#Less Than Jake 2003

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After-party || 18+

Synopsis: The best part of attending all those champagne-filled events was always the after-party sex. And who better to have it with than your two oldest members?

Pairings: Heeseung × eighthmember!fem!reader × Jay, includes Hanbin of Zb1

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, female eighth member of Enhypen au, unprotected p in v (not for you), cock riding, choking (f recieving), oral sex (f recieving), degradation, praise, threesome, anal sex, rough sex, implied masturbation (male), DADDY KINK, all of them are toxic af, reader is younger and shorter than both of them

A/N: I have woken up from my 8292937 year hibernation period again and immediately decided to finish this fic. Fun fact this wip is being erased from my list after two years of its inception lol. Anywho probably gonna disappear for a long time again don't miss me too much y'all. As always enjoy!

Being the only female member of Enhypen meant you were the object of many staring eyes.

But not the eyes of your fans. You could handle those readily. After all, engenes were as infatuated with you as they were with the rest of the boys.

The eyes you couldn't handle (not easily) were those of the four oldest members.

Lee Heeseung, Park Jay, Sim Jake and Park Sunghoon.

Being a part of the 2003 line meant that they saw you as their ‘beloved princess’, especially in the bed-works. Their words of course, not yours. Sunoo, your fellow 03 liner, also joined in the fun sometimes. Having his bedroom situated directly next to yours was certainly a marvelous thing for him and Jake—who lived in the same dorm.

Going to events with them wasn't any different either with either Sunghoon or Heeseung constantly throwing flirtatious glances all the time, and Jay not taking his fingers off from your skin at any moment.

But you didn't really mind for some odd reason. Maybe the odd reason was you were only a woman constantly surrounded by handsome men. Or maybe it was the fact that their skills in seduction were as smooth as their voices and you had easily fallen into their trap.

Regardless, you loved them and they certainly loved you back.

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“Why were we not invited again?” Jake tilted his head. He was lying on the couch, with his body sprawled like a sea slug, whilst Sunghoon looked on at the white wall, completely zoned out.

“You’re not worthy.” Heeseung joked from a corner of the room, admiring himself in the full body mirror. He sported a rather sleek look of a collared white coat over a velvety black shirt and black trousers. A dainty ringed necklace dangled from his neck, along with two bracelets on his wrist, rings decorating his index and ring fingers, and multiple small earrings hanging from his ears.

“Ha ha.” Sunghoon laughed sarcastically, rolling his eyes, “We still have our Tiffany events, right Jake?”

“Yep!” Jake said with a pop of his lips, toying with the aglets of his hoodie strings, “Speaking of Tiffany–” He rolled over to lay on his stomach, speaking to Heeseung this time, “—I heard our Y/Nnie is gonna sneak in with a Tiffany ring instead of a Pommelato one.”

“And wherever did you hear that from, Jaeyun?” A husky voice sounded as Jay stepped in. He looked exceptionally handsome, dressed in a similar look to Heeseung, albeit with a longer suit jacket and a v-neck under-shirt. He sported less jewelry though, with a plain golden band adorning his ring finger, a chunky bracelet on his wrist, and a necklace that dropped down to his chest. He wore a pair of simple earrings as well.

“Hey, don't shoot the messenger.” Jake held up his hands in defeat, collapsing onto the sofa once more with a loud yawn, “I’m excited to see what she’ll be wearing.”

“I hope it's not something similar to last time.” Heeseung groaned, remembering the last event he, you and Jay had been invited to. You had worn black, a halter neck dress of satin, which cinched around your waist and flowed off in a skirt that went to your knees. Heeseung had to keep his head buried in his champagne in order to resist dragging you off to the bathroom to satisfy his throbbing boner.

“Why not?”

The sound of your heels was heard first, before you could step into the room, alerting the boys’ ears and causing them to snap their heads in the direction of the entrance. You wouldn't have described their reaction to your dress as ‘jaw dropping’ but for the sake of your ego, you decided to.

From the corner of your eye, you saw Heeseung visibly gulp and Jay’s eyes trail down to your chest. Perverts, you thought, though you thought it with a wide smile.

“Don’t you like the outfit?” You asked them, taking a spin for them to see the back of it, giggling to yourself as you did. You knew all those shoulder workouts at the gym would pay off when you wore something like this.

“Backless…” Sunghoon said, his eyes wide, “I mean….….it's classy for sure.” Jake nodded in furious agreement, whilst the older two watched on silently, smirks dangling on their lips.

In all fairness to them, it was something you had never tried before. It was white, to match the boys’ outfits, with a sweetheart neckline that showed off your cleavage. Your back was accentuated perfectly by the sleek dip of the dress. It was bolder and far more dangerous. But what is life without a little danger?

“And you expect us to remain civil throughout the night.” Jay chuckled, swiping a stray stray of hair from his face, “While looking like that.”

“It's not my fault I’m way too pretty.” You shrugged your shoulders, adjusting your own hair with your ringed fingers. A sleek gold band decorated your index finger while another one which was inset with an emerald sat on your ring finger. You had a bracelet as well; the thick, curling wires of gold rested rather coldly against your skin. Since you didn't really have a preference for earrings, you decided to wear tiny hoops of plain gold. A perfect way to subtly complement the outfit.

“Woah honey, tone down the ego.” Jake wolf whistled, making you giggle as you plopped down on an armchair next to Sunghoon.

“Are the divas ready?” You said loudly, calling out to Jay and Heeseung, the latter was fixing his hair meticulously, “Or are we gonna stay here for the night?”

“Well if you give us that invitation…..” Jay said, leaning against the wall, his hands in his pockets. His hair was styled in a way that made your insides curl up and scream. Handsome bastard, you thought.

Just as you were opening your mouth for a retort, there was a knock at the door, followed by it opening without anyone giving an answer. A blonde, curly haired man stepped in, his fox-like eyes widened and his dimple prominent on his upper cheek.

“Hey the car’s read—Woahh.” Sunoo stopped in between his sentence, his eyes trailing up and down the length of your body, “Well hello gorgeous.”

“My eyes are up here, asshole.” You grumbled, getting up and speedily moving over to the door without sparing so much as a glance to Sunoo. He furrowed his brows.

“What did I do now?” He sighed, collapsing onto the armchair you were sitting on, “Don’t tell me this is about last night.”

“Of course it's about last night!” You glared at Sunoo, crossing your arms. Jake’s eyes clearly followed your cleavage again.

“Well don’t wear my hoodie again, you look too sexy to resist.” Sunoo chuckled. Sunghoon laughed as well, nodding his head in agreement.

“My legs are actual jelly Kim Sunoo.” You said smirking as an idea came to your mind. You flashed your right leg forward, exposing the thigh high slit that the dress had. Your ego significantly heightened as you saw how the boys physically stopped in between what they were doing, widening their eyes. Heeseung’s hand was frozen in mid-air, his efforts to brush his hair back proved to be un-futile. Jay chuckled.

“Thanks for taking my advice with the dress, baby.” Jay said, walking towards you, with his hands still in his pockets. Your eyes flickered to his lips and his to yours and soon they were pressed firmly against each other as his hand wrapped around your waist, whilst yours lay flat on his chest. His rings dug into your waist. He faintly tasted like cardamom; his movements were soft and his lips were perfect around yours. You often commented that Jay’s kisses felt the most romantic from all the others and you were, yet again, proven right.

“Gross.” You heard Sunoo say. You glanced at him just at the right moment when he rolled his eyes as you pulled away from the kiss.

“Jealous, Sun?” You smirked, locking eyes with Heeseung at the corner. His eyes were dark and his smirk was mischievous.

“You better go before the driver gets tired of waiting.” Sunghoon smiled warmly at you. Heeseung responded with a soft ‘yep’ while Jay was already ushering you out of the room, his gaze wavering towards your chest every now and then. He walked over quickly and shut the door after you had exited the room, bidding goodbye to the boys.

“You really like the neckline huh?” You giggled, catching Heeseng’s attention, as he snapped his eyes to hold yours in a dark gaze.

“You’re begging to be touched tonight aren't you?” He whispered, bending down to your level, to place a sudden kiss on the curve of your neck. His lips felt cold and slightly moist, probably because of the layers of lip balm he always applied.

“Don’t steal her all to yourself, hyung.” Jay cocked his head to your side, pressing a kiss at your neck as well. His lips felt warm over your neck, in total contrast to Heeseung.

“Are you guys done?” You chuckled, playfully glaring in Jay’s directions, “Horndogs.”

“I mean—” Jay looked at Heeseung, who was smirking, “She is right.” You heard Heeseung chuckle, “We are not staying civil tonight with that dress on you.”

“Didn't think so.” You mumbled.

And it wasn't like you even wanted them to.

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The car ride to the event played out in the usual shenanigans.

Both of your thighs were squeezed by two veiny hands, your right by Heeseung’s and your left by Jay’s. Heeseung was fighting his demons hard not to reach up the dress slit and dive into you with his fingers. You didn't really want him to though; your eyes kept wavering over the rings that both the men wore, imagining what they’d feel like pressed harshly to your throbbing cunt. You were also fighting your demons to not unbutton their silk shirts with your teeth right now.

The car came to a stumbling halt, right as you were feeling sleep hug your eyes. Jolting awake, you glanced to your left to see the faint flashes of cameras appear from the dark window.

The press, media, stardom, fame. In short, all you’d worked your ass off for. You often get reminded of that everytime you attend an event like this one.

“Alright, doll?” Heeseung leaned in and whispered in your ear, his hot breath fanning your skin softly. You were suddenly reminded of the fact that your shoulders were to be on naked display all evening, when Heeseung suddenly pressed his lips against the skin on the top of your right shoulder.

“You want me to get in trouble, don’t you?” Your voice wavered only for a moment, when Heeseung stopped his sensual attack on your body. He looked up at you, his doe-like eyes darkened to form half moons.

But before you or he could say anything, you felt another similar sensation against your left shoulder.

“I am a victim of sabotage.” You said blankly, making Heeseung laugh as you turned your head to your left to see Jay’s widened eyes looking up at you, whilst pressing feather-light kisses onto your shoulder. He raised a brow, and rose up straight again.

“Don’t worry sweetheart.” He said, his hair falling ethereally onto his face was distracting you, “You’ll have plenty of sabotage when we get home.”

“Oh yeah.” Heeseung’s whispering voice sent ripples throughout your body, “Loads better.”

You were thankful for the partition in the car in between the driver seat and the back seats. And for the darkened windows as well. All of them contributed in hiding your extremely red face and an expression that said ‘I will kill you both’ but also ‘fuck me hard till you break the bed’.

You were greeted with the intense white light from the cameras as you stepped out of the car, aided ever so graciously by Jay’s gentlemanly outstretched hand, which you grudgingly took as a gesture of goodwill.

The media wouldn't know just how hard Heeseung had smacked your ass as you were climbing out from the car.

The spotlight moment on the red carpet was perhaps even worse.

Were you exaggerating? Maybe. But were you also trying hard not to crumble into pieces right there and then when Heeseung and Jay took turns in pulling you by the waist in the most attractive way possible? Definitely.

“I actually hate you both.” You mumbled as soon as you got inside the main lobby, finally free from the cauldron stares and the reporters commenting on what they’ll write about your ‘provocative’ dress. You didnt really give a fuck anyway, but it was nice to see Heeseung send murderous glares towards them.

“Not our fault you’re way too pretty.” Jay snickered, mimicking your words from earlier and fiddling with his rings. Heeseung silently agreed, his hand softly squeezing your ass serving as testimony. You rolled your eyes, resorting to putting on your game face—a.k.a the sweetest smile you could muster—to impress whoever the hell you were meeting.

You had heard earlier that day that your friend and MC partner Hanbin, of Zerobaseone, was also going to be present at the event. You hadn't told the guys, keeping it your little secret, so as to have an impromptu encounter with him at the venue.

Plus, Hanbin and you talking would certainly add fuel to the flame of your dating rumours, which had already been cleared a long time ago.

However, it was still fresh in Jay and Heeseung’s minds, and you had been taught from early childhood that revenge was a dish best served cold.

Entering the main venue, you were blinded by the flash of all the diamonds and jewels on display. Rows of rings and bracelets studded with jewels flanked every corner, and a multitude of opulent necklaces stood right in the centre. Your eyes were practically gleaming as you saw the earrings.

Soon enough, you, Jay, and Heeseung walked off in different directions, agreeing to meet up at a spot when it was time to go home.

You raced your eyes through the room, trying to spot Hanbin, walking blindly towards the bracelets in your attempt. You were momentarily distracted by the jewelry; it was seducing you into its gold and ruby grasps, and it was safe to say you were sold.

Giving a quick smile to the man behind the counter, you dropped your head down to the lines of bracelets—all sitting atop small black pillows. A lustrous silver one caught your attention first. It was engraved with the brand’s name on the inside and was decorated with carefully carved emeralds all over it. It would have looked amazing on the green dress you owned. Especially with your silver heel—

“Y/N?”

Hanbin.

Jackpot!

“Hey!” You exclaimed surprisedly, as if you hadn't been waiting for him to come, “Fancy seeing you here, oppa.”

“Yeah.” Hanbin shrugged, he was still getting used to you calling him ‘oppa’, “Wow, I didn't know you were here. You look beautiful.” You had to admit that Hanbin did make you blush often, and to be honest you wouldn't mind if any dating rumours crop out of this.

But unfortunately, there were some people who would mind direly.

“I’m here with my members actually.” You chuckled, “Jay and Heeseung. I’m sure they’re drowning in the free champagne though.” You giggled, trying to catch Hanbin off guard, “Were you browsing the bracelets, as well?”

“Matthew will murder me if I don’t get him a bracelet back.” Hanbin chuckled, “Do you have any recommendations?” You smiled sweetly at him and diverted your gaze back to the silver bracelet.

“I do like that one.” You nodded towards the bracelet, “I haven't tried it on yet though.” You chuckled, “Anyway I have way too many bracelets back home, I don't think I’ll buy this one.” Hanbin frowned slightly and asked the man standing behind the counter to show you the piece of silver, completely ignoring your protests.

“Now what kind of an MC partner would I be if I don’t get you a gift hm?” Hanbin smiled softly, putting the jewelry gently around your wrist, “Consider it an advance birthday present.” You giggled at this proposition, knowing well enough that your birthday was months away.

