#but by all accounts he was getting better

[mandylove1000]

💀

You’d thrive at my dad’s firehouse then. Literally 2 years ago they started a fucking rumor about my dad being suicidal and having to be admitted into the hospital. All false if anyone out of the 3 of us would’ve been it would’ve been me. This was all bc they were planning on backstabbing my dad out of his leadership position bc he was doing exactly what they wanted watch was holding them accountable (they are all grown ass adults too which makes this even pettier). The joke was on them though cause my dad knew the entire time and days before the election they hold to vote in leadership he sent an email that was pretty much “I’m taking myself out of the running while I have loved every minute of doing this and helping I won’t miss the backstabbing” and then we got on a week long cruise and they voted in leaders that were incompetent and have run the place into the ground 😂 me and my mom said it would be underwater before we even got back from the cruise and we were correct. There was nothing better than being in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean and getting live text updates about who was getting what positions and who got blind sided in the process 😂

my most toxic trait is i fucking love work gossip. i play neutral not to be the bigger person or take the high road but to hear slander and hearsay from every side. two coworkers complained about each other to me in the same afternoon and i nearly blacked out from the rush

[shy9-29]

I actually need a two faced jake where at school hes a sore loser versus when he’s alone with yn—complete menace. Biggest cocky flirt out there. At first, yn didn’t know much about jake until he bent her over and fucked the living shit outta her. I’m just down bad for Jake ok.

Two Faced, One Heart: Who is Sim Jake?

심재윤 x reader

୨ৎ Two versions of Jake Sim—one the shy, clumsy boy who spills his coffee at school, the other the filthy-mouthed menace who had you shaking in his lap just hours before class—and somehow, you’re hopelessly addicted to both. ✉️ wc. 13.1k ⋆˙⟡ ⚠️ warnings : oral (both received), begging, teasing, cream pie, minor slut shamming, bullying, pet names, making out, swearing, harsh language, haur pulling, unprotected sex

📝: thats so fucking hot omg? I need jake so bad rn it’s not even funny

mndi · req open

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The words come out before you can stop them.

“Do you think I could get Jake to fall for me?”

Your friends stare at you like you just confessed to having a crush on the cafeteria salad bar.

“Jake Sim?” Min gapes. “The guy who thanked the printer for working?” Jisoo raises a brow. “His Instagram only has twelve followers. Twelve. One of them is his dog’s account.” You try not to laugh. “Okay, but he’s kind of… sweet?” Min scoffs. “He wears socks with sandals.” You shrug. “Maybe I like that.” You don’t tell them that two nights ago, Jake had you bent over your tiny dorm desk, fingers tangled in your hair, voice low and smug in your ear while you struggled to stay quiet. Because no one would believe you.

Not when the Jake they know fumbles over his words in group projects and blushes when people look at him too long.

But you’ve seen the other side. The one who locks his door with a click and flips like a switch. You see him again the next day in class, right on time as always. Same oversized hoodie, same messy hair. He sits two rows behind you and doesn’t say a word.

You don’t look at him. Not really. But you feel him watching you. The weight of his stare pressed between your shoulder blades. Like he knows exactly what you’re thinking about. Then, when you stand to leave, he brushes past you. Just a little too close. His fingers graze the small of your back—light, subtle, hidden. But it sends heat shooting down your spine. You catch up to him by the vending machines, just outside the library. He’s pretending to debate between orange juice and sparkling water.

You stop beside him. “Healthy choices.” Jake doesn’t look at you. “You wore that lip gloss again.” Your lips curve. “Maybe I like the flavor.” He reaches forward, selects a drink without thinking, and pays. His voice drops, just loud enough for you to hear. “I like it better off my tongue.” Your breath hitches. A pair of students walk past, one of them waving vaguely in Jake’s direction. He nods back with that usual shy smile, all harmless and mild-mannered.

The second they’re gone, his hand brushes against yours, fingers curling briefly around yours before letting go. You’re not sure your heart knows how to keep a steady rhythm around him anymore.

You didn’t know when it started—maybe it was the way Jake always sat in the back of class, quiet and unassuming. Or the fact that, every time you glanced at him, he never seemed to notice. He’d scribble in his notebook, the only sound in the room his pencil moving across the paper. You thought he was weird at first. Too quiet. Too in the background. The kind of person everyone else ignored. But there was something about him you couldn’t shake. The way his glasses would slide down his nose when he concentrated, or how he always wore the same hoodie, despite the weather.

The first time you spoke to him was after class. Your notes were mixed up, and you needed help with something—so you took a deep breath, made your way to him, and asked.

He looked up, startled. His cheeks went pink, and he mumbled something about being “kind of bad at explaining things,” but he agreed to help. That’s how it started. He was awkward. Shy. And he was perfect. You thought about him more than you should have, even as your friends teased you about how he was “just a soft loser” or “too quiet to ever be interesting.” But something about the way he treated you—how he never rushed you, never pushed, always listened—had you intrigued.

Then, the texts started coming. Small things at first—like a picture of a puppy he saw that reminded him of you. Or a random meme about books you both liked. They came at odd times, too. Late at night. In the middle of the day. And you found yourself looking forward to them, even though you knew he wasn’t exactly the “popular” guy at school.

One night, after a study session that stretched long into the evening, you both found yourselves alone in the library. It was just the two of you, the quiet hum of fluorescent lights above, the scent of paper and coffee between you. He looked at you like he wanted to say something, but he never did. Instead, he helped you pack up your things, careful not to touch you too much, but his fingers brushed yours when he handed you your coat. You thought you imagined it, the little spark that shot through your hand, but the way his eyes flicked to yours said otherwise.

“Uh, good night,” he mumbled, voice hushed. You smiled, feeling your heartbeat in your throat. “Good night, Jake.” You didn’t know it then, but that would be the night it all started to shift.

The next few weeks were a blur of fleeting glances, stolen moments. You’d catch him looking at you in class, only for him to quickly look away. Sometimes, he’d find reasons to walk the same path as you, his steps light, as if testing the water between you. And each time, the air between you would grow heavier, electric, like something unsaid was hanging in the space between your words. It wasn’t until one rainy afternoon that things finally tipped over the edge. You were on your way to the library when you spotted him standing under the awning of a building, looking at his phone. His hoodie was pulled up over his head, and he seemed to be oblivious to the fact that the rain was starting to soak through the sleeves.

“Jake!” you called out, jogging over to him. “You’re gonna get soaked.” He looked up in surprise. “Oh, uh… I was just trying to figure out when the rain’s supposed to stop.” He smiled sheepishly. “I should’ve checked the forecast before heading out.” You shook your head, already pulling your umbrella out. “Come on. You’re coming with me.”

He blinked. “What?”

“You’re not standing out here getting drenched. You’re walking me to the library.”

He hesitated, then smiled, a soft, shy grin. “Okay.”

You shared the umbrella, walking side by side. The world outside was blurred by the rain, everything muted except for the sound of your shoes on the pavement and the occasional brush of his elbow against yours. It felt casual, but something about it—something about him—made your heart race in a way you couldn’t explain.

When you reached the library, you both stood under the awning for a second, the warmth of the building just inside. You were both still close, the air between you thick with unspoken things.

And that was when it happened.

Without saying a word, Jake leaned in just enough to let his breath ghost against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. “If I walked you to class every day, would you still act like I’m invisible?” he whispered.

Your heart skipped, and you didn’t know how to respond. You didn’t know what to say, or what he was really offering. But you knew, in that moment, everything between you had shifted.

And you weren’t sure you were ready for it.

But you wanted to be.

You’d never seen Jake without his glasses.

The guy everyone knew—shy, reserved, a little awkward—was always framed by those round lenses. It was part of his quiet charm, the way they softened his features, how he hid behind them like a shield. No one really saw the guy underneath, the guy who barely made waves, who faded into the background of every class.

Until today.

You hadn’t expected this when you got the text. “Roommate’s out. You wanna come over?”

It wasn’t anything crazy. It could be a quiet hangout, maybe some late-night studying. But there was a strange feeling building in your stomach, something telling you that tonight might be different.

When you knocked on Jake’s door, you barely had time to brace yourself before it swung open.

And there he was.

Jake, standing there, no glasses. He was wearing contacts, and the difference hit you immediately. His eyes, normally hidden behind lenses, were now wide open, sharp, clear. They looked darker somehow, and for the first time, you saw something in them that wasn’t there before. Confidence. A kind of intensity that threw you off guard.

“Hey,” he greeted, his voice smooth, low—nothing like the awkward, stuttering Jake you were used to.

“Hi,” you replied, unsure of what to say, suddenly aware of how close he was standing.

Jake stepped aside, letting you into the room. You took a quick look around—same dorm, but the vibe was different. The room was tidier than you expected, clean, almost meticulous. No clutter, no random piles of clothes or books. It felt… like a space where Jake had control, where things were on his terms.

“You can sit wherever,” Jake said, leaning back against the wall, arms crossed. His posture was relaxed, but there was an edge to it now, something about the way he stood that was different from the usual quiet guy you saw on campus.

You sat on the edge of his bed, but you didn’t know where to look. His eyes were still on you, and the way he watched you made the air between you feel thick, charged.

He took his time, like he wasn’t in any rush. “You didn’t expect this, did you?” Jake’s voice was quieter now, almost like he was daring you to admit it.

You shifted slightly, trying to act casual, but it was hard. “No. I didn’t think you’d be like this.”

He smiled, but it wasn’t the kind of shy, soft smile you were used to. It was different. “Like what?”

You hesitated, but then shrugged. “I don’t know. More… sure of yourself. Less… nervous.”

Jake raised an eyebrow, and there was a flash of something dark in his eyes. “You think I’m nervous?”

You nodded slowly, testing him. “Yeah. I mean, you’ve always been… kind of quiet.”

Jake took a step closer, his expression unreadable now, a small smirk tugging at his lips. “I’m not shy. Just don’t feel the need to put on a show for anyone. And I don’t think you’re stupid enough to believe I’m some clueless guy.”

You stayed silent, suddenly aware of how close he was now, how his presence filled up the space between you.

He was different tonight. No hesitation. No awkward stutter. Just… Jake. But the version of him that you never saw—sharp, self-assured, and unbothered by anything or anyone around him.

“Want to see how different I am?” he asked, his voice lowering, the question hanging in the air.

You barely had time to process before his fingers brushed your arm, the simple touch making your heart race. And just like that, you realized you weren’t ready for the change that was happening between you—but you were already in too deep to turn back.

You weren’t sure what you expected when you agreed to come over, but it wasn’t this.

Jake leaned against the wall in front of you, and for the first time, you felt a shift in the way he held himself, like there was something between you that wasn’t there before. His gaze didn’t flicker away from yours, and his posture was different. He was comfortable—too comfortable, and it made the room feel smaller, hotter.

You opened your mouth to say something, but Jake beat you to it, his voice low and steady. “You don’t look at me the same way you used to.”

Your chest tightened. “What do you mean?”

His smirk deepened. “You’re looking at me like you’re seeing me for the first time. Like I’m not just the quiet guy in the back of class.”

You tried to ignore the way his words made your pulse pick up speed. He was right, and it unsettled you more than you wanted to admit. The Jake you knew was always reserved, always hiding behind his quiet act. But the Jake in front of you now? He was different. More sure of himself. More… commanding.

Before you could find the right words, Jake pushed off the wall and closed the distance between you. He didn’t touch you at first, but you could feel the heat coming off him. You took a shallow breath, the air between you thick with tension.

“Are you nervous?” he asked, his eyes narrowing slightly.

You shook your head, but you could feel the unease building in your stomach, creeping up your chest. It wasn’t nerves—it was something else. Something new. Something dangerous.

He seemed to sense it, that tiny shift in your energy, and it made him lean in closer. “You can admit it,” he whispered. “I won’t bite.”

Your lips parted slightly at the sound of his voice, thick and low. There was nothing innocent about him now. You could see it clearly. This wasn’t the guy who stumbled over his words or blushed at the slightest attention. This was a version of Jake you hadn’t been prepared for.

And now that you were seeing him—really seeing him—you weren’t sure you wanted to turn away.

Jake’s hand came up to touch your chin, his thumb brushing over your skin with purpose. He tilted your head slightly, studying you like you were a puzzle he was dying to solve. His touch was slow, deliberate, and it made every nerve in your body stand on edge.

“Do you like this?” he asked softly, his thumb tracing along your jawline. “Do you like seeing me like this?”

You didn’t answer right away. Instead, you found yourself staring at him, watching how his eyes flickered with something darker, something that made your heart race in a way you couldn’t quite explain.

“I don’t know,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

Jake’s smirk only grew, and before you could react, he leaned in and kissed you.

It wasn’t a soft kiss, the kind you were used to. It wasn’t gentle or cautious. No, this was different. This was hungry. It was messy. He kissed you like he’d been waiting for this moment, like he couldn’t wait any longer. His hand slid to the back of your neck, pulling you closer, his lips parting against yours as if he was trying to steal every breath from your lungs.

You let him. You let him pull you in, let him show you what he was capable of when there was no one around to see it.

When he pulled away, just enough to let you catch your breath, his eyes never left yours. There was something predatory in his gaze now, something that made your pulse race.

