagreed. He could throw you thousands of parties, and none of it would compare to the ache in his chest when he saw you laugh from across a room.

Or a field. Which is what he's doing now.

He leans his chin against his arms on the fence of the dugout, brooding after his almost home run. He wasn't mad about it, because it was you, but it still stung. Now you're watching Devers at bat, blowing a bubble with your gum. Watermelon- Jarren remembers.

The rest of the game feels like a blur when he's not looking at you. You get on base three times, he gets on once. You'd always liked to show him up. When the final out ball is caught, you make your way to the Red Sox dugout. Jarren feels like he could throw up.

Before you left for New York, you asked if it was a breakup. He didn't know how to respond, but as he watches you laugh with Triston, he wishes he said no.

You're rambling about something, probably your OBP, hands waving in the air as Triston nods along. In your New York gear, you absolutely shine. You look like you belong here with them. Some uncomfortable jealousy twists in his gut, and he begins packing his things.

Your hair is shorter than the last time he saw you. He figures you had to chop it to comply with the Yankees' hair policy, but it's weird. Different. It curls just above your shoulders now, and it's braided neatly under your hat. He remembers detangling your hair after a shower once, kissing your temple in apology when he hit a snag.

The media rep for your team is yelling at you across the field, and you wave her off. You're not done yet. You're looking for-

"Trying to sneak away, Duran?"

Jarren freezes like he's been caught. He has, in a way. He wasn't sure if he was ready to face you. You're beaming at him, nose crinkling slightly. He wants to kiss you until you pass out. He blinks, letting himself smile.

"No. Maybe," he nods, dropping his bag on the floor of the dugout. He's standing on the bench on the inside, while you're leaning on the fence from the outside. It's not much different than your usual height difference, but it still makes him feel weird and fuzzy.

"Sorry about the home run," you say, smile fading slightly. "I hope you don't think it was intentional."

He shakes his head, scratching at his bicep as he tries to ignore your media rep steadily approaching you two. "Never."

You look over your shoulder at her, and you exhale heavily. You turn back to Jarren, hands twitching as you try not to reach for him.

"I want to see you," you admit, lowering your voice so a hot mic doesn't manage to pick up your admission. "I always want to see you, Jarren."

He bites back his smile, nodding in agreement. "Me too."

You look like you want to say something else, but you settle on patting his chest. "You have my address. Don't leave New York without saying goodbye."

You look serious now. Your expression is still bright, but with something other than excitement. He wonders why he ever let you leave without telling you he loves you.

Although, with the way you smile shakily and pull him into a hug, he thinks you already know. He returns the hug in kind, ignoring the tear that drips from your nose to his neck.

He inhales deeply, eyes squeezing shut when he gets a whiff of your leave-in conditioner. He'd smelled it on his pillowcase a month after you left and refused to wash it until his dad said it was gross.

You pull away, eyes shining. You look a bit more put together than you did when you first approached him.

"Don't leave New York without saying goodbye," you repeat, sneakily squeezing his hand. "I'll never forgive you."

"I won't," he promises, squeezing back.

Your media rep looks livid when you finally walk away from the visiting dugout, but the look Jarren sends you when you look over your shoulder is worth the scolding you'll get when you go back in the clubhouse.

-

robin's notes: i just LOVE a man who yearns. this universe does have a happy ending (at some point). maybe a cheeky little secret romance, not so enemies to lovers, whatever else. also the title is taken from lover, you should've come over bc it made me crash out earlier today

[voltronimus-prime]

Okay, finally got my brain to focus, here we go.

I fully understand where this viewpoint comes from, and I think it's pretty accurate for most of the show.

However, I think things would change a lot following the defeat of the Solver.

V distanced herself from N both because she didn't want to risk him remembering the past by interacting with her and because she was also trying to close off her own feelings.

If there was one mercy V could give him, it was making sure he didn't remember the trauma of what they went through. Considering he has a dream about an interaction with her in the manor after literally like a few hours with V unable to run away/pretend she didn't know him, I'd say her fear was well founded.

At the same time, she's desperately trying to convince herself that she now doesn't feel anything because otherwise she'd be forced to feel all of the pain, fear, and guilt of everything that's happened.

She can't do that if she's also being caring towards N, it's either no emotions, or all of them, so she has to push him away. (Not saying this is correct or healthy, just what she was thinking.) Of course N is far too stubborn and caring to stop though.

When N reached out to her and she pushed him away, that was because she genuinely believed that there wasn't another option.

What N wanted to figure out was the Solver, V already knew what it was, and nothing could come of that but pain.

She needed to put a stop to this before they brought the Solver's attention to them. (Unfortunately it was too late for that.)

It wasn't just about faith in their relationship to help, but about whether the problem was even something that was physically possible to fix.

By episode 8 however, V's outlook has changed.

She's already been slowly lowering her walls and showing more emotions as things progress, particularly after what happened in 'Home'.

As much as Uzi may be a dork, if anyone can help them, it's her. For better or worse they're going to take on the solver, and once she commits to that it changes everything.

She really starts to think about how much her actions have hurt N, and she hates it, and would do anything to fix even the tiniest bit of it.

I think V is more than willing to step aside if N will be happy with Uzi, but I don't think she ever lost her love for him.

Meanwhile as much as N has grown and learned to stand up for himself, he's still N, and while he may have been hurt and definitely won't let things go back the way they were before, I doubt anything could ever truly erase his feelings for her either.

Sorry, I have a lot of thoughts about these 3 idiots. (and honestly every other character in this show)

This is in no way a criticism or anything, I just really like talking about them.

I may or may not also be trying to convince one of my favorite artists to draw my favorite ship lol.

I know you focus more on Nuzi by itself, but what's your opinion on NVUzi?