The bracelet looked expensive on you, the cold metal pressing against your skin and illuminating it with its numerous emeralds. Whoever designed this deserved to get a promotion in your high opinion. It shined in all its majesty on your wrist; you felt like it had the ability to make its wearer’s aura—an arcane one. You certainly felt mysterious.

"It's so beautiful…" You mumbled under your breath, “I love it.” You beamed up at Hanbin, who grinned back, “Now, should we choose Matthew’s present?"

"Well, I guess I'll be taking this one as well." Hanbin winked at you, "Along with Matthew's present, of course." He turned his eyes back to the glimmering collection, "How do you think he'll feel about that gold one over there?"

The conversation drifted on for about fifteen minutes, though you kept no track of time. It went from bracelets, to packed schedules, to comebacks and eventually, the well-being of each other's members.

While you chatted away merrily with your friend, two pairs of shimmering eyes stared from the distance, seeing nothing but red painted in the scene in front of them.

While jealousy or pettiness could never easily be seen on Jay’s face, it could be seen as bright as day on Heeseung’s. And boy did he look like an angry bull staring at the matador in the fighting ring.

“You should probably fix your face, hyung.” Jay sipped his champagne, it tasted disgusting, but it was still free alcohol.

“She’s touching his arm.” Heeseung grumbled into his own glass. Though he knew you were a grown woman who could handle yourself and make your own decisions and choices, deep down, he felt that pang of childish jealousy pierce his heart, as he saw you laugh with Hanbin in the distance. The lingering looks and slight touches made his ears turn furiously red.

Jay wasn't any better either. He was unbelievingly horny, and the way your dress draped around your hips so fucking perfectly made his dick ache. His image would probably be in shambles right now; the fabric of his pants wasn't really made for a hard cock.

“Should we go over then?” He suggested, to which the older man simply nodded, downing the rest of his champagne. Jay held onto his own glass though—something to put pressure against.

You, on the other hand, kept chattering away with Hanbin, not so subtly glancing over at ‘your’ men on the other side of the room. Hanbin thankfully didn’t notice—maybe his peripheral vision wasn’t as great as yours was—because he didn't internally smirk evilly when the oldest members of Enhypen started to approach him.

“Oh hey guys.” you exclaimed in an unusually high pitched voice, along with widened eyes, “Look who I found!” You tilted your head towards Hanbin, who smiled sweetly at Heeseung and extended his hand forward. You prayed to whichever God was listening that Heeseung didn't crush his hand—because from the look on his face, he looked like he really, really wanted to. You wondered if Hanbin was choosing to ignore it, or if he really was that sweet of a soul.

“What were you guys looking at?” Jay asked, turning Hanbin’s attention to him, “We were just over there by the rings and we got so distracted we didn't even notice you guys!”

Liar, you thought, they definitely noticed you, and boy did they definitely see you touching his arm.

“I was just buying this pretty thing.” Hanbin pointed to the bracelet on your wrist, “For a pretty girl, of course.” A blush crept to your cheeks and all Heeseung saw was red.

“Oh yeah, we were also looking at stuff for Y/N.” Heeseung forced a laugh, “Speaking of which—” He directed his surprisingly softened eyes towards you, “—do you wanna check out the things we got?”

Oh how well your plan was working.

“Actually, I was helping Hanbin oppa pick out a bracelet for Matthew.” The mere word ‘oppa’ was the final knife to the boys’ hearts, “I’ll be back after a minute, if that's alright?” Your eyes sparkled mischievously as you looked at Jay with the most innocent look you could muster.

“Of course it’ll be alright.” Jay smiled gently, and soon enough, dragged a very unwilling Heeseung off towards the fountains of champagne.

You pressed a freshly-plucked-from-the-waiter glass of champagne to your bosom and picked up the conversation with Hanbin again. You couldn't feel the influence of the alcohol work on you any time soon, though you were fervently hoping for it to. Orgasms always feel better when one is drunk, in your opinion.

From the corner of your eye, Heeseung and Jay seemed to shine in all their majestic glory, with their sleek clothes and their very seductive jewelry. And also their furrowed brows, which switched to polite, saccharine smiles within seconds.

It was a good thing your dress was so easily accessible.

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The pressure on your back felt painfully arousing as Heeseung pressed you to his bedroom wall. The rough feeling of his lips made you whine in between the sloppy kiss. His hand travelled up your leg, to your chest, cupping your breast in his warm fingers. Just that would have been enough to make you cream—what with how stimulated you were at the moment.

You heard Heeseung’s shaky breaths so close to your ear; your face instantly felt like it's on fire, considering how good his hand squeezing the shit out of your tit made you feel. The soft and warm combination of skin and fabric under his hand feels so right and he immediately notices your hard nipple, visible through the fabric.

"Fuck, you really want this, huh?" Now his lips are brushing over your shoulder and the slight growl in his voice makes something deep inside you tighten, "Dirty little baby." If he only knew for how long you'd been craving this, ever since you saw him in that stupid white coat and that stupid jewelry.

Heeseung's lips feel so soft on your shoulder and you move your head a bit to the side, just to give him more room to play with, which he immediately takes advantage of. His lips trail over your shoulder to your neck and he gently starts to suck on that sweet spot, drawing more of those sweet sounds out of you. The sight of Jay in the corner, slowly removing his jacket disappears, drowned out by Heeseung's erratic breathing, and his moans against your neck.

“Heeseung….” You sighed, “...want—want your cock—please..” Your sentence was spoken in a daze, an almost incorrigible accent that only the man in front of you could comprehend.

“Baby wants my cock?” Heeseung almost cooed, one of his hands trailed down your body again to find your exposed thigh, giving it a good squeeze before speaking again, “You’re so demanding aren't you sweetheart?” His hands venture deeper, fingers pressing against the inside of your thigh, tracing a deliberate path that makes your body tremble under his touch, “Promise you'll be a good girl for daddy then?” You only nod, but even that’s enough for Heeseung to roughly cup your pussy in his hand, “Words baby, use your words.”

“I–ahhh” Your words couldn't even begin to come out, Heeseung’s body put so much pressure against yours “—be your good girl—all yours daddy,” you beg, voice still strained with sleep, “please—need it inside.”

Heeseung suddenly nibbled on your neck, making you flinch momentarily. The gentle bite on your sensitive skin sent another shiver down your spine, stirring a mix of warmth that made your pulse race. He trailed your neck with a series of kisses and wet sucks, his breath hot against your skin.

“Ngh…” Each touch left you almost breathless, and the heat between you growing with every passing moment, making your toes curl and you moan softly by his ear.

“What do you think Jay?” Heeseung called out to the younger man, “Does she deserve my cock?”

From the corner of your eye, you could see Jay sitting all relaxed on Heeseung’s gaming chair. His coat was nowhere to be seen and his bracelet and earrings were removed. He titled his head to the side and—in the barely lit atmosphere—you could spot that smug smile dancing on his lips.

“Hmm, I don't know…” He slowly got up and stuffed his hands into his pant pockets, “I don't think she needs it.” You internally swore at Jay, all words that could get out from your mouth, if Heeseung wasn't cupping your pussy so well at the moment.

“All yours then.” Heeseung’s hands abruptly left your skin, “You may want to keep it quiet though, the others might wake up.” He winked and strode away towards his lounge chair in the corner of the room.

You didn't even get time to take a breath before Jay’s soft lips were on yours. Deep passionate kisses were making you vibrate more and more from excitement. Your tongues were fighting with each other for dominance; it was a sure thing that Jay won. You were so hungry each time your lips touched, so desperate for him, for his body and what you knew it could do to you.

"You taste so good…" Jay mumbled in between the passionate moment, "pretty baby" Heat spread all throughout your body at his compliment, he was always marvelous at pet-names. Jay couldn't wait any longer, he grabbed your hips and briskly lifted you up, his biceps flexing through his shirt as he did. He looked absolutely succulent.

Laying you down gently on the bed, he was quick to unbutton the first few buttons of his shirt, before he leaned over you and connected your lips together again. You broke the kiss just to see his chest peek out from the slightly unbuttoned shirt. You were an expert at removing buttons by now and—naturally—you reached under his shirt and gently ran your fingers around his abs, which caught his breath.

"You like that huh?” he asked hurriedly, with a cocky smile hanging on his lips, “Needy little slut.” You looked up at him with hooded eyes, giving him a chance to start kissing you again, more likely, guzzle your face. He was rough and wild but at the same time tender and loving. This combination always made a total waterfall flow between your legs.

He was holding you by your waist, really digging his strong fingers into your flesh, making you moan into the hungry kisses. Jay’s hand traveled up the slit of your dress and his fingers hook themselves onto the waistband of your drenched panties. Ever the expert, he pulls them off faster than you can comprehend.

Your hands meanwhile fly to his pants, pulling down the zipper to leave him in his boxers, which he wrenches them too, impatiently. The atmosphere of the room becomes quite heated as you look up at him with those wide, trusting eyes, and something in him cracks wide open. The tenderness of your gaze pulls at him, like a tether pulling him back from the edge, but that heat still smolders in his blood, fierce and unyielding.

In one rough tug, he yanks you towards the edge of the bed as he falls to his knees. Your hips held tight in Jay’s hands as he lurched forward, burying his nose in the soft junction where your leg and inner thigh meet. You let out a shuddering breath, the scent of your arousal swirling through the air is enough to make him crave more.

Looking down at him, you chew on the inside of your lip, knowing you have his undivided attention when you speak up, “You gonna stick that tongue inside of me or do I have to wait?”

Jay looks up and squeezes your thigh, making you look him in the eyes. He lets himself drink in the way you look. So soft and serene, like some kind of invitation that begs him closer. You look at him and grin, eager to get him as riled up as possible before you feel a sudden movement as he pulls your legs completely apart.

“Pretty girl sure knows how to run that mouth huh?” He says, and your hips jerk up slightly on their own volition, desperate for any friction, Jay runs his tongue over his lips, “She wants me to shut it up for her, doesn't she?”

It was evident he didn't need an answer when you felt his tongue glide through your folds; he had found his new home between your legs. You shudder, a sweet little mewl escaping your throat involuntarily. you can't help but blush at your own reaction, slightly embarrassed by it. You tear your eyes away from the erotic way Jay’s eyes closed as if he was enjoying his most favourite meal. Your head falls back as a deep moan rips into the air.

An amazing taste blooms on his tongue, crisp and bright with hints of whatever cranberry potion you were drinking and that faint yeasty richness at the back of Jay’s throat. They dance across his palate, leaving a lingering sweetness through his veins that doesn’t soothe his nerves so much as ignite something beneath them, something warmer, deeper, curling into his bloodstream.

Your mouth dropped open in another devastatingly desperate noise, your hands twisted his hair roughly, soft breasts rising and falling each time you gasped for air. The dim light of the room highlighted the curves of your body, slick and shining with a thin sheen of sweat.

His nose nudged your clit, his tongue lapping at your entrance with long, languid strokes, and your moans filled the room, soft and breathy. Jay groaned deeply, the sound muffled as he pressed his face impossibly closer to your core, his lips locking around your clit. Each sound he made was guttural, desperate, like he was losing himself in the taste of you.

His tongue flicking between your folds, you gasped, scrambling to grip his arms as he dragged your hips across his mouth. “you taste amazing, holy fuck.” He circled your clit, sucking the sensitive bud before digging his fingers into your skin. No matter how many times Jay found his head between your thighs, he could never get used to how intoxicating you were, all of his senses and primal instincts honing in on fucking you stupid.

Your hands buried themselves in his hair, tugging him closer, and he groaned into you, letting his tongue delve deeper, seeking out every bit of sweetness he could coax from you. It’s pure sin, each sound you made, each shiver that ran through you as he took his time, drinking you down like a man starved. You cried out, eyes fluttering shut as you clenched around nothing.

“F-Feels so good…oh fuck—daddy!” His chest filled with pride as you writhed above him. Despite his mouth working wonders on your soaked cunt, you felt so empty, wanting nothing more than to feel the delicious stretch of his cock.His hands gripped your thighs tightly, anchoring himself to you as his nose pressed against your folds, adding pressure in all the right places.

“Oh daddy…..” you whispered, your voice trembling as you combed your fingers through his hair, guiding him exactly where you needed him, “Harder—go harder please…” Jay moaned against you, the sound low and wrecked, and he obeyed without hesitation, sucking harder, his tongue darting out to flick over the swollen nub between pulls.

He thrusts his tongue greedily, pulling out almost fully until he somehow goes in deeper. It’s not fast but it’s not slow either, just enough that it leaves you reeling. The stretch is something you could never get used to; it only just borders on pain that makes it feel deliriously good. All you can offer him are broken gasps as you find purchase on his shoulders with your nails, digging into the flesh.

“need you inside, daddy,” you looked down at him, “fuck me.” Jay’s cock strains, pulsing in time with each pump of his blood through his shaft, circling around the base, threatening to expand even without the tight grip of your pussy surrounding him.

He inhales deep, greedy lungfuls of your scent. A guttural growl rumbles through his chest, his eyes screwing shut at the sheer amount of too much that courses through him. He feels dizzy with it, high on the pheromones pumping from you in waves.

“Fuck it—can’t wait.” He mumbles. His lips parted from your pussy in mere seconds and before you knew it, you were pressed flat against the bed. You could taste the cranberry tones of your own cum on his lips, he looked absolutely beautiful with his face all red and his mouth smeared with your spillage.

"Tch tch." You heard the clicking of a tongue in the background, “So I don’t get to have her then, do I?”

Jay slowed down at Heeseung’s brooding voice and closed his eyes for a second, taking in a deep breath before he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your cheek, “Have fun with him, princess.” He smirked and climbed down the bed.

From the corner of your eye, you could see the tall figure of Heeseung slowly approaching, his hands in his pockets and his chest peeking out from his slightly unbuttoned shirt. He places his knee at the foot of the bed and he climbs up to you. Sitting on his knees, in between your legs, he smirks.

“You didn't cum properly with Jay, did you baby?” He tilts his head at you. Jay scoffs from somewhere in the corner, “Oh be a good sport, Jongseong.” Heeseung’s smile remains as calm as ever.