“You’ve been looking at me for a while,” Jake murmured, his breath warm against your lips. “You never thought I could be like this, did you?”

You swallowed hard, your mind scrambling for something to say, but all that came out was a shaky breath.

Jake smiled, that same smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. “I’ll show you just how different I can be.”

And that was when you realized—there was no going back now.

Jake’s lips hovered just inches from yours, his breath mixing with yours, the tension in the air making every nerve in your body feel alive. His eyes were locked onto yours, and you could see the way he was waiting for you—waiting for you to decide how far you wanted to go, how far you were willing to let things shift.

You had never seen him like this. The quiet guy you knew had been replaced by someone far more confident, far more intense. His hand was still resting at the back of your neck, and the way his thumb traced small circles against your skin sent a shiver down your spine.

He didn’t kiss you again right away. Instead, he tilted his head slightly, studying you, watching for any sign of hesitation, any sign that you weren’t ready. His thumb grazed your jaw again, this time a little firmer, almost as if he was marking his territory, making sure you knew he was in control now.

And then, without warning, he pressed his lips against yours again—but this time, the kiss was slower. It was deeper, more deliberate, as if he was savoring it. His other hand slid to your waist, pulling you closer until you could feel the heat of his body against yours.

You tried to breathe, but it was hard. It felt like the world was closing in around you, leaving only the two of you in that small, charged space. You couldn’t focus on anything except the way his lips moved against yours, the way his hands shifted, each touch sparking a new wave of heat in your body.

He pulled away just enough to speak, his voice low, gravelly. “I told you… I’m not the guy you thought I was.”

You nodded, your throat tight, your chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. You could barely process what was happening. Everything about this felt different, so different from anything you’d imagined. The shy, awkward Jake had been replaced by someone who wasn’t afraid to take what he wanted.

His lips trailed down to your neck, and the soft press of his mouth against your skin made your breath catch in your throat. He moved slowly, deliberately, his hands never straying far from you. The warmth of his touch spread through you, and you felt your body responding in ways you hadn’t expected.

“Jake,” you breathed, your voice barely a whisper as his lips traced along your collarbone.

He pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark with something primal. “Tell me what you want baby?” His voice was barely audible, but it cut through the fog in your mind.

You didn’t know how to answer, not with words. You had never been this close to him, not like this, not with the air crackling between you like it was about to catch fire. The way the pet name slipped so easily from his mouth made your pussy clench around nothing. But the look in his eyes, the intensity of his gaze, made something stir inside you.

Without thinking, you leaned in again, your lips pressing against his. This time, there was no hesitation. You kissed him back, a little harder this time, both groaning into the kiss as if you were trying to prove something—prove that you were ready for whatever came next.

Jake didn’t pull away. Instead, his hands slid lower, around your waist, pulling you even closer. You felt the heat of his body against yours, his chest rising and falling with each breath. His hands were firm, confident as they explored the curve of your back, the tension in your muscles, the way your body responded to him. 

Every inch of space between you seemed to vanish, and soon there was nothing but the heat, the closeness, and the feeling of his hands on your skin.

For the first time, you weren’t sure if you were in control anymore—or if you ever had been.

Jake pulled away from the kiss, his breath ragged as he looked at you with that same intense gaze. There was something in his eyes—an unspoken challenge, a promise of something you couldn’t quite yet name. You could feel the tension building, heavy in the air between you, thickening with each second that passed.

He reached up slowly, his fingers brushing the collar of his shirt, and your heart skipped a beat as he pulled it over his head, revealing the smooth skin of his chest. The movement was casual, effortless, like he’d done it a thousand times before. His muscles shifted under his skin, the soft light of the room catching the contours of his body, and it was like everything about him felt real now—far more than you ever thought.

You couldn’t help but stare, your gaze tracing over the way his chest rose and fell with each breath. There was no trace of the shy, reserved guy from before. Instead, he stood there—bare, exposed—looking at you with a calm confidence that made your pulse race.

Jake didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to. His eyes spoke volumes as they flickered to yours, waiting for you to respond, to make the next move.

Your breath hitched in your throat as you took in the sight of him, suddenly feeling a shift, a hunger building within you that mirrored his own. It was a quiet power, a tension you could feel in your very bones.

Jake’s eyes never left yours as you stood there, frozen for a moment. The air felt thick, charged, as if time had slowed down, and the weight of his gaze made everything around you fade into the background.

He stepped toward you, his chest still bare, his body moving with a kind of fluid confidence that made your pulse spike. Each step he took seemed to make the space between you shrink, until you were once again within inches of him. He didn’t rush. His movements were slow, deliberate, as if he were savoring every moment.

“Do you want this?” he asked, his voice low, steady. The question hung in the air, but there was no hesitation in his tone—only the calm certainty of someone who knew exactly what they wanted.

Your throat tightened, and you nodded, though words seemed impossible to find. The only sound in the room was the quickening rhythm of your breath, mingling with his.

Jake’s hand reached for the hem of your shirt, his fingers grazing your skin as he lifted it, gently pulling it over your head. You let him, your heart pounding in your chest, your skin heating under his touch. He didn’t rush, his hands tracing the curves of your body with careful attention, like he was memorizing every inch of you.

When your shirt finally joined his on the floor, he stepped back slightly to take you in, his gaze sweeping over your exposed skin. His eyes darkened further, a look of quiet admiration in them, but there was something else there too—something predatory, possessive.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he murmured, his voice rougher now, the words low but full of meaning.

You could barely process what was happening, but the way he said it—like he was claiming you, and yet somehow honoring you at the same time—made your chest tighten. His hands were at your waist now, pulling you closer again, and his lips found the curve of your neck. He kissed you there softly, his mouth warm against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine.

As he kissed you, his hands moved lower, slowly, deliberately, until he was holding you, guiding you gently toward his bed. There was no rush, no urgency—just the feel of his strong hands, the weight of his body against yours, and the soft pressure of his lips as they trailed down to your collarbone.

Jake was taking his time, savoring the moments. He wanted you—he was showing you that much, but he was also letting you see a side of him that no one else got to experience.

And as he lowered you onto the bed, his lips never leaving your skin, you felt a kind of surrender that you couldn’t explain. He was confident, sure of every move he made. But so were you.

This was new. You were new.

Jake’s lips found the delicate curve of your neck, and you inhaled sharply as a wave of warmth flooded your body. His kisses were slow, teasing, each one leaving a faint, tingling trail on your skin. You could feel his breath against you, warm and steady, as he placed soft, lingering kisses along the sensitive spot beneath your ear.

His hands, still resting on your waist, tightened their grip slightly, pulling you closer to him. Every movement was deliberate, purposeful, as if he was in no rush to get anywhere, wanting to savor every moment.

“You’re such a good girl,” Jake murmured against your skin, his voice low and rough. The words sent a shiver down your spine, stirring something deep inside you. His praise, soft yet commanding, made your heart race even faster, the air between you growing thick with desire.

You couldn’t help the soft gasp that escaped your lips, your body reacting to the way his voice made you feel—like you were exactly where you needed to be, like you were his.

Jake smiled against your neck, the words lingering in the air. “So good for me,” he whispered, his lips brushing the spot again. You could feel the confidence in his words, the way he was claiming the moment, claiming you. The heat that had been building between you both was undeniable now, and you knew, without a doubt, that this was no longer the shy, quiet guy from school.

This was Jake. The Jake who knew exactly what he wanted—and wasn’t afraid to take it.

The room felt smaller now, even with the space around you. The air was thick with a quiet tension, a sense of something inevitable hanging between you two. Jake was no longer standing across from you, maintaining that careful distance. He was close—too close—and it was clear that neither of you wanted to back away.

You could feel the pull of him, an invisible force that seemed to draw you in, making it impossible to ignore the heat that had been simmering between you both. You’d known this feeling, this desire, had been building for weeks. But now it was no longer just something you could push aside, something you could pretend wasn’t there.

“Do you trust me?” Jake’s voice was soft, but there was a weight to it, a seriousness that sent a ripple of excitement through you. He was close now, his chest nearly brushing yours, and the way he spoke made it clear he wasn’t just asking out of curiosity.

You nodded, unable to find your voice for a moment, the words lost in the heat of the moment. Jake smiled—genuine, a little wicked—and his hand reached out to guide you toward the desk.

The desk that had become a symbol of something you didn’t even fully understand yet. He placed his hands on your hips, his touch firm but not rough, leading you with careful, deliberate steps. Your breath caught in your throat as you felt the edge of the desk against the back of your knees.

He stopped, his lips grazing the side of your neck as he whispered, “Stay still for me baby.”

There was an undeniable force in the way he held you, a promise in his words. Your pulse raced as your hands rested against the cool surface of the desk. The room was suddenly quieter, the sounds of your breaths louder than anything else.

Jake stood behind you, his chest pressed against your back. You could feel the heat radiating from him, the way his breath ghosted over your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. There was a certain thrill in knowing that he was completely in control, that he was in charge.

His hands moved with purpose, sliding from your hips up your sides, lingering over the curve of your waist, tracing slow circles over your ribs. You wanted to press back against him, to feel the weight of him against you, but something kept you still, some tiny shred of self-control.

Jake's hands moved higher, fingers trailing over your collarbone, and you couldn't help the soft gasp that escaped your lips. His touch was firm, possessive, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. You wanted to arch into him, to feel the weight of his body against yours, but you kept your hips planted against the desk, fighting the urge.

Jake's lips traced a path down your neck, and you could feel the smile on his face as he spoke, his voice low and rough. "You're doing so well for me," he murmured.

The words slipped out before you could stop them, your voice shaky and desperate, "I need to feel you-need your cock."

You could feel him smirk against your skin, his hands tracing slow, teasing circles over your hips. "You that desperate, you slut?" he scoffed, his words like a taunt, a challenge.

Jake's words sent heat coursing through your veins, the sound of your own whimpering catching you off guard. It was a sound of desperation, of need, and it betrayed a vulnerability you hadn't meant to show.

But he heard it. Of course he did. He was so close to you, his body pressed against yours, and there were no more secrets between you.

You could feel the anticipation building, the air around you thick with tension. Jake's hands moved with purpose, tugging at your skirt, and it came down in a swift motion, pooling around your ankles. He took a step back, giving you space, and for a moment, you were left standing in just your underwear.

Jake's eyes darkened as he watched you, the desire in his gaze unmistakable. He moved closer again, crowding you against the desk, and you could feel the heat radiating off his bare skin, the way it made your skin prickle with anticipation.

You looked back to see Jake stroking his already leaking cock, letting out a low groan in the process. You could feel a smirk form on his lips as he shoves your panties aside. “Jesus yn, you’re dripping.” His words brought a throbbing sensation to your pussy, a desperate whimper leaving your mouth. “Jake…please,” you begged. “I need to feel you.” The heat in your body was almost unbearable now, your words little more than a ragged breath as you plead with him, "Fuck, Jake." It was like all the thoughts had slipped away from you, replaced by a pulsing need.

Jake didn't hesitate. He was still gripping your hip with one hand, his other wrapping around your waist as he pulled you back against him. There was no more waiting, no more teasing. He was hard and ready, and you could feel it pressed against you, and you were slick and wanting, and you couldn't take it any longer.

With a low, guttural groan, Jake slammed his cock inside your soaked cunt in one motion, causing you both to let out the filthiest sound. 

“fuck, look at you,” jake groaned quietly, fingers spreading your ass apart. “such a filthy little thing, huh? letting me use that pussy mouth like it’s all you’re good for.”

his hand is tangled in your hair now, not tugging—just resting there, warm and heavy, like a crown you’ve earned. you try to stay quiet, knowing that the building has thin walls, spit pooling and dripping down your chin as your rhythm falters under the weight of his words. “Jake, it feels go good—“

“quiet,” he snaps softly, and your lashes flutter as you obey.

good. obedient. ruined.

“that’s it, baby. show me how good you are at taking my cock,” he says, voice almost tender if not for the filth of it. “can’t even breathe right, but you don’t care, do you? you love it too much. love being my perfect little toy.”

you whimper around him, and it makes his hips stutter. his thighs tense.

his control cracks just a little.

“god, you’re so good for me. fuck, baby—so fucking perfect.”

he grits his teeth, hand tightening just slightly in your hair. “no one else gets to see you like this. no one else can. only me.”

your jaw aches. your throat burns. but still, you don’t stop. “this pussy is made for me,” he continued, throwing his head back. “Fucking made for me yn.”

Jake was losing control, his words coming out in sharp breaths. He'd never spoken to you like this before, never so openly, so shamelessly filthy. Your mind was reeling, the sensations overwhelming as he took what he wanted from you, his words only fueling your own desire.

“J-Jake- too much.” you whisper cry to him. He giggles a bit, only looking at you the whole time. “And you love it.” he grabs onto your waist gently. 

You help fuck yourself on him a bit faster and he lets out a groan. “You’re so tight around me.. y/n..” he thinks he hasn’t stretched you out enough beforehand. “We can.. do it..” you say, already out of breath.

You spread your legs a bit more, releasing a bit of tension on him. You succeed taking on his big cock, whilst using his shoulders as handles. “You’re taking it so good..” he whispers. You go faster at his praises.