I love the fan content for it, it’s very popular and I can totally see why. Personally though, I honestly can’t see N and V working like that anymore. (This is all my personal analysis of her) V very purposefully separated herself from N in the time that he was digitally lobotomized. I can only speculate what kind of things happened between them in their time as genocidal angels of death, but whatever it was like, it ended up with V not being by N’s “side” anymore. She cares about him a lot, and I think she wishes they worked out like that, but a lot happened to her since she was taken apart and she’s not the same drone who was happy to believe that things would be ok if they just stuck together. I think I saw another tumblr post once that pointed out this writing foil between V and Uzi: when N confronted V during the prom episode, he said that whatever it was, they could figure it out together. He had faith in their relationship, but her response (in a bit of regret) was to decapitate him and leave him to figure it out after she was done. I can’t blame her for that either, (he hasn’t had his memories in forever, there’s no point in trying with cyn as their admin), but it encompasses how she feels abt him. She wants to protect him but she’s not gonna hold his hand and tell him it’s ok (maybe partially because no one was there to do that for her when she was figuring it all out) But later in the series with Uzi, N tries comforting her and this time asks, “we can figure it out, together?”. He’s not so sure she’s gonna meet him on this anymore after he tried with V, but she does. Uzi is more than happy to meet him halfway, she needs his hand as much as he needs hers. They’re both by each other’s side and clinging tighter to each other the worse things get. Their hand holding and constant touching and grabbing each other is a reach out for support that gets a response back every single time. They have this mutual agreement to be there for each other because they understand each other, they’re both outcasts and although they seem very different in nature they just make sense to each other. After making a connection like that with someone who understands and needs you so much I doubt N would want to ever think about going back to romantic delusions towards someone deliberately babying him in such a cold fashion. And I don’t think V would want to revisit those feelings either because it’s a dead end now. She did that on purpose because she knew she needed to change to survive and at least protect N. There’s still a love between them but I can’t see it as romantic, it’s more of a growing respect I think. I realize I wrote a lot wow I’ve been thinking about this dynamic for a long time haha

[respectthepetty]

Pride Petty Watch (SOTUS) 3/5

I'm making my way through the blacklisted shows I was supposed to watch during Pride. I already watched Love in the Air but paused The Untamed so I could deal with my sworn enemy, SOTUS. I'm watching it in five parts (first, second), so now I'm starting on episode seven and have decided 1) Kongpob x M are the perfect ghost ship, 2) this show feels much older than 2016 due to the language and style, and 3) this is a story of a masochistic dom looking for a sado sub.

Since I can't remember anything about this show, I'm actually excited to see all the ways Kong seeks out punishment warmth from P'Oon in the second half of this series.

Prem and Wad aren't going to be a couple, are they? I want them to be because Prem going instantly soft after they fought another faculty together and now being worried about Wad's wounds is the whole purpose for men to fight! Punch each other, then kiss the bruises!

I have no Photoshop skills, so I would never criticize someone else's work, but there are times when I see that this show was made with a budget consisting of two pennies rubbed together, and this is one of those moments because who added those people into the scene?! And why are they layered ON TOP of each other?!

For the people who hated Tae and Mee in The Trainee and the sports day episode in The On1y One, those people would be pissed watching episode seven of SOTUS because it's focused on the hets, capturing the flag, and nothing else. Someone could've at least passed out on that field, so this could be entertaining for me and the juniors, damn.

The man who played Deer has only acted in one other show, and I'm mad about it. The fact that a senior has to be on that field to answer these ridiculous questions from the freshmen is nonsense, but at least I get to see this man with his gorgeous hair.

Arthit says everything to Kong in the gayest way possible in front of all his homies and God without any sense of irony.

And Kong matches that energy every damn time! I'm already sick of them.

Forming a circle around Arthit to say thanks is kinda creepy to me, which is why it makes perfect sense that this was Kong's idea since these two continue to declare their love for each other indirectly while making everyone within two miles witness.

But this moment reminded me of Lisa's "Rockstar" music video, so Thailand stays consistent.

Kong is begging to be punished! Asking Arthit if anyone else knows he cries and likes pink milk is not small talk, and I know Kong just wants to feel like the most special boy for knowing all of this, but I also fully believe he wants Arthit to slap him.

M came on this trip so he could make heart eyes at Kong, and I will not be convinced otherwise. If I forget May exists, my ship is untouchable. M loves Kong, and it's canon to me.

Arthit is a Ken! He made all the boys go out to the water, so he could make the girls listen to him play a song on the beach. Someone needs to ask Greta Gerwig if she has watched SOTUS. Greta, if you're in the room with us right now, blink twice.

"If I tell you to die, will you do it?" YES! What the hell do you think this kid has been trying to tell you?! He wants you to choke him? He wants you to slap him? He has been instigating a fight with you since the first day because he wants your hands on him in the most violent ways. Baby is a masochist and needs to be kept!

I stand by the claim I made in an earlier post that the crew doesn't seem to like Krist because these title cards in-between parts of the episode do him sooooo dirty. There is no need for this to be the image, but here we are. This is rude.

I could never hate M. He is so kind and so dumb. I love those qualities in men.

And I love these qualities in women! (Sidenote: Let Jan kiss more homies, GMMTV!)

GMMTV's 2024 Outing, is that you player?

Since Love Sick and Addicted Heroin have been remade, when SOTUS is remade, M and Kong should be the main couple, and May should ship them while also trying to date Prae. Friends-to-Lovers, fifteen episodes, and make New and Singto play the characters again.

This is the biggest "hell nah" from me because I would not have that many people WALKING ON ME barefoot as some form of initiation. Walking on people is reserved for sex stuff! Just walking on people to walk on people is not normal, and should stop immediately!

I can see the wheels spinning in Arthit's head, but the pieces are not connecting for him. Your man likes when you yell at him. Kong likes when you get upset at him. The kid likes pushing your buttons because then he gets all your attention. Now say it with me, "Kong is a masochist"

Kong is practically begging to be slapped, and if Arthit doesn't do it soon, I will.

This scene hit me so hard I had to pause because it woke me up like I was sleeper agent. I NOW REMEMBER THIS SHOW! Nine episodes in and I finally remember this damn show!

I am white-knuckling my way though this show now because Kong is dressed for a date, Arthit is late and looking like a mess, and Kong is telling Arthit he will do whatever Arthit wants him to, he will like anything Arthit wants him to like, and he will be anything Arthit wants him to be. I do not know how Arthit is experiencing all that Kong is throwing at him, and not realizing that Kong wants to be his pet.