“You’re basically saying you can fuck her better than i can.” Jay chuckles, “And I'm supposed to be a good sport.”

“Oh no, that’s not what I meant at all.” Heeseung leans down and presses his lips to your neck, sucking on the spot for a second or so—though it felt like eternity to you, “I’m only saying she prefers cock more than tongue.” His deer-like eyes had a carnivorous lust behind them, “Isn't that right, baby?” Heeseung leaned in and blew cold air onto your neck, making you shiver. He smirked and kissed your neck softly, licking the slick skin.

You looked up at him with dopey, half-lidded eyes, sneaking eager hands under his button up and undershirt. your fingers trace over his skin, pressing into the soft warmth of his stomach, his body heat sinking into your palms.

Heeseung took this as a sign to peel off his layers, pulling them off with ease and adding them to the pile of discarded clothes. You spend a moment gaping at his torso before he lowers himself on top of you, dragging his lips up your neck as he does so. You whine when he begins sucking at your pulse point, teeth scraping your skin every so often.

“Fuck—needy baby wants my cock huh?” He kisses at your collarbone, lips catching on the exposed skin of your chest, then breasts as he slowly pulls you up to place you on your ass. He strips off his pants and boxers and grabs your waist once more as he sinks into the pile of pillows, purposefully—and rather masterfully—avoiding where you need him most. He runs his hands up and down your thighs, while you settle down on his hips, smooth fingertips caressing your skin, squeezing in intervals.

You didn't know if it was the pure fact that you were one horny bitch or if you were just really craving cock, but the sight of Heeseung’s beautiful dick made you stare. It was so thick and heavy, the mushroom tip was already glistening with pre-cum. You always did say that his dick was the prettiest out of all of them—which earned you quite a lot of rough sex last year. Heeseung’s body was hot, his skin flushed as he relaxed into the mattress even more.

“Go on sweetheart.” He said, in that cocky, condescending tone that always made your pussy gush like a fountain, “Ride it like a good little slut.”

Your hips find their home atop his and you nestle against him. You sink down on his cock, gasping as he fills you perfectly—at this point, you've memorised every vein on that thing. You love how he fills you so completely, how you almost, almost struggle to take him in all the way.

Heeseung’s hands immediately search for your thighs, pawing at the flesh as he looks up at you. you drink in his expression, the way he's looking at you through his heavy eyelids, his bare chest rising and falling.

“Fuck,” He muttered under his breath, his hands were really digging into your naked flesh “Such a fucking slut—treatin’ me so gooodd…..” Heeseung slurred his words as if he was heavy under the influence—of your scent, your pretty pussy wrapped ‘round him, and just the sight of you.

Heeseung was stretching you really hard, but you were still full of his dick inside you. From time to time, his base was touching your sensitive clit, making it even harder to keep you quiet. He easily found your g-spot; it wasn't a surprise considering how he knew each corner of your body like the back of his hand. “Fuck—oh fucking hell—oh daddy!” your eyes rolled back and at the same time you whined, “F-feel so good—ahh goddd”

Your walls stretched deliciously around the welcomed intrusion that was his length, your pussy clenching around him for all that he had. The sounds falling from your lips were nothing short of pornographic, the moans and choked sobs only pushing Heeseung closer to the edge.

"fuck. . ." He huffs, his eyes fluttering shut as he grasps your thighs, sinking into the bed. He hates how tired he was already getting but damn if you don't look like the prettiest little thing bouncing on his cock like that.

You whine and try to take more. Another inch disappears inside you and your thighs tremble as you focus on breathing.

"You're so big," you whine when you take another inch. A shaky breath slips past his lips and his hand tightens on your skin.

“Been thinking about you all day,” he mutters, voice thick and dark, “Looked so damn good in that tiny little dress.” His knuckles brush against your thigh, then tighten, holding you in place.

The rough hands on your hips drifted upwards, finding their home around your neck, gently still. But even the soft grip had you reeling, gripping his wrists. The room was heated, and you felt as if you were going to explode. This would definitely leave a few marks on your neck—nothing some makeup couldn't fix.

Every clench of your walls around his length shoots a thrill straight to his stomach, making him ache with the urge to crawl into your skin.The overwhelming need to take you completely, to mark you and fill you, pulses through his veins until he feels like he might explode.

You indulge him, working down over his cock with your tight hole, clamping around him as your hips meet his over and over. He's groaning, grumbling, eyes fluttering shut as he's lost in the way you take him.

Soon you started to feel that strange feeling in your lower abdomen, that you need to go to the bathroom, that burning flame, that twirling writhing feeling, all together clearly proved that you were on the edge and you won't hold it in for long.

Heeseung wasn't much better off. You were so incredibly tight around him, your pussy was literally just perfect. His veins were pulsating and his dick was twitching inside you, his heartbeat accelerated and he already lost control over his movements. He was so consumed by his climax that he had no idea what his hips were doing and how hard or fast he was thrusting into you.

“Fuck. Me.” he groans under his breath, hissing and bucking his hips when you tighten around him and cry out.

“Shit—cumming!” You all but scream. Your eyes roll back and your toes dig into his leg, bruising his calf. His tip hits your cervix hard, hot cum pooling deep in your core, spilling out of him for longer than you thought possible. His breath is ragged and his chest heaving as his body jerks around you.

Exhausted, you lean forward, such that your face is close to his. His cock still rested inside of you, and he brought a hand up to caress your cheek.Your skin blooms with warmth beneath his touch, and he grins against your neck, the edge of his teeth grazing you just enough to make you squirm.

“We should let Jay have a turn too, shouldn't we baby?” He asked through ragged breaths, “Or you’re too tired?”

“Fuck no.” You huffed, looking at him with widened eyes. Lifting your hips up gently, you whined as you felt his length leave the warmth of your pussy.

You landed on your stomach as you rolled over to the edge of the bed. Curling your back, you sat up on your arms, and looked at Jay, who was sitting calmly on an armchair. Or so you thought, until you noticed—through your euphoria-filled eyes—that his chest was rising and falling rapidly. The place where he sat looked wet to you—and truth be told—so did his dick. You smirked and tilted your head at him.

“You could have at least told me you were touching yourself..” You said, in a sultry tone, “You know I would have loved to watch.” You dramatically sighed and looked at him with the best sparkling doe eyes you could muster, “But you don't love me enough to tell me, do you daddy?”

If there was one word to describe what Jay was experiencing at the moment on seeing your plump lips shaped in a pout, it would be the word ‘melting’. Your body looked stunning, draped in the covers of the night like some sort of expensive silk. Jay’s heart beat fast, though he didn't show it on his face. He only cocked his head to the side and smiled.

“Maybe next time, princess.” He said coolly as if his dick was rock hard by this point at the sight of your tits. You heard Heeseung mutter ‘if there is a next time’ and you rolled your eyes; he never really liked sharing you. You smiled at Jay and extended your hand forward, “Join us?”

The pure need lacing your words, your scent calling out to him, the way he felt his cock getting soaked with precum all pulled him deeper into the recesses of his brain. The mounting desperation to stuff you full of his cock finally reached a fever pitch.

And before he knew it, Jay was lying next to you. He could see Heeseung over on your other side; he looked as if he had died from the mind-blowing orgasm you had given him.

Your arms circled his shoulders, clawing at the smooth skin. “Need your cock so bad, Jay.” Jay was about to implode from the inside at your sparkling doe-eyes. Who was he to refuse such a pretty girl like you?

The head of his cock pushes between your folds momentarily before he's teasing your labia, slipping the underside of his tip over it in lazy, noisy circles until you whine.

“J-Jay..” You whimpered, feeling his hard tip nudge your aching cunt, “daddy, don't tease”

“You’re right, baby, I’m sorry,” he croons, pressing his lips to your hair as he notches his cock at your dripping entrance and slowly begins to push in. “You’re being so good for daddy aren't you?”

"Fuck...oh God.." you cry out slightly as he pressed your chest to his, his hand wrapped snug around your body. "Damn it.." he huffed slightly when you squeezed around him, his eyebrows knitting down.

He groaned deeply, gritting his teeth as he pressed in further, each inch a battle against the tight, molten heat that grips him like a vice. Your body shuddered as he filled you, your slick warmth pulling him deeper and deeper, and he sank further in until he’s fully seated, his hips flush with yours.

“pussy’s so fucking tight,” he grates, his hand cupping the back of your neck, coaxing you to look at him, lips close enough to taste the heat radiating from his skin, “squeezing me so good, baby.”

"Ah—ah!" you gasp, your voice breathy, edged with desperation as he pushes you to the brink of insanity "Harder—daddy, want it harder…."

"Look at you," he breathed, "takin' me so well. Perfect little cunt, fuck-"

Your eyelids fluttered and your mouth dropped open, his filthy words pushing you closer and closer to your peak. You felt the heat pooling low at the base of your spine and your breathing was reduced to sharp gasps.

His hands pushed and pulled your body up and down—fast—and it had your fingers digging into his chest for balance.

"Shit...feels so good," he moaned, jaw slack and eyes glassy as he watched you whine and writhe. Sweat dotted your forehead and you felt that familiar crest swelling deep inside.

"Jay—" you pant, voice cracked and hoarse.

"I got you, sweetheart," he murmured before harshly snapping his hips. You moaned his name and squeezed your eyes shut, the angle stealing your breath and making your thighs shake. A hand pressed on the base of your spine, pushing you down and holding you still while he fucked up into you. Each bruising thrust had you whimpering into his neck but you're so fucking close, you just sit there and take it until the dam breaks and you practically screamed out his name, your voice echoing off the walls in the dark.

“You’re really enjoying yourselves without me aren’t you?” Heeseung’s voice cut through the air like a hot knife through butter, “What amazing friends I have.” Though your ears were ringing too loudly and your blood was pumping too fast, you still felt his hot breath waver down your neck and back.

“We are.” Jay roughly responded; his thrusts had slowed down considerably and he was now looking at Heeseung, “And if you wanna join us hyung, quit whining already.”

“That impatient for some pussy huh?” Heeseung smirks and presses the head of his cock agasint your ass You savor the delicious stretch of him as he pushes his hips forward, nails scratching the skin of Jay’s back with the motion, your walls squeezing around Jay’s shaft, “Fuck—pretty ass always remembers me doesnt she?”

You gasp with a nod, arching your back as Heeseung suddenly fills you completely. Your nails dig even deeper, maybe even drawing blood on Jay’s back. You turn to look at Heeseung and instantly see the hunger in his eyes. Jay’s hands grip your hips and he starts to move, slow and deliberate at first. Each thrust sends finite sparks of pleasure through your body, helpless to the small moans that escape your lips.

“Heeseung!” You’d squeal. “Fucking hell….”

“Using your big girl words, baby?” Heeseung chuckles breathily as he eases inside of you, but his length is astounding, nudging deep against your back before he’s even fully sheathed. His thrusts are fumbling at first, hearing the deep breaths he takes as he adjusts to the intense feeling around his cock.

Jay leans in slightly, mesmerized by your twisted expression of obvious pleasure but also at how fucking amazing your pussy felt as it hugged his hug so warmly.He felt a jolt of electricity through him with each kiss of his cock against your cervix, in the way your lips fit in the junction of his neck, in the red welts your nails left on the skin of his back.

Eventually the two men find a steady rhythm that had you gasping with every thrust, fingers crawling up Jay’s bare back until you reach his face, fingers curling around the back of his neck as you moan like a girl in a porno drooling over the sheets.

A broken, shaky noise falls from Heeseung’s lips as he buries his face in your neck. He mouths at your skin desperately, presses his nose to where your scent is the strongest.

You whine, Jay’s back was probably all scarred by now, as the room fills with the lewd sound of skin on skin. Heeseung always liked it rough, plus—you'd known him long enough to know how he liked to channel his anger into sex. And he was fucking good at it. You'd take it, again and again, as harsh as he wanted to give. Because you knew that as soon as you were done, he'd be scrambling to pepper soft kisses along your neck, praising you for how good you'd been for him.

The ache between your legs forms into a burn from how hard they fuck you, chasing their own high now. Your lips press weak kisses against Jay's throat. You feel the vibrations from his grunts and the salty taste of his skin.

“You like that baby?” Heeseung chuckles, “You like the way our cocks fill you up?” Jay chuckles as well.

“Yeah she does.” He accentuates every word with a harsh, toe curling thrust, “Our pretty little slut.”

The pressure is mind-numbing, your walls clenching around them in rhythmic pulses that make your vision blur. Jay stills for just a second, savoring the way your body stretches around him, hugging him in a way that feels like it was made for him alone.

You feel yourself on the brink of coming undone, every stroke of Jay’s cock pushing you closer to tumbling over the edge. The fluttering tell of your cunt steals a moan deep from Jay’s chest. He picks up the pace of his thrusts with a steeled jaw, the bed frame squeaking noisily against the tiled floor as he rocks you back and forth unrelentingly.

Heeseung clenched his teeth as his balls slapped against your ass. He kept muttering something under his breath as he aggressively rammed his cock headlong into you. You just let yourself be led, he had full control over you and you fucking loved it.

He bottomed out and went all the way to the hilt, his tip kissing your cervix. You cry out as his balls slapped against your ass with each thrust, the sound mixed in with the already lewd noises of your moans and wet slapping.

“Dirty fucking baby.” he panted, his hot breath sending additional shivers down your spine, “Getting what you wanted, sweetheart?” His words rasped between short breaths.

You merely whimper to his question, too fucked out to say anything at all. Soon, however, the conflicted mewls melt into a rhythmic string of delicate, short moans, so pretty it’s like a practiced song.

“Need to cum—ahh ah!” you beg breathlessly, and you can feel the movement of their cocks speeding up as they get desperate. Jay sucks in a breath through his teeth at your plaintive request—the words bring him that much closer to finishing.

“Please,” you whispered, and it’s the first word that you’ve been able to make out in the last several moments, “Please, please, please—” You’re so desperate that it borders on pathetic, you’re practically whining with need, “Fuck, I need—I need-”

It was so cliche. The need to finish that sentence was gone as you couldn’t control it, feeling the knot tied so uncomfortably tightly in your pelvis untie. You tried to keep it back, hold it in but it refused; your hips wriggled uncontrollably as your orgasm came ripping through your body.

