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ageofjoshua · 1 month ago

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Jake Kiszka One Shot: Bed Chem

A chance meeting at a party ignites a flirty, tension-filled connection between Y/n and Jake, leading to late-night conversations, playful games, and undeniable passion.

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Jake x Fem!Reader

Inspiration - Bed Chem by Sabrina Carpenter

Warnings - 18!!! smut, strong language, unprotected sex, cream pie, overuse of the world “baby.”

Disclaimer - excuse any errors and as always, let me know if any warnings i missed!!

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As you stepped into the party, you instinctively smoothed out your dress, scanning the crowd for any familiar faces. The room buzzed with energy, laughter, and the clinking of glasses, but no one immediately stood out.

Your eyes landed on the bar, and you decided that was your best bet for a drink—and maybe some company. As you weaved through the crowd, relief washed over you when you spotted Megan standing by the counter.

“Megan!” you called as you reached her.

She turned around, her face lighting up with a bright smile.

“Y/n!” she squealed, pulling you into a hug. “You made it! And, oh my God—look at you!” She leaned back, giving you an approving once-over. “You look HOT.”

You smiled.

“Thanks.”

Megan gestured to her drink. “Want one?”

“Please.” You chuckled.

She waved over the bartender and ordered you a drink. As she did, your gaze drifted back to the crowd—until it landed on someone. A stranger. A ridiculously handsome one.

Your breath hitched.

Long hair, a bit of facial hair, and the most stunning brown eyes you’d ever seen. He exuded a quiet confidence, effortlessly drawing your attention. You were so caught up staring that you barely noticed Megan tapping your shoulder.

“Huh?” You blinked, turning to her.

“Your drink,” she said with a knowing chuckle, handing it over. “So… who’s got you all dazed?”

You took a sip, your eyes instinctively finding him again. Megan followed your gaze, and the moment she spotted him, a smirk curled on her lips.

“Oh,” she mused. “That’s Jake.”

Your head snapped back to her. “You know him?”

She nodded. “We have mutuals. He’s a cool guy…” She leaned in slightly, her voice lowering. “And he’s very single.”

You felt your stomach flip.

“Want me to introduce you?” she teased.

Your eyes widened. “I don’t have nearly enough alcohol for that.” You laughed nervously, taking another sip.

Megan grinned. “Then hurry up and drink—because we’re going over there.”

After another drink, you and Megan made your way over. Though the alcohol loosened you up a bit, you were still nervous as hell but tried to act as normal and chill as possible.

“Jake!” Megan called out.

He turned toward the sound of her voice, and the moment his eyes landed on you, your knees nearly gave out.

“Hey, Megan.” He grinned, pulling her into a casual side hug. “How’ve you been?”

Megan barely acknowledged the question, her focus locked on introducing you.

“Jake, this is my friend, Y/n.”

His gaze shifted to you, warm and undeniably captivating. “Hey.” He extended a hand. “Nice to meet you.”

You reached out, shaking his hand. “Nice to meet you too.”

Megan smirked, then dramatically cleared her throat. “Welp! I need a drink.” She turned, winked at you, and disappeared into the crowd, leaving you alone with Jake.

He watched her go, then quickly looked back at you. “So, Y/n, are you from here?”

“Yeah, born and raised.”

He nodded. “Huh. Then how come we’ve never met? How long have you known Megan?”

The way he said it made heat rise to your cheeks, but you tried to play it cool.

“A few years now. We met in college.”

Jake nodded, taking a slow sip of his beer, about to say something when someone called his name from across the room. At the same moment, your phone buzzed in your hand. One glance at the screen made you roll your eyes—you had no interest in dealing with this right now. You wanted to stay. You wanted to keep talking to him.

But when you looked up, Jake was already speaking.

“I’m sorry, I have to go.”

“I have to get going.”

Your words overlapped, making you both pause before breaking into quiet laughter.

“Sorry,” you said first, tucking your phone away. “It was really nice meeting you, Jake.”

“You too.” He nodded, but just as you turned to leave, he called after you.

“Hey, Y/n.”

You glanced back, waiting.

“Can I get your Instagram or something?”

That night, the moment you got home, you found yourself glued to your phone. Sitting on the couch with a glass of wine, you waited—refreshing your notifications, anticipation buzzing under your skin.

Then, your screen lit up.

Your heart skipped a beat as you quickly set your wine down and grabbed your phone. And there it was—an alert that made you squeal in excitement. Jake had followed you.

Wasting no time, you clicked on his profile, hit follow, and began scrolling.

Every photo left you breathless. He was drop-dead gorgeous—effortlessly cool, exuding charm in every shot. With each scroll, you pieced together his vibe, imagining what it would be like to be with him.

And, yeah. He was huge.

The brief interaction at the party had already sparked something, and now, as you stalked his page, you could feel it—undeniable chemistry.

Then, another notification popped up.

Your breath hitched. A DM. From him.

You hesitated, fingers hovering over the screen before finally clicking into your messages.

“It was really nice meeting you tonight :) Maybe our paths will cross again when we’re both not in a rush.”

And they did.

Over the next few weeks, you and Jake kept talking, effortlessly falling into a rhythm. The conversations flowed, and soon enough, you made plans to see each other again.

The hangouts were casual—grabbing coffee, late-night drives, lazy afternoons—but the tension was anything but casual. Subtle touches, lingering eye contact, the way he leaned in just a little too close—it confirmed everything you’d been suspecting.

He felt it too.

As the days passed, familiarity settled between you. There were no awkward pauses, no hesitations. Just you and Jake, getting closer. And neither of you seemed to mind.

“More wine?” Jake asked, holding up the bottle.

You nodded, extending your glass as he poured.

“Wanna watch another movie?” you asked, settling back into the couch.

“Or…” he set the bottle down, a mischievous grin creeping onto his face, “we could play Never Have I Ever.”

You chuckled. “Never Have I Ever?”

“Yeah.” He plopped down beside you, eyes twinkling with amusement. “Come on, it’ll be fun.”

With a shrug, you got comfortable, sipping your wine as you waited for him to start.

“Alright…” Jake tapped his chin in thought before smirking. “Never have I ever… gone skinny dipping.”

You studied him for a moment, then lifted your glass and took a sip—watching as he did the same. The game carried on, laughter filling the room as the questions got more ridiculous.

“Okay, okay, my turn.” You straightened up, a playful glint in your eyes. “Never have I ever… done anything in a public place.”

Jake arched a brow, then, without hesitation, brought his drink to his lips and took a sip.

Your jaw dropped. “Jake!”

“What?” he asked, feigning innocence.

“Oh my God!” You laughed, setting your glass down.

“You’re the one who asked,” Jake smirks, swirling his drink in his hand.

“And where, exactly, did that happen?”

“You really wanna know?”

“Yes.” You nod, curiosity piqued.

Jake sets his glass down, shifting closer to you on the couch. His hands find your waist, effortlessly guiding your legs over his lap. “It was at a party,” he murmurs, fingers grazing your thigh. “Had her like this… and, well, you can figure out the rest.” He chuckles, his voice low and teasing. “It was dark, so no one even noticed. At least, I think they didn’t.”

Your breath catches slightly at the closeness, warmth radiating between you. “I see…” you manage, voice softer than intended.

“Yeah…”

Neither of you move, the air between you thick with something unspoken. Then, Jake reaches up, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his touch lingering against your cheek.

“You’re absolutely beautiful, Y/n. Did you know that?”

Before hesitation can creep in, your hands find his face, pulling him in. His lips crash onto yours, and in an instant, his grip on your waist tightens, drawing you onto his lap. The kiss deepens, growing heated, urgent.

In one swift motion, Jake shifts, flipping you onto the couch beneath him. A quiet gasp escapes you as you stare up at him, your pulse hammering.

“Let me show you,” he murmurs, his gaze locked onto yours. “Let me show you how beautiful you are.”

You nod, words failing you.

Jake’s lips return to yours, trailing slowly down to your neck. Your fingers tangle in his hair, a soft sigh slipping past your lips as his hands roam, exploring, teasing. His touch ignites something electric beneath your skin, sending warmth coursing through you.

“Tell me if you want me to stop,” he whispers against your skin.

You don’t. You know he knows that.

Still, you nod—because this moment belongs to the both of you.

And neither of you plan to stop.

Jake’s hands find your waist, fingers slipping beneath the fabric of your sweats.

“Lift your hips for me, baby,” he murmurs against your neck, his voice low and coaxing.

You obey without hesitation, and he tugs them down, his touch lingering as his gaze sweeps over you.

“Good girl…” he breathes, his lips curling into a smirk as his hand drifts lower, tracing slow, teasing circles over the thin fabric still between you.

“How’s that feel, pretty girl?”

You let out a soft moan, and Jake’s smirk deepens at the sound. His touch lingers for a moment before he pulls away, straightening up.

His movements are swift as he tugs off his sweats, the strain beneath his boxers evident. Your eyes stay locked on him, anticipation thrumming through you.

You were right.

He was huge.

Your excitement grew.

He meets your gaze, something dark and heated flashing in his eyes before he presses a hand to your hips once more.

“Lift for me, baby,” he murmurs, voice thick with intent.

You nod again, doing as told so he can get off your panties.

You nod again, following his lead as he slips your panties off.

His hands grip your hips, pulling you in closer until he’s settled between your legs. With a firm touch, he guides them apart.

“Keep them just like that for me, okay, baby?”

Another nod.

Jake leans down, positioning himself right at your entrance, his eyes locked onto yours.

You both let out breathy gasps as he teases your entrance, dragging the tip of his cock along your folds. The sensation sends a shiver rippling through your body.

“Yeah? You like that, baby?” His voice is low, teasing.

A soft whine escapes you as you nod, already aching for more.

Then, he pushes in.

Your arm wraps tightly around his neck, a sharp gasp leaving your lips as he stretches you inch by inch.

“That’s it… you can take it, baby,” he murmurs, his breath warm against your skin. “Just a little more…”

Your grip around his neck tightens as he sinks in fully, a satisfied grin spreading across his face. He starts to move, slow and deliberate, dragging out every sensation.

His face hovers just inches from yours, eyes locked onto your expression, drinking in every reaction.

“You look so pretty like this, Y/n…” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek without breaking his rhythm. “You take me so well.”

A loud moan slips past your lips, his words only intensifying the pleasure.

Jake smirks, picking up the pace.

“That’s right, baby… let me hear you,” he coaxes, dropping another kiss to your cheek. His thrusts grow sharper, deeper. “Look at you.” His voice is thick with admiration, his breath hot against your skin. “So beautiful.”

Your moans grew louder with each thrust, the sensation overwhelming—you swore you could feel him deep in your stomach.

Jake’s face was a picture of pure pleasure, his brows furrowed, jaw clenched, completely lost in the feel of you.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his voice strained. “You’re so tight… so perfect.”

A desperate whine left your lips as your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him in even deeper.

Jake let out a low, guttural grunt, his pace quickening.

“Shit!”

You were close—you could feel it building, the heat coiling deep inside you.

“Jake…” you moaned, your voice laced with urgency.

“Yeah, baby?”

“I’m gonna come…”

Jake moaned, his pace growing erratic.

“Me too…”

Your eyes locked onto his, watching every flicker of pleasure cross his face.

“Come in me.”

A deep groan tore from his throat at your words, his thrusts growing sloppier.

“Fuck, Y/n…”

“Jake… I want you to.”

That was all it took. His body tensed, a shuddering moan escaping his lips as you both tumbled over the edge. The feeling of him spilling into you only heightened your own release, sending waves of pleasure crashing through you.

“Y/n! Fuck—”

You clung to him, breath hitching as his hips jerked before finally going still.

Collapsing onto you, both of you lay there, panting. After a moment, Jake lifted his head, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face, a satisfied smirk tugging at his lips.

He glances at the door leading to your balcony, then back at you with a teasing glint in his eyes.

“Never have I ever done it on a balcony?”

You laugh, shaking your head. “Never.”

Jake’s smirk widens as he pulls back, sitting up and extending his hand toward you.

“Well, let’s fix that.”

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chouxsardine · 1 year ago

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Amabo Te---Jake Kiszka x reader

Summary: When jealousy and insecurity get the best of you, when he wants to teach you a lesson. Will you give him a chance?

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x reader

Word Count: 5002

Warnings: 18+! Minors DNI, established BDSM relationship, dom!jake/sub!reader, brat! reader, the infamous Jake snap, caning, alcohol, language, jealousy, insecurity, self-esteem issue, self-deprecation, unprotected p in v sex, crying, a mix of soft and mean Jake (?), nerdy Latin sh*t,

Genre: angst, hurt/comfort (with fluffy ending?)

Author's note: Sorry for the wait! inspired by this idea from @hearts-hunger. I've been wanting to write about this since the first day I've seen it, so I kind of took the idea and run with it. It turns out a lot softer than I expected (oops). A new attempt for me to toy around with power dynamics. Every single one of you is deserving of love. I love you a lot. Enjoy!

🎧: How Many More Times by Led Zeppelin; Sorceress by Jess Williamson; When Anger Turns to Honey by Chelsea Wolfe; Hey Now (When I Give You All My Lovin')" by Romare

You know damn well what you’re doing. The thumping of the drum aligns with your heartbeat, melting into your veins along with the few martinis that you’ve downed consecutively. The air is a mix of ostentatious colognes, sweat, and smoke that wafts off dancing and heaving bodies. The floors feel sticky under your feet, and the label of the dress you are wearing has irritated you all night. You can feel it digging into your sides, the two almost invisible row of plastic nubs cutting into your skin with each exhale and rubbing against it with every movement. Isn’t it amazing that such a trivial and hidden matters can make such a fuss? You know damn well what you’re going to do—bratting to get Jake’s attention—but you don’t know why you’re doing it. At this point, the anxiety and the alcohol in your system have managed to form itself into a vicious ouroboros, and you can’t tell which one is the cause.

Have you and Jake been spending less time together recently because he was busy? Yes. Have you been honest when Jake asked if you want to go to this party with him? No. You have also had a rough week, and you just want to cuddle with him on the sofa, watching some silly rom com while languidly poking at a bowl of Mac and cheese with generous amount ketchup squirted on top. However, you are afraid to say no because you don’t want him to think that you are a spoiled and needy brat. Welp, you guess this is where lying about your feelings leads to: uncomfortably standing in a night club, being a brat in another way. In the back of your mind, you know that if you’d only be honest and tell the truth, Jake will get you out of here in a heartbeat with no judgement. But the alcohol is messing with you, and it doesn’t help that a girl has been hitting on Jake this whole time.

She was also wearing a tight minidress—a searing red one with spaghetti strap, hugging her body in all the right places while also showing it off just enough skin to leave space for imagination—one that makes the one on your body eclipse. She puts her elbows on the bar counter while leaning purposefully so that all it takes is one careless movement while reaching for one’s drink to touch her breasts. Jake wasn’t paying attention to her, or at least not now, not yet. You feel jealousy shoot up your veins. Having left Jake’s side when he met an old acquittance and their conversation was getting too long , then being blocked by the crowd rushing into the dance floor when you plan to stride back, you are now standing on the other side of the room, anxiously tapping your feet, waiting for the hideous song to end.

You take another sip of your drink, and as you raised your eyelids, you saw the girl getting off the bar stool. She should’ve known better than standing up holding a full shot glass in her hands or perhaps she shouldn’t have done that silly little hop trying to impress. Of course, her heels got hung on the footrest a second too long, and she fell forward, throwing herself on Jake. He caught her, his hand on her shoulder to restore her balance. His action was neat and brief, his complexion barely changes. It is clear as day a spontaneous and innocent response, but for you, that’s the last straw.

You didn’t even care continue watching for their further exchange—or whether there was one. You down your drink and slam the empty glass on the counter a bit too harsh before stepping onto the dance floor. You make eye contact with the nearest guy. “Would you like to dance?” The music is loud and it is dark. You lean in closer and ask again when he doesn’t hear you.