"Call Me by My Name Number: A Boy's Journey to Become a Pet" Where's Mame when you need her?

And now Kong is eating a meal he didn't want, AGAIN, simply because Arthit told him to eat it! I'm not even joking anymore; this shit is kinky, and in this exact moment, I don't hate this show solely because of this reason.

Fuck going to sleep! I'm staying up and watching episode ten, NOW!

[blank-grace]

"people are so stupid for thinking that was helena in the final episode when britt lower literally confirmed it was helly r" okay but what the actress says in an interview is separate from the viewing experience in the show. if people are reacting to what they saw in the show itself and their reaction is that they find the character's choice to be confusing or disappointing or out of character, and they theorize that something we saw to be a possibility earlier in the season might have happened again, that doesn't exactly make them stupid. if the writing of the show doesn't make it clear enough what's going on, then perhaps the show bears responsibility for some of the ambiguity. or perhaps some of the ambiguity is (gasp) intentional? people are so MEAN about television omfg

[starrysmiling]

[fic] one step at a time

Fern has fucked it up. Badly. Well, okay. Yeah. He kissed Jax. There's a lot of things to unpack there.

T-rated | 20.1k words | posted 26/01/24

jax / fern (male player), fern & mom | major cameos: fresia (female player), ace (rival), melony

fern character study, pov 2nd person, emotional hurt/comfort, relationship/feelings navigating

read here

[daincrediblegg]

"yellowjackets is like if the terror was with teenage girls" WRONG. those girls were just living their truth. all cannibals are teenage girls. ergo: every man in the terror is really a teenage girl. Thank you for coming to my ted talk

[0n1-m0nst3r]

I miss The Ghost and Molly McGee

[ginaporterr]

less than two hours left in the day and my anniversary post isn't made yet.........

[prismaticsaltedink]

Sometimes they do! A friend of mine is a paranormal investigator, and I've done a few investigations in my time- though usually I just stick to EVP which anyone can do. Anyway, one house I went to lady was freaking out because of all the orbs she saw flying around. Turned on a night vision camera and was losing her mind every time an orb flew by- there were a LOT. Thing is, any speck of dust turns into an orb with a night vision camera, and honestly I think she was disappointed when we started beating dusty things and orbs started flying out of them. Behold this haunted pillow! Behold this haunted seat cushion! Honestly a lot of things come from not completely understanding technology- what a night vision camera sees is different than what we see with our eyes, so it's spooky. A lot of paranormal photography is like that. Vortexes for example. If you image search paranormal vortex photo you'll get photos like this:

If you saw that appear in front of you that'd be terrifying. But the thing is, photos are just a moment in time, and forced perspective plays a hand as well. Look again- that's not a vortex. That's the braided camera strap reflecting the camera's flash. It'd only appear like that for the fraction of a second the flash illuminated it. Most of the time people going through their photos later have no idea what it was and misidentify it. You can also recreate it, and orbs, pretty easy. In paranormal investigation it's really important to rule out the mundane reasons for something to happen as if someone has asked an investigator there, they're having problems. One time my mentor was asked to help by a woman who kept seeing an apparition haunting her, especially at night when she was trying to sleep. She thought a ghost cursed her, as she felt sick very often. He got high EMF readings around her bed headboard. Someone looking for a thrill might hoot and holler because they got high EMF and CLEARLY that's a ghost, right? My friend didn't stop at that, he wanted to know WHY those readings were so high. Turns out her headboard was against the wall the elevator was, the elevator was putting out an insanely high (and unhealthy) level of EMF which she slept with her head next to every night. It was causing her to hallucinate. It was affecting her health. She moved her bed away from that wall and she stopped seeing apparitions and her health improved.

If you'd ask him, he'd tell you a lot of the time most investigations are very boring. Nothing happens. Or very little. The legit investigators with integrity rarely get TV air time because legitimate investigations don't make for very entertaining tv programs. There's a lot of temptation for investigators to fake things since they're pressured to have 'results' every single episode, and unfortunately investigators are just regular people with some having no problem faking results. Those are the ones that you see most often, and it's pretty much guaranteed they're frauds if money's a driving factor and they're getting crazy things happening every episode. But that doesn't mean all of us are frauds. My mentor was filming for a series that rhymes with Bitings don't sue me and a man was constantly getting scratch marks and horrible things happening to him. Off camera my mentor talked to the guy, and found a lot of trauma and things seemed to be the driving force and if he got help (/therapy) the haunting activity that seemed to be triggered by it would end by extension. But the network didn't want to get him help- that'd end their show. His wife didn't either, she loved getting the attention and new outfits every episode. My mentor walked- he had too much integrity to go along with that. I believe they just got the next paranormal researcher in line willing to go along with anything for a buck. :/

Honestly, I probably wouldn't believe in the paranormal if I didn't have my own first hand experiences with it that I've struggled to find any other explanation but none other were reasonable- and I know a lot of you out there have too. So I'd just ask that you not harass or group those of us with experiences and an interest investigating in with the frauds and fakers. I won't try to make you believe anything you don't want to. But if you do have something strange you can't explain? There are folks like me and my mentor who have a bit of experience that may help. So many people are afraid to ask or reach out for help because they're so afraid of being judged, shut down, told they are crazy, or lying. But most of the time that's not it. A lot of times people really do need help with something strange happening, so please don't be afraid to ask for it. Sometimes it can be explained by a completely mundane reason with just a little investigating! ...and sometimes it can't. Which, well, that's how it just goes sometimes.

[blueivyy99]

Calm and Serenity (Final Part)

Sylus x Non!MC

summary: you didn't know what sylus saw in you. he said you were calm, quiet and serene and that's what he needs. you believed it. he showed it. not until little miss hunter came. she's everything you're not. news that she's in danger can make the ever so calm sylus to run and leave everything behind. it made you think, would he do that for you as well?

tags: angst, romance, hurt and comfort, non-mc reader,

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Masterlist

Day 1

Sylus didn't get any sleep these past 24 hours. He is pacing his room, waiting for your call. He is hoping that maybe you'll contact him just to say something … anything. Even though it was an unspoken rule that you will not be contacting each other, there's a silly hope in Sylus's heart for a miracle to happen.