You cum with a broken sob, an intense wave of ecstasy washing over as Jay works you masterfully through your orgasm. Heeseung’s approving moan mingles with your cries of pleasure, working silently at your ass as you work through your frantic breathing, palming Jay’s back gently at his squeezes comfortingly at your thighs.

The ache in your cunt is devastating but both of them watch with admiration as the opaque liquid pushes out of your hole as your cunt spasms. Flashes of release spraying your insides play behind Heeseung’s closed eyes, thoughts of drenching you so thoroughly that it has to take only forcing his hips to slam against the rippling muscle of your ass like you have your own magnetic pull.

Jay’s cock curved inside of you, kissing a soft spot that you weren’t even aware you had. His pace slowed, becoming sloppier, rushed, his hips snappy. The way your walls squeezed around him, trying to milk him till he was dry, it made him let out a deep sigh.

You slumped back in Heeseung’s arms just as both of them slowly pulled out, making you whimper. Your pussy was probably dead by now and a wave of relief passed through you as you realised you had a rest day tomorrow. There was no way in hell your legs could function properly for another three weeks.

"You alright, baby?" Heeseung pressed a soft kiss to your temple. You chuckled.

"I'm at least more alive than he is." You poked at the lifeless, snoring body of Jay, who looked as if he had attained eternal peace.

"Better follow in his footsteps then." Heeseung laughed, and pressed another kiss as you relaxed into his body, "Night, baby."

"Goodnight, Heeseung." You yawned and let him hold you close to his body, providing you with intimate comfort. You smiled to yourself before you drifted off to sleep.

What a productive day it had been.

[hullcityfc]

Added a new cd to my collection. Back in 2003 while promoting their upcoming albums Fall Out Boy and Less Than Jake had a split ep. Only found out this existed a few weeks ago and by luck found one for sale on discogs.

Doesn't this look so cool

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Saga of Solitude 19/21

Nepo!Baby Bradley and his life at USNA and afterwards. DADT fully in force. IceMav AU. (Begun prior to 'It's not who you know' - the non-angsty version). (Side Hangster, which is ALSO angsty).

PROLOGUE (He remembers)

HANGSTER FIRST MEETING (Lonely Nights - set 2009)

PREVIOUS CHAPTERS

ONE (2000) TWO (2001) THREE (2002) FOUR (2003) FIVE (2004) SIX (2005) SEVEN (2006) EIGHT (2007) NINE (2008) TEN (2009) ELEVEN (2010) TWELVE (2011) THIRTEEN (2012) FOURTEEN (2013) FIFTEEN (2014) SIXTEEN (2015) SEVENTEEN (2016) EIGHTEEN (2017)

CHAPTER NINETEEN – 2018

            Pete makes sure he’s home for it, wants to watch SpaceX launch its Falcon Heavy rocket with Ice, because while he loves flying he’s always been fascinated with space. Not that he ever wants to go there, but he definitely still wants to watch. Tamsin makes the trek home as well, is spouting off something about the coding and he exchanges a look with Ice, that moment of shared understanding that they’ve managed to raise three amazing people into adulthood. He knows Melissa and Sarah did most of the work, but he can’t help feeling honored just to have been included in the support network. To have his girls call him Papa and give him shit, for them both and Bradley join him in teasing Ice.

            Tamsin passes up sitting with them on the sofa, instead insisting on the large single chair that Ducati and Ceccato tend to favor curling up on. Pete snorts, because sure enough they’re being passed over in favor of a couple of cats, one of whom curls up on Tamsin’s lap and the other which drapes itself over her shoulder like a type of scarf. He takes a picture and sends it to Petra, knows it will wind her up because her and Tamsin bicker over being the cats’ favorite human like it isn’t him. They all know it.

            He knows Tom has been feeling more settled, the acquiring of the dog last year along with the kittens is something he’s taken in stride happily, rather than with a look of pinched resignation or tired acceptance. Pete’s also noticed that somedays his wedding ring is missing from the bowl, like Ice has either forgotten to take it off, which is unlikely, or he’s deliberately left it on and worn his wedding ring to the office for everyone to see. It sends a thrill of possessiveness through him at the idea, but it’s mixed with a healthy dose of anxiety over potential reprisals. Not for him, but for Ice and his career.

            However, he’s certain Tom knows what he’s doing.

…         …         …

            He ends up deployed and in the same squad as Jake. Makes a vow to himself to treat him like… well. He’s not quite sure. But between a skittish kitten and a friend. He keeps a tight rein on his temper and tongue, careful that any teasing words are purely superficial and don’t cut too deep or imply anything that could be taken the wrong way. He forces himself to not react when Jake is an asshole, makes cutting comments at his expense. The others in their squad raise eyebrows and Bradley simply shrugs. Water off a ducks back. They don’t ruffle his feathers. Of course it makes Jake look like even more of an asshole, but he can’t help that.

            One liberty leave, a period so short there’s less than a day, the squad decide to stick together. Despite the uneasy truce that Bradley has declared in his own mind Jake watches him exactly like a wary cat would and Bradley can’t blame him. He continues trying his best to be friendly and polite. Like Jake is simply another squad member and someone he gets along with. Or a stranger he’s just met. Of course it’s not that simple, not with their history but still, he tries his best and the others can tell that the animosity is on Jake’s side, which also isn’t fair, but again, he can’t help that.

            They all end up going to see Infinity War and he grabs an extra packet of peanut MnMs, presses them into Jake’s hand and then steps away. Doesn’t want to give him the wrong idea. He’d like them to at least be friendly with one another.

            “What the fuck Bradshaw?”

            “Just… know they’re your favorite,” Bradley shrugs.

            “Keep your fucking candy to yourself Bradshaw…”

            As Jake shoves the bag of MnMs against his chest with far more force than necessary he gets more than one what the fuck look aimed his way and he just shakes his head minutely. Doesn’t want to cause drama, despite the fact that he seems to be doing that without even trying.

            He’s thirty-five.

            He feels like he should have more of his shit sorted out by now.

…         …         …

            He hears about the U.S. fighter jets intercepting Russian TU-95 bombers in Alaskan airspace and rubs at his temples, knows that is where Bradley currently is. The political climate causes him ongoing tension headaches and Melissa orders him in for a full medical, which show he’s developed stomach ulcers of all things. He’s given strict orders to reduce stress and he laughs without humor, because it’s part of the job. Then he finds out he’s being promoted and while his voice is cool and calm as he expresses his thanks for the honor his hands are shaking. He’s pretty sure this is going to be the opposite of reducing stress. He doesn’t particularly want to move to Pearl Harbor either.

            As he watches the world political climate change, and news about the planet’s actual climate he wonders how other people cope. He’s glad he can talk aloud to Harley and pretend he’s simply talking to the dog as he expresses his concerns about his husband and his kids, Sarah and Melissa, the world in general because it’s fucking depressing and he’s not even allowed a drink because it’ll make his stomach ulcer flare up.

            Great.

…         …         …

            When he gets the call that Petra is in hospital his world comes to a standstill. Ice has already organized transport for him, because as much as he would like to just get on his bike and drive it’s a bit far to fucking Daytona from North Island.

            A roller coaster.

            Of all things he imagined getting called about, a roller coaster never made the list. She’s in Daytona for a fucking driving course and racing experience and instead she’s a victim in a rogue roller coaster derailment. She wasn’t even on the damned thing, simply a bystander and as Pete sits on the plane, leg jiggling with nerves, he tries to tell himself that she’s fine. Ice, Melissa and Sarah wouldn’t have let him come alone if she wasn’t. That’s what he repeats to himself while he waits for a ride to the hospital. He hasn’t even stopped to pack a bag.

            He asks for directions and finds her room easily enough, pauses on the threshold as he takes her in, looking beaten up and a little pale, but otherwise whole. He lets out the breath he wasn’t even aware he was holding, thinks about the other times she’s hurt herself and fuck, he really needs to tell Ice how much he loves him. Knows he causes Ice this type of worry and stress too often and he should really try and cut back on that. He steps into the room and Petra’s eyes open to meet his and she gives him a weak smile.

            “Hi sweetheart…”

            “Hi Papa… thanks for coming.”

            “Nothing could keep me away. Your mom is coming as well, but I don’t think Melissa has quite the same pull as Ice does when it comes to booking tickets.”

            It’s not a funny joke, but it makes Petra laugh, although she immediately winces in pain and he flits from one side of the bed to the other, wonders if she should have more painkillers, or fluffed up pillows or… fuck. Melissa should be here. She’s the fucking doctor.

            “How is everyone else?”

            “What?”

            “There were others there. Is everyone okay?”

            “I… I don’t know. I’ll find out though okay. You just… worry about yourself right now okay?”

            “Papa, I’m fine. Stop… stop worrying.”

            “I… Petra. It’s literally in the job description.”

            “Captain Mitchell?”

            “Yes?”

            “I… I’m sorry Captain. You don’t have authority to be in here. It’s next of kin only.”

            “He’s my father…”

            “I’m… your father is listed as being Tom Kazansky.”

            “Yeah. My dad. But this is my papa.”

            “Tom Kazansky is my husband,” Pete offers.

            “Oh,” the nurse says, lips twisting and Pete isn’t sure how to take it, is used to years of homophobia, of hiding his relationship. The fact that he’s not even wearing his wedding ring even now makes him feel vulnerable in a weird way, that he’s somehow lying.

            “I’m over eighteen and can decide on my own visitors and care. And he’s my papa, he’s allowed to know everything,” Petra says, and Pete ducks his head at the jut of her jaw, the stubborn flare of anger in her eyes and her immediate defense of where he stands in her life. The nurse leaves and Pete guesses he’ll never know quite what they were thinking. Instead, he settles in the chair beside Petra to listen to her complain about hospital food and he guesses she must be feeling okay if that’s the worst thing she wants to complain about. He goes looking for news about the Sand Blaster roller coaster accident and is incredibly glad that he isn’t going to have to tell Petra that any of her friends have died. There are injuries, some bad, but no fatalities and he’s grateful for the fact.

            “Love you kid.”

            “Love you too Papa.”

…         …         …

            Tom hates that his thoughts jump immediately to Maverick when he’s alerted to the Horizon Air Bombardier being stolen from Seattle–Tacoma International Airport. He quickly dismisses the thought, knows Pete is in China Lake so it can’t be him. There are no passengers on board, so he makes the call to have some F15 fighter jets intercept. When the plane crashes and kills the 29-year-old male pilot he really wishes he could have a drink.

…         …         …

            Tamsin has an internship at NASA and her lips only twitch a little when she talks about the ICESAT-2. Bradley is the one to ask, because there’s clearly something funny she’s holding back. She’s announcing it with glee, that ICESAT-2 is the agency's most technologically advanced ice-monitoring spacecraft to date, and of course it makes the others laugh. Ice is less amused;

            “Tell me when they develop one to monitor Maverick…”

            Pete kicks him under the table.

…         …         …

            “You’re wearing your wedding ring…” Bradley blurts out, noticing it as Ice reaches into the box of popcorn.

            “Mmm,” Ice hums, staring at the ring on his finger and Bradley chews on his bottom lip, wants to ask why now because after thirty years surely it’s just a symbol.

            Oh fuck.

            Of course it is and symbols are powerful and have meaning and not being able to wear it must have been… difficult. Painful. It’s never just been anything.

            “Figured with my promotion there’s no reason to not wear it. I used to worry about making others uncomfortable. Now my rank makes people uncomfortable so I might as well give them another reason. It’s not my job to make people comfortable.”

            Bradley snorts, because he’s seen the impact Ice has on a room full of people, even when he’s in civvies and going to the movies he walks as if he’s in command.

            “Yeah, you scare most people shitless.”

            “So does Maverick,” Ice offers.

            “For different reasons,” Bradley says with a laugh and Ice laughs with him. They quieten down as the trailers start playing and he knows Ice has already seen it with Mav when it came out a couple of weeks ago, but when he’d said he was going to the movies to watch it, happy to go alone, Ice had offered to come with him. He knows Ice prefers company, the house too quiet when they’re all away even with the cats and dog. He doesn’t stay with them anymore unless he’s drunk. His own place, his parents’ old house, is all set up to his liking, with two guest bedrooms that both Tamsin and Petra use regularly enough for him to bitch about their hair and toiletries clogging up the bathroom. Natasha also uses it frequently, and Bradley likes them all treating it as theirs.

            The exit the movie and Bradley can understand why Ice was happy to go and see it again, he was already a fan of Queen, and knows creative licenses have probably been taken, but it was still damned entertaining, which he feels like is a good legacy of a movie.

            “Bradley… you’re being careful right?”

            “What?”

            “You’re being careful?”

            “Yeah, I heard you. I just don’t know what you mean…”

            “With sex. You aren’t… taking risks.”

            “Oh. Fuck. No. Hell no. I mean… if I was in a committed relationship, but no, I’m careful. Also I don’t know if you missed it, but I’m thirty-five, I’m not exactly out every night getting my dick wet even when I’m not deployed.”

            Ice looks a little pained, but he knows why Ice is asking, the movie didn’t shy away from the topic of AIDS or HIV but also he wonders if Ice is aware just how many sex talks he’s had to endure growing up with four parents. Melissa’s go-to has always been scare tactics.

            “Ice… you know Melissa has given me the safe sex talk right? And Sarah?”

            “Oh. Good. I know you’re sensible, but it’s easy to get complacent…”

            “You don’t want to know about Mav’s sex talk?”

            “I… do I?”

            “He shoved a bag filled with condoms and lube at me and told me he expected me to use them.”

            “Oh god…”

            “Yep. Between you, Melissa and Natasha’s cousin I got all my answers and then some. I’m good. You guys did good.”

            “We tried.”

(Next chapter - actual events of TGM! FINALLY!)