Now you are sure that Jake has seen it. When he catches your eyes, a pang of guilt and shame zips through you, you feel like a child being caught red-handedly cheating on a test. You know what you are doing is wrong and petty, you are doing it to get his attention. But in the heat of the moment, with your emotions tangled up, jealousy gets the best of you. You try to look away, and that’s when you see the snap.

It is something that he has conditioned into you. Whenever you’re acting up in public, Jake’s snap is his warning to you. And when it’s quiet around, it’s a gentle but firm squeeze a little above your knee under the table. You got three strikes, but you usually get back in hand just with his warning glance or him simply raising his hands a little.

Jake was leaning back against the bar, his elbow resting on the counter. It is a quick snap between his fingers with a flick of his wrist. There was no way that you would hear it above the music, but in your brain, it rolls loud like thunder.

Out of the reflexive response, your body acts before your mind catches up. You freeze for a second, and you feel a phantom touch like a subtle current rolling over the area above your knee. You try your best to feign your indifference, peeling your glance away. He started it, you lie to yourself.

As the song comes to an end, the guy you were dancing with asks to buy you a drink. You accept and follow him to the bar. Before you even sot down, you feel Jake coming over and standing behind you. His hand is on your waist. A gentle squeeze. Subtle but possessive.

“Hey, what—” The poor guy is confused.

“Would you please excuse us?” Jake’s voice is calm and smooth. You don’t have to turn back to know that he is smiling politely. The kind of smile that doesn’t reach his eyes.

The man cocks his eyebrows. You don’t dare to read his expression. “I’m sorry, I have to go.” Before he can respond, you turn on your heels and let Jake lead you out of the bar. Jake isn’t even gripping hard on you, but by now, every nerve in your body has learned to be attentive and obedient to his touch. It is only when the cold air outside hits you that you try to break away from him.

You knew you have gone to the point of no return. You have achieved nothing with your childish act, and to continue a tantrum is your only way to save face.

“Let—”

“Shut it,” Jake cuts you off, rage boiling behind those two words.

“I’ve got three strikes! That was only one!” You retort.

Jake narrows his eyes. “Then consider this your strike two.”

“Fuck you!” You blurt out, instantly regretting as the words left you lips. You see a moment of confusion and incredulous flash through Jake’s eyes before anger takes over. He lets out a dry laugh. You shiver.

“That’s it.” Jake releases your hand, taking off his jacket, flings it over your shoulder with a push at the small of your back. He walks the two of you to where the car was parked. He still opens the door for you and puts his hand up to protect you from hitting your head before circling to his side.

In the few seconds of silence between your side of the car door closing and his side of the car door opening, you sag like a bounce house with a puncture, all the furiousness has left your body, replaced by the bone-deep regret and exhaustion. You want to go back to a few hours ago, where you would say, “I don’t feel like going out tonight. Can we stay in and watch a movie?”, where you would say, “I don’t want to be here anymore. Can we go home?”, where you would straight up look into his eyes and tell him, “I miss you so much, I just want to spend time with you, alone.”

The broody silence stretches through the whole way home. You almost hop he would just leave you in the car. You feel ashamed when he yanks your side of the door open with his hand up on the frame.

Once you are in the house, Jake walks directly to the liquor cabinet, pulling out a bottle of whiskey and pouring himself a glass. He stands in front of the French window, his thumb hooked in his belt, the left side of his jacket riding up.

There is no sign of the rage you expected. You are still wearing his jacket, your fingers curled up in the leather. The shame that was burning inside you clashes with the icy feeling down your spine.

You expect him to push you against the wall, or spit out “strip”, or at least a “go upstairs”. You know that you will drop down on your knees the second the first syllable of any those words parts his lips. Or something through his eyes, a silent scowl, a stern look. Even when Jake is silent, his eyes always convey something—-or at least you can always read something from them.

But he is not even looking at you now.

Please don’t ignore me.

“The silent treatment now, really?” It can’t be any clearer that you are fighting a lost battle. Your voice bounces off the silence and stabs you like a boomerang.

Jake finally turns around. He lowers his head and smirks. The next words he says make you icy cold. It’s like you are standing on a frozen lake and have misjudged the thickness of the ice beneath you feet; with a misstep, it cracks, and you fall into the piercing cold water.

“Do you think you deserve ‘treatment’,” he accentuates the word, “of any kind, my dear?”

The nickname is stripped off all its concomitant affection, only adding to the insult with biting irony. You’d rather he didn’t use it at all. The tears threaten to spill. You clench your fist.

“That’s your way of talking, huh?” Jake paces towards you, each step slow and steady like a confident predator cornering his prey, “some yaps and some whines, but my little brat just loves running her mouth.”

Brat. That word punches you like a left hook. A brat. That’s exactly what you have been tonight.

You know for sure you are finally going to submit, and once you reached that stage, it’s going to be pure bliss; it will be the closest you’ll ever felt to him. And that’s all you want, to be close to him. Sure, a beeline from point A to point B is straight and clear, but where’s the fun in that? Being a brat feels like an elongated foreplay. Just as you are ashamed of the amount of swearwords and moans you let out when being edged, you can’t deny that you love it. Love it so much that you are doing it to yourself. You wanted it so much, but you refuse to accept it without some struggle. You feel unworthy when things land on your lap easily. The emotions you will experience after winning the lottery probably would be fear and suspicion, as you contemplate “now that I’m hit on the head with pennies from heaven, what will I lose in exchange? You are plagued by the fairy tale in which the king is ravished with joy when he finds a precious jewel but then proceeds to lose his beloved once as the backfire. After all, life never gives anything for nothing, a price is always exacted for what fate bestows.* You believe the same goes for love. Jake came into your life so suddenly, sweeping in like a whirlwind, with such velocity and intensity that you are afraid one day he will exit like one, leaving your heart in the ruins. You have to earn his love, you will be his good girl.

“Have I been ignoring my princess? Attention, is that what you want? Jealousy, is that what got into you tonight, um?” His finger grips your chin.

You both love and detest how Jake has always been able to strip you bare with such ease, your body and your desire. To see through the “yes” behind the “no” when your pride and stubbornness get the best of you, and the “no” behind the “yes” when you overexert yourself and try to please while ignoring your limits. It does takes quite some effort to reach this almost telepathic stage, a bumpy trail full of frustration and trial and errors, but it’s worth the effort. When the voice inside your head gets loud and your body is aching with unsoothable desire, the wrong punishment will immediately send you crying in a non sexy way.

You have no choice but to look into his eyes. One simple stare from him dissects your thought like a scalpel. With one clean, cold cut, he slices you open. Exposed, vulnerable.

You are already playing a dangerous game, walking the tight rope, teetering on the edge. Now, you are pulled off balance by his eyes drilling into you, demanding complete honesty and obedience.

“Please.” You mumble, lowering your eyes.

“Please, what?” He tilts your chin right up.

Your voice is meek, barely audible, but legible enough for Jake. “Please punish me, Sir.”

He lets go of you. Immediately you miss his touch.

“Upstairs. You know what to do.”

You are on autopilot as you remove your clothing, leaving them in a pile on the floor and nudging them into the closet with your feet. Out of sight. The sequins on your dress shine like a flamboyant humiliation.

It can’t be more than five minutes until Jake comes into the room, but every single second feels like purgatory to you. You let out a long sigh of relief as you heard his footsteps. You hear him shuffle behind you, and then the sound of him rummaging through the drawer, collecting the things he needs. Finally, you see his feet in your lowered sight as he steps in front of you. You keep your head down, knowing better than looking up to see what he has in his hands. But you can’t escape the shadow that was projected onto the floor. Something long and thin.

“Please don’t tie me up.” You blurt out before immediately biting down on your lip.

“I’m afraid you’re not in the position to bargain, dear, ” He’s right. “This is a punishment; it’s not supposed to be what you want. You take. Is that understood?” His voice looms over your bare skin, giving you goosebumps.

“Yes, Sir.”

Then something hard touches your thigh. You look down and see the end of a cane. The cane. A blessing and a curse. It isn’t very often that Jake uses a cane on you. To you, it hurts more than a paddle but turns you on more as well. The cane draws a wiggly line down your legs, stopping at that area above your knee with three taps. Your kneeling frame perches up in response, your body instantly connecting the touch with Jake’s warning squeeze.

Then, a clear and crisp snap break through the quiet room. Your head shots up spontaneously and you crash into Jake’s eyes. His dominance is dialed up to the fullest from this angle. His long eyelashes cast shadows under the eyes, deepening his brown pupils. His lips are lightly parted, his eyebrows relaxed. He looks appreciative, like admiring an art piece of his own creation.

“Ah, so you do remember.” He makes a statement, but it sounds like a reprimand in your ears.

“I…”

“You will have plenty of chance to speak tonight, but not now.” Honestly, you are secretly glad that he stops you because you don’t trust your voice not to break. The apology lodges and throbs in your throat.

“We put a lot of time and effort into our warnings. It doesn’t come easy, I think you know that,” Jake continues, “you chose, deliberately, to ignore and violate them tonight. So I’m sure you have good reasons to do so.”

The cane nudges the inner side of your thigh, signalling you to stand up. And then a goad with the tip on the back of your sacrum, making you topple forward, with your hands gripping on the end of the mattress.

The whoosh sound of the cane as it comes down startles you even more than the stinging, closely followed by Jake’s gruff demand: “Enlighten me. Why?”

The delayed pain is now blooming over your skin. Why? All the previous shame resurfaces, forcing you to recall every detail. You drag your teeth over your bottom lip.

The next hit comes down harder, moving up slightly from where the last one lands.

Still silence. You close your eyes tightly, tears burning behind your eyelids. You want nothing more than being honest with Jake, but somehow you just can’t squeeze the words out of you. Thinking back now, it is so not worthy to act up something so trivial. Everything would have been fine if you just be honest right from the start, if you communicate your feelings directly. But why can’t you?

Whack.

The next one hits an inch to the left. The cane is worse because it gathers the sensations. If the paddle feels like putting your hands into a basin of hot water, the cane feels like splashes of hot oil. Obviously, you are still an independent grown-up with full control of your body autonomy, but at the moment, you so desperately need to transfer that control. Even if it’s temporary, so that your brain would stop lying to you. And Jake is demanding exactly that.

Why? Why can’t you be honest with him? Time has proved that this man has been nothing but respectful, understanding, and non-judgemental. What are you afraid of? What more can you ask for?

Whack.

“What’s your color?”

“G..green, Sir.”

You press your lips together hard. An involuntary tear escaping from the corner of your eyes. Your brain is determined to play a tug of war with the help of your stubbornness, but your body revolts. The pain is numbing your volition.

Whack.

Now that you’ve known each strike is calculated. Jake never hits the same place. They are always placed from each other with some space so that the pain spreads and connects like drops of paint on paper, spreading into a watercolour in different shades of pink. Your muscle contract. You are absurdly wet; it feels almost purely physiological, even though you know the agony is only a calling. Deep down there’s the yearning— craving to be touched, to be soothed and caressed. But are you worth it?

Whack.

“I am an ungrateful, attention-seeking brat.” You cry, your forehead dropping down on your laced fingers.

Jake is grateful that you can’t see his expression. And maybe that’s a good thing for you too. Because if you see the heartache in his eyes, your pretense of strength will fall apart in an instant. It rips his heart to hear you degrading yourself. It tortures him when you can’t see how worthy, beautiful, and precious you are the way he does. It hurts him to know that he fails to earn your trust, to earn your complete honesty. He knows your body; he has learned your threshold of pain and pleasure, and has the skill of a pharmacist when it comes to mixing the two to give you euphoria. However, he is an unarmed man facing the voices inside your head, he is clueless standing in front of the thorny-hedged gate of your heart. And it confounds him too when sometimes hurting you is the only way he can show you love. If you would only let me, princess, if you would only let me love you.

This time, there is only a gentle tap on the fleshiest part of your butt.

“Nice try. That’s not the answer I asked for.” It takes everything in Jake to maintain his domineering facade. Bullshit. You’re a loving, gentle, poetic, sensible soul that just happens to be too good at feeding yourself deprecative lies.

By now, all the fight left in you is a poorly-crafted sandcastle swilled over and over by waves of pain. The good pain. Cathartic. Liberating. Hypnotizing, almost. They converge into the mysterious song of the siren, whispering in your ear: “Stop fighting. Give it up to me.”

The voice sounds warm, assuring, familiar: “Let me in.”

That busts you right open.

“I know there was nothing, I only did it to get your attention.” Once the hardest part was out, you find yourself unable to stop. The box-ed up feelings cascade out of you. “I..I don’t want to be there! I d-didn’t tell you because…I don’t want to look n-needy. You’re too good for me. You’re one of countless good things that have happened to me, w-what if you leave?”

Ugly sobs ripple through your body. Your legs threatening to give out as you shake your head in guilt. Tears burn you blotched skin and gone cold way too quickly, leaving damp trails on your cheek.

“I’m so sorry, Jake. I’m sorry.”

Between your whimper, you hear another swoosh of the cane coming down. You tense up subconsciously. There is the sound of the cane hitting flesh, but the anticipated pain never came. Before you could think further, your were pulled up and sat in Jake’s lap. His woodsy musk envelops you as he tucks your head under his chin. Pangs of guilt shoot through your body, hurting way worse than your behind. Slowly but surely, Jake’s warm and strong hands find the nape of your neck, pulling you towards his chest where you bury your face, your shoulder shudders, and you cry. Jake's heart contracts painfully along with each of your sob. He closes his eyes tightly.

“You silly, silly little fool.” He sighs, rocking you back and forth, “it would be so much easier if you just say so from the start. But my little kitten just won’t go down without a fight, will she?” His finger combs through your sweaty strands.

“Is that how you love, little flame?” Jake murmurs, his lips brushing against your temple, “always so fierce, so effusive, like a supernova?”

You keen on that word. You think you’ve never loved a a nickname more. Jake’s steady heartbeat against your chest grounds you and slowly restores all your senses like books being put back onto the shelf after being swept down to the floor in a storm. Slot by slot, mise en place.

Feeling that you’ve calmed down, Jake takes your face in his hands. “Let me show you.” He leaves kisses all over your face, pausing between each one to speak.

“This. Is. How. I. Love.”

He touches his forehead to yours. It is impossible to look away, impossible to feel anything else other than him.

“Allow me to love you.”

The sentence is like a curse, one that undid some wicked spell, one that wilts all the thorns on your heart, one that undid you completely.

Your eyes flutter shut as you feel the butterfly in your stomach. You know it was triggered by the long-caged bird in your heart flexing its wings. Soar. Soar head-on into love. Take the fearless flight and never regret thy fall.

The slightly weird sensation on the left side of your face makes something click in your brain. You hurriedly pull Jake’s hand down and see a swollen mark welt across his left palm.*

That’s where the last hit lands. He takes it for you.

“See? equal.” He holds up his palm.

“Jake…” Your lips quiver. You hold his hand in yours, desperately kissing it. Jake hardly seem to mind at all, using his other hand to wipe away your tears. His eyes infinitely gentle.

“Do not feel guilty, that’s not my point. I am sorry for not letting you trust me enough. I love you, it is my fault to not make it known to you it all the while.* We’re even now, clean slate. Only trust from now on, okay?”

Nothing reassures you more than a clean slate; that means you are not completely fucked up, that means you still have the opportunity to redeem yourself, to do better, and this time you know that you have a better chance because you are not doing it alone, you have Jake by your side, and he has managed to make you believe that he will always be by your side.

You press your lips against his. His tongue dips into your mouth. You roll your hips on his thighs. The need rekindles inside you.

“Tell me what you want, princess. Anything for you.”

“I want you. Jake. Please make love to me.”

With that, he lifts you up and flips you over. You land on the bed, letting out a chuckle as you watch him get rid of his shirt and pants. Your limbs go warm when his body covers yours. The pendant of his necklace drags down your sternum and dipping into your navel as his kisses your breasts. His mouth finds your nipple, his tongue circling around your areola, feeling it grow harder and perk up even more. You let out a squeal, arching your back, your clit meeting his pelvis for a futile relief. You feel him, hard and determined, flush against your entrance. Your muscles tense up, clenching around the emptiness. The silky desire flows down through your veins, gathering downward.