He’s been stretching you out for a while now, and it definitely got easier over time. The slight discomfort turned into satisfying pleasure for you. His swollen tip hits your g-spot every single time, making you want to cum right there. However, he’s been wanting to finish ever since you started. You feel so good wrapped around him he’s surprised he hasn’t let out any further moan yet. 

His hips move faster again, getting closer to cumming again. Your puffy cunt is crying at this point, while you let out a slight moan with every thrust. You keep going for a bit before, before rolling your eyes back to cum. “I’m— gonna… I… oh m… Jake..” you struggle. 

You don’t get to say anything—your body gives out before your voice can even catch up. Your thighs tremble around him, and you’re a mess in his lap, clinging to him like he’s the only thing grounding you. The sound you let out is raw, louder than before, and Jake just leans back in his chair, watching you fall apart with that smug, wrecked grin of his.

His hands tighten around your waist, keeping you moving even as your body begs for mercy. He’s not letting go—not yet.

“You’re not done,” he mutters low against your throat, lips brushing your skin. “Not until I say so.”

You try to respond, but it’s all heat and haze now. Your chest presses against his as your head drops to his shoulder, and he doesn’t stop—he guides you through every slow grind, every twitch of your body that draws another gasp from your lips. His voice is rough, breathless, right in your ear.

Then his body jerks beneath you, and the way he holds you after—tight, possessive—tells you everything you need to know. His hand slides up your back as you both sit there, the room thick with the aftermath, your bodies still tangled.

You think it’s over. You think maybe now he’ll let you breathe.

But then his grip shifts, and he pulls you right back down onto him, your body jolting at the sudden contact.

A gasp leaves you, and his laugh—low and dangerous—rumbles against your collarbone. “Still so sensitive,” he teases, brushing your hair back as he presses a kiss just below your ear. “Thought you could handle me.”

Your arms drape around his neck again, head buried against his skin, and all you can do is hold on. You kiss the sweat-slicked curve of his jaw, trying to catch your breath while he stays buried deep, unmoving, content to just keep you there—full, overwhelmed, and completely his.

And with one hand still steady on your hip, Jake casually slides his chair back toward his desk, like it’s just another night—like you’re not still trembling on top of him.

Just before he grabs his headset, he whispers, “You should hear yourself.”

By the time you got back to class Monday morning, it was like nothing had ever happened. Or at least, that’s how Jake made it seem.

There he was, slouched in his usual seat at the back of the lecture hall, hoodie half-zipped, glasses perched slightly crooked on the bridge of his nose. He was typing away at his laptop like he hadn’t just had you moaning his name into the crook of his neck two nights ago, skin flushed, bodies tangled.

He glanced up as you walked in. His eyes found yours for a second too long—and then he looked away, pretending to be distracted by something on his screen. You swore you saw the corner of his mouth twitch, like he was fighting a smile.

You took your seat a few rows ahead of him, and a minute later, you felt the faintest buzzin your pocket.

“I had fun.”

You turned around. He was staring at his laptop like he hadn’t just texted you that. Like he hadn’t just ruined you on that same voice he used to answer class questions with a stutter.

Jake was still quiet in public, still awkward. He still pushed up his glasses too often and knocked over his water bottle when reaching for his pen. But now, there was a glint in his eyes every time he looked at you. A silent smugness. A private joke only the two of you knew the punchline to.

And when your professor called on him to answer a question, and he stumbled over the words “data structure,” turning slightly pink, you thought—no one else in this room had a clue. No one knew that he’d whispered “stay still for me” against your skin like a command. That the same clumsy guy blushing in front of the class had told you with a dark smirk, “such a good girl, you took me so well.”

You looked over your shoulder again. Jake met your eyes, and this time, he didn’t look away. Just popped a piece of gum into his mouth, chewing slow, gaze steady. And then he winked.

You almost dropped your pen.

You tried to keep it to yourself—you really did. But your friends had spent the last ten minutes at your table giggling over Jake like he was some weird cryptid.

“I checked his Instagram again,” Yuna said, sipping her iced coffee. “He lost a follower. And he posted a blurry picture of a squirrel once.”

“Do you think he even knows how to use Instagram?” Soojin added, snorting. “He gives off ‘my mom made this account for me’ energy.”

You bit your lip, trying not to smile too hard.

“What?” Yuna asked, eyes narrowing at you. “Why are you smiling like that? Don’t tell me you actually think he’s hot.”

“I don’t think he’s hot,” you said slowly, stirring your drink.

They leaned in.

You sighed, leaning back in your seat, glancing over your shoulder out of habit.

“Okay,” you whispered. “This doesn’t leave this table.”

Yuna and Soojin practically vibrated with anticipation.

“I went to his dorm,” you started, voice low. “A few nights ago. His roommate was gone. And he wasn’t wearing glasses. He had contacts in. And he—” you hesitated, heartbeat picking up. “He was acting completely differnt. And we kinda.. you know.”

Yuna let out a dramatic gasp. “No way.”

Soojin cackled. “Shut up. Jake? Jake Sim and y/n fucked?”

You nodded slowly, lips twitching.

“And?” Yuna prompted. “And? What, did he trip over his desk accidentally slip his dick into you?”

You hesitated. “We, uh… no…”

Both of their jaws dropped—and then they burst into laughter.

“No, no, you’re joking,” Soojin said, leaning into Yuna for support. “Jake? Jake had you—what, bent over his gaming chair while his twelve Instagram followers cheered him on?”

“I’m serious,” you said, laughing despite yourself. “He’s not—he’s not how you think he is. Not when we’re alone.”

“Okay, now you’re just making it sound like he’s Batman,” Yuna snorted. “By day, he’s a bio major with a screen protector on his calculator. By night—”

“Hey.” A voice cut in behind you.

You froze.

Yuna’s eyes widened.

Soojin slapped a hand over her mouth.

You turned your head slowly—Jake was standing there, tray in hand, his expression unreadable. His glasses were on, hoodie loose, hair a little messy like he’d just rolled out of bed.

“Hi,” he said, voice calm, like he hadn’t just caught you mid-confession.

You blinked up at him. “Jake.”

He looked at your friends, then back at you. “You forgot your charger last night.”

He placed it next to your drink, eyes flicking down to your hand for half a second.

“Thanks,” you said, voice quiet.

Jake gave you a lazy smile—barely there, but you knew it. You knew that look now. He turned, walked away like nothing happened, headphones already around his neck.

You turned back to your friends.

Their mouths were hanging open.

“…You’re not joking,” Yuna said flatly.

“I told you,” you whispered, trying—and failing—to hide the grin pulling at your lips.

Your friends were still frozen, processing, as Jake walked off toward the other end of the café like he hadn’t just detonated a bomb and left you to deal with the aftermath. He didn’t look back, but the slow, smug drag of his steps made it very clear—he knew exactly what he was doing.

“I…” Yuna blinked. “Was that your charger?”

You nodded, sipping your drink to hide your smirk.

Soojin finally found her voice. “Did he say last night?”

You nodded again, this time a little slower.

Both of them let out the most synchronized gasps you’d ever heard in your life.

“Girl,” Yuna whispered, leaning across the table like she was afraid someone would overhear, “what the hell is going on? That’s not even—Jake? Like, Jake Sim? He’s—he’s a meme. We literally made a Bingo card of the number of times he trips in the hallway!”

“Yeah,” you said, unable to stop the warmth in your cheeks. “And apparently, he’s also capable of blowing my back out while explaining the difference between RAM and ROM.”

Soojin shrieked. “Stop!”

You were laughing now, the kind that bubbles up and won’t stop. It was ridiculous. All of it. And yet, every time you thought about the way he kissed you—like he knew what he was doing, like he’d been waiting for the right moment to show you—you felt your knees threaten to give out.

“Okay,” Yuna said, gripping your arm. “So, wait. Is he, like… your boyfriend now? Or is this just an elite phase?”

You opened your mouth—then closed it again.

You hadn’t even thought that far.

Jake hadn’t said anything official. No labels. No talks. Just quiet texts. A stolen charger. A wink in lecture. And the memory of him whispering in your ear, voice low and breathless, like you were the only thing in the world that mattered.

“I don’t know,” you admitted honestly. “But I don’t think this is just a one-time thing.”

At that exact moment, your phone buzzed again.

“also, I meant every word I said to you”

Your head snapped up. Across the room, Jake was seated with his laptop open, headset slung around his neck, biting into a sandwich like the most innocent man alive.

Your stomach flipped.

This menace. This liar. This actor.

Your thumbs hovered over the screen, a mix of embarrassment and fondness curling in your chest.

“you’re actually evil”

“i hate you”

“i hate that i don’t hate you”

A beat passed.

“you’re cute when you fluster. wanna come over after chem?”

Your friends didn’t even need to ask who you were texting. They saw your face and groaned in unison.

And for once, you didn’t even deny it.

Jake was a master of the double life. You didn’t know how he did it, but it was like he could flip a switch whenever he stepped foot in the hallways of the university.

In class? A complete disaster.

The shy, bumbling guy you’d always seen—his glasses slipping down his nose, tripping over his own feet as he made his way to his desk. He’d stammer when he spoke to the professor, barely making eye contact with anyone, and was always the first to look down at his phone when group discussions came up. The Jake everyone saw was awkward, quiet, and somehow endearing in his nerdy way. The one who sat by himself in the cafeteria, fiddling with his notebook, hoping no one would notice him.

And yet, you knew. You knew there was something more beneath that awkward exterior. Something darker, something confident. You’d seen it for yourself, just two nights ago. The quiet guy who barely spoke a word in class had turned into a completely different person behind closed doors.

But here, in the hallway, between classes, you wouldn’t have been able to guess that same Jake was the one who had you shivering under his touch, whispering praises into your ear like he owned you.

You were walking past his usual spot in the library when you caught him fumbling with a stack of books, his face scrunched up in concentration. He didn’t notice you at first, too focused on his task. But when he looked up, the usual blush crept up his neck, and his mouth opened, but no words came out.

“Hi,” you said casually, a teasing grin tugging at the corner of your mouth. “You need help with those?”

He gave a nervous laugh, adjusting his glasses and dropping the books onto the table like his hands suddenly didn’t know how to hold them anymore. “Uh, yeah, no, I—um, I got it. Thanks, though.”

You could barely contain your laughter. Here he was, this guy who had literally whispered praises in your ear only days ago, looking like a total mess in front of you. He couldn’t even manage eye contact without turning an embarrassing shade of pink.

“So,” you said, leaning against the bookshelf beside him, your arms casually crossed. “You been doing any more squirrel photography lately?”

Jake froze, his face flushing deeper. “Uh, n-no,” he stammered, grabbing his books a little too quickly. “I— I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

It was like watching a completely different person. Gone was the guy who had held you close, kissed you with authority. Gone was the guy who made you forget everything when his lips were on your neck. Now, he was just a bumbling mess, avoiding your eyes, looking everywhere but at you.

“You’re so weird,” you teased lightly. “You know, I’ve been wondering… is it really the glasses, or is it the awkwardness? Which one is the real you?”

Jake opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out. He just looked at you, a mixture of embarrassment and—was that a hint of guilt? Like he had a secret he didn’t want anyone to know.

“Never mind,” you said with a smirk, walking away from him. “Keep up the good work, loser.”

You could feel him watching you, probably frozen in place, but you didn’t care. It was almost unbelievable how different he could act when it was just the two of you alone in a room. The guy who couldn’t make it through a simple conversation in public had turned into the man who made you forget your own name when he had his hands on you.

But for now, all you could do was shake your head and laugh, marveling at how Jake was pulling off his double life—completely clueless and completely in control, all at once.

The cafeteria went silent the moment you walked past your usual table and headed straight for his.

Jake was sitting alone, as usual—tray of barely-touched food in front of him, glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose, hoodie sleeves pulled over his hands like he was trying to disappear into himself. He was hunched over his phone, earbuds in, completely unaware of the social earthquake that was about to hit.

You plopped down across from him without warning.

His head snapped up. He blinked, startled. “Wh—uh… hey?”

Conversations around you dipped, and you could feel the whispers starting. Not subtle ones either. Real, full-body turns. Eyes darting. Forks pausing mid-air. People whispering you’re joking, is that Y/N? and she’s sitting with him?

You just smiled, opening your drink like this was the most normal thing in the world. “Relax,” you said, lowering your voice and leaning forward just a little. “You’re acting like I just declared war on the entire social order.”

He pushed his glasses up and blinked a few times. “You… you don’t usually—uh, sit here.”

“Nope,” you said, popping the ‘p’. “But today I felt like sitting with my favorite academic weapon slash secret menace.”

Jake choked on his water.

You grinned. “Also, I think I’ve figured you out.”

He swallowed hard. “F-Figured me out?”

“Yup.” You tilted your head at him, keeping your voice low and teasing. “I think your glasses are what activate your awkward personality. Like a switch. You wear them? Jake the human embodiment of a shy turtle. You take them off? Boom. Total menace.”

His ears turned pink. He scratched the back of his neck, trying to look casual but failing completely. “They’re prescription…”

“And yet they’re also your disguise,” you smirked.