PART TWENTY (2019)

[falloutbradreviews]

Yellowcard – Ocean Avenue

I’ve made it no secret that my favorite Yellowcard album is 2012’s Southern Air, but 2003’s Ocean Avenue is a close second. Southern Air is one of those albums that’s a perfect distillation of everything they did up to that point, but also managing to be well-executed, well-written, and well-performed. It’s not just another Yellowcard album, even though it could have been. Their 2011 comeback album, When You’re Through Thinking, Say Yes, was more or less a “reunion” album that didn’t necessarily do anything to forward their sound, but it showed the band could still make a “Yellowcard album” after four years of being away. Southern Air, however, was the band with something to prove, as well as them firing on all cylinders. That album is an energetic pop-punk album with a lot of catchy hooks that harkened back to their earlier material but with a sense of maturity and wisdom in the lyrics and musicianship that made the album stick out quite a bit. The themes of the album are about getting older, not knowing where you’re going in life as you get older, and more adult themes in general (including the theme of miscarriage in a song), but the songs themselves are very catchy, fun, and energetic. Southern Air just feels like a great summer record, because it has a sense of wisdom and weariness that their earlier stuff lacked (I almost said maturity, but some of their later albums were very mature, despite how they were still relatively young), but that doesn’t mean their earlier stuff is bad or doesn’t hold up. Ocean Avenue is my second favorite Yellowcard album for the opposite reason of why I love Southern Air – Ocean Avenue was their second album with vocalist Ryan Key, and it felt like a sophomore album, because the band was almost completely different within their first two albums, but Ocean Avenue is a very youthful, energetic, and catchy album.

Ocean Avenue is a very nostalgic album, but it wasn’t nostalgic when it came out. At the time, it was just a solid and unique pop-punk record that included a violinist, but the album’s gotten a large following over the years. If anything, I think this album has held up even more over the years, because of the nostalgia that people have for it. A lot of people really love this album, and they credit this album with getting them into the genre, or even music itself sometimes, but this album has a youthful sound that makes me think back to when I was a kid. This album makes me think of when I was just getting into music, as well as when I was wide-eyed at the world, and I hadn’t really gotten out there to experience the harsh reality of how things really were. Southern Air, on the other hand, isn’t a bitter or jaded record, but it’s a record that has some wisdom and maturity that Ocean Avenue lacks. It’s almost like that record is looking back on Ocean Avenue and reflecting on the themes of that record while adding the life lessons that they’ve learned along the way, and speaking to their past selves. I could sit here and talk about how this album makes me feel young, because of its nostalgic and youthful themes that still hold up all of these years later, but I’ll let my buddy Jake take over to explain why this album works so well and what makes this album so good. I wanted to bring you on board for this piece, because you wrote a retrospective on the album for its 20th anniversary, and you’ve mentioned a lot how this album is important to you, so what’s your history with this album and why does it mean a lot to you?

Thanks for having me on board for this, man! I always love getting to do these with you, but this one is especially exciting because yes, Ocean Avenue is an album that legitimately changed the course of my life, in more ways than one. Like you mentioned, I am one of the people who credits this album with really getting me into music as much as I am; this was the first album I ever bought back in the summer of 2006 after seeing the music video for "Ocean Avenue" a bunch on MTV and being utterly smitten by this style of music I hadn't really experienced before, having mostly grown up with 80's hair metal and later 90's boy bands and pop stars like Britney Spears. Ocean Avenue was the first piece of music I could officially call "mine," in a sense, and I'll never forget my first time listening to it. I happened to have a portable CD player with me in the car the day I bought the CD (which I still have my original copy, nearly 20 years later), so as soon as I left that Walmart, I popped it into that player and listened on the car ride back. Outside of "Ocean Avenue" the song, I had never listened to Yellowcard, or any kind of music like that, really, yet I was hit with this sense of comfort and nostalgia that still hits when I listen to it even now. And I think that's a testament to what you mentioned, but also, it's just got this sincerity to it that makes it really resonate more than other releases at the time did. You may not have had Pete Wentz' wit and cleverness, or Mark Hoppus/Tom Delonge's humor and antics, or early Gerard Way's flair for dramatics, but Ryan Key and his lyrics just felt real, as kinda corny as that sounds. There was a level of authenticity and relatability these songs captured of being young and going through that time in your life that the band managed to capture in a way that resonated back then and still does today. Of course, the hooks are also top-tier, Sean Mackin's violin will always be their secret weapon, and the riffs and drums all have some pretty killer moments. One more thing, too, is thinking about it, I can make the argument to bounce of your earlier point that Southern Air being a companion album of sorts and revisiting a lot of the same themes with an older and wiser mindset only makes Ocean Avenue hold up even more after all these years. If Southern Air is a look ahead to where you're going and the uncertainty that comes with that, Ocean Avenue is a look back at times that were maybe simpler, maybe a little more naive, but still just as resonant to us now. And how many bands can say that two of their albums a decade apart can have such a lasting impact like that?

No, thank you for coming aboard and contributing to this, man! I’m always happy when you come aboard, especially when it’s about an album that we both love, or something we have a lot to say about. I didn’t grow up with this album, and my first Yellowcard album was Southern Air in the summer of 2012, but Ocean Avenue was the next album I listened to. I remember picking that up sometime after at FYE for a few bucks, because I knew that was a classic album in the scene at that point. I’ve always really enjoyed it, and the points you brought up are exactly why. Ryan Key’s always been a great vocalist, but his sense of lyricism was unique from the rest of the pop-punk canon at the time. Pete Wentz of Fall Out Boy was a Shakespearian poet, Mark Hoppus and Tom DeLonge of Blink-182 were the jokesters and pranksters of the scene, Gerard Way of My Chemical Romance’s penchant for theatrics and the melodramatic, whereas Billie Joe Armstrong of Green Day was starting to become more politically-charged as American Idiot would come out in 2004, but Key’s lyrics were more down-to-earth, grounded in reality, and more sincere. Not that other bands in the scene weren’t sincere, but some of them tried too hard to be funny, and Key was a breath of fresh air in that respect. His lyrics were real, and they were about everyday things, as corny as that may sound. He wasn’t afraid to get serious, too, and a song that I’ve always overlooked on this album (unfortunately so) that goes there is “Believe.” Key talks about the aftermath of the 9/11 tragedy, and in 2003 (the song was surely recorded in 2002, as the lyrics mention it being a year ago), that was such a fresh national tragedy, but the song is in tribute to the people that lost their lives, versus being a patriotic jerkoff session like many other songs were at the time.

Southern Air and Ocean Avenue are a pair of albums that are best enjoyed together, because they’re two sides of the same coin. The former is about reflecting on the past and looking towards the future, whereas the former is about reliving the past and having a sense of nostalgia from when you were young and the world was new. Southern Air comes at the idea of nostalgia from a wiser perspective, realizing that you can’t relive the past if you want to move forward. Both albums hold up more now than they did back when they first came out. Southern Air holds up better as you get older, because you can truly understand what Key is saying about aging and not knowing where the future will take you. Ocean Avenue holds up better, because it’s such an innocent, sincere, and honest pop-punk album that makes you feel like you’re taken back to when you were young. Hearing the title track immediately takes me back to when I was a kid, even though I never grew up with the album, but it just has that effect on me. The rest of the album is very nostalgia-inducing, too, but it’s also just a great pop-punk album. That’s what makes the album work at the end of the day – it’s a wonderfully written and executed pop-punk album. There’s a reason why this album is a classic, and I think part of it is for people looking at this album through rose-colored glasses, as well as being nostalgic for it in general, but as someone that didn’t grow up with it, I genuinely enjoy it. It’s a bit on the longer side, clocking in at around 47 minutes, but it’s one of those albums that doesn’t feel its length. I’m always shocked when it’s done, because I’ve been having such a great time with it. A lot of Yellowcard fans say that this is the album you should start off with when you’re getting into them, and I would agree, because this is their most iconic album, but Southern Air is something special, too. You really can’t go wrong with either one, so if you want to start off with an album that exudes youthful energy, Ocean Avenue is the one to get into first, but if you want an album that mixes a sense of youthful energy with wisdom and maturity of someone older, Southern Air is the way to go. Regardless of what you start off with, you’re in for a treat.

[jinx-badluckqueen]

Full Name

Jaya

Alias

Jinx

Lucky (by Kid Kold)

Slowpoke (by Kid Flash)

Jinxy (by Kid Flash)

Origin

Teen Titans

Occupation

H.I.V.E. Academy student

Leader of the H.I.V.E. Five (both formerly)

Honorary Teen Titan

Powers / Skills

Sorcery and hexes

Probability manipulation

Energy projection

Master acrobatics

Enhanced agility

Skilled in hand-to-hand combat

Goals

To cause mischief and rob banks.

Join the Brotherhood of Evil (both formerly).

Aid the Teen Titans in taking down The Brotherhood of Evil (succeeded).

Crimes

Theft

Assault and battery

Terrorism

Property damage

Attempted murder

Torture

Kidnapping

Burglary

Type of Villain

Magical Supervillainess

Less

"H.I.V.E. Five, eat 'em alive!"

Jinx's catchphrase as part of the H.I.V.E. Five

"I'm bad luck. Good was never an option for me. At least with the Brotherhood of Evil, I could be somebody. I'll get respect."

Jinx to Kid Flash

"Think of me as a Wicked Witch, Tin Man."

Jinx to Cyborg in the 2006 video game.

Jinx is a major antagonist in the 2003 Cartoon Network animated series Teen Titans.

She was voiced by Lauren Tom, (who also voiced Gizmo in the same series, Councillor Chang in American Dragon: Jake Long and Amy Wong in Futurama) in every appearance but her last, for which Tara Strong (who also voices Raven, Princess Clara, Toot Braunstein, Ferra, Iggy "Hop" Koopa, Lena Dupree and Harley Quinn in both the Batman: Arkham and Injustice: Gods Among Us videogames), provided the voice.

Physical Appearance

Jinx has light gray skin, sharing the skin color as Raven, Argent, and Kyd Wykkyd. Her hair is shaped like a horseshoe, sticking out just a little bit at the tips. Her hair color is light pink, with metallic black bands near the top. Her eyes match her hair color, with pupils shaped like a cat's. She also has small, oval-shaped pink cheek blushes. Her outfit is a black, long-sleeved dress with violet centered bands. The bottom of her dress is cut jagged about halfway down her thigh. She also has violet and black striped leggings under her dress. Her shoes are black platform boots with violet soles. She also has a black collar with a violet charm on it.

Personality

During her time with the H.I.V.E. Five, Jinx was a very ambitious go-getter with a slight mean streak. Because of her goals to rise among the ranks of villains, she tries her best to be an effective H.I.V.E. member under both its regimes. Far more controlled, focused and mature than her male teammates, Jinx has proven herself to be a largely capable and determined, if not subconsciously insecure, leader.

Jinx is also strong in her own personality, though, even directly assaulting Madame Rouge and releasing Kid Flash when Rouge taunted and mocked her, deeming her a "pathetic failure" and an "embarrassment".

At first, Jinx appears to be quiet, mean, mysterious, often speaking in whispers and sometimes depicted as rather crazy because of the evil, crooked grin she usually wore when battling. However, in "Lightspeed", we see a more determined, outspoken and emotional side of Jinx who wants to be respected and not shunned because of her bad-luck powers. Kid Flash helped Jinx bring out her true personality, and how she feels about certain things.

Generally, however, despite her habitual dark looks, she is a very fashion-conscious girl, more intent on hunting for interesting attires and accessories rather than getting rich.

Furthermore, she is characterized as the "popular girl" in the H.I.V.E. Five; in the series, a number of super-teens — including Kid Flash, Cyborg, See-More and Kid Kold - are revealed to have (or had) a crush on her.

Powers and Abilities

The Power of Jinx

Jinx Magic: Jinx's body produces mystical energy which she can use for a variety of effects. Though an act of will, Jinx can cause electrical systems to malfunction. Jinx's sorcery also enables her to affect the elements. She can generate a whirlpool or tidal wave in the middle of the ocean, or summon heavy winds to knock opponents off their feet. Jinx has the ability of Probability Control, or manipulation over luck or - in Jinx's case - bad luck. Jinx is described as an enchanting sorceress who wields the power of bad luck, which manifests as pink, lightning-like energy blasts/waves fired from her hands. Jinx's powers portray a manipulation of probability, or more specifically, the ability to "jinx" her enemies, hence her name. How she does this has never been explored in the series. When she is not shooting waves of energy, her eyes glow a bright pink instead, and can make structures crumble. In early episodes, it was shown that her powers are magical in nature; however, in later episodes, she's seen exhibiting her powers as a free flow output through her brain, common for most psionics. When she wants her enemies to be "jinxed", she mostly uses her energy waves to disrupt solid structures in her surroundings, though other effects are also possible, such as tidal waves. Her bad-luck energy can also serve a direct offensive role as concussive blasts. As shown in Teen Titans Go! issue #1, her powers cannot bypass Raven's dark-energy shields. Jinx is also an accomplished gymnast, capable of dodging beam-bursts, starbolts and pillars of stone telekinetically launched at her with ease.

Probability Manipulation: Among these is the ability to affect probability fields around specific objects.

Energy Projection: Primarily, though, Jinx uses her power to produce bursts of concussive mystical energy. She can hurl this energy either as a blast, or as a pink wave/hex, which she uses to knock her opponents off their feet.

Expert Gymnast: Jinx is extremely agile and uses various somersaults and tumbling to avoid offensive attacks. She has also incorporated her gymnastic skill into close-quarters combat.

Biography

Teen Titans

Jinx was a young magic user and a member of the H.I.V.E. Academy. She often worked alongside her fellow students, Gizmo and Mammoth. As part of the Academy's final exam, Jinx, Gizmo and Mammoth were assigned to destroy the Teen Titans on orders by Slade. During their initial encounter with the Titans, Jinx focused her attention on her analog in the Titans - Raven. Their first battle ended with her victorious and, after defeating the Titans, they took command of their headquarters, Titans Tower. Jinx temporarily moved into the quarters normally occupied by Raven. When the Titans regrouped, they fought to take back the Tower and Beast Boy distracted Jinx, tricking her into firing random blasts of energy that caused the roof above her to collapse. Jinx survived the incident, however, and soon regrouped with the rest of the H.I.V.E. students.

In a later adventure, Jinx, Gizmo and Mammoth once again encountered the Teen Titans while in the midst of a daring bank robbery. The H.I.V.E. students managed to escape capture, but not before Robin planted a homing beacon on Jinx's costume. The Titans used the beacon to discover the location of the H.I.V.E. Academy and Cyborg infiltrated the organization using the alias "Stone". As Stone, he befriended Jinx and the others, but did not fool the H.I.V.E.'s new headmaster Brother Blood. Although Cyborg's true identity soon became known to the group, his presence made Jinx begin to question her commitment towards being a super-villain.