You lie open like a book, allowing his velvet tongue to explore every letter and punctuation. You are completely at his disposal. Jake’s movements are slow and skilled, tentalizing and hypnotic

“Please.”

“Please, what?” He repeats the question with a cheeky grin.

“Please, fuck me already.” The verb sounds so vulgar, yet you’ve never said it with so much love and tenderness. Fuck. You love the plosive in the end. Explosive, fervent, triumphant.

“Please,” Jake mused. His hand snakes between your bodies, his finger plunging into your wetness.

“Do you know,” his fingers curls and scraps, collecting your slickness and stroking them up and down your labia, “how do they say ‘please’ in classical Latin?”

“Poetic nerd.” You quipped, followed by a vindictive press of his finger against your tissue that makes you mewl.

“Amabo te.” He whispers as he holds his cock in his hand, his tip tapping on your entrance along with each syllable, each of them dripping onto your skin like honey. Knock, knock.

“Amabo te.” You mindlessly repeat after him. The sound is magical and mesmerizing, rumbling off your tongue with such gracefulness.

“And it just happens to also literally mean,” he pushes his hip forward, making every inch pronounced. The double suspense makes your breath hitch.

“I will love you.”

He bottoms out in one long, silky thrust. Every sensory system in your body fires up. Air is whipped out of your lungs and restored by his kiss. Your hands map his back, hugging him tighter, nailing him into you even deeper. Jake only pulls back slightly before pumping right back, cherishing the silky heat of yours as if there’s no tomorrow. His sharp pants fall all over your neck and your collarbone. The pleasure is building up at a scary pace.

Jake’s face is so close to yours, you see yourself in his eyes, fused with nothing but bliss and desire that danced through his blown-out pupils. At this moment, you are love. The realization sends a tremor through you. For the first time tonight, your body and brain and in sync. No more fighting.

“Can feel you, love,” Jake grunts, the vein visible on his sweat-coated forehead. You buck up your hips, spurring him on.

“Take me with you.”

For a few heartbeats, the world went silent. Never has an orgasm felt so good. Zings of fire sparkles and spreads. Your mouth hangs open; the pleasure robbed your voice, pinning you down as a time stamp. You are preserved in the moment like a butterfly specimen. It makes you want to exist like that forever.

Your leg jerks, urging him to stay as he rolls off you. In your peripheral vision, you saw you were still holding hands, his fingers laced and lodged with yours like a promise.

Jake’s lips graze your ears, a strand of his curls falls across your lips. His voice is raspy and low, with an easily detected tenderness. “Did I do it? Will you let me love you?”

You know it takes a lot of energy out of him as well. And now, a faint trance of postpositive guilt and the languid afterglow mixed with the subspace are catching up with you. Every inch of you is uncurled and loosened, but in the back of your mind still remains some sanity the size of a laundry basket where you have a heart to be strong, be strong for him; he takes such good care of you. You pull Jake’s welted palm against your bare chest, close to your heart. You squeeze his hand, followed with three gentle pats on its back. Just like the way he tells you that you are safe and he’s not leaving when you are blindfolded and tied up.

You know you will talk more about it in the morning over plates of French toast or blueberry pancakes, but for now, everything is good…..and that conversation doesn’t sound scary to you at all. You know that the man lying next to you will dote on you with nothing but pure love and acceptance. And that doesn’t sound half bad at all.

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*1: adapted from Stefan Zweig, Marie Antoinette: The Portrait of an Average Woman

*2: inspired by Three-Line Whip: A First Time Maledom BDSM Novella by James Hardcourt

*3: adapted from The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

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my other works: Permission to Fall || Mariner's Complex || Ticked (all my boxes) || Love is a four-legged word || The Lucky Ones || Coming back to me || Warm Honey || He Would || Hold Me (1) (2) || blurb: Chin Tattoo, Ribbon Bow 🎀, post-show

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simmerdowndee · 1 month ago

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THE GROVES “TEENAGE YEARS” EPISODE SEVEN PART THREE

Senior night is here! They have all kinds of games and food. I decided to facetime Ava to show her what she’s missing. I wish she was here to finish with me… It's okay though, because my dad might have to travel there within the next 3 months, and he said he’d take Cai and I. I’m gonna go eat and then go hangout with the biology club.

[Cai]

I haven’t seen Jordan yet. I have to be honest… I am pretty excited to see him after all this time…

Ryan: Here, I got you some punch. Cai: Thank you! Ryan: You look really pretty tonight. Cai: You’re so sweet. Stop. Ryan: I’ll be right back.

The principal gets on stage and welcomes mvp alumni.

There’s Jordan. Oh my god, he looks so good.. Oh shit I think he saw me… Welp, let's do this…

Jordan: It’s been a minute, Caibear.

Awhhh he hasn’t called me that a while…

Cai: Hi Jordan. Jordan: Can I have a hug or are we not-

I was trying so hard not to seem like I missed him but I do. I miss him so much.

Jordan: I’ve missed you too.

Cai: Sorry, it's just nice to see you.

Jordan: You look very pretty tonight.

Cai: Thank you. I feel like you left and came back even more handsome.. Jordan: The girls on campus agree with you.

Uh, haha?

Jordan: I am kidding, I’m kidding. Cai: Pft, it's okay. You are free to see who you please…

Jordan: I’m actually very interested in the girl I am talking to currently… Cai: *nervous laugh*

Ryan walks back over.

Ryan: Sorry, Jake got on the subject of simnite and I got lost. Cai: It’s okay…….Ryan, this is Jordan. Ryan: One of the mvp’s right? It's cool they let you guys come. Jordan: Thanks. It's nice being back. Ryan: So how do you know Cai?

Oh hell…

Cai: Uh, well we uh… Jordan: We were good friends when I was attending here. Ryan: Wow Cai, you’re friends with all the cool kids huh. Cai: *nervous laugh*

Why would he tell him that instead of telling him we dated…?

*Jordan’s college friends are calling for him*

Jordan: I should head back to the guys. Jordan: It was nice seeing you, Caibear.

Oh he’s fucking real cute for that.

Jordan: Take care Ryan…

Jordan walks away and Ryan and I go over with our group of friends… I truly wish I hadn’t seen him tonight… because now I am in my head…

UGH…

#my sims #simblr #sims 4 #the sims #the sims 4 #thesims4 #ts4 simblr #sims 4 gameplay #simblog #teenageyears

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steviebbboi · 4 months ago

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10 characters:

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Natasha Romanoff

Sam Wilson

Tony Stark

Ari Levinson

Jake Jensen

Wolverine / Logan Howlett / I'm not actually sure what his official name is but I know you thirst him?

Andy Barber

Johnny Storm

Haha omg wait I love this -- based off of this post

10 characters that I would:

Steve Rogers: MARRY -- *ahem* I mean, I'd marry him, sure.

Bucky Barnes: Take a nap with. Like, just crush me with that metal arm as we cuddle, do y'know what I mean?

Natasha Romanoff: Party with. Nat looks like she knows how to have a good time in all of her seriousness, those undercover missions couldn't have been for nothin'! She seems like she would also be the best wing woman ever.

Sam Wilson: Rob. Because 🎶I wanna fly like a bird, I wanna fly awaaaayyyy 😊

Tony Stark: Go out on a date with. YO, Tony's gonna take me out to the good-good dinner, pop some champagne, and may fly me out to wherever I want, take me to the spa - idk, isn't that how the other half lives? He also seems like he'd provide me with solid entertainment for at the very least, 5 hours of pampered time. (I'm not entirely money hungry, I think I'm just manifesting wealth and self-care in all of its forms at this point).

Ari mothafuckin Levinson: AH, I CAN'T ADD ANOTHER MARRY NOW CAN I -- I'll settle for kissing him since I would just pass away on the spot if I ever even crossed path's with him. We all know Steve is my guy, but Ari is ma man.

Jake Jensen: Invade the dreams of. I feel like Jake's dreams would be the funniest thing to ever come across if I had the ability. He'd likely be dreaming of the Petunia's scoring huge, or dreaming about me (or @bigtreefest but its okay - sharing is caring)

LOL I DO THIRST LOGAN/THE WOLVERINE: damnnit, okay can't marry nor can I kiss, so I will just push him down the stairs -- but okay, hear me out, he will heal. And let's face it, he'll probs deserve it considering his broody ass.

Andy Barber: ONCE AGAIN, FACED WITH AN ULTIMATE DILEMMA HERE -- I would slap him, cause seriously, if he's not trying to get with me, then what is he even up to? Covering up his son's second/third/fourth crime?-- like, get real, sir.

Johnny Storm: *sigh* should I even repeat my tale of woe by the end of this list? I'm left with drinking tea with the biggest playboy on earth. And you know what, it would likely end with us doing the deed anyways 🤷🏻‍♀️

Welp, this list was more unhinged than I thought - but this is the most fun I've had in returning a bit on tumblr so I thank you, my friend.

#steviebbboi answers #this is so funny to read back good LORD

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destinygoldenstar · 3 months ago

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🌟And So It Begins🌟 - Total Drama Viewer Reacts to Disventure Camp Season 3 Episode 1 “Reach For The Stars”

We are finally here.

I finally made it to the merge.

I watched both seasons, I know all the context now, and now we are here.

When I started watching this show, it was just before the finale of the season came out. I think there's like... 20 Episodes?

Well, I THOUGHT, the playlist has 22.

I came in the show at the height of everyone saying shit things about the show. And I decided to do it anyway.

I'm both nervous and excited. Cause I don't know what I'm getting into. I heard that this season was bad.

To that I say, well, if it is bad, I want it to be amazingly bad. I want to have fun with it anyway.

These episodes are OVER THIRTY MINUTES LONG, which is crazy.

And it makes me scared about a posts image limit.

Before I start, I just wanted to thank you all so much for your support of these reaction posts. It really warms my heart and motivates me to see you all enjoy these, my bad jokes, and what I have to say.

No matter what, I think this season's reaction posts are gonna be fun to do as a result.

So... I guess I have to start it now. Here we go...

Oh she's calling everyone in. I get it.

AAAAHHHHH JAKE!!!! HE'S WITH MIRIAM!!!

Who's this girl?

She's like "You gonna ditch me on the clock like this?"

"YEP!"

And he just runs away XD

And she just call the boss like, "We got a runner."

ROSA!!!!!!

I LOVE YOU ROSA!!!

Is that her daughter?! Oh my gosh... ❤️

DID THEY GET RID OF HER LIBRA NECKLACE?!?!

FOR SHAME ODDNATIONS! FOR SHAME!!

It's one thing to not bring her back. It's another to GET RID OF HER LOVELY LIBRA NECKLACE!!

#JUSTICEFORROSA'SLIBRANECKLACE

Oh I forgot to put captions on. Whoops.

"We're back with eighteen of your favorite and not so favorite competitors."

*COUGH* YUL *COUGH*

"Two years have passed since our first season, and one since our second."

Yeah. I figured that as much.

"Disventure Camp All Stars!"

Why did she say that in a whisper?

I would've directed her to project personally.

"DISVENTURE CAMP ALL STARS!!! LET'S GO!!!! ARE YOU EXCITED?!?!"

OOH INTRO!!!!

OH SHIT- XD

IT'S THE FIRST SECOND AND SHE ALREADY KILLED OLIVER!

Welp, she's a bad person. Noted.

Well now I want context. That image was not a coincidence.

Why are you two fighting? What happened?

And where's Tess? She's in the poly too.

And until I hear them say it, DO NOT tell me it's just Hunter and Allyson. They CLEARLY said Hunter chose both of them and they're in a polycule.

Oh yeah these two. They hate each other now.

HEY!

GET THE FUCK OFF OF MY GRETT!!!

And I called it.

Jake is an asshole.

"NOTICE ME DAMMIT!!!"

Aaaaaannnnd that's a glimpse of Riya's life.

*Gets a Grammarly Ad*

This intro has a Grammarly ad? Bruh. Fuck Grammarly.

"We are currently in Ottawa Canada to pick up our first five participants."

Only FIVE of them live in Canada? I'm surprised.

"Here comes our favorite granny and grandson duo..."

YUUUUSSS👏

"I'm ready to collect another million!"

You know grandma's here to slay!

"Aren't you worried your age is catching up to you?"

"Bold of you to assume I let that stop me."

"There is no age limit for adventure, Krystal."

Exactly. Grandma all the way!

"If you're not sure about this, we can still leave."

You too? Don't you know who she is?

"It's just... I'm worried."

"Have you lost your damn mind?"

I get why he's worried, but also, come on. It's Miriam.

"Our viewers are dying to know."

HA HA HA, GET IT? CAUSE SHE'S OLD, AND EVERYONE THINKS SHE'S GONNA DIE?!?

Don't kill Miriam. Don't have this be foreshadowing Miriam dying. She does not deserve that!

"I bought a house near the beach. Then, with what was left, I helped Jake so he could move out of his parents house."

Awwww! They're living together?!

She really did adopt him! That's so sweet!

"Do you have problems with your parents, Jake?"

"No, they're just not the most understanding people and... I prefer to distance myself for awhile."

Aw.

Yeah, I have to assume it didn't go well since Season 1.

With the whole, you know, making out with a spy on National TV.

"The Disventure Camp audience loved the relationship you formed during the first season."

I FEEL CALLED OUT.

"Do you two still keep in contact?"

"All the time! We're basically neighbors. We even went on a trip a few months ago."

Aw that's awesome! Love hearing that Jake and Tom are still friends!

I'm a bit surprised. But they actually worked things out in the platonic sense!

"...although we had to cut it short."

"Miriam got a little sick, and she's been having some back problems."

...

OH SHIT THEY WERE TALKING ABOUT JAKE AND MIRIAM. OH.

THAT'S MY BAD.

We're what, four minutes in, and I already fucked something up?

Where's Tom then? Did he not go on this trip too?

"Does it bother you to talk about your vulnerabilities, Miriam?"

"Bold of you to assume I have vulnerabilities! Everyone gets sick! I'm not dying! I'M NOT DYING!"

"Jake, in this entire interview you haven't mentioned Tom. What happened to him?"

Okay now they're talking about it.

They kept distance, right?

"Next question please."

Huh?

No no. No next question. I want to know how you two are holding up.

"Emily, if you have insight, Jake would love to know what happened to Tom."

He doesn't know what's going on with Tom?

You don't, I don't know, CALL?!

TOM HAS A PHONE, RIGHT?

"Yeah, so uh, we've been distancing ourselves because of what happened on our season, and turns out, Tom does not own a phone. So it's kinda difficult to keep in touch with that hurtle."

"What?! No I wouldn't! Why would I care about him?!"

Oh, and Jake is also avoiding it.

Something happened.

And I bet he's still upset about their season.

What did I say? Jake is an asshole. I CALLED THIS.

"Oh brother..."

Miriam's like "Ugh, YOUNG PEOPLE. Am I right?"

"Hurry Hunter, we're gonna be late!"

SHE HAS HER DEEP VOICE BACK! YAY!!!

"That's an understatement, you are already late."

What?

There's only two people in the plane right now! What are you talking about?

"Oh shit, sorry Ally, I just realized I forgot the Nintendo Switch."

OH NO NOT THE SWITCH!!!!

Awww, no bonding through gaming this time :(

That sounds like something Hunter would do though.

"But I reminded you right before leaving!"

Allyson, you're dating Hunter. You should know he's a bit dense.

Also, I would've thought she would get it herself since it's HERS, but whatever.

"Now what will we do in our free time?"

Touch grass.

This really isn't a huge dealbreaker.

I mean, I would have a freak out if I forgot my earbuds going somewhere, but also it's like "Oh dammit. Oh well."

"This year, electronic devices are prohibited at camp."

I'm surprised that wasn't a rule previously.