He kept waiting but still no text from you.

Ah figures. She needs time.

He tried to get some sleep, but every time he closes his eyes your face haunts him. He wants to get you back but he knows that you need this. That this time he doesn't get to be selfish, that this is about you and what's best for you.

On your side, it's not any better. You cried all day sinking your body in your new bed. This new place feels unfamiliar. Too bright, too spacious, too quiet, too lonely.

You already miss the ruckus that the twins are making or Mephisto's cawing early in the morning. And him. You already miss him.

You remember the previous night. Sylus helped you pack your bags, never leaving your side. He never spoke a word just quietly helping you. You can see the remorse in him and it took a lot of willpower for you not to take back what you said.

When you got in the car and let him drive, you noticed how he was driving slowly. Making sure to use the farthest way possible just so he can borrow a little bit more time.

“Sylus," you called him.

“Let me have this, love. Just a little more time before you leave, please?" you didn't have it in you to argue further. He looked broken and one second away from letting those tears fall.

“I never get to give you a lot of my time these months, and I know I may be asking for too much, but just let me be with you for a while longer. I can't let you go. Not yet." He took your hand and brought it to his trembling lips.

You didn't speak after. You just let him. A part of you wanted to stay with him a little longer as well. He stayed like that during the drive. Telling you random things or reminding you to take care of yourself. Blabbering just to take his mind off from the fact that once you step out of the car, you're really leaving.

When you reached Linkon, you never looked back. Each step you took felt like you're stepping on shards of glass. You wanted to run back to him, but you know that this is the right thing to do.

You need to set him free. You want to make sure that he is sure with what he is feeling. You want to see what he'll do. If your absence will strengthen the love between you and him, or will he run back to her.

You're giving him a sort of a way out. If he decides to be with MC, then fine. If he waits for you to heal even if it took years, then maybe you can try again.

That same night, getting some sleep has been hard. You kept looking at the photos of you and him on your phone. You kept rereading your previous messages and replaying the videos you took of everyone in Onychinus.

Starting a new life here in Linkon means leaving your family in the N109 Zone. You didn't just break up with Sylus but you also left the people that treated you like family.

Day 7

“Boss, Miss Hunter is here." Luke said. Sylus just frowned.

“Let her in."

Once she's inside, Sylus doesn't know what to tell her. He is not in his right mind even if a week has passed. He is the one who summoned MC to his base. He needs to know if she's willing to help him. He needs to know ASAP.

“What do you want, Sylus?" She said. He knows they didn't end on good terms the last time they talked, but he needs to try.

“About breaking off the bond. I want to know when are you willing to cooperate with me?"

She scoffed, "I told you, I don't remember a thing! How can I undo something that I don't remember doing in the first place!? Sylus, we're going in circles here. I don't want to waste my time with this.”

"Waste of time? This isn't just a waste of time! This is my life on the line. If I don't break this bond with you, I'm going to lose her.”

He was angry and desperate. MC surely saw it and it made her heart ache. Looking at him right now, it's obvious that he isn't getting much sleep and he isn't eating right. Poor guy must've been so broken-hearted.

If it wasn't for the knowledge that he has a girlfriend, she might actually like him. He is nice despite the rough exterior, but despite that she stayed in her lane. She didn't want to be a mistress. Hell nah.

She finally took pity on him and gave out a sigh. It's not all the time that you see Sylus like this.

“Fine, fine! I wanted to help you, but I can't figure it out yet. I will contact Luke and Kieran when I have more information about this linkage.” She said.

Sylus is relieved to hear those words. They mean nothing for now, but at least there's hope.

"And if I were you, I would be taking care of myself. What would Y/N say when she sees you like that?”

Before she left, she saw how he slightly took a glance at the mirror and quickly stood up to take a bath.

Silly guy.

Day 31

You finally got a job as a barista in Destiny Cafe. You didn't really have to work because you have enough money to last at least a decade but you need to take your mind off of things. Being in your home just makes you lonely.

Having a job is fun. Finally you get to sleep after tiring yourself during the day and you meet a lot of people.

However, the way back home is not the most pleasant whenever you pass by that arcade that you wanted to go to with Sylus.

You let yourself get bitter repressing them won't do you good anyway. You just let yourself feel annoyed and hurt and even cry at the smallest things.

Crying heals you and little by little you learn to let go of the things that break your heart. Baby steps, just like what they said.

Year 1

“Boss, do you want to go with us? We're going to Linkon for a mission." Kieran inquired. Sylus is in his office with piles of research papers at hand.

“No. I will stay here." He replied.

Kieran nodded. He understands that his boss is busy and he is dedicating all his time doing everything he can just to break that bond with Miss Hunter but that doesn't mean that they don't worry.

Him and his twin can't help but be alarmed at how Sylus is wearing himself down so every now and then they try to make him get out of the house even just for an hour.

Sometimes they succeed, but they won't miss the look of longing in their boss's eyes when he looks at the border that separates Linkon and the N109 Zone.

He never, not once stepped foot in Linkon since the day that you left. Luke once asked why and tjis is how their conversation went: “I want her to heal in her own way. And her seeing me might harm her progress. I can wait. She will come back when she's ready, or I'll go to her once everything in my end is okay. But not right now. It's too early.

“But Boss Man, what if an asshole tried to take her away? Let me and Kieran go there. We will look at her from afar so no one can get close. Or send Mephisto! She won't notice.” Luke whined. Sylus just clicked his tongue and shook his head.

"It's up to her. Now shut up and do your job.”

Kieran can see that despite saying those, Sylus is still affected; he just got better at hiding it.

You looked at your calendar. It's been only a year since you last saw Sylus but it already felt like forever.

You took a leave from work today planning to rest and just rot in bed all day. These past months, you had felt better but there are still days when his memories still haunt you just like today.

You stalked his Moments account. He seldom posts since you left and whenever he does, you know that it's about you. Every photo and caption is a reference to you and your memories with him.