After the defeat of Brother Blood, Jinx formed the H.I.V.E. Five with Gizmo, Mammoth, See-More and Private H.I.V.E.. The H.I.V.E. Five briefly engaged the Titans in combat during a raid on a shopping mall but, just as they were gaining the upper hand, the mystical entity known as Mother Mae-Eye appeared and defeated them. Later on, after the Titans had defeated Mother Mae-Eye, they tricked Gizmo into taking the pie she was in, and Mother Mae-Eye subsequently brainwashed the H.I.V.E. Five by feeding them her pie.

Jinx does her smile (Slow)

Jinx's surprised little smile comes over in "Lightspeed"

Sometime later, Jinx and the H.I.V.E. Five (with Billy Numerous and Kyd Wykkyd replacing Private H.I.V.E., who had left the group to strike out on his own) were in the midst of robbing a museum when they encountered Kid Flash, who easily took the stolen items from them whilst giving Jinx a rose. By this point, Jinx felt that her reputation amongst the H.I.V.E. Five was tarnished, and she wanted to prove that she had what it took to play in the big leagues. To accomplish this, she attempted to cultivate a relationship with Madame Rouge of the Brotherhood of Evil. She encountered Kid Flash once again, and managed to capture him on behalf of the Brotherhood. While imprisoned, the speedster asked Jinx why she insisted on hanging out with a "bunch of losers" like the H.I.V.E. Five. This angered Jinx greatly, but something in Kid Flash's words struck a chord within her. Nevertheless, she believed that the capture of Kid Flash would secure her a place within the Brotherhood. Kid Flash soon escaped confinement, but Jinx caught up with him and managed to subdue him with an electro-stunner. Madame Rouge, however, was unimpressed with Jinx's handiwork and rebuked her efforts, calling her a "pathetic failure" and an "embarrassment". This caused Jinx to turn against Madame Rouge and, following a brief battle, she began to distance herself from the rest of the H.I.V.E. Five.

Kid Flash's persistent efforts to reform her finally paid off, as Jinx eventually abandoned the H.I.V.E. Five altogether and joined the Titans in their battle against the Brotherhood of Evil. She no longer actively participates in criminal endeavors, instead aiding the Teen Titans in their various adventures.

Trivia

The shape of Jinx's hair looks similar to a horseshoe, which has a superstitious relation to luck. Oddly, while Jinx's powers revolve around bad luck, her hair is pointed upwards, and an upward-pointed horseshoe is a symbol of good luck.

Interestingly, whenever she was fighting against the Titans, she always battled Raven ("Final Exam", "Deception" and "Mother Mae-Eye")

Jinx is the only supporting character in the show to not have eyebrows.

She was the first boss in the Teen Titans: Battle Blitz game.

Her design in the show greatly differs from that in the comics. In the comics, she is an Indian sorceress who wore golden jewelry and wore mostly white and had ashy-brown skin that later became darker skin, along with her hair color being listed as “unknown.” She also had elemental magic instead of bad luck-themed abilities and wouldn't have probability-based powers until after the cartoon.

There has been common misconceptions about Jinx's character. A common example is that a lot of the time when people bring up how she looks in the comics they will only show redesigns of her after the cartoon but her design before the cartoon looked like this. Indians in the comics at the time were depicted with ashy skin that looked like a mix between an ashy color and gray with some prints making Jinx look really gray. However, Jinx was still intended to be some form of brown and not gray, even if she looked grayish brown, but wasn't given darker skin until after the cartoon. Jinx’s “who’s who” comic page in the 80s also listed her hair color as simply being “unknown” leaving it mysterious to what it could have been, if she had any, or not, while after the cartoon she was explicitly given bald hair. Apparently, the reason for her lack of hair in her post-cartoon comic redesign is because she has cancer.

Another misconception is that due to their vast differences, cartoon Jinx is a completely new and different character who just shares a name. Both the people who work on the show and DC themselves recognize them as the same character from different continuities and cartoon Jinx is a heavily altered adaptation of the comic book character and not a new character.

There is a small thread on Twitter, by Jinx’s co-creator Chuck Patton, explaining how he came up with the design of Jinx.

Cartoon Jinx's hair seems to have been inspired by the horns of her original comic book look but flipped upward instead of downward.

Jinx seems to have replaced the role of a comic book character called Shimmer. Shimmer, aka Selinda Flinders, was the original sole female member of the Fearsome Five (known as the H.I.V.E. Five on the show) with Jinx being a minor character who came later and only appeared in 3 issues by the time the team was at its end, and they needed to get another criminal for extra power. In the show's spin-off comics, they even have a team called the Fearsome Five with every character in it that was in it in the comics except Jinx replaces the role of Shimmer. Shimmer was an element and matter transmuter and the twin sister of Mammoth. Ironically both Shimmer and Jinx had "elemental" based powers in the comics, with Shimmer even being a bit jealous at first that Jinx's seems to be more powerful than her's, which isn't a trait cartoon Jinx had at all. The reason Jinx was chosen according to those working on the show was just because they wanted a magical rival for Raven. Due to her more major role in the comics, and being siblings with one of the villains who do show up in the show, her exclusion and replacement by Jinx has been seen as weird by people more aware of the comics.

Some fans will point out another similarity that Shimmer and Jinx have is that Shimmer has a "goth" look in the comics and will claim that it is where cartoon Jinx gets her "goth" or alternative look from. While this is true for Shimmer's later appearances, originally Shimmer wore a bright yellow and gold bodysuit. Her "goth" or "edgy" look that she later received in the comics seems to be more in response from the similarities that she shared with cartoon Jinx, whereas comic Jinx kept her light clothing but had different outfits over the years, and not where cartoon Jinx got the inspiration from.

She also has similar traits to another character called Magenta but their character arcs seem to be in reverse. Jinx is a villain turned hero while Magenta is a hero turned villain. Magenta was the friend turned girlfriend of Kid Flash. Kid Flash thought since they were a couple with superpowers that they could be a superhero couple but accidentally pressured Magenta too much into becoming one which didn't do so good for the girl who already had to deal with tons of pressure before. Her "evil split personality" (which was known as Magenta as her civilian name is Frances Kane), mixed in with her underlying issues, would eventually take over and became more of a villain to Kid Flash instead. Magenta also saw her powers as a curse as she had powerful, but at times disastrous, magnetic powers. Kid Flash and some of the other Titans also didn't see it as a curse, even if destructive. Magenta's classic costume did have pink and some black on it which is similar to cartoon Jinx's colors. It has also often been assumed by fans that Magenta was another character used as the basis for cartoon Jinx.

If true that Magenta was also replaced by/fused into cartoon Jinx, it seems likely that this is because, while still very much a character on her own, Magenta is heavily tied to the character Kid Flash. Kid Flash didn't appear on the show, until the final season, because the team couldn't get the rights to use him at the time. So, it seems possible, yet unconfirmed, that the reason Magenta wasn't used and got merged into cartoon Jinx was because the Titan she was associated with couldn't make an appearance.

Some of the Teen Titans fandom have given her the name "Jaya" as her real name.

[blood-powered-radio]

Less Than Jake - The Ghost of You and Me

off the album Anthem, 2003

[josephlikesmusic]

Anthem - Less than Jake (2003)

Anthem is album that I feel often get's overshadowed by Less than Jake's much more popular Hello Rockview, yet when I do make the time to relisten I find Anthem to be equally enjoyable. While the album started to shift away from the horn-heavy sound of the band's previous albums, Less than Jake didn't lose their ability to write extremely catchy hits.

The Ghosts of Me and You and Best Wishes to Your Black Lung were songs that brought me back to when I first discovered the band a few years ago, and while I hadn't listened to either song for a few years, they were just as catchy and put the same smile on my face that they had during my first listen. Even the songs I have continued to listen to regularly, such as Plastic Cup Politics and The Science of Selling Yourself Short, continue to get me moving and grooving no matter how much I listen. I love the vocal performances of Roger Lima and Chris DeMakes throughout the album. Roger easily has one of my favorite voices in ska, even in punk music as a whole, so I love that he really got to shine on songs like The Science of Selling Yourself Short. While I would never complain about more horns on a ska album, I do like the simpler ska-rock style of Anthem, which really allows for both singers to shine.

While I do wish such a great album didn't end on a cover song, I have little to nothing to complain about while listening to Anthem. It's not the most significant or complicated album released, but it still puts a smile on my face the entire runtime. I haven't done a full listen of this album in a few years, so many songs gave me instant nostalgia for my mid-teen years when I first started to discover ska and ska-punk, two genres that really formed my music taste today. Less than Jake continues to be one of my favorite bands, and I hope to have the chance to see them live in concert again sometime soon.

[stubobnumbers]

2025 Movie Log - Grind (2003).

Dir: Casey La Scala Starring: Adam Brody, Jennifer Morrison, Joey Kern, and Mike Vogel.

Four skaters follow their idol on his summer tour in an attempt to get noticed, get sponsored, and become stars themselves.

If you've watched "House" and wondered about Jennifer Morrison skateboarding, then the movie "Grind" from 2003 is for you.

Been a long time since I've watched a skateboarding movie, and I enjoyed this one.

Good skating, nostalgic soundtrack, and respectfully, all the ladies.

About that soundtrack, it includes:

The Donnas Simple Plan Sublime Unwritten Law Trapt The Used Less Than Jake Shinedown and Billy Talent.

That's the official soundtrack release.

The movie also includes Poison, Spandau Ballet, P.O.D., Authority Zero, Quarashi, and The Mooney Suzuki, among others.

[thegiglist]

The Gig List

If it's green I missed the bands for whatever reason. Sometimes we didn't get there in time, sometimes we were too wasted and sometimes we just outright hated them.

1997

01/03 - The 96.4 FM BRMB Music Jam - Spice Girls/ 911/ Ant & Dec/ Clock/ Damage/ Dodgy/ East 17/ Gabrielle/ Kavana/ Livin' Joy/ Louise/ Michelle Gayle/ Peter Andre/ The Carter Twins - Birmingham NEC I am unsure which acts I saw at this show, I was 11 years old. I certainly saw Spice Girls and have vague memories of seeing Ant & Dec and Peter Andre..   2002

20/02 – Slipknot/ One Minute Silence/ Inflames/ American Headcharge - Birmingham NEC

27/02 – Drowning Pool – Wolverhampton Wulfrun Hall

19/03 – System of a Down/ Dillinger Escape Plan – Birmingham Academy

25/05 – Ozzfest 02 – Ozzy Osbourne/ Tool/ System of A Down/ Slayer/ Cradle Of Filth/ Drowning Pool/ Millencolin/ The Mad Capsule Markets/ Black Label Society – Donington Park

05/09 – Disturbed/ The Rise – Portsmouth Pyramid Centre

07/09 – Korn/ Puddle Of Mudd/ Trust Company – London Arena

11/09 – Murderdolls/ Anti Product – Birmingham Academy 2

25/10 – Queens Of The Stone Age/ Millionaire – Birmingham Academy

06/11 – Papa Roach/ Murderdolls/ Hell Is For Heroes – Birmingham Academy

19/12 – Napalm Death/ The Great Deceiver/ Mistress – Birmingham Academy 2

2003

31/01 – Amen/ Little Hell/ Torqamada – Birmingham Academy 2

21/02 – Stone Sour/ Saliva/ I-def-I – Birmingham Academy

22/02 – Mudvayne/ Sikth – Wolverhampton Wulfrun Hall

26/02 – The Haunted/ Stampin' Ground/ December - Birmingham Academy 2

28/02 – Satyricon/ Khold – Birmingham Academy 2

02/03 – Feeder/ Hell Is For Heroes– Birmingham Academy

05/03 – Shadows Fall/ Fallen To/ Decimate – Birmingham Academy 2

11/03 – Anthrax/ Seraphidian/ Godsize – Wolverhampton Wulfrun Hall

17/03 – Opeth/ Madder Mortem – Birmingham Academy 2

19/03 – Strapping Young Lad/ Devin Townsend/ Zimmers Hole – Wolverhampton Wulfrun Hall

20/03 – Soulfly/ Stampin' Ground– Wolverhampton Wulfrun Hall

28/03 – Mad Capsule Markets/ The Rise/ A Static Lullaby – Wolverhampton Wulfrun Hall

07/04 – Killswitch Engage/ Poison The Well – Birmingham Academy 2

11/04 – One Minute Silence/ Godsize/ Komanchi Tribe – Wolverhampton Wulfrun Hall

14/04 – Placebo/ Eighties Matchbox B-Line Disaster – Birmingham Academy 22/04 - Cradle Of Filth/ Akercocke/ Immolation – Wolverhampton Wulfrun Hall

11/05 – Electric Six – Birmingham Academy 2

16/05 – Sikth/ Hopesfall/ Muhamodo– Birmingham Academy 2

31–01/06 – Download Festival 03 – Iron Maiden/ Marilyn Manson/ Murderdolls/ Amen/ Stampin' Ground/ Sikth/ Flint/ Less Than Jake/ Disturbed/ Stonesour/ Evanescence/ Mudvayne/ Spineshank/ One Minute Silence/ Raging Speedhorn/ – Donington Park

08/07 – Slayer/ Lamb Of God – London Astoria

09/07 – Murderdolls/ Stone Sour – Birmingham Academy

22–24/08 – Leeds Festival – Metallica/ System Of A Down/ Staind/ Linkin Park/ The Streets/ Sum41/ Hell Is For Heroes/ Pennywise - Bramham Park Leeds