"Really? Why?"

Girl,

IT'S THE OUTDOORS!!!

IT'S SURVIVOR!!!

GO TOUCH GRASS!!

"Still, it sometimes feels like you ignore me when I ask you for something."

I mean... okay?

I wouldn't say Hunter is the best at relationships. So that checks out.

OH HEY! CROSS SEASON INTERACTIONS!!!

"The pleasure is ours."

Oh wow.

Jake's actually not as bad as I thought he would be. I thought he was gonna give the cold shoulder here XD

"Oh, you kids were my favorites in your season!"

Aw, that's sweet that this is canon.

"What happened to the other girl? I forgot her name."

They're your favorites, but you don't know their names?

BRUH.

"She went to study in New York."

"We haven't seen her in months, but we're seeing her soon!"

Oh okay. That checks out.

So they're just long distance in regards to Tess. I get it.

It's cool that she's in college now! That's awesome!

"So Ally, how have you been dealing with all the haters?"

Haters?

Nobody hated her last season. They voted her off cause she was a threat and they were still on good terms.

I'm not an Allyson hater. I liked her.

"Oh, fans are great! I love my fans... it's the haters that I could do without."

Oh, you mean online.

She has a gaming career, right?

So yeah, haters are to be expected no matter what you do online.

Trust me, I've had very harsh mean comments on some of my posts.

After awhile, you kinda stop caring because at the end of the day, you have people in person that love you, and you have online folks that do love what you do.

"Especially after Allyson and I became public about our relationship."

Poly-phobic?

Allyson's chill though. I think she just hates that it's a topic of discussion here.

Haters don't matter!

(Criticism & Haters are different things btw)

TOM!!!

I LOVE his new design. I said this already. This is such a glow up!

"Aren't spies supposed to be, I dunno, fast?"

"Yes, but I'm wearing normal clothes now! I still gotta get used to it!"

"Met a familiar face at TSA. We were officers in training together and-"

"Did I ask?"

Yes. Krystal. Yes you did.

"Uh, yeah?"

Yeah. Tom's a dude failure, but he's not stupid.

AH-

*Covers mouth to prevent squeals*

UH. YOU-TOM-YOU-YOU UH... HI!!!

HOW'S IT GOING? YOU'RE LOOKING GREAT!!!🤭

"Well... uh... busy with work, you know..."

Well this awkward XD

"A call to ask how we were doing wouldn't have hurt!"

Uh, yeah, before you got on the season.

Kind of not the best.

"Sorry, my minds been occupied with... other matters... we'll talk later!"

Um... bye?

What the hell was that?

Tom. THAT'S YOUR LOVE.

I guess they're still not over it.

OOOH THE LESBIANS! YES!

"It feels strange... going back to where it all began..."

Yeah, especially after all Ellie had done. I can imagine that'd weigh on her.

"I'm glad to have another chance, but the bad memories keep coming back."

Yeah, exactly.

Ellie isn't necessarily a bad person, she just did bad stuff.

"Don't worry, I'm sure this is our year to shine!"

Especially yours, Gabby!

Oh hi Tess!

I still don't like this design. Sorry not sorry.

Why is she wearing sneakers with tights? Why is she wearing a black camisole over a white T-Shirt that leaves such a small and pointless belly window? Why is her hair in a bun?

I don't like it. I do not see the logic behind the design choice.

"Did you see my text?"

OH.

OH THEY KNOW EACH OTHER?

"Yeah, we actually study at the same University."

WHAT?!

OH THAT'S SO COOL! I LOVE THAT!

Wait Ellie can afford college now? Since when?

"You two make for a great couple."

They do. They really do.

"It's uncommon for that to come out of a trashy reality show."

Yeah, she's seen Total Drama.

But you also have a-

*BEEP*

What?

*TEHNICAL DIFFICULTIES*

I accidentally clicked out of the episode XD

That's my bad.

Okay we're back a bit, but it's fine.

I was gonna say Tess got her own loves in terms of Allyson and Hunter.

Oh the beep was the plane XD

I thought that was my computer setting off something XD

AWWWWWW ❤️

"I just came to spend more time with Ally and Hunter."

Respectfully.

"So you're not at all bothered with third wheeling the love birds?"

THEY'RE POLY.

LONG DISTANCE IS A THING.

Also, "The three of them aren't openly affectionate."

Not all couples are all lovey dovey all the time. I'm asexual. I'm not that way with my relationship.

You can be casual and still be considered lovers.

This is just how they are. There's nothing wrong with that.

And there's nothing wrong with them being poly.

"I actually motivated Ally to finally confirm things with Hunter."

Didn't they do that in Season 2?

I'm very confused.

OH. HELLO ELLIE.

Everyone immediately gives her the STINK EYE.

They're not gonna forgive you, sweetie.

I mean I dunk on Ellie, but it's not because she did that stuff.

"Look, I could forgive everything you did on our season, but those interviews?!"

What interviews?

"You dragged us all on live television!"

Oh. OH SHE DID THAT?!

DAMN.

"I did nothing wrong! Jake is a whiny bitch and he deserved it! LOL!"

"You can eat shit and die!"

Yeah so maybe that's why Jake and Tom are distant now.

ELLIE WOULD NOT LET THEM FORGET.

"It's been almost two years. It's time for them to get over it."

I mean... yeah. I agree there.

"Besides, I didn't say anything that bad."

“I just gave Jake some public death threats. That's all.”

Well if THAT doesn't make Jake and Allyson besties, I dunno what does XD. They're going through the same thing.

"I heard that Tom still ignores Jake's calls."

OH SHIT WE ACTUALLY SEE IT.

WAIT TOM HASN'T CALLED IN TWO YEARS?!?! THE FUCK?!?!?

I mean I know he said he wanted distance, but GODDAMN.

"Can you blame him? Dealing with Jake should count as community service."

OH DAMN.

DON'T DO HIM LIKE THAT. COME ON.

YEAH I WOULD IMAGINE JAKE IS AFFECTED AFTER HEARING THAT.

"You know why he's ignored you for two years? Because you're insufferable and nobody wants you around!"

"And Tom's no better. I mean the guy's an idiot. Who goes onto Reality TV as a spy?"

I mean... yep. I agree.

"Miriam didn't deserve to win."

OF COURSE. OF COURSE YOU'D SAY THAT.

"If that happens again, I'm letting her go towards the light."

SHIT!

THAT'S JUST UNCALLED FOR! NO MATTER HOW PISSED YOU ARE THAT YOU LOST TO HER!

YOU DON'T SAY THAT TO PEOPLE!

NO WONDER THEY'RE PISSED. I'D BE PISSED TOO IF I WERE THEM.

"The Purple Team was a disaster."

I agree.

It had Reality TV's Stupidest Alliance after all.

"Grett is honestly one of, if not the worst person I've ever met."

Worse than Yul? I don't believe that.

But even though I love her, she isn't a good person.

"First off Alec, your standard for children is alarming."

Considering he worked with a psychopath... yeah.

So uh... it's good to know that Ellie is BITTER after the first season.

It makes sense. I expected it.

But DAMN.

"Not like anything I said was a lie."

No. They weren't lies. They were just uncalled for slander.

OH MY QUEEN!!!! MY QUEEN!!!!!

HI!!!

"Hey, we haven't talked about what you said on TV last week? Remember?"

Oh great. What now?

Did Riya ALSO slander her cast?

"You didn't mean any of that, did you?"

"It's nothing. I just told the fans what they wanted to hear. I have a certain reputation to uphold you know."

Yeah, I figured as much.

People are PRAISING her bad behavior. And it's so tragic.

Give the people what they want. That's all you are. What they want.

OKAY BUT HOW CAN I BE MAD AT HER?

SHE LOOKS SO GORGEOUS!

I LOVE THIS OUTFIT SO MUCH! I LOVE THE PANTS AND THE GOLD TOP AND THE JEWELS ❤️

"What do you regret most in your last season?"

"A lot."

"...but I wouldn't tell you that."

"My only mistake was choosing Connor as a helper in the final."

Okay. I can see why Connor was upset.

Even if he did bail on her. Ouch.

Interesting how Riya has remorse for her TV reputation and the bad things she's said and done, but Ellie does not.

"GASP."

WHAT WAS THAT?!

Okay that dude just wants attention!

So she's been throwing her only friend under the bus. Just because she has a career platform based off of that.

I feel bad for her.

But she is doing everything wrong.

I mean, I say that as though I am any better.

"For this next season and my next showing, I will present my REPUATATION! Everyone will kneel before be with respect! And Connor gets the bus!"

NO RIYA I HOPE YOU DON'T MEAN IN THE LITERAL SENSE.

Prepare to hear me do this until she gets eliminated. Get used to it.

"OH MY GOSH RIYA! I'M A HUGE FAN!"

Oh of course Gabby is a fan!

That's... that's both sweet and sad.

"Congrats on the Emmy!"

Yeah, so Riya's bad actions got her fame.

This is depressingly realistic.

Bad people get rewarded way too often in real life.

"How did you become so successful in Hollywood?"

"I left Aiden for dead."

"After the show, my current producer, Reynold Chaddington, was able to get me on a bunch of network dramas, and I quickly became "The Villainess Of TV"."

And that's who she is now.

Being herself and being decent is what ruins her success. Because the route of success that worked for her was to be immoral.

Again. DEPRESSINGLY REAL.

"Are you a couple now?"

The hell is with this lady?

THEY'RE JUST FRIENDS. Nothing about them last season was romantic.

OH COME ON. THAT'S RUDE.

DON'T DO ASHLEY LIKE THAT.

Oh yeah. They're a couple. I forgot.

I'm glad she's back, actually. She has a nice aesthetic and she has a nice story.

Of the members of Reality TV's Stupidest Alliance that could've come back, I'm glad it's her.

AWWWW YOU'RE SO CUTE

I just want to enjoy the Rosa crumbs while I have them.

ROSA. YOU WERE ROBBED. ❤️

"I wish you were coming too."

"I can't leave Sophia again."

Yeah... I guess that makes sense.

I still. I'm gonna miss you.

"Kick Yul in the nuts for me."

YEAH!!! KICK YUL IN THE NUTS!!! LET'S GO!!!

"Lake! Nice to finally meet you. I read one of your books, the one with the prince and the knight? I loved it!"

Oh my god Jake is a fanboy of her writing?

STOP. THAT'S TOO CUTE.❤️

"Is that award winning author Lake?!"

Award winning too! Wow!

Also hi James and Aiden.

"I'm still waiting for an apology for almost letting me die!"

Yeah. That's justified.

"Keep waiting loser."

"AND I'D DO IT AGAIN!"

"Aiden, do you still have a grudge against James for using you to gain followers?"

Uh, no. They resolved that.

What is with this lady? She is in everyone's business.

I mean, interviewers are like that. Still.

"My hubby is vewwy sowwy."

Hubby?

You're engaged?

"Uh... I'm so happy you two are doing good..."

I'm calling it right now, this woman is gonna be a twist villain. She's gonna try and steal Krystal's job.

GRETT!!!

"Grett! You look... different."

RUDE.

"I made some mistakes last season."

"This time, it's a chance to end the game on a less sour note."

Oh, Grett is redeeming herself?

Grett redemption arc?

"So is what you said on Twitter true?"

It's X now.

"How else could I sell those online courses on personal acceptance and my new vitamin supplement?"

Still don't know why she decided on this. But I'm open to listen.

"What made you come back?"

"Money."

OH MY GOD XD

THAT'S SO REAL.

"What inspired you to build second Krusty Krab right next door to the original?"

"Money."

Oh.

I think he's doing great. 👍

"Wait! You forgot someone!"

"Yul!"

"Idk who that is. He's not on the list. WE'RE DEPARTING ANYWAY!"

Oh. Yay.

"A dumb marching band blocked our exit for five minutes. Should have run em over."

And he's the exact same as we left him.

GREAT. I LOVE THIS. I'M SO GLAD HE'S BACK GUYS. I'M SO HAPPY. /s

"Hello baby!"

Baby?

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

BITCH WHAT THE FUCK

WHAT THE FUCK IS ON MY SCREEN?!?!?!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH

*gets up and paces around screaming and crying*

NO!!! NO!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!!!

WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT?!?!?!

WHY DID YOU CREATE THIS?!?!?!

NOOOOOOO!!!! NO NO NO NOOOOOO!!!!

There's a fucking LAWNMOWER outside roaring! It's upset too!

WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU DO THIS?!??!

I HATE IT!! I HATE IT SO MUCH!!!!

GET THIS SHIT OFF MY SCREEN RIGHT NOW!!!

WHO THE FUCK SHIPPED YUL WITH GRETT?!??!

WHY?!??!! WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO GRETT?!??!

THIS IS WHY EVERYONE SAYS THIS SEASON SUCKS.

LOOK AT THIS.

LOOK AT THIS SHIT.

OH MY GOD!!! I HATE IT!!! I FUCKING HATE IT!!!!!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH

*I had to get water to calm down after having a mental breakdown*

Why the fuck did you create this...? 😭

Grett deserves so much better. SO MUCH BETTER.

FUCK YUL. OH MY GOD.

WHY IS IT BUFFERING WITH THAT IMAGE?!?!

SHIT MY WIFI IS OUT!

*I fixed it*

God is torturing me.

EVERYONE IS DUMBFOUNDED XD

They're all like "WHAT THE FUCK AM I LOOKING AT?!"

"His manager introduced us during a brand deal. Yul and I really it it off. He's been my spicy ab'd boyfriend ever since"

Spicy ab'd?

I hate it.

"Weren't you concerned after how he behaved on his season?"

"The Yul that I know is very different from the one that was seen on television."

I don't believe that one bit.

"Did the criticisms from fans about your body and weight contribute to your shift in personality?"

WHO BODY SHAMED MY GIRL?!?!

Also, they really are being explicit about the whole fans/fame/TV influence dictatorship on their lives.

I'm actually here for it.

Still. DO NOT BODY SHAME MY GIRL.

SHE IS BEAUTIFUL NO MATTER WHAT HER BODY TYPE IS.

"I should have you fired!"

GET HER GIRL.

"Girlfriend? Aren't you gay?"

What...?

Who-who thought that? No one made any sort of comment.

Actually, I was DM'ing some Disventure Camp fans, and they told me Yul had a 'gay voice'.

So I'm assuming that's where this is coming from???

Idk, in Season 2 I got NO impression of that at all.

"Don't lump me in with that disgusting crowd."

YEAH WELL I'M PRETTY SURE HALF OF THE CAST IN THIS PLANE IS QUEER, SO GO FUCK YOURSELF.

Gay or not. Straight or not. You're still a bitch.

Who's calling him?

"Excuse me, what I meant to say was... I do not belong to the LGBTIKZ community, but if I did, there would be absolutely nothing wrong with that."

Oh.

Is he under contract to not be a piece of shit?

"SEE GUYS. HE'S CHANGED. HE'S TOTALLY CHANGED."

There's a difference between making change, and being forced to change.

"I blame my old manager, honestly. He made me look like an idiot on International Television!"

Yeah. That was totally his fault.

"Weren't you the one that said those racist things?"

Yeah. Exactly.

"I only said the things my manager advised me to say and look where it got me."

If I believed you, WHICH I DON'T, why would they think that's a good idea?

"Do you expect anyone to believe you've changed?"

I don't.

Oh hey, what is...?

'I must not shoot tranquilizers at the nuns' 😂

AW SHE GOES TO NUN SCHOOL.

Aaaaaaannnnd she's out.

OH MY GOD BRIBING?! SERIOUSLY?! XD

AND THE NUN TAKES IT?!

"That's a child!"

"And that's an ugly pimply bitch."

😂👏

😂😂😂

DAMN. YES.

GET HIM!!!!

OH MY GOD THAT WAS GOOD!

Hang on, why are you going from Canada, to the US, to Brazil to Europe, then back to Canada? Huh?

"Are you really going to ignore me the entire flight?"

Yes.

"Oh come on, are you really that angry?"