Around you, the buzz of conversation slowly picked back up. Everyone was still sneaking glances, but they were getting bored now that you weren’t making out on the table or confessing your love with a boombox overhead. One by one, people returned to their own lunches.

And that’s when he looked up at you—and really looked.

The second your audience was gone, the timid act melted off his face like it had never existed. His back straightened. His expression shifted, eyes sharpening just a little, mouth tugging into that familiar slow smirk that made your stomach flip.

“You like the glasses?” he asked, voice lower now, smooth and lazy.

You blinked, caught off guard by the sudden switch.

He leaned forward on his elbows, gaze steady and annoyingly smug. “You think that’s what keeps me from bending you over this table right now?”

You nearly choked on your drink.

“There’s the menace,” you muttered, eyes narrowing as your pulse spiked.

Jake smiled like he’d just won something. “You came to my table, remember?”

“And now I’m questioning everything.”

He laughed under his breath, picking up a fry from his tray and tossing it into his mouth like he had all the time in the world.

“Too late,” he said, chewing. “You already made your choice. Better hope no one figures out what I look like without the glasses.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Are you threatening me?”

He grinned. “I’m warning you.”

And just like that, he went back to sipping his water, glasses slipping again, hoodie sleeves pulled over his hands. Back to harmless, quiet Jake.

But you knew better now.

So did he.

You were two seconds away from dragging Jake by the collar.

He sat stiffly next to you on the couch, surrounded by your friends, looking like someone who’d just been dropped into a completely foreign dimension. His hoodie was zipped all the way up to his neck, hands tucked into his sleeves, legs pressed together like he was trying to take up the least amount of space possible.

Your friends were trying. God bless them, they were.

“So, Jake,” Yuna said, passing him a slice of pizza. “What are you majoring in again?”

Jake blinked. “Um. Bio.”

Silence.

Soojin tried to jump in. “Cool! Are you doing like, pre-med or something?”

Jake stared at the pizza in his lap like it personally offended him. “No.”

You gave him a sharp elbow to the ribs. He flinched. “I, uh… I just like cells.”

More silence.

You shot him a look.

Jake gave a weak smile. “Cells are nice.”

You excused yourself to the kitchen before your soul could physically leave your body from secondhand embarrassment. Jake followed, like a lost puppy—but once the two of you were out of earshot, you whirled on him.

“Are you serious right now?”

Jake blinked innocently. “What?”

“You’re acting like a scared freshman at their first club meeting. Can you just…” You groaned, tugging him by the sleeve. “Be normal. Be you. The you that had me on my knees last weekend.”

Jake raised an eyebrow, smirking. “You want me to flirt with your friends?”

You narrowed your eyes. “I want you to act like you’re not a socially-anxious squirrel.”

He leaned against the counter with a little too much confidence now. “Babe, I already got what I wanted. I don’t need to charm your friends.”

You stepped closer, lowering your voice. “If you keep acting like a brick wall, I swear to god I’m not giving you head again.”

Jake blinked.

Then he straightened.

“You wouldn’t.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Try me.”

There was a moment of silence. He stared at you like you’d just ripped the moon from the sky and thrown it in his face.

And then—he sighed dramatically. “Fine.”

You watched him walk back into the living room, a defeated slump in his shoulders. But right before he sat down again, he glanced back at you and mouthed, rude.

You just smiled sweetly.

You watched him march right back into the living room like a man on a mission. No hoodie shielding his face, no sleeves hiding his hands—Jake dropped onto the couch next to Yuna like he belonged there. Like he hadn’t just been threatening to pretend he didn’t know the English language five minutes ago.

“So,” he said casually, draping one arm along the back of the couch. “Y/N tells me you guys stalked my Instagram.”

Your head snapped up.

Yuna blinked, caught. “W-What?”

Jake smirked. “Twelve followers and still managed to bag your friend. Pretty impressive, right?”

Your jaw dropped.

Soojin choked on her drink.

Yuna looked like she’d just short-circuited.

“I mean, I don’t post thirst traps or anything,” Jake continued, tone light but clearly enjoying himself. “Y/n says I should.”

You were frozen. You hadn’t even known he could talk in complete sentences around your friends, let alone roast them.

He glanced at you mid-sentence, lips twitching. “What? You said be normal.”

“This is not what I meant by normal,” you hissed under your breath.

Jake only smiled wider.

“I mean,” he said louder now, eyes gleaming, “Y/N didn’t really stand a chance. She was obsessed with me from the moment she saw me trip over a recycling bin.”

You stared at him, half-horrified, half-impressed. The duality of this man was actually insane.

“You’re the worst,” you muttered, but your voice was shaking with barely contained laughter.

He leaned back on the couch, one leg crossed over the other like he’d been doing this all his life. “I prefer ‘underrated.’”

Soojin blinked at you, stunned. “Is this the same Jake?”

“Sadly,” you deadpanned.

Jake stretched his arms overhead, smirking like he’d just won something. “Told you. Glasses on—loser. Glasses off?” He looked at you over the rim of his drink. “Problem.”

You rolled your eyes, but you were smiling.

Because he was right.

The conversation shifted, but Jake didn’t shrink back like he normally would. In fact, he leaned in. Tossed out a few sarcastic remarks, made a joke about the weird guy in your chem lecture, and even stole a fry off Yuna’s plate like he’d known her for years.

You sat there stunned, barely able to process the whiplash of it all.

At one point, Soojin gave you a look—eyebrows raised, lips parted like girl…—and you just blinked back, equally bewildered.

Jake caught the exchange, of course. He always did. He leaned over toward you, his voice dropping low, just for you to hear.

“Still mad at me?” he murmured, his lips brushing the shell of your ear.

You didn’t look at him. “You’re skating on very thin ice.”

He chuckled softly. “You threatening me again?”

You smirked, finally glancing at him out of the corner of your eye. “I don’t threaten, Jake. I warn.”

That seemed to only encourage him. “You know I love when you talk like that.”

You elbowed him under the table, but he didn’t even flinch—just grinned like the menace he was.

Eventually, your friends began packing up their things, saying goodbye, and heading out one by one. Jake stayed close beside you, still riding the high of finally breaking his “awkward loner” act in public.

As the room cleared, he bumped your shoulder lightly. “So… did I do good?”

You stared at him. “You did too good.”

He raised a brow, amused. “Jealous?”

“No,” you scoffed, gathering your stuff. “More like terrified of the monster I just unleashed.”

Jake slung his bag over his shoulder, his grin never fading. “Told you. You’re the one who wanted me to be social. You made this happen.”

You paused at the doorway, giving him a long look. “You’re still not getting head tonight.”

He laughed, following close behind you. “Liar.”

God help you—he was right again.

Jake walked you back to your dorm with a bounce in his step, like he hadn’t just caused a minor social earthquake in your friend group. You kept glancing over at him, trying to find even a trace of the shy, fumbling version of him your friends had always known—but nope. Gone. Completely replaced by this smug, way-too-proud-of-himself creature strutting beside you like he’d just won an Oscar.

“You seriously said ‘bagged your friend,’” you muttered, shaking your head.

Jake shrugged, completely unapologetic. “I was being honest.”

“You’re impossible.”

He smirked, leaning closer so his shoulder bumped yours. “But you love me anyway.”

Your heart did a weird little skip, but you masked it with a scoff. “Mm, debatable.”

He laughed, but you could tell he noticed the way your ears flushed. Jake always noticed. Which made it all the more dangerous when he decided to push.

“You sure?” he said lowly, glancing at you sideways. “Because if I remember correctly, few nights ago you were practically begging—”

You slapped a hand over his mouth before he could finish. “Don’t you dare say that sentence out loud.”

Jake’s laughter vibrated against your palm, and he licked it just to be annoying.

“Jake!”

“What?” he said, completely unbothered, mouth curling into that damn smile again. “I’m just saying, you seemed pretty in love with me when you were—”

“I swear to god, I won’t let you cum tonight.”

He grinned. “Still wouldn’t change what happened on my desk.”

You groaned, unlocking your door and stepping inside, not even bothering to push him out. He followed like he lived there, already dropping his bag on your floor and toeing off his shoes.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this,” you muttered, tossing your jacket on the chair, “but I kinda miss socially awkward Jake.”

Jake leaned against your desk—the very one he had completely ruined you on—crossing his arms with a smug tilt of his head.

“I’ll bring him back next time we’re around your friends,” he said sweetly. “Wouldn’t want to scare anyone.”

You narrowed your eyes. “You’re the worst.”

He took a slow step toward you. “And yet…”

You backed up until the backs of your knees hit your bed. Jake caged you in without touching you, just that cocky little smirk inches from your mouth.

“…you keep letting me in.”

Your breath hitched.

You hated how right he was.

He didn’t even have to touch you—just standing there, close enough to fog up your brain, was enough to make your breath catch. That same smug little smirk tugged at the corner of his lips like he knew. (And he did. He always did.)

You crossed your arms, trying to look unaffected. “We’re not doing anything tonight.”

Jake tilted his head, feigning innocence. “Didn’t say we were.”

“You were thinking it.”

He grinned. “Can’t a guy hang out with his girlfriend without being accused of crimes?”

You blinked. “Your what?”

Jake froze for half a second—just enough to catch it—then played it off with a shrug, looking entirely too casual. “You. My girlfriend.”

“Jake,” you said slowly, “we haven’t even been on a date yet.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Okay, and?”

You stared at him.

He held your gaze, deadpan. “We’ve had sex on your desk.”

Your mouth opened, then shut again. He just kept going.

“I’ve had my tongue in you. Multiple times. You think a coffee date is gonna make it moreofficial?”

You smacked his shoulder, cheeks burning. “You’re insane.”

Jake smiled, wrapping his arms loosely around your waist. “You’re stuck with me now. Might as well give me the title.”

You rolled your eyes, but your hands found the hem of his hoodie anyway, fingers curling there.

“This better not mean I have to start posting you on my story.”

“Oh no,” he teased. “Anything but that.”

You sighed. “Fine. One date. But you’re planning it.”

Jake smirked, already way too pleased with himself. “Good. I was gonna make you fall in love with me anyway.”

It became… a problem.

First it was your friends catching you two making out in the library stacks. Then it was the quad. Then the empty art building stairwell. At one point, Yuna dramatically threatened to carry a spray bottle in her bag just to spritz you both like misbehaving cats.

You tried to tone it down. Really. But Jake had this stupid, unfair ability to get under your skin with just one look. One whisper. One brush of his hand against your lower back when no one was watching.

And then there was the incident. The one no one dared to speak about—but everyone knew.

You’d followed Jake into the men’s washroom between lectures, heart pounding, brain nowhere near your upcoming lab. One minute you were teasing him red, leaking tip with minor kitty licks, the next—A very unfortunate and traumatized TA walked in at the exact wrong time.

To this day, you’re not sure who was more horrified: you, Jake, or the TA who immediately did a full 180 and walked straight back out without a word.

Jake couldn’t stop laughing. You couldn’t show your face in that building for a week.

Now every time you pass that hallway, he leans in with a whisper and a smug, “Wanna relive the glory days?”

You elbow him. Hard. But your ears still burn.

Because the worst part? You absolutely do.

You hadn’t even had a chance to settle into the cozy atmosphere of a movie night with Jake, Sunghoon, and Sunoo before everything went to hell.

It was supposed to be a simple night. You, Jake, and his friends, chilling on the couch, watching some random movie Sunghoon picked out after a few too many awkward silences. You’d been mentally preparing yourself for this, maybe even looking forward to getting to know his friends better. You’d heard so much about them, and Sunoo had been sending you memes for weeks now, always so sweet and teasing.

But instead of a normal movie night, you ended up on Jake’s lap with your lips pressed to his, unable to hold back as he slipped his hands beneath your hoodie. Your fingers were tangled in his hair, and you completely forgot about the stupid film Sunghoon had started. All that mattered was the heat building between you and Jake, the sound of his breath against your mouth, the way he was slowly getting bolder, moving his lips to your neck—

And then, the unmistakable sound of a throat clearing from across the room.

You froze, eyes widening, and pulled back from Jake just as Sunghoon and Sunoo exchanged awkward glances.

“Well,” Sunghoon said, adjusting his glasses with a little too much casualness, “This is… an interesting way to start a movie night.”

You sat up quickly, heart racing. “We—uh, we weren’t—”

Sunoo cut you off with a laugh that had a slightly knowing edge to it. “Don’t worry, I’ve seen worse. But wow, didn’t think I’d be walking in on this so soon.”

You could feel your face heating up, but Jake, the menace, only smirked, his arm still casually draped around you. “I was just showing her how comfortable the couch is. Isn’t it nice, babe?”

Sunghoon raised an eyebrow at that, glancing between you two. “Comfortable, huh? Good to know.”

Sunoo chuckled. “I guess I’m glad we finally got a front-row seat to Jake’s ‘split personality.’” His voice dropped to an exaggerated whisper, adding, “Who knew the shy, awkward guy could get so… intense.”

You looked at Jake, whose eyes were practically glowing with mischief. You knew exactly what that meant.

“I told you guys,” Jake said, sliding his fingers through your hair, his voice low and smooth. “She’s got me wrapped around her finger. Not just with the whole ‘studious boyfriend’ act.”