Absent-mindedly, you refreshed his profile and your heart stopped at the image he posted. It was a fox brooch with ruby and onyx stone. He didn't say anything. Just that photo.

A smile crept on your lips. Surprisingly, there's no hurt and skepticism in your heart. Sadness, yes. But it's mostly because you miss him and his warmth.

You've come a long way and knowing that he is still waiting made the feeling more sweeter than it should.

Year 1 and 6 months

Sylus watched wide eyed as the soul link in his wrists disappeared. He was taking a shower when he felt it break. He didn't know how or why. MC didn't tell him anything. She didn't even have a breakthrough all these months.

And yet …

Quickly, he dried himself, took his phone and called her. She picked up the call as soon as it rang. She is just as excited as he is.

“IT'S BROKEN, OH MY GOD!" she yelled. He had to distance himself from the phone just to save his ears.

“How? What happened?" he asked.

Then there's a long pause. Sylus even thought that she hang up.

“MC?"

“Hmm, I don't know. But thinking about it now, before it broke I'm with my boyfriend …” she trailed off. "And, uhm, hehe we're y'know … intimate and confessed feelings and all that.”

Sylus winced, "Oh, shut up. I don't want to hear the filthy details."

“You asked! But yeah, I guess that's it. It was not so magical but I felt so much peace and wished that I could live the rest of my life and my future lives with him. And I guess that did it.” She said quietly.

"Thank you, MC.”

Even though he cannot see it. Sylus is sure that she's smiling right now.

"You're free now, Mister Dragon.”

She hung up the call after.

Sylus let out a shaky breath.

Finally.

“MADAME! I PROMISE WE WEREN'T FOLLOWING YOU! BOSS DOESN'T KNOW WHERE YOU ARE! WE JUST WANT COFFEE WE DIDN'T KNOW YOU'RE WORKING HERE!" Your eyes widen at how loud Luke is and Kieran is just there standing dumbfounded. If his mask is not blocking his face you're sure that his mouth is gaping.

“Luke! Shut your mouth. You're making a fuss!" you tried to shut his mouth under the mask as you escorted them away from prying eyes.

“We promise! He didn't send us here. If we know, we will avoid this place." Kieran vouched for his brother.

“I know, I know. And besides, I didn't even assume that he sent you here and yet you're screaming your lungs out explaining yourself." You chuckled remembering how silly they looked earlier.

“You believe us?" Luke asked.

“Yes." you answered.

The silence between you is comfortable. Something familiar.

“I missed you two," you suddenly said.

It was evident that they didn't expect you to say that but their shoulders relaxed and both their hands patted your head.

“We missed you as well. The base isn't the same without you in it. No one vouches for us against Boss Man's wrath.” Kieran said.

"How is he?” You asked. Your voice is low. If they weren't paying attention they might've missed you saying that.

“Doing okay. At first he's itching to look for you and call you he didn't eat or sleep. We figure it's normal. He was hurt. Slowly, he got up and accepted your terms." Luke's words were careful. Trying his best not to give you an impression that they are obliging you to come back.

“I'm glad he's doing okay."

The conversation after that was light and fun thanks to the twins. They diverted the topic to Mephisto's antics instead and as much as they could they didn't bring up Sylus again.

You're thankful that they don't push for you to get back with him. For now, it's enough to know that he's doing well.

You still love him, yes. But you need more time to be certain that you're ready.

Year 2 and 10 months

It's almost three years since you last saw him. Unlike last year where you wallow in despair, this year you're excited to go out. You put on your best dress and gave yourself light makeup.

Months had passed since you first saw Luke and Kieran and now they're regular weekly customers in Destiny Cafe during their special days off. It's fun seeing old faces and they make your day a lot better whenever they come to visit.

You remember one time they gave you a small shiny pebble.

“What's this?" You asked.

“Mephisto asked us to give you that."

You smiled from ear to ear after that. You know they can't bring Mephisto to you because Sylus will know exactly where you are and you didn't give them the permission to reveal your location yet.

Now at present ,you walk the familiar path you took everyday except you don't go straight to the cafe but to the arcade instead.

“Time to get that baby crow." you mumbled to yourself with your game face on.

=

Sylus is not used to the bustling and bright ambiance of Linkon but somehow, today his feet brought him here. He hasn't set foot in this city since you left but he cannot ignore the nagging feeling in his chest that he needs to go here today.

He walked around aimlessly. Lately, the twins frequent here and he has a hunch that it's because of you. He didn't ask. But by the looks of those two, you're doing okay. And that's enough for him.

For now at least.

He still plans on getting you back. He is just waiting for a sign. For a go signal from fate that it's time.

It's so silly, really. But he is a man in love and if your paths cross again and he is certain that you feel the same, then he will not let you go.

He went back to his senses when he saw the familiar arcade near the cafe. He remembered you telling him that you wanted that crow plushie. He still feels a pang on his chest whenever he remembers that but he long accepted that it will always remind him of what he did. He had forgiven himself for that, and swore that if you will give him a chance again, he will never let you feel forgotten again.

Once inside, he bought enough tokens to last him until afternoon. He is not the luckiest when it comes to this stupid claw machine, but he vows that today, he will go home with the complete collection.

It took him a good hour before finally getting one and wa shocked when a group of employees clapped their hands at him.

“Nice! Finally someone got one. The woman earlier spent a lot of time but she didn't get it and she left disappointed. I almost think that this claw is broken."

Sylus paid them no mind and once he got the hang of it one by one all the different colors of the crow plushies were on his hands.

The kids were in awe of him and the plushies inside his paper bag and it gave him a smug satisfaction successfully getting them all.

Once he stepped foot outside the arcade he decided to relax for a bit in Destiny Cafe. He ordered his coffee, sat on the farthest table in the corner and inspected the plushies he won.

“She will surely like these." He mumbled to himself before someone spoke behind his back.

“Oh I surely will."

Sylus held his breath. He is afraid to look back.

But he knows that voice.

He heard footsteps and then your face came into view.