YOU BETRAYED HIM.

"Where's that scary puppet from last season?"

AIDEN YOU'RE A JINX. YOU HAD TO ASK.

"Weren't they in jail?"

That's what I'm saying!

"I paid their bail."

Of course.

"Does money solve everything these days?"

UNFORTUNATELY.

🎵"I'm feeling so alone, cause I sit here on my own..."🎵

Whaaaaaaatt am I walking into???

That was strangely wholesome.

When your only friend is your music voice.

"I don't know if you heard, but we're gonna be in prison for the next ur years!"

Surprised it was only five years.

"Oh hell naw! There's no way I'm going back to that camp!"

Why did he have country swang saying that?

"They serve broccoli three times a day for crying out loud!"

I hate broccoli, but that doesn't sound so bad.

And now we're going BACK across the Atlantic Ocean.

WHAT IS YOUR PATHING?

"You will all grab a parachute and jump!"

Oh great.

I mean it's still better than what Chris does. At least they get a parachute.

Oh great. she killed them.

YOU ONLY GAVE THEM ONE PARACHUTE!

"You are prohibited from bringing your luggage and belongings."

Why didn't you tell them that before they got on the plane?

"The winner will win THREE. MILLION. DOLLARS!"

HOLY...

Where do you get that money?

They're actually doing it.

NOT AGAIN!

Eh, at least he has a pachute this time.

At least they're working.

OOOOOOOOHHHH I GET IT.

OH NO TESS! NOO!!!

SHE'S SEPERATED FROM HER BAES!!

AWWWWWWWWW NO!

I kinda figured...

OH COME ON!!! XD

OH THAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD'VE HAPPENED TO THESE GUYS.

YES!!!

Okay I'm fine that they're a couple, I just love that they're not on the same team now.

Oh cool. She burned everything.

This will be a walk in the park for the Season 1 characters.

OH OKAY LET ME LOOK AT THIS!

We got pink, yellow, and blue.

Pink has the demon child, the cowgirl, James, best boy, and two of the poly couple.

Jake and James being together is... a choice, for sure.

Yellow looks like it's all villains...

Uh, no actually, cause Fiore's Pink.

The villains and the elders.

That blue team is looking REALLY strong.

Tom is probably THE most physically gifted member of this cast. Gabby is really strong as well. Lake is a good brains. Tess and Aiden are good emotional support. And then you have Ellie, the wannabe schemer, so she can also be a brains.

That and Tom and Gabby are friends. Lake and Aiden are friends. Tess is on good terms with Gabby and Ellie.

THIS IS A STRONG TEAM.

Yellow is looking real good with Riya and Grett together. They're strong strategists and ruthless players. Alec too.

Idk, pink is kinda looking like the leftover characters. Cause nobody likes Fiore. Jake has no allies on his team.

Yeah idk.

Like, Allyson and Hunter are doing the heavy lifting here, and even then there's beef going on over... the Internet being the Internet? Whatever.

Yeah. This is an interesting layout.

Okay, what an interesting start.

So, to recap:

Tom and Jake have not seen or heard from each other since Season 1. They're still hurt because of Ellie slandering them in interviews, which yeah, would make them not forget.

Tess is long distance with Allyson and Hunter but they're fine. Allyson is just... beefing with Hunter because... he's dense? Idk what is happenig there.

Riya's a villainess as her reputation now. It's rubbed off on her in the worst of ways.

Yul is dating Grett. I FUCKING HATE IT.

And... yeah. We're just gonna have to see how this pans out.

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lunar-inkclipse · 1 day ago

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Welp, I’ve been watching Gravity Falls a lot recently. I blame you, I have episode ideas, and because I blame you, I’m gonna throw these pitches at you, be ready to dodge :P

Tourist Trapped: The one where four of our six main characters are introduced. Jake and Julius arrive in Gravity Falls, meet Julius’s uncle (side note, if Irratino still lives in a mansion here, I’m just imagining Jake being like “you never told me your uncle was rich” and Julius is like “I didn’t KNOW my uncle was rich”). Anyway, during their first few days there, they run into Olivia, immediately get off on the wrong foot, everyone in Gravity Falls starts preemptively mourning them (because Olivia very much has the connections to make their lives miserable), and all the while, Julius notices various odd things in Gravity Falls.

So one day, Olivia decides to pull a (rather mean-spirited) prank by rigging up a fake monster and sending Jake and Julius to check it out via anonymous note (with her hiding in the bushes to watch their reactions). Spoiler alert, the monster turns out to be real all along, kids flee in a panic, eventually defeat it somehow and realize hey, they actually made a pretty good team. Olivia apologizes for being a complete jerk, the kids agree to keep an eye out for other anomalies, agree to never tell Julius’s uncle because he loves supernatural stuff but would have no regard for his own safety dealing with this (oh, if only they knew), and the Mystery Trio is born!

I feel like Logico would be, like, an introduced-in-episode-2 kind of character. Dunno why. Just the vibes :P

The Love God: Okay this one’s shorter I promise—so, uh, basic premise, the kids use a potion to boost Logico’s confidence so he can go on a date with Irratino without panicking and blowing it (I feel like that would be Jake or Julius’s idea, Olivia’s genre-savvy enough to know the myriad ways that could go wrong), it works too well and the kids have to find a way to undo it (fun fact, since you mentioned Logico slicking his hair back—between that and his behavior under the potion, I’m just imagining Olivia being like “guys, he’s acting like Dad” and THAT is what causes Jake and Julius to realize they made a huge mistake), Irratino knows it’s magic and is trying to keep things from escalating, fun times. Well—what if that DID kind of lead to a confession? After the inevitable chaos has died down and Logico is back to normal, he apologizes to Irratino for the disaster, and all the disasters before that, he doesn’t know what came over him and would understand if Irratino never wants to see him again—and Irratino’s just like “hey, you know you didn’t need to change for me, right? I care for you a lot, confidence or no confidence.” And THAT’S what spurs Logico to finally, properly confess, no magic needed. And then they kiss, probably ^^

Dreamscaperers II Electric Boogaloo: Honestly, the idea of Midnight summoning the dream demon to invade either Irratino or Logico’s mind is really funny to me, because. The kids have already done this before. They had to do it with Olivia’s dad. They know what the dream demon is, they know how to handle him, and (if you ask Jake) they know he’s a total loser. Man fought three kids and a cat and had to flee with his non-existent tail between his legs :P So I’m just imagining the kids’ reactions being like “oh come on, not again!” Back into the dreamscape! Maybe this time, the demon will last longer :P

(I’d share more, but these three ended up being super long so I’m gonna stop here :P)

Bestie I'm not dodging anything, I'm catching these because they're HYPE

Tourist Trapped: Julius got sent over to his "uncle"'s house either because a) his parents are going on a vacation that summer or b) his parents are going through a bit of a rough patch with their marriage, not too sure yet? Jake is tagging along because she and Julius have probably been friends forever (I mean, her parents need some reason to let her stay with some random guy with Julius for a whole summer). And Jake and Julius are absolutely flabbergasted by the size of the mansion: Jake is like "You didn't tell me your uncle was loaded!!!" And Julius is just like "I didn't even know I had an uncle until last week."

They run into Olivia and Jake probably does something right off the bat to annoy her, considering she's the more brash out of the two, and Olivia instantly dislikes her. Either through an accidental slight she doubled down on to be petty, or maybe she was the first person to beat Olivia at something when Olivia's used to everything being handed to her (No one wants to piss off Indigo's daughter, after all). So Olivia's annoyed as hell, especially because Jake's this random girl with a too big shabby trench coat in the summer for some reason?!

The A plot would probably be Jake going head to head with Olivia at various things, while Julius decides while Jake may be his best friend, he should probably be elsewhere- The forest is calling out to him, in a weird way, anyways, so he's investigating all the strange happenings. He probably finds some creatures like the gnomes while wandering about, and Jake is just like "I don't care about these creatures I am in a rivalry!! I have a nemesis! Every good detective has a nemesis!" Though, then Olivia nabs some of her dad's holo-technology (like in murdle vol 3) and plans to scare Jake once and for all. Only, the shiny metal attracts some real dangers, and now the kids are fighting against a much more hostile monster for real. And it's kinda hard to still be enemies with someone who saved your life, starting the friendship between Olivia, Jake, and Julius! And they also agree to keep this under wraps from Irratino because, uh, he gets a little too into cryptic mystery stuff and he'd probably get himself killed trying to hunt down some cryptids. He's so clumsy and eager, after all! (if only they knew) Also Logico absolutely has "Introduced in later episodes" style vibes honestly hahaha- Like, the kids are investigating something and they run into this six fingered detective man who's just like "you are probably way too young to be out here without adult supervision. I know you are, Olivia" and Jake is just like "OMG A REAL DETECTIVE WITH A FEDORA AND MAGNIFYING GLASS WHAT DO YOU DO CAN I BE YOUR APPRENTICE" and Logico just takes these three under his wing and gives them detective tips. Even if he's hell-bent on proving there's perfectly logical explanations for these strange happenings (but just finds more murders than any town really should have). The Love God: (oh boy i have thoughts about this one) I can absolutely see Julius being like "You know what? I think we should finally set Logico and Irratino up. Logico's asked about my uncle enough times at this point and the cards say Irratino's into him too. I did a reading for him this morning" and Jake is like "Logico? Ask someone out on a date? Puh-lease. He'd trip over his words and run the other direction before he could get a date. He's way too awkward." and Julius is like "...What if he wasn't?!" So, he and Jake track down Olivia to try and get her help in this. Olivia decides this is a terrible idea and is like "Yeah, this is bound to go wrong, I'm gonna go along as damage control" while Jake and Julius run into the Love God himself and snag a potion just to boost his confidence a little, no harm no foul, right?

Anyway, this mental image is too good to not share: Jake and Julius pour the potion into Logico's coffee and are like "Well? How is it? How are you feeling?" and Logico is like "The coffee's fine, sweeter than usual, though. And I feel suspicious....and, actually, pretty great! And like I should be wearing something much cooler than a fedora and trenchcoat." And just kinda grins and the kids are like yes! It's working!! Then Logico heads home, and everything's cool and dandy until he shows up at Irratino's door with slicked back hair and a leather jacket (Where the hell did he get that?!) and asks Irratino out- Though, it's awkward in how smooth it is. It's not like Logico at all, too flirty and suave and it's almost painful to watch. Irratino, tries to politely say "Maybe another time"? seeing something's up, but Logico's like "See you at 6pm!" and heads out. Olivia is just like "Oh my god he's turned into my dad" and Jake and Julius are like "That settles it. We're crashing this date so Logico can ask Irratino out for real."

Cue shenanigans! Jake, Julius, Olivia, and Irratino are all trying to work together to try and hinder things as much as possible to try and get Logico back to normal and prevent a confession under pretenses (in which Irratino says "Yes, I really have fallen in love with him. Which is why I want him to tell me how he feels as himself- Not as a puffed up caricature. Also, the attitude is, uh, unattractive.") The thing is, Logico is a little too confident and basically incredibly dense because of it- Irratino is like "Oh uh we can't do a hot air balloon ride, I'm totally afraid of heights" to try and divert his attention and Logico is like "Oh, don't worry, it's perfectly safe and twice as romantic- And you've already fallen for me, how afraid can you be of falling?" which makes everyone cringe. (Logico is supposed to be cringefail, this is painful). Not to mention we have three kids and a cat trying to mess things up, too.

But hey, after it's all said and done, and the potion finally wears off, we get our real confession! Logico, haggard and a little confused and a lot annoyed about being potioned (but at least the chaos has gotten his hair back to it's usual, scruffy, hat hair state) apologizes to Irratino for being a jerk, he was totally crossing lines and Irratino doesn't even like him he should have picked up on the disinterest. And that's absolutely when Irratino just says "Logico, listen- I kept stopping you because I like you. This you, awkward and self-concious and nowhere near as subtle as you think. I don't want you to change or slick back your hair or wear different clothes- I like you as you are. And I want the you that I actually like to tell me how he feels, not the one who's trying too hard." And Logico just steels himself and is like "I...well...will you go on a date with me, Irratino?" and Irratino just gives him a kiss on the cheek (the kids are there, after all) and says "I'd love nothing more."

(Also, this episode absolutely gives a few hints to Irratino's true nature because the Love God approaches the kids, all ready to yell at them for stealing a potion and meddling and Irratino just shoots him a glare and while he may not be in his Dream Demon form, the Love God just knows who he's dealing with and just shrinks back. And one of the kids catches that and is like "Okay how the hell did Irratino intimidate a god with just a glare? He only has one eye to glare with??") Dreamscaperers 2 Electric Boogalo (because im a sucker for electric boogalo jokes : The kids are absolutely just like "This again???" when they learn about the Dream Demon invading minds again: Though, honestly, I'm lowkey at a blank on how to best make this progress? I could see Midnight wanting the deed to either Irratino's or Logico's place for the same reason he wanted space in Vol 1: Oil fields/"film locations". I like the conflict that could arise from him invading Logico's mind: I could see Irratino making the deal before learning whose mind he's entering but now he can't back out. So maybe he tips off the kids like "Hey uh the stars told me the dream demon is gonna bother Logico and you should stop him" and the kids are like "what the hell" and/or "how does Irratino know about that"- Irratino doesn't want to betray Logico or rifle around in his mind without permission, he likes the guy. Though, chances are, Logico would be totally fine selling his house for a decent price and Midnight certainly could afford it, so I'm not sure what Midnight would need to get in Logico's head for? Though, if the kids entered Irratino's mind, it could be a really interesting conflict, too. In this scenario, Irratino would agree because it's easy as hell and very funny to pretend to invade his own mind- Only, he made this deal in triangle form and the kids are worried about Irratino. So, they go into Irratino's mind, only, it's bizzare. Beyond bizzare. Secrets and labryinths and so many weird things and now Irratino's panicked about his secret getting out, which could lead to a really interesting conflict, because how does Irratino defend himself and his mind when this time, he has something to fight for? Last time, he was just fooling around with Indigo. This time, he's protective everything he has and loves.

Thank you so so much for the ask!! It's always so much fun to brainstorm ideas, and lowkey a highlight after the inane slog of finals hahahah

#save me murdle falls au save me #we're one final down and an entire four more to go oh god oh hell #this close to making my own deal with bill cipher for free As hahahahahaahah #murdle falls #lunar's post

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gt-abby · 10 months ago

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Mar and Jake- Chapter Ten

We've arrived at double digits! I'm so excited.

Sorry in advance for never giving Mar an opportunity at a calm and peaceful life.

tag list: @soakedmilkgt

chapter nine chapter ten (you're here) chapter 11

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Jake was sitting on the couch with his head down, his leg bouncing up and down quickly as he waited nervously. He saw Emily walk out and quickly stood up, with Mar following her from behind.

“Mar, thank God you’re okay, I- umm, are you.. okay?” He was stuttering, not knowing exactly what to say as he fiddled with his fingers.

“I’m fine…” She said, not really looking at him. Her heart was racing, telling her to run, to escape, that this wasn’t safe, but she did her best to ignore it. Jake didn’t approach. He waited for her to come to him in her own pace. He didn’t expect her to float over fast and hug him on his chest. She buried her face in his shirt. Shocked, he slowly returned the hug and held her to his heart. This was finally what she’d been looking for- his warmth and the calming pounding of his heart.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, this won’t ever happen again, I promise.” He whispered.

Emily smiled to herself. They really were the best of friends. In the span of just a week they were able to grow their bond so quickly, so beautifully. She was happy to be a witness to that.

When he raised her to eye level, he saw she was crying, but looking at him and smiling. He took that as a good sign.

“Welp, I hope everything is better now, and I’m glad that I helped, but it’s currently almost 4 AM and I really need to get some sleep, sooo…” Emily said as she headed for the door, but was quickly taken into a tight hug by Jake, who thanked her profusely. She gave him a light hug back, then quickly said goodbye to them both and left.