Sunghoon chuckled and shook his head. “I’m just here for the popcorn, but whatever you guys are doing, you’re definitely ruining the vibe of the movie.”

You swore you could feel the heat radiating from your face, but Jake was entirely too smug, his hand never leaving your waist. “Movie’s overrated anyway,” he said with a wink. “Better company right here.”

The tension in the room was palpable, but somehow, you knew this was just the beginning. Jake wasn’t about to stop teasing you in front of his friends, and now they definitely knew what he was like when he wasn’t playing the quiet, shy guy.

It had been exactly one month since you and Jake made things official, and somewhere along the way, he had somehow charmed all your friends.

Yuna, especially.

What started off as teasing glances and snarky comments turned into him greeting her with “What’s up, my other girl?” in front of literally everyone—like it was the most normal thing in the world.

You’d laughed the first time. Sort of.

The second time, your smile was tight.

By the third, you didn’t even look at him. Just turned around, grabbed your bag, and left without a word. The silence that followed was deafening.

He texted. Called. Showed up at your dorm with snacks, guilty puppy-dog eyes, and one of your hoodies you’d accidentally left at his place.

You didn’t budge.

Not when he spammed you with voice memos or when he got Sunoo to send you dramatic apologies on his behalf. Not even when Yuna told you that Jake had asked herhow to fix it, which was ironic in the most painful way possible.

A week passed. You were starting to miss him—his touch, his stupid jokes, the way he looked at you like you hung stars in his sky—but you were petty, and prideful, and notabout to forgive him over something as dumb as a nickname that made your stomach twist.

But Jake knew you. And Jake never lost.

The night you finally gave in, he showed up to your dorm without a word, eyes dark, hands careful. He didn’t ask if he could stay. Just got down on his knees, pulled you to the edge of the bed, and showed you how sorry he was.

You didn’t even realize your fingers were tangled in his hair, hips shaking as he flicked your clit around with his tongue, breath caught somewhere between a moan and a sob.

By the time he looked up, lips swollen, pupils blown wide, your legs were trembling and you couldn’t remember what planet you were on.

“Still mad at me?” he asked, voice hoarse, a little smug, but mostly sincere.

You tried to speak, failed. All you could do was blink down at him.

He kissed the inside of your thigh. “Good. Because you’re my only girl.”

And yeah—he won. Again.

The next morning, Jake acted like nothing happened.

He was sprawled across your tiny dorm bed, hair a mess, hoodie half-off his shoulder, munching on the cereal you kept strictly for late-night study stress. Like he hadn’t just given you an out-of-body experience twelve hours ago.

You stood at the mirror brushing your hair, shooting him a look through the reflection. “You’re really just gonna sit there like you didn’t have me literally sobbing last night?”

Jake grinned around a spoonful of cereal. “I figured you forgave me when you couldn’t feel your legs after.”

You tossed a hair tie at him. He dodged, laughing.

��You’re lucky I didn’t call you a cab,” you said, turning back around.

“I am lucky,” he said, voice lower now, more serious, “but not just for that.”

You paused. Met his eyes.

Jake set the bowl aside and stood up, crossing the room to wrap his arms around your waist from behind. His chin rested on your shoulder, voice soft. “I’m sorry for the Yuna thing. I thought I was being funny. I didn’t realize it hurt you.”

You didn’t respond right away. He held you tighter.

“You know I only want you, right?”

You nodded, finally. “You’re still an idiot.”

“Yeah,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “But I’m your idiot.”

You rolled your eyes, but leaned into him anyway, the tension finally melting.

Later that day, Yuna raised an eyebrow as you walked into the café together, hand-in-hand with Jake.

“Back from the dead?” she teased.

Jake smirked. “Had to perform a little resurrection.”

You buried your face in your drink. Yuna just laughed.

“Oh god,” she muttered. “Don’t tell me it was head.”

Jake shot her a look. “Mind-blowing head.”

You choked.

“Please stop speaking,” you begged.

Jake just kissed your cheek and pulled you closer.

You really were doomed.

You’d completely forgotten your parents were in town until you got the text while Jake was still whispering absolute filth into your ear in the café line.

[Mom]: Just landed. So excited to see you, sweetie! Brunch tomorrow? Bring your boyfriend!

You choked on your iced americano so violently Jake had to pat your back.

“Everything okay?” he asked, smirking like he already knew it wasn’t.

You turned your phone around to show him the message.

He blinked. “Wait. Tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow.”

“Like—your parents tomorrow?”

“Yes, Jake. My parents. Brunch. You. Me. And them.”

He stared at you for a full three seconds, then grinned. “I’ve already got the button-up shirt in mind.”

You narrowed your eyes. “You’re way too calm about this.”

“I’m amazing with parents.”

“You’re amazing at pretending to be someone’s quiet, innocent boyfriend. That’s not the same.”

Jake leaned in, resting his chin on your shoulder. “Don’t worry, baby. They’ll love me.”

“You’re gonna wear your glasses, right?”

“Obviously.”

“Act like you’ve never touched me.”

“Sweetheart, I’ll act like I don’t even know what a woman is.”

You snorted, already stressed. “This is going to be a disaster.”

Jake pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Nah. I’m gonna charm them. Just like I charmed you.”

You turned to give him a look. “You charmed me by blowing my back out in a library storage room, Jake.”

“Exactly,” he said, way too proud.

You groaned.

Tomorrow could not come fast—or end—soon enough.

The next morning, Jake showed up ten minutes early to your dorm, looking like he’d walked straight out of a K-drama.

Crisp white button-up, hair brushed neatly off his forehead, his glasses perfectly in place—he even brought your mom’s favorite pastries, like he’d been studying your family’s group chat for weeks.

“You look…” You blinked, slowly dragging your gaze down his outfit. “So well-behaved.”

Jake smirked, tucking the pastry box under one arm and reaching for your hand. “Don’t worry. I left the demon version of me in your sheets.”

You nearly tripped on the way out the door.

Your parents were already waiting at the little brunch spot downtown, and as soon as your mom saw you, she lit up—then caught sight of Jake behind you and blinked like she was seeing a puppy dressed in a tuxedo.

“This is Jake?” she asked, already halfway through hugging him. “You’re even cuter than she said!”

Jake laughed, soft and shy, adjusting his glasses. “Thank you, ma’am. It’s really nice to meet you.”

You sat stiffly across from them, fully prepared for the absolute chaos that was surely coming, but Jake? He played the role like he’d been training for it all his life.

He complimented your mom’s earrings. Asked your dad smart, boring questions about work. Even waited until you were done speaking before cutting into his food.

It was unsettling.

“Jake’s in my organic chem lecture,” you said at one point, trying to keep the conversation neutral.

“Oh, is he any good?” your dad asked.

Jake smiled bashfully. “She usually tutors me, actually. I’m a bit hopeless when it comes to chemistry.”

You almost choked on your orange juice.

Your mom beamed. “I love that. I always told her she’d be such a good teacher.”

Jake nodded sincerely, resting his hand on your knee under the table, subtle and grounding. “She’s been teaching me a lot.”

Your stomach flipped for a very different reason.

By the end of brunch, your mom was begging him to come over for dinner “next time we visit,” and your dad gave him a shoulder pat like he’d just been accepted into the family.

As soon as you were out of earshot, walking back toward campus, you smacked his arm. “You manipulative little bitch!”

Jake grinned, holding up the box of leftover pastries like a trophy. “They love me.”

“You were lying through your teeth!”

Jake shrugged. “It’s not lying if I really do think you’re amazing at teaching me things. Like patience. Self-control.”

You narrowed your eyes. “You’re a menace.”

“And yet,” he said, stepping in close, voice low in your ear, “your mom just called me boyfriend material.”

You shoved him. “You are never seeing my parents again.”

“Sure, baby. You tell yourself that.”

And yeah, fine—he was boyfriend material. Just not the kind your parents had any idea about.

That night, you laid in bed scrolling through your messages while Jake sat cross-legged at the foot, shamelessly eating the last of the leftover pastries your mom had insisted he take.

Your phone buzzed again.

[Mom]: He’s adorable. Polite, smart, and that accent?? Keeper.

You rolled your eyes so hard your soul almost left your body.

Jake leaned over your shoulder. “What’d she say now?”

You turned the screen toward him. He read it, then bit into a croissant like he’d just won a championship.

“I am polite. And smart. And my voice is sexy, apparently.”

You deadpanned. “You’re a literal demon. With glasses.”

Jake leaned down and nuzzled against your neck with the fakest innocence he could muster. “You weren’t saying that when I was—”

You slapped a hand over his mouth. “No. My mom said ‘keeper.’ Don’t make me reevaluate.”

He laughed into your palm, biting it lightly before you yanked it back. He flopped onto the bed beside you, stretching out with a satisfied sigh like he’d just wrapped up a performance of a lifetime.

“I could get used to this,” he murmured, eyes half-lidded. “Winning over your friends, seducing your parents…”

“Manipulating the entire population,” you muttered.

Jake turned his head, smirking. “But only for you.”

You tried not to melt. You really did. But then he pulled you down beside him, arm wrapping around your waist, pulling you into the warm curve of his body.

“You know,” he whispered, voice dropping back into that cocky, devastating register, “your parents think I’m this sweet, respectful, glasses-wearing boyfriend who can’t even pass chem without your help.”

You blinked up at him, breath catching.

He leaned in, lips brushing your ear. “And they’ll never know what their daughter sounds like when she’s underneath me, begging.”

You slapped his chest with a muffled laugh, face buried in his shirt. “You’re the worst.”

Jake just grinned against your temple.

“I’m yours.”

The next morning, Jake was already pulling on his hoodie, his bags—stuffed with random clothes, books, and a few things that had slowly found their way into your dorm—strewn across your floor.

You sat up in bed, the lingering warmth of his body beside you still making your heart flutter. It had become a regular thing now—Jake staying over, bringing more of his things each time, settling into a routine that felt strangely comfortable. It was a mixture of affection and chaos, and you loved every minute of it.

“You should’ve just left your stuff here last night,” you teased, pulling the blanket tighter around yourself. “Could’ve saved us the trouble.”

Jake smirked, looking up from rummaging through his backpack. “Don’t want to seem too comfortable too soon, babe. You know, I’ve still got that mysterious ‘bad boy’ act to keep up.”

You rolled your eyes. “Uh-huh. Sure. That’s what you’re going for.”

He shot you a wink, tossing a hoodie at you. “Anyway, can’t let the world see the ‘good boy’ too much, can I?”

He was back to his cocky self, the guy who showed up to school acting like the confident, teasing Jake you had come to know, and honestly, you couldn’t help but smile at how effortlessly he flipped between his personas.

You both left the dorm and started the walk to campus, his hand in yours, the usual mix of comfortable silence and random teasing that filled your daily routines.

Just as you were about to walk up the steps to your building, Jake, always the graceful disaster, tripped on the stairs and sent his coffee flying across the sidewalk.

“Are you serious?” you asked, blinking in disbelief.

Jake stood there for a second, coffee splattered all over his hoodie and the ground beneath him, looking utterly stunned. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

You couldn’t stop laughing. “Every time. I swear to god, you’re like a walking disaster.”

Jake turned to you, the faintest blush coloring his cheeks as he scratched the back of his neck, trying to play it off. “I meant to do that. Just making sure everyone’s paying attention.”

“Yeah, you definitely got their attention, Jake,” you teased. “Don’t worry, I’m sure everyone saw your epic performance.”

He shot you a grin, wiping at his clothes like it would make a difference. “I’m not a loser. I’m just… trying to get a reaction.”

“And you definitely got one,” you snorted, taking his hand and leading him inside.

Even though he tried to play it off as cool, the truth was, you were starting to see a side of Jake that was a little more… normal than you first expected.

And as ridiculous as the whole thing was, there was something about it—the balance of confident teasing and hilarious clumsiness—that felt right.

At least, for you and him, it did.

You nudged him with your elbow. “You gonna be okay, or do I need to get you another one before you wither away in front of me?”

Jake groaned dramatically. “I needed that caffeine. My whole personality relies on it.”

You laughed as you pushed open the lecture hall doors. “Your personality is currently soaked into your hoodie.”

Unfortunately for Jake, your shared class had already started to fill up. A few people looked up as you both walked in—him with wet coffee splatter down his front, you trying not to laugh loud enough for the whole room to hear.

“Is that Jake Sim?” someone whispered behind you.

You heard a snort. “Why does he look like someone’s intern who just got fired?”

Jake sat down beside you with a huff, dropping his bag and whispering, “This is the most humbling morning of my life.”

You rached over, wiped a little splatter off his sleeve, and leaned close. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

He blinked at you, caught off guard. “Wait. You think I’m cute even like this?”

You grinned. “I think you’re cute especially like this.”

Jake slumped in his chair, defeated but amused. “I’m literally a walking split personality. Demon boyfriend at night, clumsy nerd by morning. This isn’t sustainable.”

“You say that like I’m not completely obsessed with both versions.”

He paused, looking at you with that soft, wide-eyed gaze he got when you caught him off guard.

“Yeah?” he said, quieter this time.