“Hi, can I sit here?" You gave him a smile and he can see that there's no more uncertainty there. It's like seeing you again for the first time.

“O-of course," he stuttered. His mouth was gaping.

Then he felt your hand on his chin helping him close his mouth.

“Sylus, this is just me. Close that mouth or you'll drool."

Normally, he would retort with the same sass. But right now all he knows is that he missed you and you're here.

“I missed you," that was the first thing he said. He is hesitating to make your hands touch. You chuckled to yourself. Shy Sylus is adorable especially with that blush on his face.

Gently, you made your fingers intertwined. He squeezed your hand and held them tightly.

“I missed you too, Sylus. How have you been?"

"Finally Free.”

That's all he said and you knew what it meant.

note: this is really the end 🥹🥹🥹 i cant thank all of you enough for giving my first LADS fic a chance. im so grateful for all your loveee. i said to myself id be happy if at least 10-30 people give this a read but here y'all are 😭 so thank you thank you! ill see you on the next one i hope?

comments, reblogs and reacts are welcome 🫶🏻

[bloomiize]

gooner!jake finally gets pussy and its so much better than his hand

part one two three

gooner!jake was embarrassed for the first time. He usually doesn't care about his perverted, disgusting behaviour — but it's different now. Jake's jerked off to other girls more times than he can remember, but you're the first one who's real. He's talked to you, seen you smile and laugh at his jokes, even hugged you — that fucking hug that led to this.

You heard him fuck his fist and drain all his cum out while saying your name. He basically confessed to you in the middle of it. Jake wanted to end the call and crawl up and die from embarrassment, but how could he when you said his name like that?

"Jakey," you whimpered, and that alone was enough to get him hard again.

Even though Jake is vile — the guy who eats his own cum pretending it's yours and stole your panties to get off — he's a gentleman. He would never leave you alone in a state like this. Especially not when you're moaning like that, thinking about him. So even though his dick is sore and tired, he rubs it again so you’re not alone.

gooner!jake is in heaven. The girl he's been obsessed with for the past year is on the other side of the phone making lewd sounds for him. He never thought this would happen —not for another year at least. Jake hasn't even asked you out yet, and here you are, begging him for more.

"P-p-please, i-i can't take it!" Your pussy is clenching desperately around your fingers begging for more. So close but not enough to tip you over the edge. You can't believe that jake — your project partner— fucked his fist while you were still on the phone. What's even worse? You can't believe how hot it was.

Maybe you did wear extra short skirts when you studied together, and perhaps you did push up against him a little extra when you gave him a hug. Who are you kidding? You knew how he looked at you. You weren't dumb. Besides, jake wasn't exactly discreet with his staring, and he wasn't good at hiding the tent straining against his pants either.

You pushed him just to see if he would break, and he did. You just weren't expecting how wet you would be for him.

gooner!jake couldn’t sleep at all. He kept replaying how you sounded earlier; your adorable moans and whimpers, the way you cried out his name. How you said you wanted him — no, needed him. His overstimulated dick was sore and aching from the ungodly amount of times he'd cum that day. But the thoughts of you still plagued his brain, and his hand slipped into his shorts, gripping his throbbing cock. He couldn’t control himself. It hurt, but it felt so fucking good. He closed his eyes and thought about how desperate you sounded. Would you beg like that for him in person? He could make you.

As he continued pumping his cock, he realized he needed you too. He needed your lips everywhere. He wanted to fuck your tight cunt so good that you'd have his name imprinted inside you. Just one chance.

Jake was holding back tears from how sensitive he was, breaking into a loud, animalistic moan when he finally came. It still wasn’t enough. He turned onto his side and groaned into his pillow.

Jake knew he was a gooner — he knew it was gross. He wasn’t planning on showing you this side of him at all. What if you didn’t want to talk to him anymore? What if you found him revolting?

Because Jake didn’t just like you for his dirty fantasies. He liked you in a way that wasn’t fueled by lust. It was more than that.

How is he supposed to face you after whispering, "Good girl, just like that" and, "Fuck yourself a little harder for me," into the microphone just so you could finish?

gooner!jake couldn't make eye contact with you when he came over. You hung up the phone right after you finished last night but you quickly sent him a text after.

Y/N: um, thanks for the help

Y/N: can you come over tomorrow after class?

JAKE: of course, i'll be there at 6

And now here he is.

"Sorry about last night. It’s just been a while, and you were there, so... asking you for help was a one-time thing. It won’t happen again, I promise—" You stop rambling when you realize Jake’s been staring, looking down at you. When you finally lock eyes, he jerks his gaze away at lightning speed, a red flush creeping up his neck.

"No, I’m sorry. I thought I hung up. You weren’t supposed to hear... me." Jake is struggling to keep his composure. You’re wearing your tiny tank top and shorts again, talking about what happened like it's nothing, looking up at him with those big, innocent eyes. Is this be the angle he would get if you sucked his cock? Even now, he still can't stop thinking about you.

Jake feels a pang in his chest when you call it a one-time thing. "Was my help not good enough for you?" he says, stepping closer, closing the gap between you, pushing you back against the kitchen counter.

If this was his only chance with you, he was going to take it.

"Th-that's not what I-I meant..." You’re trapped now, caged between his arms, the cold counter behind you. He's leaning down so close you can feel his breath on your skin. Your face is burning; your breathing turns uneven.

Jake’s towering over you, waiting, daring you to say something. "I-it was g-good," you finally admit, voice small.

gooner!jake takes that as the only sign he needs. His hands immediately grab your waist, holding you tight and firm, tugging you closer. He’s breathing hard — both of you are — the air thick with tension. His hands roam up from your waist, fingers skimming the base of your chest. You can feel it, his hard cock pressing against you through his sweats. You’re already soaking through your panties.

"Tell me to stop, Y/N," he rasps, nibbling your ear and groaning when you whimper. "You have no idea what I want to do to you. It’s unhealthy. I’m sick."

His mouth trails down your neck, kissing, biting, soothing over the marks he’s leaving. You’re shaking under him, and Jake pauses, his hands trembling but still tucked under your top. He pulls back just enough to look into your eyes — big, round, pleading.