Jake yawned, and Mar also felt sleepiness wash over her now that the stress was gone.

“We should also get some sleep. Tomorrow is the weekend but I do still have a lot of work to do so it’s best to stay with a proper sleep schedule.”

“Yeah, I agree… I’ll need at least 15 hours of sleep after that. But… I think I’ll stick with my room for now. I do… need some alone time if that’s okay.” Mar replied, yawning as well. Jake’s heart skipped a beat when he saw her adorable little yawn.

“O-of course, Mar, what ever makes you comfortable.”

“Thanks… well, good night Jake.” She waved at him then flew off into her room and back into the clothes pile. It was too comfortable to pass on, and after a while of readjusting her breathing to a normal speed, she drifted off. Jake, on the other hand, felt he couldn’t fall asleep even if he tried. The stress was too great, and even though he did reconcile with Mar, he felt as though he still had a long way to go before she could fully trust him again. After all, it felt like she was too eager to leave him as soon as Emily left, too. He lay there on the couch, thoughts floating around in his mind for hours until he also couldn’t resist the lulls of slumber, and before he could set an alarm, he was out.

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Mar woke up to see Jake hunched over his desk again, and she dared not disturb him again. She flew over to the common area to see breakfast ready for her and even some orange juice placed carefully in a bottle cap for her. She smiled to herself. Jake was as kind and thoughtful as ever. She ate slowly, deep in thought, thinking about how life-changing the past week has been. She got shrunk, found out her parents sold her out to be bound to an evil god that was sooner or later going to break free from their prison and use her as a vessel, broke her leg, then learned to fly, then got traumatized by her friend. This all left a sinking feeling in her heart. Is her life going to be like this forever? Is it going to just get worse from here? Or was this the bottom of the barrel and she was only going to climb up? Unlikely. Slowly she will gain more powers and who knows what else will happen to her. But she did have someone to rely on. Well, she knew that, but she also felt the opposite. It’ll take time for her to warm up to Jake again, and right now she was very appreciative of the space he was giving her.

After she finished eating, she returned to her room, and wandered around looking for something to do. She found a small pencil on her desk and decided to go back to drawing. She hadn’t drawn in a very long time but she thought maybe this was a nice opportunity to let her frustrations out on a piece of paper. It was hard, given the tiny pencil was still too thick for her, but she endured, rather quickly getting the hang of it. Soon she filled out an entire page with depictions of the fire deity in several angles, mainly towering over the view point or with their hand closer, as if about to grab the viewer. She flipped over to the next page and continued on, so deeply focused on it she was filling page after page in a fast pace. She was so focused on her drawings that she didn’t hear Jake leave the house. Only when he came back hours later did she snap out of her focus, with the front door slamming shut. She heard shuffled steps in the living room and came out of her room to see Jake stumbling over towards her with something giant carried in both of his arms, and a large plastic bag dangling over his shoulder.

“What the- what is this?” she floated to the side to let him pass as he clumsily placed the giant box on the floor in the middle of the room.

“A surprise!” He grunted, cracking his back after setting the box on the floor. She floated over to look inside the box. He opened the flaps and the roof of a dollhouse poked out.

“What?” She laughed and he smiled at her.

“I thought you’d like a proper place to live in, your size, for some better privacy.”

Mar was at a loss for words. Jake took the house out of the box and placed it on the floor so she could have a better look. It was brightly pink, to Mar’s dismay, but it fit her perfectly. She hopped in on her healthy foot, seeing everything from the living room to the bedroom. It was made up of two floors, and even had a study.

Walking out she looked up at Jake, not knowing what to say.

“Wow, this is… a lot… where did you get this?”

“Oh, it’s second hand. My aunt had it for her daughter and after she lost interest she was looking to resell. A nice coincidence, right?”

“Well, yes, it’s definitely in great shape but… it’s not really necessary… this is a big favor.”

Jake smirked at her pun, and she, upon realizing it, gave him a disapproving look. He laughed.

“Besides, everything is made out of plastic and… so pink it hurts my eyes. I’m really grateful, thank you that was very very thoughtful of you but… I don’t really think I can accept that.”

“Oh, don’t worry, I’ve thought of everything. We’ll get you proper furniture, which I’ve gotten some already, like a proper bed, couch etcetera, and I also got lots of brushes and paint so we can color it to your liking. What do you think?”

“Oh, well… I guess I can’t really refuse, can I?”

He shrugged. “It would be a waste otherwise.”

“Wait, what did your aunt say about you getting a dollhouse of all things? You didn’t tell her… Did you?”

“No. No, of course not. I just said it was for a project.”

“But… you’ve got work and university to worry about, why would you take up another project, especially for me? You really don’t have to.”

“I have to make it up to you!” He snapped, making her cower again. “I-I’m sorry, I just… really feel like I screwed up and… I just have to make it up to you… I hope that’s how I can do that.” Jake crossed his arms and looked away. She saw a twinkle in his eyes. Was he crying?

She smiled at him and floated to eye level with him. “It’s okay, Jake, I know you didn’t mean it. I still… need to get over it but I know you’re a kind-hearted person, you’ve been so thoughtful towards me ever since this-“ -she gestured at herself. “-happened. One slip-up is allowed, especially when you’ve got so much on your shoulders. Taking care of me is already enough to make it up to me, if it’s that important to you.”

“Thanks…” he rubbed the back of his head, “I’m just… I feel like it could never be enough. The look you gave me, I-I can’t get it out of my head. You looked so terrified. I can’t stand it, someone I care so much about being this afraid of me.”

Mar’s heart skipped a beat. He said he cared about her. Well, she knew that, given he’d been so caring towards her over the past week, but hearing him saying that out loud is different. She smiled.

“I care about you too.” She then hugged his face. That felt a little weird to jake, but it was adorable, her entire arm-span couldn’t even cover half of his face, but he appreciated it.

“Let’s start then, shall we?” Mar hovered away so she could see him properly, and they both smiled. He went off to the living room to get the rest of the things he brought.

They worked on it until nightfall. Since it was able to open up to show everything inside, they could paint the inside of the house. Mar could paint small details like vines and branches, with a paintbrush jake made especially for her, one that was the smallest he could find but also cut the handle up so she could lift it. Mar felt like she could trust Jake again, as they had a blast making the doll house her new home. They couldn’t finish it all just that day, but Mar convinced Jake she could continue on her own when he leaves for class the next morning. As he got up to get ready for bed, he saw the drawings she made before on the paper that was on her desk, and smiled to himself. He looked down at her, thinking how incredible she was for forgiving him so easily. The pep talk she gave him earlier really did help lift his spirits, and he was able to fall asleep feeling much less guilty for the first time since that night.

Mar was too excited for her own proper home to not sleep in it that night, even if it was unfinished. The bed Jake found for her really was comfortable enough, and even smelled good, as if he bought it completely new just for her. She thought of the money she had in her bank account, and wondered what she would do with it now that she was both unemployed and taken care of. Will she need to keep paying bills and rent or is it considered as if Jake was living “alone” now? She had to have a talk with him about it the next day.

He'd already left when she woke up, as usual leaving breakfast for her on the counter. She ate while scrolling through social media on her phone, and noticed it had low battery. There was no way for her to charge it- given the charging port was too far away and the charging cable was far too heavy and long for her to be able to lift it up. She sighed, disappointed she hadn’t thought of it beforehand to ask for Jake to help her with it before he left, or the night before. She’d have to stop using it to save up charge until he comes back. Until then, she’d continue their work on the doll house.

Jake, on the other hand, had a long day ahead. Both school and a shift at work to look forward to, he didn’t even know when he’d be back home. Oh how he longed to be back home and work on the doll house instead of all of this. But given Mar couldn’t work anymore, he’d be the only one providing for both of them, so he couldn’t afford to miss shifts at work.

“Hey,” he heard a familiar voice behind him. Emily jogged over to him as they both went to a shared class.

“Hey, how’s it going?” he asked as she caught her breath.

“Fine, but the more important question is how’s it going between you and Mar? Did you make up?”

“Yeah, sort of. I know we still have a long way to go but we had a talk, and she basically convinced me she forgives me. Anyway, I thought I’d use an opportunity to make it u to her anyway and got her a doll house.”

“No way, I hope she didn’t find that patro-“ Emily thought aloud but caught herself before finishing the sentence. It’s probably best if he doesn’t find out about that.

“What? You think she… she thinks it’s patronizing?” He began doubting himself again. Shit.

“No no, of course not, I’m just… wondering aloud. It just happened to me. When we thought that my shrinking was permanent, my parents also got me a doll house. I took it to mean they thought of me as a plaything and began spiraling into thinking they didn’t really love me. They had to get rid of it to convince me they did. I grew back, shortly after, but had to stay home for the next few weeks because I couldn’t control my shifting. It was so dependent on my feelings that I shrank and grew almost constantly, sometimes breaking things in my room when I grew too big. That made me feel even more helpless and THAT worsened my shifting. Took me years to manage it properly but, y’know, it’s all good now.” She realized she was rambling and finished before they reached the door of the lecture hall. Jake remained silent. Now he couldn’t help it. What if she does? What if getting her the doll house made her hate him even more? He’d have to hurry home after work.

It was too bad that by the time he did get home, it was too late. When he opened the door he found the apartment ransacked- furniture turned over, books and all sorts of things scattered around, electronics pulled out of the walls, Mar’s phone smashed, and his tiny friend- no where to be found.

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garykingz · 2 years ago

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The smoke from the soccer boy.

You hated lectures, and you knew all too well that you could get that studying done better alone. So, whilst hiding under the university's bleachers, you try to do so. That studying becomes null when you notice the loud, cocky goalkeeper on the field across from you... and you were smitten.

Fluffy shit.

(AN: This is movie!Warren. Not the real life guy.)

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Welp. Here you were again. You watched between the chairs of the bleachers as the Kentucky university students played their usual soccer – they were sure as shit serious every time you sat here and watched. You never watched in a creepy way; you were merely just bored each time you came here to skip a certain lesson. Or more, skip a seminar that lasted like two hours.

But since the boys gave you some little entertainment as you skipped, you supposed it wasn't so bad. Sometimes you'd bring a book. Or text your friends on your flip phone with a cute heart charm that hung from the bottom.

It'd been a few weeks since you started doing this and you wanted to feel guilty. You did a little. But you would've rather read or studied in peace under the bleachers in that time rather than listen to a lecture.

As you pulled your phone from your pocket to check the time, you smiled. Two hours was good. Placing your phone on the seat in front of you and pulling out a book you'd been reading the last couple of days, you leaned against a pole that kept up the seats. You hummed softly as you flicked the pages with grace; your eyes dancing across the words. This was better. Much–

"Fuck you, Warren!"

"You wish you could, Jake!"

Well, fuck. There went your damn peace. You let out a soft sigh before going back to your book. You were sure they would pack up soon. They had to. Right? They usually did already but you assumed this was taking longer for some reason.

"Lipka, aggressive touch!"

You could only make out chuckling after hearing what you assumed was the couch yell out. God, just leave.

"And that's a win for me~"

"Why you cryin' for, huh?!"

"Ooooh! Look at that, gorgeous catch. By me."

Whoever that was talking the most was the one who kept pulling you away from your book. You finally had enough and closed the book with an annoyed expression pressured into your face. As you stepped a little closer to the bleachers to see, you glanced up and down the field until–

"Warren, good catch!"

Him? Oh. Oh, he was pretty. He was taller than the rest of the boys but that wasn't the only thing that made him stand out. He had his brown curls pulled back into a small ponytail at the nape of his neck while wearing the most arrogant smirk across his face. It should've looked that way at least. But it didn't. He looked… like he was the main character to your favourite romance YA novels.

Your hands reached out a little as your fingertips pressed against the inside of the bleacher seats as you peered through them. This Warren was playing goalkeeper. Before you knew it, you kept your eyes on him the majority of their play. You watched as every now and then he would pull his white gloves tighter onto his hands and then wipe dirt from his face with them. You watched in awe as his shirt would lift just that little every time he jumped and stopped the ball. And he was good at that too. Really good.

You didn't know that you ever cared for sports this much. But with your eyes dancing over Warren's every move – you sure as hell liked whatever this sport was. …If you even remembered half the time what you were watching.

When you heard a bell ring and the boys finally stopped playing, your eyes widened. Oh, shit. Had you actually wasted your whole time watching this damn game for a cute boy? That wasn't unlike you to get smitten but the whole damn lesson? Reality check – you were supposed to be studying.

As you pulled your flip phone from the seat and placed your book into your bag, you turned to walk away when you noticed Warren with two other boys, talking and laughing together. His smile was… really beautiful. You were surprised you hadn't seen him on campus before. Well, you were glad to know your hiding spot was going to shed a little entertainment now at least.

And it did. A whole two weeks passed and you kept up your streak. The Tuesday and the Thursday, you skipped that damn same lecture. You did get some studying in – you weren't going to slack off completely… but you sure did abandon your book more than a few times to watch Warren between the bleacher seats again. Damn it. You hated how charming you thought this guy was. Sure, you hadn't breathed one word to the man but… you were just as sure you were going to at some point. …Right?

When you heard the bell ring for next classes; you picked up your book that had only been flipped a few pages since sitting down. Oops. You made sure you were going to read more next time. When you placed them into your bag, your eyes looked between the bleacher seats once more. And when you did…

"Warren, come on, man!"

You felt your heart race in your chest as you had your back against one of the beams that held up the seats. You held your bag to your chest as you clutched it tightly. He was looking over to you. No – he was looking at you.

Those seats weren't making you completely invisible and you knew that. But you knew they wouldn't notice you while playing their games. …That wasn't until that bell rang and your eyes met with his. "Oh, God," you whispered under your breath. You couldn't move now. You couldn't leave when they were now leaving so quickly.

The way he pushed his brown curls back out of his face with his gloves fingers; his smirk on his face for that small moment before he turned to you. He looked so serious when you met eyes with him. He didn't see you… He couldn't have. It was Warren; he would've smirked or given you a wave at least. It was Warren Lipka, afterall.

Ten minutes must've passed as you stayed there. You had to make sure they finally left. Sure, you were going to be late for your next class but you had to know they– he was gone.

Now; when that Thursday came around, you questioned whether or not to go back to your usual hiding spot while you ditched. You knew you were bunking off under there way before you even noticed Warren so, it shouldn't have stopped you. But somehow, you were hesitant. You were hesitant to be caught. …And then… as you drew closer to the bleachers and the soccer field was empty of players, you held your bag under both your arms in front of you.

"Look at you, that's some moves you got there."

His voice rang in your head and, annoyingly enough, it caused you to bring a small flustered smile to your face. God, were you smitten.

Fine.

You said to yourself before walking over to those same seats. Your shoes grazed against the grass and you made your way over. As you finally walked under as you have done many times before, you pulled your bag from your shoulder and dug around inside for your book. When you took it out and placed the bag on the floor, you were surely enough ready to actually get some studying in.

So, you thought.

When you looked up from taking your book out, you noticed a boy on the other side of the seats. He stood facing the field, back to you as he held one hand in his pocket and his other to his face. Your eyes danced up his body, from his jeans, to his red plaid jacket that hung over his shoulders to his– …His dark brown curls that blew in the wind every now and then.

Warren?

As the wind blew his hair, you noticed there was smoke spurring out into the breeze from his face. That smell… Was that weed? You almost doubted it was Warren for a moment before you heard him sigh.

"Enough of this, hm."

That voice. That deep, husky sounding voice. It was Warren Lipka, alright. What the hell was he doing? Wasn't there practise today?

You couldn't help but look through the bleachers at him, your fingertips pressed against the back of one of the seat rows. He was quiet. It was unlike him – from what you'd seen he was so enthusiastic on the playing field. But right there, it seemed as though, for what you could tell, was a sense of sadness looming over him. Sadness? Lost in thought? Something.

Watching him take a puff from his joint and pull it away between his index finger and thumb, your eyes seemed fixated on him. That man you'd been admiring from afar on the soccer field seemed very different from the man you were longing at right now. Like, somehow, you noticed a puzzle piece was missing from his usual charismatic front you'd been so fond of.