You nodded, bumping your knee against his. “Yeah.”

Jake smiled down at his ruined coffee cup.

“Still not over the fact I tripped in front of like thirty people though,” he muttered, and you snorted so loud the row in front of you turned around.

At least now, everyone knew—Jake Sim might’ve been a quiet loser to the rest of the campus, but to you?

He was everything.

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[literary-dolly]

boxer!jason x fem!reader

“Oh Christ, seriously? That’s what we’re working with?”

“Jay! Stop! I’m actually trying!”

“Trying to break your hand maybe, sweetheart.”

The gym had become somewhat of a second home in yours and Jason’s relationship. It was his pride and joy, besides yourself, of course. The years worth of championship prize money had done nothing but sit in various bank accounts until Jason had brought the cheap, shitty run down old warehouse - nothing but a vision and the grim determination to give back to the streets that had raised him.

And that he had done. The place had become a sprawling hub tucked away in the corner of Crime Alley. A source of pride for the locals. Between running self-defense classes, training the stray juveniles that had been pushed in his direction, and maintaining his own rigorous regime, the majority of your fiancé’s time was consumed by the four walls that surrounded you. He’d hired a few oddballs to help him run the place, paid them under the table to keep them out of trouble - but it did little the ease the stress that the work often hung on his shoulders.

“Y’need to push through as you’re punching,” Jason’s large frame swallows your own, slotting in behind you to face the punching bag. He reaches out to cradle your fist in his palm, using his other hand to guide your hips in the correct movement, “Can’t just wave your hand about and expect it to hurt.”

“I don’t want to hurt people, Jay,” you huff out, blowing a stray piece of hair out of your face. The two of you repeat the motion a few times before he steps back to observe, resting his thumb on his lip with the calculated stare you would expect of a champion.

“Not teaching y’to hurt people,” Jason muses, chuckling at your grimace as he shoots a foot out to knock your stance a little wider, “teaching you to defend yourself.”

You attempt the punch again, a small smile curving on your lips as it hits a little harder than before, “Who’s gonna try and hurt me when I’ve got you?”

“Somebody very fucking stupid,” he pulls your hand (and as a result, you) towards him, pressing chaste kisses to your knuckles one-by-one.

The two of you stay locked in an embrace for a few minutes, the yellowish bulbs above flickering off every so often and leaving the gym washed in nothing other than the pale moonlight. It’s difficult not to admire Jason, his shock of white hair painted to his forehead with sweat, the scars that decorate his nose, cheeks, jaw, casting small shadows dancing over his skin. He’s huge, muscle stacked upon muscle, a web of sinew that moves with all the languid precision of a panther. But he’s so gentle, so attuned to his own strength; when he holds you, it’s with more tenderness than you had thought another human being capable of.

“Yuck, love birds,” Roy’s voice rings out, the jangling of keys rattling in the empty room, “Get a room.”

“This is technically my room, you know?” Jason bites out with a grin, turning to face his friend.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever hotshot. Didn’t realise you were still here. Was about to lock up.”

“We’re comin’ now,” Jason puffs out a soft sigh, groaning when he reaches down to sling his gym bag over his shoulder. His other arm comes to wrap around you, tugging you into his side as you begin your leisurely stroll to the door. Roy offers you a smile and a teasing bow as you pass him.

“Can I tell you a secret, Jay?” You whisper into the hollow of his ear as Roy fiddles with the lock, the nighttime air nipping at your skin.

“Go on.”

“You stink.” You can’t contain your laughter as his face pans to your own, his mouth drawn into a tight line. You know him better though, you know that he’s fighting down a smile.

“Thanks, princess, y’sure know how to charm a guy.”

“Anytime, handsome.”

“God, seriously, have you two heard of inside voices? Like, it’s actually just gross at this point. No respect for others-”

Boxer!Jason you have my heart, my soul, and my whole pussy. Thank you and goodnight. (I did not proofread this but it was burning behind my eyes and I had to release it. I’ll check it for mistakes at some point)

If you liked it, well, like it - a reblog is always appreciated. If you don’t like it, leave me alone.

[evcrmoresworld]

Be Quiet, Baby 𐙚

Brothers best friend!Rafe Cameron x Reader

nsfw [18+] warnings! soft dom Rafe, teasing, female masturbation

You should’ve locked the door. But you didn’t.

Your cheeks heat as your eyes flick over to Rafe Cameron, your brother’s best friend, the guy you’ve crushed on since you were too young to know better. He’s standing in the doorway of your room, eyebrows raised, lips curled into that signature smirk.

You still have a hand between your thighs. Your heart is racing, a deer caught in headlights.

His voice is low, amused when he finally speaks. “Didn’t know you played with yourself thinking about me, sweetheart.”

Your heart stutters violently. “Rafe—what are you doing here?”

He steps in, door clicking shut behind him. “Looking for your brother. He’s not here.” His eyes drop to the shape of your hand beneath the waistband of your panties. “But you are.”

You're scrambling to sit up, yanking your covers over your lap, but he just chuckles and walks closer. “Don’t stop on my account.”

Your voice is a whisper. “You shouldn’t be in here.”

“Maybe not.” His hand braces beside your leg as he leans over you on the bed. “But I saw the way your legs were shaking before you noticed me. You were close, weren’t you?”

Your face is burning. Your thighs press together, instinctive and ashamed, but he tuts softly.

“Don’t hide from me,” he murmurs, fingers tracing the edge of the duvet. “C’mon. Let me help.”

“Rafe…” You want to say. So many years you’ve craved his touch, imagined he was the one brushing his fingers across your skin but this wasn’t a dream. This was real.

“I’ll be good. Won’t even take your panties off.” His voice is soft and coaxing. “Just wanna make you feel better. Let you come like you were trying to before.”

Your lips part in shock, but your hips betray you, shifting slightly toward his touch.

“Sweet girl,” he coos. “You want it, don’t you?”

You nod, just once, like that's all you can manage.

He grins, but it’s not cocky; it’s dark. Like he needs this. His teeth scrape against his bottom lip, eyes trailing over you. A predator eyeing up its prey.

“Lie back,” he says, and you do. Trembling. Anticipating.

He drags the blanket down slowly, exposing the damp spot on your thin cotton panties. He groans quietly at the sight. “Fuck, you’re soaked.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, but his hand cups you gently, palm warm and broad, applying just enough pressure to make your breath hitch.

“Relax, baby. I got you.”

He rubs slow, teasing circles over the wet fabric, not enough friction, just enough to drive you mad.

“Look at how sensitive you are,” he murmurs, eyes locked on your face. “Barely touched you and you’re already squirming.”

“Rafe,” you gasp, lifting your hips.

He presses down more firmly, his fingers rolling over your clit in deliberate, lazy movements, never slipping beneath the fabric.

“That feel good?” he asks, voice low and thick.

You nod desperately, hands clutching your sheets.

“Yeah? My pretty girl likes getting off with her panties on, huh?” He chuckles darkly, thumb circling just a little faster. “Could’ve had this a long time ago if you’d just asked.”

Your thighs start to shake. Your stomach tightens.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he breathes, eyes devouring every twitch of your body. “Let me feel you come for me, baby. Want it so bad.”

You’re panting now, hips moving against his palm shamelessly. His voice is in your head, echoing through your blood.

“Such a good girl for me. So needy. So fucking wet.”

He presses a kiss to your thigh, then another. You cry out softly when his pressure increases. Needing more of him.

“Shhh,” he soothes. “Gotta be quiet, yeah? Don’t want your parents hearing how good I make you feel.”

The thought causes a shiver to run down your spine. The forbiddenness of it all. Your back arches, thighs clamping around his hand. He groans again.

“Jesus, you’re gonna soak right through these,” he whispers, dragging his knuckles over the slick fabric. “Come on, baby. Let go for me.”

You do. As if your body's wired to obey his every word.

The orgasm hits sharp and sudden, tearing through you as he keeps rubbing, cooing softly while your thighs quiver and your breath stutters.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he praises, still stroking gently. “So fucking pretty when you fall apart.”

You’re boneless beneath him, panting, dazed, and he’s just looking at you, like he’s memorizing every second.

“You gonna let me do it without these on next time?” he asks softly, kissing your knee as he traces the band of your panties. “Next time you’re all worked up and lonely?”

You nod, breathless.

“Good girl,” He whispers, his breath fanning against your skin. “That’s my good girl.”

[phrandallanton]

I've decided to work more on my Eltingville Club OCs. Changed a lot about Vinny, and just wrote a bit about Joesph more. So here's all that! Buckle in, I wrote a lot. More then what I thought I would. Like a WHOLE lot more. More then I ever wrote for a regular OC. (If there's any spelling or grammer mistakes, please let me know!!! Thank you 💕)

"Vinny" (still not her real name lol)

Vinny is a pretty average, rather dumb girl who grew up in a southern town from the middle of nowhere and recently moved to eltingville with her uncle and cousin Joesph due to complications with her family back at home. Though she's not as much as a nerd like the eltingville club is, she is as ignorant and aragont, just not in the geek way to a sertant extent. Vinny absolutely hates anyone that she deems to be "living a better life" than her. This mostly includes popular kids/celebrities and people who are in a relationship. She feels entitled to the kind of attention they get and she doesn't think "they" deserve any of it simply because she's doesn't have it.

Vinny doesn't show it upfront not because she's actively trying to hide the fact that's she's a jealous hating freak, but because she's a coward and knows her actions cause consequences if caught. So most of her harrasment and shenanigans comes from her sitting behind her computer. Yes, she has "70 ALTERNATIVE ACCOUNTS!!!!" She'll harras kids from her school, celebrities, and make tons of forum/blog posts about stuff like how it should of been her to kiss Han Solo and not Leia. (Yeah, maybe she still a hating geek like the Eltingville Club) Though due to her not being the brightest, her harrasment tends to backfire. However, suprisingly enough, her shenanigans will still remain anonymous for the most part.

Vinny only hangs out with the Eltingville Club because Joesph wants her to. She always ends up running her own friendships that she has due to her self destructive behavior, and the Eltingville Club is perfect for someone like that! She is rather possessive of Joesph since he's the only person who tries to include her and actually hangs out with her. He let's her paint his robots and treats her more like a sister rather then a cousin. Of course, this means she gets a bit jealous when Josh comes over to hang out with Joesph.

Which led her to befriending "Greedo318" on the internet.(I can't remember if Greedo had been around since before the epilogue or not. So if not then cancel this part out, or this can be an AU where Greedo did exist for this long) Vinny definitely has no clue that "Greedo318" is Bill and vice-versa. Worst of all she has a crush on "Greedo318", or at least the idea of him. Come on It's a dude that validates her feelings and bad actions, it was bound to happen.

Vinny enjoys hanging out with the Eltingville Club because of the drama. Oh boy does she eat it up. Until something is said about her in a negative way, then she's... throwing it up(?) She's convinced Jerry has a crush on her, or at least finds her to be attractive, all because he's the one out of the four that's the "nicest" to her. So take that as you will.

For Bill she goes back and forth with wether or not she likes him. He'll make comments that she'll takes personally which leads to her trying to ruin something for him. Luckily for Bill, it'll backfire on her just like how everything else does. But then there's been moments were they work together to make someone's life miserable, or even yap about comics.

She couldn't care less for Josh of course. Honestly she's a bit convinced Josh and Joesph might be gay for eachother. Not too sure on how she feels about that. Then there's

Pete, who she can't come up with a solid opinion on. She probably thinks his accent is attractive in a way, and likes that he enjoys horror movies too. (Vinny likes seeing people getting brutally murdered, go figure.) But he's still a bit too "weird" to her.

Other then her negative traits, Vinny is rather odd but your nice typical teenaged girl. She tells stories about her home town, like how the mayor there was an actual pig.

She also has a pretty low IQ, just as low as her self-esteem. So yeah...she's definitely saying some dumb crap and having things fly over her head. She loves animals, arts and crafts, and reading comics cause that's all she really had back at home.

She only recently got introduced to all the other geek stuff by the help of Joesph. Her main obsession is virtual pets since they remind her of the animals she took care of at her grandparents farm when she was younger. Her favorites are her Tamagochi and Furby. She probably also has Neopets and later on got a TON of Webkinz. She would also totally play the heck out of the sims games.

Joesph McGee

Joesph is still the robotics/technology freak he is. The Eltingville Club at this point is probably questioning if he's neodivergent. He's the friendliness guy to walk the planet for the most part. He hates it when the club fights and breaks up. Then gets happy when they make up, thinks it's going to stay that way, and the pattern continues. ("Bill, look at me, this isn't you 🥺" type ahh)

His best friend is Josh, cause of course the two sci-fi nerds are friends! He tends to take his side for most of their arguments and when the club breaks up he's hanging out with him afterwards. He's pretty close with Jerry too, considering they're the only two pretty sane ones from the group. Also Joesph admires how good of a dungeon master Jerry is. He thinks Jerry is cool.

Then there's Vinny of course, he adores her and is pretty protective when it comes to her. He doesn't like that she acts out the way she does, though he doesn't even know half of it. He just wants the best for her knowing her problems just like everyone else in his life.