"Y/N," he whispers, voice hoarse. "Tell me to stop."

You shake your head.

How could you tell him to stop when you’ve been touching yourself thinking about him for the past six months? When he started as the classmate who stared at you for a little too long, and became Jake, suspiciously strong, ridiculously cute, flustered so easily, always willing to do anything for you?

You liked him.

You really liked him.

gooner!jake is humping into you thigh at a desperate pace. He gave you a way out but you...

You. Shook. Your. Head.

This must be a dream. There's no way that he's palming your your tit and hearing you gasp under him like this right now. He's biting on your shoulder and rutting into you like a dog in heat and you're just letting him.

"F-fuck! I'm disgusting for you. I stole your panties two weeks ago. They're back at my apartment covered in my cum... I'm gross, I can't stop. Tell me to stop. Please." He admits to you, maybe this will snap you back into reality and make you realize he isn't the type of guy you want. He's scared and hides his face in your collar, licking the bruises he just left there. If you're going to say yes to him, he wants you to know him, the true him and what you're signing up for.

Your hands grab his face so he's looking at you, stroking his flushed cheeks with your thumbs. His eyes are glassy and desperate— poor baby. "Jakey," His hips slow down and he lets out a tiny whimper hearing his nickname. "I left those out... for you to see. I-I... i want you too."

gooner!jake nearly cums in his pants. His lips crashing into you. His tongue is finding yours at a rapid pace. Your fingers are tangled in his hair and his hands are groping your tits. Jake is moaning into you like you're his saviour, his piece of salvation.

When you finally pull away for air, a string of saliva connects you two. You glance at the bed and he takes the hint. He refuses to take his lips off your neck and hands away from you as you walk over, him pushing you onto the bed when you eventually make it.

gooner!jake is drinking in the sight of you lying there. Hair messy, tank top and shorts raised up, you're so perfect. He strips your shorts off in one swift move, tossing them somewhere he doesn’t care to look. His heart stutters when he sees the wet patch staining your panties. So fucking cute. His eyes roll back, hips bucking against the mattress like he’s in heat.

"I've thought about this for so long. Please, I'll take such good care of you. Just a little taste, I'll be so good." He whines and mumbles it over and over like a prayer while his fingers ghost over your clothed cunt, teasing you. Your cute little gasps and whimpers drive him fucking crazy. His cock twitches painfully hard in his pants.

When you let out a soft, breathy "Mhm," — barely a sound, but enough — Jake loses it.

He dives in without hesitation, mouthing at your pussy through your soaked panties. Sucking, licking, nuzzling like he's a dog. You can feel the heat of his tongue through the thin fabric, the way he moans against you like he's the one being touched.

It’s messy. It’s desperate. It’s Jake.

But it’s not enough. He needs more.

Without even thinking, he yanks your panties aside and then tears them down your legs. Jake buries his face between your thighs, tongue fucking you like he’s starving. Slurping, moaning, whimpering your name into your pussy like it's the only thing keeping him alive.

His hands are everywhere — gripping your thighs so tight they’ll bruise, pushing your hips down when you start to squirm away from the overwhelming pleasure.

"P-please, Jake — ngh — s’too much—" you whimper, fingers threading into his hair, trying to pull him away.

He shakes his head, lips locked around your clit, sucking hard enough to make your back arch off the bed.

"No, please, please, need more — need you to cum, need it so bad. Fuck, just wanna taste you, wanna drink you — please, please—" he's babbling against you, voice cracking like he's about to cry.

You don’t even get a chance to argue before he slips two fingers into you, pumping slow and deep, curling them just right. His mouth never leaves your clit, tongue flicking and swirling fast and messy. Your fingers never reached that deep; this new sensation has you seeing stars.

Your orgasm crashes down hard, your thighs clamping around his head, your voice breaking into whiny little sobs. Jake groans like he’s the one cumming, grinding his leaking cock against the bed without a shred of shame. There's probably a wet spot on your sheets.

He keeps licking you through it, sloppily, hungrily, tasting everything, like he's trying to burn the memory of it into his mouth forever.

When you finally go limp, trembling, Jake pulls away with a slick, swollen mouth, looking dazed. His pupils are blown wide, chest heaving, sweat dripping from his hairline. He's licking his lips to savour it.

He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, but it’s useless — he’s soaked. His whole body is shaking from how badly he needs you.

"You taste so fucking good," he mumbles, voice hoarse. He presses desperate, messy kisses to your thighs, your hips, anywhere he can reach. "Need you," he whines again, hips bucking helplessly against nothing. "Please — please let me fuck you, I’ll be so good, promise, I swear — I c-can’t, please.”

You grab his face, pulling him up, and whisper, "Jake... fuck me."

You swear you feel his soul leave his body.

He fumbles with his sweats, shoving them down along with his boxers, cock slapping up against his stomach — red and leaking, twitching from how fucking desperate he is. Fuck he is bigger than you thought. You're a little worried about how it'll fit and it shows on your face.

He lines himself up, hands trembling so badly he almost misses, but when the tip catches against your slick entrance, he chokes on a sob.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck—" he gasps, pressing in slow, dragging the thick head against your messy cunt, sinking in inch by inch. His head is thrown back and he's already close.

You both moan, loud and filthy, as he bottoms out, his hips flush against yours. You feel full, stretched so good you’re already clenching around him, body trembling from oversensitivity.

"F-fuck, you’re so tight — 's perfect, made for me —" Jake whines against your neck, rutting his hips shallowly, not able to stop himself even for a second.

"Please — please relax for me" he gasps out, voice cracking as he presses desperate kisses along your jawline. "I can’t — you’re so warm, fuck, just a little looser, please, I can’t—"

He’s needy and messy, thrusting into you in short, desperate snaps of his hips, each movement punching a gasped moan out of you. You’re already fucked out, clawing at his back, tears brimming in your eyes from how good he feels, from how full you are.

"Jakey — ngh — slow down —" you whimper, but he can't.