When you leaned in a little closer, Warren blew the smoke from between his lips.

Cough. Cough, cough.

Oh, no.

You quickly covered your mouth and took a step back, your eyes narrowing now as you tried to keep as quiet as possible.

"Oh, and here I thought you were gonna stay quiet."

With your hands over your mouth, you felt your heart race in your chest as you took a step back away from the seats. Away from Warren.

As you keep stepping back, the heel of your foot catches your bag and you fall back, landing on the grass. "Ah! S– Shit…"

As you wince a little and collect yourself again, your eyes notice sneakers now facing you on the opposite side of the bleachers. When your eyes drifted up, one seat, two seats, three seats…

Warren was looking down at you, pulling the joint away from his lips again let out a small chuckle. "You're good but no ninja."

You're silent – like everything you might've ever planned out to say to him had been thrown into the trash. Into the landfill. You had your chance and now it was ruined. You felt your eyes water a little as you pulled yourself up, bringing your bag with you now.

"I… wasn't hiding," you finally replied.

"Hm?" the man hummed, raising an eyebrow. "Really? 'Cause it sure as shit looked like you were."

You felt your chest tighten and your eyes flicker away from the man you'd been admiring over the weeks. When you gulp, you grip the strap of your bag over your shoulder now and turn around to walk away. You'd never felt so embarrassed.

"What's your name?"

You suddenly stopped when Warren's deep voice perked your ears.

"Don't tell me you're gonna walk away and not give me a name."

With your brows furrowing more and more in a pondering state, you part your lips. Maybe it was stupid to just answer on the spot. Or maybe it wasn't. But he finally acknowledged you. After all this time, he…

"Y/N… My name is Y/N," you finally spoke; your back still turned to Warren.

"You like hiding under here, Y/N?"

You turn around a little when you hear his feet shuffle on the ground; walking around the bleachers now to stand a small distance away from you to your left. "There's better places to ditch on campus, y'know."

"It was quiet here usually," you replied softly. With your hand still around the strap of your bag, you bring yourself to turn to him fully now. "Not until recently."

"Soccer fields are pretty loud spaces. Not great for reading n' shit," Warren explained, his voice calm and collected; but that almost made you more nervous.

"Not usually. Only when… certain players are there." Your eyes finally meet his and he offers you another smirk.

"You didn't enjoy my play?" he asked with a teasing tone.

You were quiet for a moment before speaking up again, "You're… e– entertaining, for sure."

"Oh, I'm real entertaining," Warren replied, his brows lifting a little as he kept his gaze on you. It was intense enough to make you turn away, afraid he might notice the flushed expression on your face.

"So, what class?" he asked, taking another puff from his joint.

"What…?" you asked, your eyes flickering to him for a moment.

"What class have you been ditchin'?"

You swallow before taking in a small, sharp exhale through your nose. "Art 1800s history. It's nothing I can't learn on my own time. It's just a lecture class."

"...Art, huh?"

You noticed the shift of tone in his voice when you finally turned back to him; your hand not leaving the strap of your messenger bag. "Yeah," you confirmed.

"Well, how about we hang out not under the bleachers on Saturday," he said; more being a statement than a question.

"Are you… asking me out?" you asked, almost as if you were making sure of what he was saying.

A small chuckle leaves his lips which causes your eyes to widen. Oh, no. He wasn't. He wasn't at all. You're so–

"Yeah, Y/N. Art student to soccer student. Sound good?"

When your eyes search his face; your attention falls to his lips when he smirks again, pulling the joint to them once more before flicking it to the ground.

"You don't–"

"Y– Yes. Sure… I'd like that," you replied, almost too quickly as your words kept going.

Warren's cocky smirk turned into a playful smile as his hands made their way into the pockets of his worn jeans. "'Aight, then."

"Wait," you muttered softly. "Why'd… you ask? I mean…"

"These seats aren't an invisible cloak, sweetheart. It was nice to have a cute audience every time I played," he explained. As his brown curls blew with the slight breeze, you felt your brows raise a little. Gosh, he really was… beautiful.

"I see," you replied, your voice seemingly more soft than before.

"Art. So, you know Spencer, right?" Warren asked, his voice perking up a little.

"Spencer… Reinhard?" you pondered, wondering why he's asking about that boy so randomly.

"Mhm. Get him to give my number to you. I'll text you later."

When he gave you one last smile, he turned around and began to walk away. As your eyes were about to turn away from him, you heard his footsteps stop.

"I hope I'll see you Tuesday still, though, yeah?" he perked up, turning his head back to you.

You let out a small breathy laugh and nodded with a smile, "Of course."

#rambles #american animals #movies #fic #evan peters #warren lipka

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the-afterlife-and-void · 1 year ago

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Hello! Eh... Is this thing even working Blackjack?

Of course it is, you asked for it didn't you?

Yeah! Yeah! Welp, Hi! I'm doing this to record all things happening in this kind of... Afterlife, in case Jack forgets something...

He is having trouble remembering things so I think it's a good form to help him... Specially with what has been happening lately.

You can ask us questions too if you do like! Just make sure to follow the rules and-

*falling sounds* DEE! COME HERE! RIGHT NOW!

...

Seems like Peter is calling me- Goodbye for now!

...

Creator's note:

This blog is run by: @just-a-random-raccoon

This is an AU about Jack going to the Afterlife and loosing some memories for being in the Void for 5 years, there's someone who is also back. This AU is in Wattpad and AO3. This book is also in Spanish. You can ask questions in Spanish or English. I will translate them.

Reference sheets

You can also ask Henry, Legacy Jack, Harry, Jake, Roger, Rebecca, Blackjack and Caroline! As well as Davetrap now!

DNI: Homophobics, transphobics, racists, proships, y'know basic DNI criteria.

Please don't try to do anything+ 18 or something like that, alright? Don't feel comfortable with it... Dirty jokes are ok? I guess? It's dsaf so idk what to think but don't do it SO OFTEN and don't abuse about it.

And left all the questions you want I don't mind, just don't be angry I don't answer them in time.

Goodbye!

#dsaf #dayshift at freddy's #dayshift at freddys #jack kennedy #dsaf au #dsaf jack kennedy #dsaf dave #dave miller #dee kennedy #peter kennedy #steven stevenson #digital art #ask blog #henry miller

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simpjaes · 1 year ago

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ok so in my mind y/n definitely fucks Hee’s friends after she realizes how pathetic he actually is and catches on to the little bet they had going. she goes for Jay first because he’s obviously easy, and then she fucks Jake bc he’s an idjeeit(AND WE LOVE HIM!!! 🐶 *pat pat* GOOD BOY!!!!!!)

BUT THEN when Heeseung keeps messing with her dumb little head- she goes for Sunghoon(yeah, I’m biased, whatever. HE WANTED TO DATE.) because whyyyyy is Heeseung the only one that gets to play the fuck around and find out card? and her sisters geeked like omg double dates, Sunghoon can come over for Christmas too! and him knowing their history starts to form a rivalry in their friendship. y/n and Hee just can’t stop sneaking around and fucking, but Sunghoon’s determined to make her forget about him.

so yeah……anyway👹

welp, yall heard it here first folks. this is the canon epilogue and never to be written part two of player rank: platinum.

this is such a you coded way to to continue the plot too like i shoulda seen it coming 🥲🩵

high key rly want her to fuck everyone too like “you don’t own me, you’re still dating my sister.” and when hoonie gets his shot, he starts hating heeseung because he knows he’s still getting between those thighs of yours.

how does he know? heeseung cant shut the fuck up about it KSHDJDNDHDH. like rubs it in his face everytime like “i just don’t think you’re satisfying her if she keeps running back to me.”

i will talk about this with u later, elsewhere tho bc i wanna be unhinged about this.

#ask #neopuppy #player rank: platinum continued #< i’ll use that tag if ppl share thoughts but this one has to be canon bc ur the reason the fic exists anyway #SOOOOOOOO!!!!!

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walkingstackofbooks · 2 years ago

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DS9 3x13 Life Support thoughts (I'm re-watching, so there may be future spoilers)

Unlucky 13 indeed...

"In fact I was thinking of cancelling them." Jake's so sweet :3

What else do you eat in a Klingon restaurant apart from gagh? Clearly I am uneducated in Klingon cuisine

"Move! Move!" Is it always like this, living on a space station? Always interesting to see things happening from a civilian pov

Odo informing Kira <3

Her unhappy little pacing :( 💔

This is such a serious scene but I cannot take the doctors seriously ever in those red surgical costumes

Julian's face of bad news is just something so important to me

Wait Bareil's dead? I thought this episode was about keeping him alive?

"I did everything I could." "I know you did." My heart...

"I appreciate your concern but I'll grieve in my own way in my own time." The way her voice is cracking.. this scene just destroyed me

"We're ready to begin the autopsy, Doctor." ... the way he just stands there

"You say that so calmly, but it's not every doctor that can lose a patient and then has him back on his feet in a few weeks." Sisko sounds so proud and impressed <3

"Well, I and the Prophets, were lucky..." :3

"And I am grateful you were not yet taken from us, Vedek Bareil." YOU'LL FORCE HIM TO DIE SOON, WINN. SHUT UP.

"So, are we going to be playing springball next month?" Kira being so pleased to see him is breaking my heart. It's not fair.

Jake being so nervous to tell Nog he's skipping on their plans but Nog being immediately like nah dating is more important. He's a good friend :3

Ohhhh, nope, he just wants to have a date too, welp

"Just promise me you won't do anything to embarrass me." Oh no, it's this episode

Julian coming in looking grim and glaring daggers at Winn

Oh. Bad news.

"In your condition, it could even be fatal." "But it would allow me to function normally for the next few days?" Dammit, Bareil, don;t choose this

Ohhh, Julian. He has such a troubled face <3

"There are no Bajoran prisoners." HAH, a likely story

Detainees? What happened to swift Cardassian justice?

"What... sort of property?" (This space station for instance?) This is the right question to ask

I don't think the Cardassians are doing this in good faith...

"He's up to something." For once, Winn, I agree with you!

"If he dies, then peace with Cardassia dies with him." Sisko's eye roll at that was impressive

Ughhhh Nog is horrible

Pause pause pause. I can't watch this scene.

Nooooo. The second hand embarrassment for Jake is too real.

I know they eventually grow and get past this but this is so awful agggghgh

Okay. Let's go again.

Those girls did the right thing. Proud of them for standing up for themselves.

"His attention has been wandering. He's in pain. Give him more of the drug." You horrible, horrible woman. You don't care about him one whit.

"Now, you can either leave here willingly or I'll call security and have you thrown out." "You won't need to call them. I'll do it myself." KIRA <3 <3 <3 Please bodily throw this woman out of your station.

"Put yourself in the hands of the Prophets, Bareil. They will not forsake you." YOU MANIPULATIVE WOMAN I HATE YOU

I mean, it is very much Bareil's choice it seems and not just Winn forcing him herself, but she should have SOMEONE who is capable of doing the role Bareil was playing rather than having to run him to his death

"He should be awake within the hour. Oh, good. There are still several points I have to discuss with him before the next negotiating session." Your oh good should be followed with concern for his health not satisfaction you can keep politicking with him!

"I want you to tell him that you don't need him." Julian is just so good

"Now, if that's a lie, then so be it." "That doesn't sound like a Starfleet officer." "I'm a doctor first."

Sisko being a good dad <3 Telling Jake to talk this through and recognising how important Nog is to him.

"Do the surgery, Julian. Let him finish what he started." Oh Kira, I'm sorry you're in such a difficult position <3 You're doing great, sweetie <3

"I want to be arrested." XD Odo's face of confusion is marvellous

Odo is enjoying this way too much

"When you touch me it doesn't seem real." Oh Kira. how do you cope with something like this?

His out of touch acting is sure something

"I guess I just forgot you're a Ferengi." "You forgot? To most people, the lobes are a dead giveaway." XD This episode being saturated with these two's nonsense sure is something

I really like the moral of respecting each other's differences, and that humans aren't automatically right and better, but in this particular episode it's also kind of icky.... It's taken me a while to put my finger on it, but I don't think humans should have to respect the ferengi's misogyny, just because it's their culture. Your right to have your traditions respected ends when your traditions hurt or harm other beings.

"Great, so we both disgust each other." XD

"I don't want to lose you as s friend." awwww

"Now can we get out of here?" "Sure. Odo? Odo? He's just playing around. Odo!" Do you boys even know Odo? XD

I'm glad the treaty was signed at least. I've been so worried his death would be for nothing.

"I can't imagine what I've done deserves celebration." Oh, my love. you're too good.

Jadzia hugging him :3 He should get more hugs. Look at his lil face

"Kai Winn, allow me to introduce Kai Winn." "I don't understand." "In honour of the occasion, I've named my latest creation after you." I really can't guess how she'll feel about that.

"I won't remove whatever last shred of humanity Bareil has left." I wonder how close this hits with his own feelings of not being human due to his augmentations?

"Sure. You've got your peace treaty, your place in history. You don't need Bareil anymore." SAY IT, KIRA. GO FOR HER

"I share your pain." SHUT UP. The hell you do!

"Julian, you can't give up now. You have to keep going." "Nerys, if I remove the rest of his brain ... He'll be dead. And I'll be the one who killed him." This conversation is KILLING me. These two. Both of you having so many feelings. Oh my darlings <3

"But if we do nothing he'll die." "That's right, he will." I cannot. His voice is just too gentle. I love him

What I don't get is why didn't they ask Bareil while he was still conscious what he would want to do if the other half of his brain failed? I guess Julian probably wouldn't have wanted to risk hearing the request to replace the whole of his brain....

"I just wish we'd had more time for us." 💔 Oh, Kira.

" I realised you were just as confused as the rest of us. You just accepted your confusion better than anyone I've ever known. That's when I realised I loved you."

This episode is just. Feels. I'm crying. Nerys and Julian, my beloveds.

There are quite a few fics about this episode, but this one was just SO good, it read as a completely believable, canonical part 2, and I have to share it.

#ds9 #ds9 3x13 #ds9 life support #kira nerys #julian bashir #andi watches ds9 #and cries #WSB

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pesterloglog · 1 year ago

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Autoresponder, Jane Crocker

Act 6, page 4961

TT: Hmm.

GG: Welp, let me have it!

TT: Have what?

GG: A hard time for botching up the pooch!

GG: I think I just locked the door with that muttonheaded stunt. And now that mirrored obelisk is good as gone.

TT: I wasn't going to say nothin'.

TT: Hell, I was asleep at the wheel too while you were busy fucking up, and I have an IQ of, hold on, robo-calculating...

TT: Robo-calculating...

GG: Oh brother.

TT: Robo-calculating...

TT: About 500 billion.

GG: That is really, really robo-smart.

TT: Don't get human-fresh with me, Crocker. I'm about to bring all five hundo-billy points of my stringent cyborg IQ to bear on your dumb problem. Check it out.

TT: I took note of the captcha code to the thing, and recorded a digital flashsnap of its appearance through my photographic silicone memory canals.

TT: Which is to say I looked at eight alphanumeric digits a couple minutes ago, and remembered them.

GG: Ok?

TT: So give the bunny the wallet. I'll have him run back to the house and make you a new obelisk with the same grist you just collected from it.

TT: He can stash it in the wallet and run it back to you, and then you can open the door. You shouldn't be waiting around too long, cause he's real spry.

TT: Which is exactly why you should wait here. You'll just slow him down.

GG: Alright, I think I can do that.

GG: What should I do in the meantime?

TT: Let me think about that.

TT: Robo-calculating...

GG: Oh stop it!

TT: K.

GG: None of our friends will answer me. What could they be up to?

GG: You must at least know what Dirk is doing.

TT: He's slicing up some drones.

GG: Some what?

TT: Big red robots. He'll be busy for a while.

TT: Roxy I'm not sure about, but there is a pretty high probability as governed by the immutable laws of mathematics that she is preoccupied similarly.