29/08 – Godsize/ Seraphidian/ Push Bar To Open – Wolverhampton Wulfrun Hall

12/10 – Motörhead/ The Wildhearts/ Young Heart Attack – Wolverhampton Civic Hall

24/10 – Sikth – Birmingham Academy 2

03/11 - Strapping Young Lad/ Heavyweight Champ – The Lookout – Perth Australia

23/11 – Marilyn Manson/ Peaches – Birmingham NEC

03/12 – Machine Head/ Sikth/ Breed77– Birmingham Academy

05/12 – CKY/ Fireball Ministry – Birmingham Academy

08/12 – The Darkness/ Young Heart Attack/ Ted Benson – Birmingham Academy

09/12 – The Dillinger Escape Plan/ Cult Of Luna/ Beecher – Birmingham Academy 2

16/12 – Iron Maiden/ Funeral For A Friend – Birmingham NEC

2004

16/01 – Sikth/ Hondo Mclean/ Godsize/ Aneska – Wolverhampton Wulfrun Hall

02/02 – A Perfect Circle/ Auf De Maur – Birmingham Academy

07/02 – Chimaira/ Stampin' Ground/ Everytime I Die – Birmingham Academy 2

24/02 – Soil – Birmingham Academy 2

08/03 - Arch Enemy/ Akercocke - Birmingham Academy 2

11/03 – CKY/ Fireball Ministry – Wolverhampton Wulfrun Hall

13/03 – Wednesday 13/ Death Becomes You – Birmingham Academy 2

17/03 – Darkest Hour/ Mistress/ Decimate – Flapper & Firkin Birmingham

20/03 – Isis/ DJ Speedranch/ Aerogramme/ Capricorns – Birmingham Academy 2

02/04 – D.R.I/ Enemo J – Birmingham Academy 2

10/04 – Godsize/ Drink with the Dead/ Bull Vs Bear/ Crib – Wolverhampton Wulfrun Hall

26/04 – Gorerotted/ Disgorge/ Sanatorium/ Amputated – Birmingham Royal George

05/05 – Funeral For a Friend/ The Haunted – Wolverhampton Civic Hall

07/05 – Mayhem/ Defiled/ Cadaver/ Mistress – Birmingham Academy 2

09/05 – NOFX/ Swingin Utters/ The Epoxies – Birmingham Academy

15/05 – Incantation/ Supreme Lord/ Hell-born/ Amputated – The Royal George Birmingham

20/05 – The Streets/ Shystie – Birmingham Academy

22/05 – Evanescence/ Seether – Birmingham NEC

[pwblogarchive]

November 2003

November 10, 2003

6:51 pm

“paris hilton sex tape”

it's so weird to be homeless. to throw the dirtiest pillow into the corner of rooms just to get by. i never write in here anymore. i don't really feel the need to anymore for some reason. words feel stuck behind my tongue and my hand. i feel ashamed of how words make me feel and sometimes i want to stay asleep forever.

maybe i'll stop by here again soon.

peter

November 13, 2003

“you feel first kiss good”

So. Portland. Thanks for the underground tunnels and sweet words. Couple of kids said they read this thing. Who wants to read about a kid who just complains and plays video games? You ever look in the mirror and say god I am so fucked up and that's okay. Thanks for taking the time to read this though I fear it maybe a waste of your eyesight. I'm doing guest reccomendations with roze harding over at absolutepunk.net this sunday, so go check it out. Then next week it'll be patrick. Then joe. You get the idea. Also I'm playing bass with less than jake during their encore. Maybe you'll see it. Who would have thought me in a ska band.

Portland has this system of underground tunnels called the shanghai tunnels. They go down from the river and port up to the basements of taverns and the local hoods used to sneak up them and kidnap people from bars, drug them and sell them to ships as sailors. They would wake up out at sea forced to work. How insane. Little bit of history. There is a good book on it by chuck palahuick. Read it. Hang out with us after shows.

'You'd think by now I would have died. I'm sorry girls I tried.'

peter

November 14, 2003

“we just played a show in vietnom during the 1970s amongst guerilla warfare tactics

it was sold out.”

things have been good. we're acutally in san frantastic right now. i was pretty upset the past few days, but today i feel a lot better. the shows have been awesome, so no complaining about that. less than jake is sound checking right now and i'm humming along.

oh yea, that baby picture to the right is me, im not sure if that was ever made clear.

November 14, 2003

“i used to compare myself but i don't care anymore”

downstairs at the warfield in SF. getting fed on tours is crazy, today we got fed twice. it means i can spend my per diems on things to fill the home i don't have. a modest mouse song is reminding me of you. ive got the ipod on shuffle but i can't mess with that kind of luck so i keep skipping to it. i think my band hates it. my mom reads this thing. its pretty rad cause i know someone back home cares and i was kind of always the "mom look at this" kinnd of kid. at the same time i figure i might have to censor it a bit, haha. california is gonna be rad, theres something about driving to the coast. i can see patrick and andy talking from here, i can't hear it. its so weird that i am paid to hang out with my friends. for the record it makes me smile when you copy the things i say, its almost cute.

the show was rad- mostly because a few kids were really esxcited to hang out and talk. it made us feel at home. sweet girls and boys. got to play with less than jake, pretty amazing.

kiss me. breathe life into my old failures. i want to feel them at the speed of light.

i got paris hilton's number. what do you got?

peter pumkin eater

November 14, 2003

8:14 pm

“i want my funeral to be a party. play all the hits and dance the night away.”

morrisey.tupac.love,love will tear us apart, yes it will. unbroken. it doesn't go the way you think it does, nothing ever does. mountain drives. scars and middle fingers. club food, club stomachaches. phonecalls that feel first kiss good. northern california nights, southern california hearts. tonight is all about we miss you.

we miss you.

November 17, 2003

“when i was young, your word was the word that always won.”

so i am writing this entry and i am not really sure what to say or whats going through my head. things only go wrong when you are a half a world away. you have to read this whole thing for it to make sense, don't start and then not finish. yesterday when we were driving to las vegas i had this bad dream that my mom had chemo and died from it. i was than woken up by a phone call from my sister who told me to call home because my grandpa had just died. we were expecting it, so this didn't completely shock me.i just feel totally fucked when i think about how sad it is for someone to die completely alone, with noone there. it makes me feel really guilty for some reason- that i am out here and living. and everytime i try to talk to anyone about anything the words get choked in my throat. don't mistake this as me asking to have you say "pete you can talk to me". i know i can, but i can't. because something is messed up inside of me. i feel stupid because this is just some dumb tour journal and i am just airing the dirty laundry and catching the unaccounted for ghosts. i don't need a shoulder, i just need to figure myself out. and the only thing that gets me through anything is my three friends in this band and 30 minutes a night we play. it makes me think about how rad my own dad is and how much trouble i give him all the time. nomatter what he is a safety net. whenever i bend he doesn't let me break and it scares me that there will be a day when might not be around. i am sitting in l.a. at one of the greatest hotels around about to play the house of blues and then go hang out with blink (it doesnt feel real and doesn't feel deserved). i'll write more later tonight. my sidekick broke so i don't know when i'll get on the net again.

tonight is all about we miss you...

i miss you.

p

November 19, 2003

“we write music not soap operas.”

so l.a. was amazing, the kids in anaheim were amazing. anyway, p.s. i got paris hiltons number from some dumb A&R guy at a show of ours and never called it- she doesn't know i exist, i don't care. so dear drama on our webboard, if you don't like what i have to say than you can check out this other thing.... called 'the door'. leave, don't read this. stop focusing on our jeans and haircuts, stop believing gossip on the internet. we write music, not soap operas. my head has gotten so big i can barely hold it up to type this. its such a joke. if you only knew how insecure i felt, so sick in my own skin- if only you knew how nervous you all make me.

thankyouforbeingsupportiveofus.

i may take a break from writing in here for a bit, maybe not. i am pretty obsessed with words. we'll see. i don't want this to feel like i am just going through the motions.

thanks, i can RU(i)N my life myself.

peterrabbit.

you are like fucking cancer.

November 21, 2003

“how does my name taste on your lips?”

yeah so i have given alot of thought on the drive. the shows have been fun. we are getting to hang out with alot of old friends. i have always thought that what i say in here is overdramatic. that is a fault of my own. but i want to give you an honest portrayal of what our/my life is like on tour and going through this process. its not all shitty. its not all fun. it is different from how my life was before. everyone in this band can write on here- i guess some of them are smarter and have better stuff to do- which i should go do now. it's hard to not let people get you down when you put yourself out there. i have to work on that.

go listen to kent "isola" if our new record doesnt sound something like that i will be disappointed.

peter

November 22, 2003

1:35 pm

I.C. you are feeling Drake

you know how it goes. its been awhile. i hate the fucking drama everywhere. yet somehow i feel pretty attached to it. the west coast was rad. we're making our way back. i think i may be spending thanksgiving on a plane. more for me to complain about. my throats hurting pretty badly and i have van neck from sleeping in it last night. on a positive note i got "my life with morrissey" this documentary on hardcore morrissey fans (bring on the freaks). i'm hoping i might see myself hahaha. tommy two tone might jump on this tour for a minute, you know "jenny 8675309" haha how good?

it can't get much better/worse.

call me up on my cellular phone just to see how i'm doing. it would make my day.

November 24, 2003

“who could ever love a kid with eyes this blotchy and red”

joy division

the hills have eyes

vinnie and roger ltj

midwest hearts

breakfast all day

old pictures

van conversation/van sing along

when you smell like baby sweat in your sleep

headphones as medicine

complaining online, new bruises (to the face and the ego)

867-5309 (yeah they're on this tour)

love, love will tear us apart

give up the ghost

photo shoots for dirty looking tired kids

you won't understand so don't try to.

these are the lives the world would lead but they are too against injury.

peter pumpkin eater

November 25, 2003

11:29 pm

“the pity party is officially over.”

i am single if you wanna hang out, bros and stellas.

also, i am moving to another journal at some point so the drama in this stupid one can stop.

November 25, 2003

“over the years i've kept more grudges than i have kept promises and friends…”

i am sorry i have been so out of touch lately. this tour has proved to me that being in this band is the best thing that will ever happen to me.

for the record i know you are going through a hard time-

it's good to know you are doing okay and that someone is there for you.

cause i can't be anymore.

peter

November 28, 2003

“the breaking of the fellowship”

detroit - philadelphia - d.c. three amazing shows in a row. detroit felt good, like at home. philadelphia was one of the biggest rooms we played on this tour. that being said we still felt really connected and the disco dance after party was rad. d.c. we had never played before so we were pretty nervous about it. in the end there was no need for it cause everybody had a good time. it just felt pretty right lately.

after the d.c. show everything felt weird when the band all went our seperate ways for thanksgiving. it felt off. it's like i spend all my time with these guys and it felt strange to be not doing it. it sounds dumb but if this ended i don't know what i would do. everything was so different before and i feel like they are the only people who understand me.

this thing saved my life. blah blah. who cares.

happy thanksgiving.

peter

November 29, 2003

“the act is getting old (so are you).”

its funny with all the things you had to say.

the truth never found its way in.

see you around.

November 30, 2003

“I got you in my headphones.”

Reading: touching from a distance. I.C. I know how it feels to be off. Watching: glengary glen ross. You feel like an old lead.

Drove all night from home to pittsburgh. Thank you for making it worth it. We got the best reaction we have ever gotten there. Saw a ton of old friends and kids from other towns. Left late today for new york city. I am in love with this band. I spent most of my free time answering email though I fear I will never catch up. Why do I always pick the worst times to fall apart?

I've got the remix of sincerity playing in my head. We're all falling apart again. I must confess how much I believe in love. You're who I'm dreaming of.

p

[msclaritea]

Batman Begins - Wikipedia

Cast

Christian Bale as Bruce Wayne / Batman:

A billionaire socialite who, after witnessing his parents' death in a mugging at age 8, travels around the world seven years before returning home to inherit his family company Wayne Enterprises whilst operating at night as a bat-masked vigilante bringing justice upon the criminal underworld of Gotham City. Bale was relatively unknown when cast.[5] Before he was confirmed on September 11, 2003,[6] having expressed interest in the role since Darren Aronofsky was planning his own film adaptation,[7] Eion Bailey, Henry Cavill, Billy Crudup, Hugh Dancy, Jake Gyllenhaal, Joshua Jackson, David Boreanaz, Heath Ledger, who later played the Joker in The Dark Knight, and Cillian Murphy, who would later be cast as Dr. Jonathan Crane / Scarecrow, took interest in it as well.[6][8][9] Josh Hartnett met with Nolan about the role, but decided against pursuing it.[10][11][12] Bale, Bailey and Murphy auditioned using the Batman Forever sonar suit donated by Val Kilmer, but the cape was lost,[13][14][15][16][17] and Amy Adams served as the casting reader for the casting of Bruce Wayne / Batman in a favor to the casting director.[18] Bal

Cillian Murphy as Dr. Jonathan Crane / Scarecrow:

A corrupt psychopharmacologist working as Chief Administrator of Arkham Asylum. A specialist in the psychology of fear, he has secretly created a fear-inducing toxin and plots with Ra's al Ghul to expose the entire Gotham population. Nolan decided against casting an Irish actor like Murphy for Batman, before casting him as Scarecrow.[40] Murphy read numerous comics featuring the Scarecrow and discussed making the character look less theatrical with Nolan. Murphy explained, "I wanted to avoid the Worzel Gummidge look, because he's not a very physically imposing man – he's more interested in the manipulation of the mind and what that can do."

LIAR. Why is Robert Downey Jr lying to make Cillian Murphy look bigger than he's never been? RDJ has never been mentioned once, in connection with Batman Begins and you can't change the Wikipedia page, now, fuckers. We are just SURROUNDED by actors, ruining their own reputations, with enthusiasm, these days.

[clea-speaks]

Chris Demakes and Roger Lima of Less Than Jake (TW: SA, harassment, stalking)

PART 1: When I was growing up, I had it kind of rough at home and at school so I would use music as an escape in my room.  One day during my freshman year I had been listening to the local radio station and they were playing 'Johnny Quest Thinks We’re Sellouts' by Less Than Jake and I was immediately hooked. This radio station kind of picked what they wanted to play instead of playing whatever the actual single was. Fast forward to 2003 and I go see Less Than Jake for the first time at a local venue and think they’re great. I met both Roger Manganelli and Chris Demakes after the show and got my Borders and Boundaries cd signed by them. At the time I thought Roger was nice but thought Chris was strange.  The following year they returned, and they invited my friends and I out to a tiny hole in the wall bar after the show. I was the only one of age. During our hangs at the bar Roger paid extra special attention to me and wanted a picture with me. He put his arm around me and pulled me close to him and touched the side of his head to mine. Afterwards my friends kept calling him Uncle Raj and I didn’t know why until much later. They thought he was creepy.