"Can't — can't stop—s-sorry, you're too good —" Jake babbles against your skin, biting and licking at your collarbone. He’s holding your hips, pounding into you like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets up for even a second. Every time he bottoms out, he grinds his hips down, stuffing his cock as deep as he can, dragging the most pathetic little sounds out of both of you.

"I love you, I love you, i can't believe you're letting me do this —" Jake whimpers like a broken record, words spilling out without him even realizing. You’re squeezing him so tight he’s losing his mind. Jake’s cock twitches violently inside you, and he presses his forehead to yours, voice cracking. "Please — please let me cum inside — need it, need it so bad — please, fuck, please, y/n—"

You nod through the haze, too fucked out to even form words. Jake sobs when you nod, hips stuttering, and then he’s slamming into you hard, once, twice — before spilling deep inside, thick and hot, filling you so much you feel it pooling inside.

But he doesn't stop.

Even after cumming, Jake keeps fucking into you, desperate little thrusts pushing it deeper, his cock still painfully hard from how ruined he is. "S-sorry — can’t stop — need you, need you, fuck—" he's whining and broken, face buried in your neck, breath hitching on every thrust.

You're gasping, trembling under him, brain fuzzy, body overstimulated and twitching from the relentless pace. Your pussy flutters around him helplessly, milking every last drop out of him.

"J-Jakey — ngh — too much—" you sob, clinging to his back.

"I know, I know. Fuck — just a little more, just a little more, wanna stay inside you forever —" he cries against you, hips still moving, slower now, grinding, as if trying to mark your insides.

Your bodies are a mess of sweat, cum, and desperate sobbed praises, and Jake doesn't even know where he ends and you begin anymore. His whole body is trembling. When he finally slows down enough to pull out — whimpering when he sees your pretty cunt leaking with his cum and immediately tries to grab a tissue from your nightstand with shaky hands.

You watch him, heart pounding, still dazed, still aching from how good he fucked you. Jake wipes you down so gently, biting his lip so hard he might draw blood, too scared to hurt you even though he just ruined you. He tosses the tissues in the trash and hesitates by the edge of your bed, eyes darting everywhere but at you.

Then he turns to leave. He actually turns, like he’s going to go.

Your sleepy hand shoots out, grabbing his wrist and pulling him right back into your chest. Hugging him close. He lets out a little "oof," stumbling onto the mattress, cheeks flushed bright red. He’s stiff against you, nervous, breathing shallow like he thinks you’re going to kick him out or regret this. You wrap your arms around him tighter, burying your face into his hair.

And that’s when he speaks, voice cracking adorably, "Um... y/n, I, uh... I like you. Like, like-like you. A lot. Um... Do you maybe wanna go out with me sometime? No pressure, though.. If you don't want to, that's fine, I totally get it, I just, I just wanted to say it, so you knew—"

You pull back, glaring at him, completely fed up with how stupidly oblivious he is.

"Jake," you say, voice low and threatening.

He freezes. You called him Jake and not Jakey. A million thoughts go through his head, he's panicking, he's about to be rejected.

"If you don't get it through your head that I like you too, I swear to god I’ll suck you dry right now until you can't even think anymore."

Jake short-circuits. He makes the stupidest whimpering sound you've ever heard and immediately buries his face into your chest to hide. "F-fuck — y/n. You can’t — ngh, you can’t just say shit like that." Jake whimpers, voice wrecked and desperate, rutting his hips subtly against you like he can’t help it. "I can cum again if you want me to, fuck—"

You giggle breathlessly, running your fingers through his messy hair, pulling him even closer until he's basically lying on top of you like a big, whimpering puppy.

"I mean it," you whisper into his ear, smiling. "I like you, Jake."

He clutches you tighter, breathing a shaky sigh of relief.. Jake's heart is pounding so loudly that you can feel it through his chest. He nuzzles into you deeper, mumbling something incoherent, completely melted against you.

gooner!jake still can't believe you're dating him. Months later, not much had changed. He's moved out and said goodbye to his roommate but he still goes over to hang out all the time. He was still hopelessly obsessed with you, still got hard at the smallest things, still stole your panties when he thought you weren't looking, just to jerk off like a desperate freak. Except now?

Now, you always catch him.

Like tonight, you caught him red-handed again, laying back on your shared bed, your baby pink lacy panties fisted tight in one hand, his cock leaking against his stomach, whining your name into the fabric like a lovesick puppy.

"Jake," you scold softly, arms crossed, but your voice is fond.

He jolts, face flushing deep red. "I-I was gonna put them back! I swear!" he stammers, cheeks burning, cock twitching in his hand like it had a mind of its own. His eyes glisten like he's about to cry from the embarrassment. You sigh and walk toward him slowly, watching the way his eyes widen and follow your every move like he doesn’t deserve to touch you.

"You really can't help yourself, can you?" you murmur, climbing into his lap. His hands immediately fly to your waist like instinct, needy and trembling.

"Can't — you're too pretty," he whimpers, squeezing his eyes shut like it's physically painful to look at you. "You're perfect, and you're busy and — f-fuck, just wanna stuff you full all the time — wanna ruin you. Please, baby, let me —"

Jake's cock twitches violently between you, smearing precum against your thighs. You can feel how badly he's shaking underneath you, how he’s basically vibrating with the need to touch, to fuck, to have you. You roll your hips and he lets out the filthiest, neediest moan, hips jerking up against you helplessly. His knuckles are white where he’s gripping your waist, and he’s babbling again without realizing it. He never had to hide his disgusting behaviours with you, and for that, he's grateful. So fucking grateful.

"Thank you, thank you," he mumbles into your skin, hips stuttering up helplessly, "I’ll be good, I'll be so good for you."

And you just smile, knowing he already is.

from bloomiize: I'M FINALLY DONE!! I like this one a lot so hopefully you guys do too!! A lot longer than I intended whoops. this might be the last piece I do for gooner!jake but idk yet, maybe, maybe not LOL! I've grown quite fond of him. Thank u for reading and ur support! pls lmk what u think :3 reblogs and comments are appreciated ^^ love u guys <3 ALSO IF U WANT MORE GOONER!JAKE, CHECK THE TAG bloomiize: hardthoughts

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