GG: She's fighting robots too, you mean?

TT: I don't know. Maybe.

TT: Dealing with them, in some way, perhaps.

TT: If so, it wouldn't be a coincidence.

GG: Why?

TT: I think the Condesce is attempting to force the issue now.

GG: What? What issue!

TT: It's likely that it's a coordinated assault. Sending drones both to here and Roxy's place.

TT: She's probably trying to get everyone else to stop dicking around and join the game already.

GG: Are you sure she's not just trying to kill them?

GG: It wouldn't be her first assassination attempt.

TT: Yeah, but come on. Dirk has been a sitting duck here for years. Roxy too.

TT: She could have wiped them out any time with a swarm much bigger than this one. Or just nuked them.

TT: Her "assassination attempt" on you was pretty weak too.

GG: But it nearly worked!

GG: I would be dead right now if not for the whims of GCat.

TT: Right.

TT: Like I trust the motives of that fucking thing.

GG: So, you're saying she's only pretending to hunt us?

TT: I believe she probably would genuinely like to kill us. She is a psycho after all.

TT: But it's also obvious to me she needs us to begin playing this game, for whatever fucked up purpose she has.

TT: She might even need us to win it too, for all I know.

TT: Her antagonism is all part of the dance.

GG: Then you're saying Dirk and Roxy aren't really in danger from the robots?

TT: Oh, I wouldn't say that. They're still pretty deadly and they shoot missiles and stuff.

GG: Augh! I just want to talk to my friends and see if they're ok.

GG: What about Jake?

TT: No idea what's going on with him right now.

TT: I'm sure when the time is right, the witch will keep pushing him along to join the game as well.

GG: Then I guess I'll just sit here and worry about everyone quietly until Seb gets back.

TT: What about your troll friend?

GG: What?

TT: The alien whose name you don't know.

TT: You could talk to her.

GG: Oh yeah!

GG: I forgot about her.

GG: But I suppose that's because she's always the one to contact me. I never get a response when I message her.

TT: Well, you could give her a try. Maybe things are different now.

TT: I could hack into her system to get her attention, if you think that would help.

GG: You can do that??

TT: Nah, just messin' with you.

TT: Later.

timaeusTestified [TT] ceased pestering gutsyGumshoe [GG]

#homestuck #autoresponder #jane crocker #homestuck act 6 #page 4961 #homestuck act 6 act 3

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squoxle · 2 years ago

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UPDATE:

Welp school starts back up for me today…🥲

I’ll still try to upload one story per week tho.

I’m working on a few ideas rn, but I’m gonna get some videos together for my YT channel as well.

If you have any requests or suggestions lmk. Either in the comments or by message.

I posted some pretty hot edits on my YT lol…y’all should check it out

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destinygoldenstar · 8 months ago

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☀️There Can Only Be ONE Best Boy☀️ - Total Drama Viewer Reacts to Disventure Camp Season 1 Episode 4 “Slip N Slide”

I decided, for both to give my followers less of spoilers and for some flare, I would cheaply draw over some screenshots.

For the Purple Team's reward, they got a waterproof tent. But they neglected the fireproof tent as a result, and the producers weren't careful with last challenge.

Nick would be, understandably, terrified of the place, and Alec would be like "Wow, this is an improvement" but look at it so stoically.

So, welcome back to Arson Camp!

Let us continue with the chaos!

Fiore's chilling by the fires, probably writing some AO3 fanfics.

What fandom would Fiore be in? I'm curious.

I feel like this six year old would be into something violent like Mortal Kombat.

"A girl like you should not be awake at this hour."

*looks over at my clock*

Lilly you don't have to call me out like that.

"I don't even listen to my own mom and she thinks she can control me?!"

If you weren't six, I would say slay and tell them what's for...

But you're six. So...

"If you were feeling safe, I've got bad news for you."

Welp, Lilly's gone. I called it.

OH GOD NO!!!

WHY?!?!??!?! HOW DOES THIS BENEFIT YOU!??!??!?!?!

I feel like this was my fault because I made the fire joke.

Fiore was like, "You know, I had this weird feeling that some viewer named AnalyzGolden was watching us and she told me to burn shit. And now I suddenly have the urge to do it."

Goddammit me.

What next? The characters in that heading get eliminated today?

The subtitle again. I CAN'T with these parenthesis XD

(I have subtitles on because sometimes I mishear stuff when I watch stuff the first time)

"I'm not going to be part of this argument."

*holds back a laugh* Alec's actually so based for that.

Y'all want less DRAMA in TOTAL DRAMA?

Simple answer.

You just walk away from it.

"I think I know who did it." *Among Us Music*

*chokes on breath*

NO. NO.

DID I HEAR THAT RIGHT?!?!

*rewinds*

NO THEY ACTUALLY DID THAT. OMG.

THEY MADE THE JOKE FOR ME.

I was making several Among Us jokes last episode.

I feel like I've become some overlord and they somehow hear me and do what I tell them.

"For some reason Golden is telling me I'm very SUS... huh, wonder what that means."

Fiore if you can hear me. I didn't say you had slay pass. I never said that.

The only one I gave slay pass was Grett.

You have to earn yours.

"Lill?! What in queen's name did you do?!" *sound effect*

Okay. Now it's getting a bit crazy.

"I don't think Lill would do this to us."

THANK YOU. THANK YOU ASHLEY.

"It's about psychology in different kinds of people."

"It says here that people who enter reality competitions and get tempted by money have the tendency to become more ruthless and emotionally manipulative to their advantage, derailing their personalities. If you'd like some examples from the many seasons of Total Drama, I'd be happy to give you an analogy."

"What makes you think I wouldn't want to read it?"

You're six.

"Well... fair point."

Okay. I guess that's not a point.

"It's a drawing. My son drew it for me."

Alec has a family?

I mean he did look older, I admit, but I didn't think anyone here had kids.

So is Alec in this game to help his family with funds? We got another one.

'List of Motives:'

'Fiore: Abandoned'

'Ashley: Save Farm'

'Jake: Help Grandma'

'Tom: Sus'

'Nick: Prove Himself'

'Alec: Family'

'Everyone else: ???'

"I'm just as confused as you."

I have NO IDEA what happened AT ALL. It totally wasn't me who flipped. I was sure Drew was the impostor!

"Then what if Drew voted for himself?"

He said 'Fuck this shit I'm out'.

"He knew things I didn't want anyone to know."

"I just can't tell anyone about my hobbies, okay?!"

"As long as Grett doesn't tell either of them I should be fine."

Hey Grett. Maybe you should tell Jake something. Just a thought.

...

WAIT I SAID THAT AS A JOKE, HOLD ON-

"For some reason I have the urge to tell Jake something. Huh, wonder who this Golden Voice is."

"I voted for Gabby because the boys told me to."

Was it Dan that suggested Gabby??

*looks back*

Actually no it wasn't. I was gonna call hypocrisy, but that'd be me complaining about something that's not there. Okay.

Alright I won't bully him. This time.

"Nobody can be trusted here."

"Nobody can be trusted here-anyway, Tom, who never shows his face, can I trust that you'll vote with me?"

"I'm disappointed that Dan voted for me."

Oh, you're actually affected by that. Wow.

Okay, here you go Gabby. You can have slay pass. ⚔️

Use it for whatever you want to eliminate with. If you want to use it on Dan, go ahead. I don't care if he goes tbh.

I just realized most of my favs are on the same team XD

Oooh, swimming episode!

Tom is STILL in his suit XD

"Hey uh, Tom, the sun can't reach you if you're underwater. I don't think you need to be wearing that. You don't want to get your normal clothes wet, right?"

"Eh I never found use for a swimsuit anyway! Besides! The sun will dry them up quickly!"

"Doesn't that go against what you told us earlier?!"

"My relationship with the sun does not concern you! No it's not toxic what are you talking about?!"

But he's not wearing the hoodie anymore! That's an improvement!

I feel like we're gonna get a Tom face reveal at some point, right?

Oooh.

I didn't think there would be a cabin.

And a phone to call home? PLEASE tell me they take advantage of this and we learn more about these characters homelives!

"You're not yelling and talking nonsense... I like it."

Grett. You're so awful. I love you.

I have such BAD TASTES for favorites, don't I?

(Idk who the fan favorites/hated characters are)

That's not an english subtitle.

...I'm not gonna say anything further than that, cause I'm scared that the joke in my head is very offensive.

"What did you expect? Nobody likes you and everyone thinks you're crazy."

I... I mean technically she's right. Doesn't make it right to rub salt in the wound though.

I still love you Gabby. Don't worry.

"Have you lied to me too?"

"Of course."

Oh WOW.

I did NOT expect her to just be blunt and honest like that.

Why is a VILLAIN character so honest about what they do? That's such a unique character trait. I love how they're using it.

"For what it's worth, I believe you."

"You have no reason to lie. I've known you for a few days and you always put this alliance first."

THANK YOU ASHLEY FOR BEING THE SMART ONE ON THIS TEAM.

Fiore struggling to paddle, omg

"My hands are killing me. You think you can row for me if I pay you?"

Nick...

Nick, I'm waiting patiently for your character development. You better deliver cause you've annoyed me this episode and last episode. Jake's gonna take crown for best boy if you're not careful.

Also, she's a KID and can't even hold one paddle right.

"I'm already tired of always eating fish."

Yeah, that has to get tedious after awhile, especially if you guys are THAT hungry and have no choice.

I hate seafood. I wouldn't survive.

"What are you craving?"

"Chinese takeout. I always order that at home."

My sibling actually loves Chinese as well... I'm a Mexican person, though.

"There's a restaurant I live near that'll knock your socks off. We should go when this is over."

TOM. Are you... ASKING HIM OUT?!

"Hey, your eyes... they're pretty. I never noticed since you've always got that hood on."

AWWW AND THE RETURNED FLIRT?!

THE BLUSH, OMG

...yeah I kinda hope you kiss now.

This is how you make relationships Total Drama. You meet. You get along. And you be cute.

And I am waiting for this to go horribly wrong cause in shows like this, nobody gets a happy ending.

Except Mike & Zoey I guess.

"Maybe them fighting is good news."

"If we found popcorn it would be a fun movie to watch. I'm just saying."

"Honestly, a million dollars would make my life so much better."

"What would you spend the money on?"

"I want to study fashion design. Just don't have the time or money. Back home, I have to juggle two jobs that barely keep me afloat."

That has to be THE most relatable Young Adult experience ever.

I hate that I have a privilege from my parents to go to a college I don't even like.

Add that to the list...

'Ellie: College Finance'

"*Ellie clicks the check*

*Spawns an ad on USAA*

OH NO! THEY LIED!!!

Ellie's real fear is her finances XD"

I PREDICTED THIS LAST EPISODE AND I DIDN'T EVEN REALIZE IT

"Dear lord up above, why must you forsaken me on a canoe with this wretched child?!"

THAT'S WHAT I'M SAYING!!

Stop hating Dan, me. He didn't do anything.

And two seconds later I laugh at his expense 😂

"It's not the first time I've done this."

"Back in my day we had to canoe rapids just to get to school!"

"Back in grade school-"

Oh my god and she took my joke.

"The objective of the game is to knock your opponent into the lake."

*shoves Dan in the lake*

"Hey you guys talk about this Golden voice lately, I think she's bullying me. Why you bullying me?"

Do something and don't be sexist.

"First showdown will be Tom vs Alec"

If Tom loses this I'm in firm disbelief.

He has ninja skills.

Why is Jake the only one cheering and supporting his teammate?

This boy is precious. Look at him. He's PRECIOUS.

"Next showdown: Grett vs Ellie"

Sorry Ellie. I do like you, I swear.

THAT WAS A ONE SHOT. GEEZ.

"Golden told me to SLAY. So I slayed!" 💅

"Next up: Gabby vs Lill"

Gabby for the win?

Oh she's GOING THERE

"You forgot: Golden gave ME slay pass too!!"

Aw, she lost.

I guess that makes sense though cause it would be too easy.

"Hey that's not fair! She used Gabby's duel stick!"

"Eh it looked painful though so I'll allow it."

Chris McLean taught you well.

"Next showdown: Dan vs Ashley"

Kick his ass, Ashley.

GREAT. XD

OMG are you kidding me?! XD

"We too are aware of Golden's presence! So we decided to entertain her with pinning the best boys against each other!"

"Sorry Golden, but here in Disventure Camp, THERE CAN ONLY BE ONE BEST BOY."

OH GOD HE'S PISSED

NUT SHOT

I REPEAT. WE HAVE A NUT SHOT.

"Jake scores! The Teal Team win Immunity and reward!"

Welp, guess that's that. The show has decided.

Unless Nick stays, which is pretty likely, so.

FOR NOW, Jake has my crown as best boy. We stan a guy who has no shame in denying another guy the right to have kids.

"See that's my own personal true personality reveal Golden! I'm an asshole too, just like Grett! Don't you love me?!"

Yes. Yes I do.

"Listen Nick, can we talk?"

Yes. Please talk. Please work things out.

"I think I've heard enough this morning to decide who I'm voting for."

"You don't have to behave like that, Nick!"

Why is Ashley the most reasonable character on this team?!

TELL HIM OFF.

"At least give Lill a chance!"

"I've already made my decision. Cheers."

Now I have even less regrets siding with Jake over you.

"I think we should vote together and take control of the team."

And here's where Alec and Ellie become swing votes.

Ellie's just the outlier here. "Um... I didn't ask to be a part of the villains team, why am I put on it? I didn't do anything wrong!"

I didn't put you there, Ellie. That was not me this time.

"I feel like I can be myself around them."

Ellie meanwhile, "WHERE'S THE EXIT?! SAVE MEEEEEE"

"Lill, it genuinely frightens me that you handle kids."

Just shut up.

"If I had a kid, I wouldn't let em anywhere near you."

"And I never will because SOMEONE busted my balls today!"

Ashley, once again, being the most reasonable one here.

'LILL'

Yeah, yeah, we know.

'FIORE'

'NICK'

O_O

OH. GOD.

'NICK'

I-

I FEEL LIKE THIS WAS MY FAULT.

I SHOULD NOT HAVE PUT HIM IN THE HEADING.

I CAUSED THIS.

"Because you're one of the worst in the challenges. Also, I can't stand you."

Wow. It really was that petty.

Tom, what ninja shit are you doing this time?

Pfft. He's a bad spy.

"Uh, I am standing right here and can see you!"

Alright, that was Episode 4...

Damn. I shouldn't have put Nick in the heading. I cursed him and caused his elimination.

I thought they were setting up a lot of character development for him cause I felt like he had an interesting story with his parents and wanting to prove himself...

But no. He did absolutely none of that and continued to be a spoiled lazy entitled snob up till his elimination.

And like... sure? If you need early boots?

Why couldn't it be Dan? Smh

This episode took what I said last episode and said "UH UH. You can only have one best boy as your choice. That's the rule." And forced them to fight for that position.

But if we had to choose between the two, I can't argue with Jake.

Idk who the favorites/hated characters are, and I feel like I have bad taste. One's an actual bitch and very open about it. But you know what? Gabby and Jake are sweethearts who deserve to be stanned.

Gabby is fun. She's full of personality. People are outcasting her for no reason and it's sad. I want Gabby to use her slay pass and revolt. Girl has done nothing wrong in her entire life.

And Jake? Come on. He's precious. He's a sweetheart. Look at him. And he takes no shit apparently. Man has done nothing wrong in his entire life.

I feel like Lilly's going next just cause she knows too much. But if that leaves Ashley alone to be the saving grace of the team till the merge I can't argue. I like her quite a bit.

I also like that Ellie and Alec are doing stuff now. Oh how the tables have turned.

They both have motives that are quite empathetic. It's so nice.

Why you working with the demon child though?

"I didn't ask to be put in hell with her Golden! I just wanted to make fashion! LET ME OUT!!!"

#SaveEllie

If you guys want me to continue these reactions, be sure to let me know.

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