He's chill with Pete, he likes that he can just pick him up with little to no effort. Pete doesn't like it. Though Pete's liking towrds gore does make him a bit scared.

Bill is a whole other can of worms, Joesph genuinely believes he's a good person that's going to change. Who's gonna tell him? Actually, don't tell him. Let him be delusional.

He's also pretty good friends with IronJaw too, he doesn't mind the spit. Actually, he thinks his braces are sick and wishes he could have them. Would make him look like he had some sort of cool technology thing in his mouth. They don't hang out much but he enjoys talking to him when they're at the comic book store or at school.

Joesph can have his nerd rage moments, though it's very VERY rare. It would take a lot for him to genuinely get mad, and even then afterwards he'll probably end up crying. Most girls actually find him attractive compared to the other guys, until he starts yapping, then they hate him. Poor Joe. He has more potential then the other guys yet still can't get any action. Not that he really cares though, as long has he has robots, he's good.

[lostpie]

Red Light Green Light 🚦

a/n : here you go with my first ever post. Im so excited and so nervous at the same time. I hope you guys like it. And idk the art credits , if you do , please let me know.

Warnings: written with a fem!s/o in mind , manga spoilers and characters may not behave canonically , it's my interpretation of them so feel free to disagree... Also , i have counted potential trauma trigger factors as red flags ; if it doesnt count so , please let me know so i can improve.

THE RED AND GREEN FLAGS OF BLUE LOCK GUYS IN A RELATIONSHIP :

Michael Kaiser

Red Flags 🚩

Manipulative asf. It's canon in the manga that he reads psychological books to understand and control people better and that applies to your relationship as well. He will pull tricks on you to avoid accountability and responsibility most of the time.

Physical Trauma. I haven't seen any headcannons stating this but this man was abandoned by his mom and was constantly abused by his father. So physical affection might be awkward and stiff at the beginning because physical contact without getting hurt is a foreign concept for him. (But gets used to it if you are patient enough with him)

Green Flags ✅️

Spoils you A LOT. Princess treatment at its peak. We have seen how angry he got when his dad harmed the only thing he owned in his childhood , his soccer ball. He values his possesions and treats you like you are something he is proud to own.

If you get past his exterior and find the traumatized little boy in him , he is insecure and has some abandonment issues from his mother. So he treats you in a way that would make you want to stay with him. (Idk if its a green or red flag tbh)

Alexis Ness

Red Flags 🚩

Has OBSESSIVE attachment issues. Have you seen this man around Kaiser ? He is like a servant. Gets EASILY attached or addicted to people , possessions or habits. This results in two different bad outcomes : One is that if you ever were to break up with him , he probably would cause problems because he doesnt want to let you go or would guilttrap you into staying. The other is because of his easily-attached nature , its way TOO easy for him to gain addiction to harmful things like gambling , smoking etc.

Indecisive and constantly nerved. We have seen how nervous he got when he received the last ball in the last PXG match , thinking about what he should do. That is the energy he would constantly have. You can't leave this man alone on choices. He can't do nothing by himself. It is always on you to plan dates , outfits etc.

Green Flags ✅️

This man is your no1 supporter , your personal cheerleader , no1 hypeman. Right from wrong. He defends you so fiercely that he makes people think that you are his god. You may be defending sth ridicilously wrong like p0rn addiction but he is right there defending it with you like his life depends on it.

Isagi Yoichi

Red Flags 🚩

KING of overthinking. His analiytical mind works against him in relationships. You could have just told him "no" to something simple as an ice cream flavor , he is over there thinking that you dont love him anymore , your relationship is over and whatnot.

He doesnt mean to but when he gets angry , his words gets so agressive that he can call you a wh0re out of nowhere. (slursagi moment here) So arguments with him are mostly heated and doesnt really end well.

He is a socially awkward bean as its implied in the light novel, so getting him into crowds is a huge work. Constantly avoids family or friend gatherings.

Green Flags ✅️

This man has a loving and functioning family and knows how to treat a woman so expect to be treated like you deserve , like the queen you are.

He constantly learns things about you and tries to apply it to himself , just like he does with soccer. What you like ? What you dont ? Your love language ? What makes you happy ? What makes you cringe ? All of it. And he REMEMBERS. Dates , people , everything.

Itoshi Sae

Red Flags 🚩

WORDING. This man has issues with how he talks to people. Have you seen the way he treats his younger brother ? He is a terrible communicator. His words are blunt , unfiltered and even tho he may not mean bad , they sting most of the time.

Time issues. This man STRUGGLES to make time for you when he is busy with his soccer schedule. Doesnt put you at his first priority , you are always behind soccer in importance to him. (Unless he feels like you are THE ONE for him)

Green Flags ✅️

He is always attentive to your needs. He doesn't talk much but his actions does. Big on acts of service. You wake up to see a small breakfast , a coffee and a note saying to take care of yourself. Mention you need sth in a convo ? Next day its on your door with a parcel.

Itoshi Rin

Red Flags 🚩

He is apathetic most of the time. Sometimes you aren't even sure if he loves you or not. It takes a lot of effort to making him care for sth other than soccer and his elder brother.

Green Flags ✅️

This boy LIVES for the day that Sae will finally acknowledge him. And if you are dating him , your opinion matters to him too. He LOVES praises , especially coming from you. So you praise him on his skills at anything , especially at soccer , he will melt into a puddle in your arms. He will deny it with his life but he loves being acknowledged and seen.

This brings me to the second point. He sees YOU because he knows what it feels like to be seen as a shadow of somebody else. He doesn't outwardly complement you but he shows through actions that he sees your effort and is proud of it.

Helps you study or finish your tasks. His English knowledge is otherwordly and canonically doesn't really care for any other lesson than English as it will not do any good to his soccer career but will put in effort to learn a spesific lesson so he can teach you.

Mikage Reo

Red Flags 🚩

Growing up as a nepo baby , he got everything he wanted. He still does. And it makes him unable to understand the struggle of other people who are working 8am-5pm and living paycheck to paycheck. He isnt outwardly rude or insulting but silently judges when people mention something being expensive or that they need to save up.

Again as a nepo baby , he never learned how to control money. So without an advisor , he would go bankrupt in an instant. He wastes money like he has a personal problem with his dad's bank account.

Being a rich kid , he has always thought that people come to him for money. (I think this is something we all agree upon as the blue lock fandom.) So he has trust issues.

Green Flags ✅️

Has no problems buying you anything you want/need no natter how "expensive" you think it is. My mans is rich. 🙂‍↕️

Have you seen the way he puts in effort with Nagi ? He will physically drag you to kitchen if you forget to eat , will force it down your throat if you forget to drink water, will wake you up in time. He is just happy he finally has something he feels he earned and deserved , so he doesn't see anything wrong with cooking a full course meal half sleepily at 3 am for your midnight cravings.

Bachira Meguru

Red Flags 🚩

My boi is schizophrenic. Canonically. I know it's because of something sad like having no friends and trying to cope , but no healthy mankind would have an "imaginary" friend.

Has hyperactivity issues /ADHD. This may not count as a red flag as it's a health condition but days with him is TIRING.

Green Flags ✅️

Anything you do with him turns out to be funny at the end. He knows how to have fun and entertain you , so dates with him would be something you always look forward too.

You're not only his first girlfriend , but also one of the first ever friends. So he treats you more like a girl bestfriend than a girlfriend.

Shidou Ryusei

Red Flags 🚩

I have seen a headcannon that he is raised by his grandparents because his parents were neglectful/busy with work. And i believe that with my whole heart. So he has family issues too. He grow up as rowdy and energetic as he is because he got fed by his grandma's delicious cooking which gave him a superhuman energy boost and had little to no supervisor by his side. (Poor grandparents tho , how they can handle a boy child at that age ? )

Probably has sexual trauma. Because the way we have seen him oversexualize himself and people around him is usually a trauma response.

Has anger management issues. No one can convince me otherwise.

Green Flags ✅️

This man is up for ANYTHING you want to do. Your no1 partner in crime. You can text him something like "i wanna go to a haunted escape room" in the middle of the night and he is at your door in 5 mins with a camera for photos , a few snacks and ready to go.

Brags you to his friends like you are the only thing worth of talking. Shows you of to anyone who asks and goes "you see that gorgeous sexy woman there ? Yeah , she is mine".

Is your guard dog. In LITERAL meaning. He has a tendency to get physical at the slightest trigger and will defend you like you are his treasure while wearing the proudest smirk.

Otoya Eita

Red Flags 🚩

LOYALTY. I don't think i have to even say it. This man has commitment issues and an infamous reputation as a cheater. Leaves you wondering if you are actually his girlfriend or one of his sidechicks. You can never be 100% sure with this man and this causes HUGE trust issues in your relationship.

Doesn't take things really seriously. Unless you force him to listen , care or do something ; he just laughs it away and acts like nothing happened.

Green Flags ✅️

This man is a comedian at heart. Can make you laugh even when you are ugly crying over a failed exam.

Flirts like it's his second nature. Annoyingly smooth with his words and actions. (It's a green flag when it's against you but a red one if it's against other girls tbh)

Karasu Tabito

Red Flags 🚩

Another born-to-be-a-womanizer. Mostly under the effect of Otoya on this topic , he rubs off on him.

Green Flags ✅️

Will make you feel special around him. Because to him you are the most beautiful girl he ever laid eyes upon and he will make you feel like it. He leaves no room for you to feel insecure about anything.

Oliver Aiku

Red Flags 🚩

Yet another charming flirt. Probably the biggest one yet because in the manga we have seen him with two girls in the same time , one of them just ambushes him and catches him with another. 😔 He has had a lot of partners before you and it makes you feel like you are another insignificant person in his life and he will have a lot more after you.

Green Flags ✅️

Even tho it may be a bad thing that he has had a lot of partners before , it also makes him experienced. He knows how to handle a crying woman , what time and where to take you out on a date , helps you on you period etc.

He IS responsible , even tho people may not see him so. He is a team captain so he knows how to take responsibilities and carry them.

[thecutesyfishtank]

The cycle is repeating to a perfect T at this point, down to even interacting with minors while now an NSFW/18+ only blog. This really does just prove my whole point that Salem is actively fine making his audience more susceptible to grooming and now really makes me know he never changed.

(Some of the evidence here is from before people got informed the minor goes by he/him, so I want no one saying she/her under here or anything or I will block you because even the people when informed have from now on used he/him)

Also just a note. A note that should be fucking obvious since I've been harrassed myself before even any of this and then during some of this stuff because I'm vocal as fuck. Don't. Harrass. Anyone.

If you see this kind of shit they're doing it's better to just block and report. Wis' nazi shit? Report her. Salem being transphobic to other transpeople or ableist to other disabled people? Just report him. They aren't worth your time to harrass even.

No one is! No one is worth your time for this much stuff! The only reason I even made this post in the first place was awareness. Not cancelation. I wanted more people to wanna hold him accountable and not just sweep his grooming, asian racism, and fetishization of transfems aside. I wanted to believe he changed since I don't personally know him. The cycle is repeating to a T though. Even to the point he really trying to throw false accusations of Luluyam using aave and some people of his audience or Wis' saying she said the n word on one of her tracks. No proof, no nothing like the list upon lists I have put here, just said it and people went off.

Not to mention Wis especially associating with a r@pist, Majora(who has admitted it and even keeps changing her username because people also found out she lied about being a trans woman as an AFAB that was raised AFAB). And Salem just going with it, Salem. Sit down with me for a moment because I know you will somehow see this and vague me or some shit like Wis does too probably. There's such thing as just cutting someone off, but you refuse to. Why is it that you're fine with Wis using so much nazi speech against people mad at you for actual grief and trauma you have caused on them? Because if you weren't, you know what is something you could do? Talk to her and tell her to stop saying someone isn't their ethnicity or race(as a fucking white woman herself), tell her using nazi dog whistles isn't okay, and that she should probably seek help if she genuinely thinks calling someone a groomer without proof is okay when she has the same age gap as the person she's calling a groomer.

And last but not least, get the fuck away from children. Use the block button, you don't need minors stroking your ego. You have enough adults around you already, clearly, that do that. And if you wanna vague post this, I want you to not leave a single thing out, say how you're now knowingly interacting with someone outed as a minor. Say how you gf is being a nazi and even using things against people she says used these same tactics against her(ableism, transphobia, and such). If you all want me really to link every single post to show all that? Fine. Since I have to hold everyone's hand, let's go then.

^ Last one includes alot about r@pe

And the other ones I can fit as the same type of link so

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This is the woman we're really treating as above it all and a god send for dating a black transmasc? Really? And how Salem has to know about all of this because it has been archived and everyone knows he's constantly checking the archive blog. So he knows, he just- doesn't care!

Wis even saying Luluyam is a fucking pedo-

Also just some... more ✨️sexualization✨️ of another culture

As well before you call this "drama"(referring to the countless dickriders that genuinely have nothing better to do than to try and discount others trauma because "But these are the artists I like and so they're always good! UmU"), how is making minors more susceptible to grooming "drama", how is harrassing and falsely accusing anyone with issues with you "drama", how is sexualizing other cultures and then blaming it on mental illness(in the Kungfu Revvy case) "drama"?