I don’t remember exactly when he gave me his AIM screen name and email address wanting me to keep in touch. It was probably end of 2003 or early 2004 but he found my MySpace. This was really when things started getting weird. He had added me from his other band Rehasher’s MySpace account and in the middle of the night he would slide into my DMs while he had been drinking and/or smoking. At one point I had the song 'The Science Of Selling Yourself Short' on my MySpace profile because it was one of my favorites at the time. One night he slides into my DMs asking me to remove the song so he "could masturbate in peace". At the time I didn’t see all the red flags or realize how inappropriate he was starting to get. I was kind of excited that someone was showing interest in me because I definitely wasn’t cool during my school years. He made me feel like I was part of the cool crowd. As time went on, I was getting instant messages on AIM from him saying that I should do porn, I should strip, saying he wanted to get me a toy because he wanted to see me use it, etc. He’d frequently ask for nudes, but I was hesitant because I’ve always been really uncomfortable with my body. During this time Roger was living with his girlfriend and he told me he had to wait until she was sleeping before he could talk to me. He also liked to randomly say that he was horny and loved blowjobs. Looking back now I would have blocked him and never gone to see them play again. A former friend of mine, who was visiting, and I went to 3 of their shows in 2006. Chris gave her his number, somehow convinced her to send him nudes and then he ghosted her. At a show in 2007 (I think) they were doing the wheel of fortune thing and I won a cereal box with their logo on it. They told the crowd it had a giant d*ldo inside. I was mortified. Thankfully it was just a t-shirt, guitar strings, a shot glass and a couple other little things. During the show I was drinking and drank a little too much. Before I left, I went to go say goodbye to Roger and found both him and Chris outside the bus. They started making comments about my breasts and saying they were fake. They’re not and I told them that. After I said they’re real they both touched my breasts. I never consented to this and couldn’t have with how much I had drank. Never in a million years (at that time) would I have thought they would do that to me.

[tgmsunmontue]

Saga of Solitude 17/21

Nepo!Baby Bradley and his life at USNA and afterwards. DADT fully in force. IceMav AU. (Begun prior to 'It's not who you know' - the non-angsty version). (Side Hangster, which is ALSO angsty).

PROLOGUE (He remembers)

HANGSTER FIRST MEETING (Lonely Nights - set 2009)

PREVIOUS CHAPTERS

ONE (2000) TWO (2001) THREE (2002) FOUR (2003) FIVE (2004) SIX (2005) SEVEN (2006) EIGHT (2007) NINE (2008) TEN (2009) ELEVEN (2010) TWELVE (2011) THIRTEEN (2012) FOURTEEN (2013) FIFTEEN (2014) SIXTEEN (2015)

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN– 2016 – Jake Seresin Interlude 2

                He works at making himself harder, tries to give himself a hard shiny protective shell that can’t be broken through. He succeeds for the most part, his tongue and words become sharper, weapons he wields with cutting precision. He fosters his reputation as an asshole. Selfish and arrogant. It’s fine, he doesn’t need people to like him. He has his small circle of friends who know him. The real him. It’s an exclusive circle, numbering three whole people. That the circle grows to include Phoenix had been weird at first. Then he’d discovered that they had quite a bit in common, their hard shells worn like armor not even the start, but less than ideal families and Javy’s easy open friendship attracting them like moths to a flame.

                “You ever been in love?” Phoenix asks and Javy is snorting around the mouth of his bottle of beer.

                “Jake’s still in love with the first guy he ever slept with…”

                “Fuck off Javy,” Jake mutters, annoyed, because he’s admitted that in confidence. Isn’t even sure if it’s true. Doesn’t even know if Phoenix knows he’s gay. He’ll have to punch him for that later. There’re different levels of letting people in, and he hadn’t let that one slip yet, had taken every opportunity to flirt with Phoenix and make her believe he’d be down for a friends with benefits situation. Now of course she’s staring at him, one perfectly sculpted brow lifting and Jake just shrugs.

                “Oh. I didn’t realize… And you mean it’s not… you?” Phoenix asks Javy, as she looks at Javy. He’s grinning and shaking his head.

                “Nope. Not me. We’re just friends, only thing we’ve ever been. I’ve never even been curious enough to kiss the fucker…”

                “Your loss,” Jake throws out and Javy laughs, and he can’t help but be amused in response. Phoenix is laughing, and Jake just shakes his head, relaxes at her complete non-reaction. Then again, she’s also best friends with Bradley, so she might know about Bradley…. Maybe. He’s never let anyone know who it is, not even Javy. It’s only ever been between him and Bradley, which he knows is exactly how Bradley wants it. Something secret and hidden. He might not get a dishonorable discharge now, but neither is he out and proud and shouting anything from the rooftops. His family only talk to him if he never brings it up.

                Which is why the whole thing with Bradley is so confusing. He lies in bed and thinks about it some nights. He’s heard the rumors about Maverick Mitchell being Bradley’s… godfather. Maybe father, but he’s going to err towards godfather because from the pictures he’s seen of Maverick Michell he looks nothing like Bradley at all. So if Maverick Mitchell is indeed part of Bradley’s life, then it means Admiral Kazansky is as well. Which means that Bradley grew up seeing this solid loving relationship between two men in active service. Sure they would have had to keep it on the downlow, but it was probably an open secret or something, given how far Admiral Kazansky has moved up the ranks. It makes him admire the man more than he already did, that he’s managed to serve under DADT and still climb the ranks and then get married and be happy. Jake wants all that, suspects he probably needs to be kissing more asses and greasing wheels if he wants to start moving up the career ladder. He’ll worry about that later. If he ever figures out the enigma of Bradley.

                And he should really try and call him something, anything, other than Bradley. Bradshaw and Rooster both work, as does asshole and dick. Not that Bradshaw ever promised him anything. Never whispered sweet nothings. Jake isn’t an idiot, they couldn’t have had anything other than something secretive seven years ago. But he’d sort of hoped, only to have that hope dashed every single time they’ve met since. The fact that all Bradley has to do is smile at him has his resolve and hard shell shattering and crumbling around him breaks him. He’s kept the fucking moustache and wonders if Bradley has done it on purpose, a constant reminder of Jake saying he liked it. And he does still like it which is infuriating. On anyone else he can’t stand them, and the one time he tried to grow one had been a mistake of epic proportions. Bradley however looks effortlessly confident and sexy and Jake hates it.

                Hates him.

                Except he doesn’t, despite how much he wants to some days. He thinks he even loves him and Jake hates himself for loving someone who just… doesn’t care about him. He thinks back to the last time they hooked up, and it had been a complete surprise, neither of them expecting the other to be there. They’d still gotten drawn towards each other like they were trapped in the same whirlpool. Afterwards, not long enough after, because Jake could have stayed there with Bradley pressed against him for hours, breath warm on his skin before he’d pulled away. Jake remembers feeling cold.

                “Fuck. Fuck.”

                “We did that already.”

                The laugh Bradley had let out then had been strangled, bordering on hysterical maybe. Jake bit back the question he wanted to ask, which was whether Bradley was alright. Hard shell. He had to be better at not letting it crack.

                “I was trying to fucking apologize.”

                “Weird way to go about it,” Jake had replied, and he’d started moving then, pulling clothes back into place.

                “Jesus Jake… I don’t… Fuck. I really didn’t mean to let this happen. Again.”

                A little part of him thrills at the memory, that he’s apparently as irresistible to Bradley as he is to him. It doesn’t mean that they’re good for each other though. He knows Bradley can be sweet. Has memories of their first time together, that entire weekend, which had felt… well. He doesn’t want to use the word magical, because that’s horse shit. However it had given him hope.

                “It’s all good Bradshaw. Not like it was a hardship. Guess it’s back to pretending we can barely be civil with each other though…” Jake had said, and he hadn’t meant for bitterness to creep through, but the look on Bradley’s face had told him that he’d failed horribly.

                “I… I’m sorry if I gave you the impression that I was, uh, looking for something more. I’m not. Not at the moment.”

                “No. I didn’t think you were.”

                “Shit. Jake. I’m sorry. You don’t have to go. I'll go.”

                “Uh, I kind of think I do. I’m… I am looking for something more so I think I better not waste any more of my time here if it’s not on the cards.”

                Saying the words had felt right at the time, but he still feels like he’s broken his own heart.

                Still.

                He has hope for one-day.

                Doubts very much it’ll ever be Bradley Bradshaw, however much he might want it to be, no matter how ill-advised that is.

EIGHTEEN (2017)

[xprojectrpg]

This Day in X-Project - August 6

PHASE 1

2003: Kitty breaks the code on the files given to her by Nathaniel Essex and reveals to Dazzler that they are government plans to create giant mutant-hunting robots; they go to the Professor about it.

2004: Moira's stomach aches grow worse. Asgard (plot): Alison is nearly burned as a witch; Manuel is taken in by Loki; Jubilee is pixified and ends up as pet to a Dark Elf.

2005: Nathan has lunch with his father in New York, learning his induction into Mistra was intentional, and he has an uncle, Gideon Faraday. Bad Blood: Remy discovers the effects of Sabretooth's attack on Alison.

2007: Bobby gives Terry an antique harp for an early birthday gift.

2008: Seven Minutes In Heaven: Nate's psimitar arrives by courier, sent by Tara Trask who took it back from Ilyas Saidullayev; Forge is less than impressed; Pete is even less impressed when he discovers Lense is now working for the Hellfire Club and smashes his laptop, to the consternation of his staff. Crystal wishes Terry an early happy birthday; Adrienne gives Terry an extra-special present. Sulaco: Amelia discovers the pills Jay has been taking as part of the drug trial and notifies Sam as Jay's family.

2009: Catseye brings ice cream to Nathan in the infirmary and the two discuss French lessons, as well as her joining the X-Men while Nathan contemplates his retirement from same. Catseye emails Kevin asking him for help with Yvette's birthday present. Kyle emails Dani to ask her to smack Jay, who is being belligerent in his own post about joining the X-Men. Dani posts about her resolve to finish college. Catseye seeks out books from Sam and discovers his attack on Kyle, which prompts a great deal of disapproval. Garrison sends a very poignant email to Jay, alluding to the funeral he is attending for his deceased teammates to make Jay understand what being part of a team means. Marius posts to the x-grads community about the maturity of the X-Men and Jay in particular, which yields quite a response from the graduates. Jay apologizes to the team for being an asshole and agrees to accept any trainee name he is given, though the apology has mixed results. Malibu Madness: Julian's father visits and informs his son that should he be able to go three weeks without exceeding a spending limit of $500, he will be given leave to visit - with his friends - the family's summer home in Malibu for a week; Julian posts to x-kids inviting his classmates to the house in Malibu, confident he can win his father's challenge. Jay emails Kyle telling him he is not apologizing for what he said to Kyle on the x-team comm. Nathan announces his retirement from active duty on the x-team comm, informing the team he will be staying on as a reserve member and taking an active role in the training of new members. The Beaubier twins discuss Alpha Flight and Jake. Jay goes to the medlab for a checkup and encounters Nathan, remaining belligerent despite Nathan's patience; Kyle arrives to visit Nathan bearing a pretzel and Jay retreats without further confrontation. Jean-Paul runs into a slightly inebriated Scott at Harry's and discuss the situation in Canada, Nathan's retirement, and Jay's addition to the X-Men. Late at night, an insomniac Lex encounters an overcharged Nori and is very intrigued by her powers. Home and Native Land: The five Alpha members who were killed are buried and Malcolm Colcord reveals not only is Walter Langkowski suspected of accidentally revealing the location of the team in a private email, but the entire Alpha Flight program is being shut down.

2010: Kevin is released from the medlab but can't stay put in his suite. He runs into Laura on his way to the rec room. Butterflies and Hurricanes: Vanessa confronts Haven at her clinic in District X and asks about the missing people. Yvette sends out birthday invitations to her friends. Crystal makes a post commemorating the third anniversary of Atillan's return to the world.

2011: Wade leaves a variety of gifts for people on his return. He chats with Molly and is briefly afraid she's drowned in the pool. Meggan thanks Wade for her gift and mentions self defence training with him. Doug thanks Wade on the journals for his gift; A kegger is proposed with Amanda's keg of Guinness. Matt thanks Wade for his gift. Molly discovers a website of cats wearing hats. Wade sms's Kyle about hangovers.

2012: Scott finds Artie practicing his powers in an empty classroom.

2013: Matt and Hope cook together in the kitchen and discuss about him getting a haircut. Matt crashes at Amanda's after aerial class and the two discuss their different teams, among other things, over Chinese food.

2014: Darkness Within: Jubilee emails Haller, asking him why Molly would hesitate in combat, which nearly caused casualties; Scott emails Namor to tell him that his parents are very unhappy about his abduction and wanted to remove him from Xavier’s. Jean shows Scott Ororo’s old attic apartment, and suggests they move in.PHASE 2

2015: Cruelty is Bitter Bane: Garrison e-mails Logan, Kitty, and Julian for help out in St. Louis; the three mutants arrive in St.Louis to help; Julian and Kane meet with the family; Logan and Kitty break into the morgue. Bobby and Amara meet and are cute while discussing their respective powers.

2016: Gabriel invites the adults of the mansion to join him watching the Olympics and getting drunk on cachaça and eating pizza. Alison posts to say that she’s in front of a huge TV watching the Olympic Games and people should join her. Darcy lets people know that women’s Rugby 7s might be her new favorite sport ever.

2017: Rogue posts up the 2017 Extreme Eating Challenge results complaining she wants to eat everything up there apart from the pasta.

2018: Amanda casually moves in with a reluctant Topaz. Tandy texts Topaz to apologize for missing dinner.

2019:

2020:

2021: Returning to the mansion, Felicia finds North already there and talks with him. As discussed, Darcy and Terry go axe-throwing.

2022: Maya shares some music she likes.

[iamtryingtobelieve]

Promises you made back home are crumpled like the goodbye notes And last night's dirty clothes were on the floor next to the phone And it's been disconnected months ago No calls from your friends back home You lost your point of view and now it's got the best of, got the best of Got the best of you

[plontymon]

Going to see New Found Glory, Less Than Jake with your high school best friend like it's 2003.