Is the only term you all have when you don't wanna listen to how people are having their lives harmed that "You're making a racist hate campaign, this is drama!"? Is that it? Okay, then show evidence that disproves all of this instead of running your fucking mouths like the crackers you are.

Since reblogs aren't allowed on this, I thought I would link to why people are mad at Puppy-chan rebranding to Salem.

Stop coddling people that have done racist things and even sent NSFW to minors and rbed NSFW back when he had a minor audience

I knew wolfertinger666 felt familiar the momemt I saw Tammy and Magna, but I refused to bring up what Salem did as Puppychan because I was scared people wouldn't believe me and instead keep believing Salem is innocent.

[kissracing]

A-O-T-Y, I did win!, lewis hamilton

summary. singer-songwriter yn ln has not won an album of the year award at the grammys—until 2025!

featuring. lewis hamilton x black!female!reader (faceclaim beyonce)

this fic includes. . . swearing, i lowkey made this a yn centered fic rather than lewis by accident ? idk how much sense that makes.

twitter • fan accounts • grammy nominations

instagram • yourusername

liked by lewishamilton, cocojones, and others

yourusername 11 Nominations? Absolute insanity, thank you to the Recording Academy, and to all my fans who enjoyed COWBOY CARTER. Here’s some extra CC photos I took but never posted :) 🤠🍯🐝

♥︎ 2.4M 💬 81.5k ➢

lewishamilton 📌 Congratulations my love. You worked so hard on this album and it’s showing off ❤️🐝

⤷ yourusername love you Lew 🤍

user THIS YEAR WILL BE OUR YEAR BEEHIVE 🙏🏽

user ZOOO WEEE MAA GOD LORDDDT

user how can lewis handle allat 😒

theestallion ❤️❤️❤️

user CAN LEWIS FIGHT???

user if ya ya doesn’t win, im rioting

user why didn’t u post these sooner 🥀🥀🥀

user 2nd photo is so cunty wow

alexandrasaintmleux Congratulations omggg 💗🐝

➥ user ferrari wags supporting each other 🥹🥹

user are you performing queen pleek say yes

⤷ user you know good n well she won’t be performing lmaooo

⤷ user A GIRL CAN HOPE 😭

user AOTY WILL BE YOURS

twitter • fan accounts • grammy day

instagram • yourusername

liked by lewishamilton, alexandrasaintmleux, and others

yourusername What an insane ass night 🥹! 3 awards including Album of the Year!! Thank so much to the 13,000 members of the recording academy and as well as my fans for supporting me no matter what. Love you all, see you soon 🏆🥇

♥︎ 3.1M 💬 90.5k ➢

lewishamilton AOTY, You did win! 😉❤️🐝

⤷ yourusername Cornball 😭🤍

user the emphasis on the 13,000 members LMFAOO

user “see you soon” that better be a tour announcement lady

user the different stages of emotions we were going through on twitter yall

alexandrasaintmleux Gorgeous !!! 💗

user SHE FINALLY WON AOTY!!! I FEEL LIKE A PROUD MOTHER 🥹☝🏽

user you look so damn good girl GAH DAMN

user lewis can handle all of that wow

user AND THIS WAS JUSTICE FOR YA YA NOT WINNING 🗣️

⤷ user AND SPAGHETTII

lilymhe Yn celebratory party at my house 🗣️🫶���

lando can i get free tickets to the tour please 🤲🏻

⤷ yourusername No big mouth.

⤷ lando ☹️☹️ PLEASE

⤷ user SO THERE WILL BE A TOUR???

user they mad asl on twitter BUT WDGAFF 🗣️

user one of her best looks

user you might wanna change that lyric in sweet honey buckiin queen

user MOTHERR

user her speech was so cute ☹️☹️

instagram • lewishamilton

liked by yourusername, doechii, and others

lewishamilton My winner 🏆🙌🏽 I’m so proud of you baby it’s not funny. Congratulations on everything you’ve done, you deserve it so so much ❤️

♥︎ 1.0M 💬 45.3k ➢

yourusername 📌 You’re sleeping on the couch.

⤷ lewishamilton Cmonnn the photo is funny 😓!!

⤷ yourusername You’re gonna be demoted to Roscoe’s house if you keep it up.

⤷ lewishamilton Sorry ma’am 🫡

⤷ user my parents ohhh 😭😭💗💗

user the photo of her and alicia omg

user THE FIRST SLIDE????

user love a man who stands 10 toes down for his wife ☝🏽

user SHES A CUTIE PATOOTIE 😭

user THE 4TH PHOTO LMFAOO

user the 2nd photo ohhh i love her so much

lando Going through the 5 stages of grief was worth it 🤞🏻

⤷ user EXACTLY LMFAO

user buying me a bottle of sir davis

user trying to get them tickers for the tour is gon be absolute hell 🥀☹️

authors note. uh.. this barely has lewis in it LMFAOO?? im SO sorry if this bothers you 😭!! trust i have another fic with beyonce as a fc for lewis and he’s in it a lot more 🫶🏽 (might make it a universe cus i love beyonce & lewis so) i just wanted to get this out cus it was rotting away since early march!

[angeliteeyes]

Multifandom: Caleb (LADS), Castorice and Sparkle (HSR), Ei and Ganyu (GI)

I adore aus where the characters are aware of you in some way even though they're still in another world. My favorite of those concepts is an au where instead of them being your favorite gacha characters, you're THEIR fave.

I like to imagine that this version of them doesn't take place in their reality that we know of ingame. Instead, it's more of a modern au where they're just as chronically online and cringe as us lmao. Spamming their social media accounts when you get a new card (or whatever your game does) in all caps, falling asleep to videos of you talking. Maybe even writing long, angry replies on Reddit defending you and how you're best char. Here's some of the characters I feel particularly suit this idea

cw: mental illness (they're gacha addicts what else would you expect lol), mentions of death, light angst for some characters

-Caleb-

Listen, I can't NOT talk about Caleb here. This concept is practically made for his clingy, traumatized ass.

In this version of him, I imagine he started out pretty normal for a while actually, making friends pretty easily in his youth and all of that. Slowly but surely, though, things shifted. Family deaths piled up at an age where he just wasn't ready to handle that kind of emotional burden and... well, you know how guy friendships can be. He didn't really feel like he could turn to any of his real friends the way that he desperately needed to stop his entire world from falling apart.

And then there was your bright smile on his screen all of a sudden. He'd seen ads for the game you're in before, but he never got around to actually trying it out. Until that fateful day. After having gone through yet another funeral, his brain felt so fried and tired that he barely even processed his finger movements as he went through all the install screens, clicking the repetitive buttons and whatnot.

It's not like there's something wrong with the other characters or anything. They're fine and all, but he quickly started to realize just how much you stood out to him. How soothing everything about you was, as if you were actually there telling him everything would be okay. It doesn't take very long before he's full-on obsessed with you.

As a fan, he'd be so so pathetically jealous. Of course, he logically understands that he can't stop other people from looking at you, pulling for you, loving you... But holy hell if he doesn't want to just have you for himself, as ridiculous and impossible the notion is. He's the type of dude who'd legit get so heated over seeing someone mischaracterize you that he'd either send them a 1000 word rant or insta-block them. No in-between.

And yes, he would listen to your sweet voice every time he feels particularly lonely or grief hits too hard. You aren't going to judge him for crying, after all.

-Castorice-

Castorice in a modern au, in my opinion, would totally be a hospice worker. Ever since she was a child, she's had a knack for finding injured animals and would cradle them in her palms each and every time until they took their last breath. She's like an angel attracted to poor, suffering souls. Unfortunately, her young kid mind misinterprets the situation and believes she's cursed instead. It ultimately culminates into a full-blown phobia of touching people with both of her hands; it's just that ingrained in her that holding someone equals death.

Thankfully, as she gets older, she manages to cope with her fears a little better by putting her talent to good use. Whenever a patient in her care clearly expresses that they're ready to go, she's more than happy to help them pass on. But... it's still so achingly lonely. A real romantic relationship doesn't even process as an option to her, because, yknow. Physical intimacy.

That's why she grows so painfully attached to you, viewing you as her only real hope of having the lover she yearns for. Sure, she's not delusional. She knows you have a screen permanently forcing you two apart, but that's even better in her book. This way, her curse will never, ever harm you.

Castorice would absolutely be part of the hugging-a-pillow-and-imagining-it's-you club. Every single night, without fail, she wraps her arms and legs around her body pillow while imagining you. How warm you would actually be in her arms. She'd even go as far as to spray a scent on it—whatever reminds her the most of you while she's out shopping one day and picks it up.

As far as her online presence, she's definitely on the calmer side. Her account is filled to the brim with wholesome fanart of you, both reblogs and her own works. If anyone talks smack about you, she'll just block them and cleanse her soul with that adorable birthday art of you. Why waste precious energy on them when you're here to love and adore?

-Sparkle-

Sparkle is THE number one online troll, you can't convince me otherwise. Everyone else hates her so much, but somehow, they can never get rid of her presence. Aw, they blocked her newest account? Too bad, she's already got 3 other ones ready to go. But no matter how many times it changes, one thing remains consistent: that damn profile picture of you.

In a bizarre way, her determination to troll combined with your face being plastered next to her username kinda lets her... claim you? Nobody else would dare to use that photo of you as their profile pic, at least. It's not exactly the most orthodox way of showing her affection for you, but it gets similar results.

Now, everyone hates her and all, but most people have learned by now that she's best handled through methods like ignoring or blocking her. If they do that, typically Sparkle's attention wanes and she moves along to her next victim. But one person, one damn person, takes things too far. They start spamming insults towards you in her dms, tagging her in hate posts about you, everything to get under her skin. And it works like a charm. She's literally seething behind her dusty computer screen, losing her mind at every stupid notification sound.

Let's just say, that person won't be using social media again any time soon. Not once she's done with them.

-Ei-

It feels a bit strange, this version of Ei. Trust me when I say that every ounce of elegance and social skills her Genshin counterpart has flat-out doesn't exist in this world. I'm talking doesn't brush her hair most days, constant eyebags, won't even order at a drive-thru due to needing to talk to others, the works. It's not even necessarily that she's got social anxiety or anything like that. Ei plain old doesn't like people in this au, or at least, anyone other than you.

You're her rock that keeps her going every day. Why bother "making friends" when you're already here by her side every day? Why bother "taking care of her appearance" when you love her all the same? Her parents tried so hard to intervene and force her to act normal. They took away her devices and even forced her into therapy for as long as they legally could, but she just... wouldn't change. When they took her phone and computer, they'd expected her to switch hobbies. Maybe she'd pick up reading again. But every time they peek into her room, she's just sitting there with a vacant, empty expression. They can't hear it, but in her mind, you're still there right next to her keeping her company. It's honestly so heartbreaking to watch that they give up and let her have everything back again.

Truly, nothing else matters to her but you.

Unlike the others, she actually wouldn't have any social media presence whatsoever. Ei's stuck so far in her delusional attachment to you that she barely even can register the fact that she isn't your actual friend or partner. How could you not be, when you're together every moment of every day?

-Ganyu-

Ganyu's honestly probably the only one here with a genuinely healthy attachment level toward you, even if she admittedly uses you a lot to cope with her insecurities. You're just so, so sweet to her, having so many uplifting voice lines.

Her absolute favorite card of you is one where you're eating pastries with your game's mc. It comes with a corresponding unlockable event, where you encourage them to eat as much as they want. You even reassure them that no matter how they look or how much they weigh, you'll always love them. Essentially, you give Ganyu a free therapy session, and one that she greatly needs.

As much as she loves you, work forces her into being a filthy casual. Don't worry, though! She always makes time for limited content with you in it, like event stories and cards. Plus, she earns so much from her hard work. She can afford to spend an extra hundred... or five hundred... on duplicates of you. Even if your game's company is greedy as all hell, she still takes pride in funding them. If your game ever got the dreaded end-of-service announcement... she doesn't know what she'd do.

Her whale habits carry into social media, where she pays the bills of so many artists. They practically view her as a saint, both for how often she commissions them and for how willing she is to pay full price. Her? She's just happy to have all this extra content of you to admire. What a sweetheart ♡

[thebreakfastgenie]

#this was wild to me but also#even if he thinks santos is on to him entirely he probably believes robby would never do that#and the thing is....wrong bet im afraid#but trusting robby to not go through your stuff? i see why he would be there @antimonyantigone

Exactly! Langdon is counting on his relationship with Robby and being generally well-liked and well-respected to protect him. Robby respects his subordinates and their privacy--we can easily infer this about him but we don't have to, the way he interacts with Collins proves it--so he's not going to search anyone's locker unless he deems it absolutely necessary. Langdon was careless because he didn't think Robby would ever be suspicious enough to consider checking his locker, and probably assumed even if he did he'd be able to convince him not to.

The reason Santos picks up on Langdon so quickly is that he's not as slick as he thinks he is, but everyone else is blinded by Langdon's reputation and their relationships with him. (Santos also mentions an incident involving her friend and drugs so it's possible she's also primed to notice because she has experience with someone struggling with addiction, but these factors both contribute). That's why Robby says "and I just let him," the way he does; he thinks he should have noticed, and maybe he should have! As soon as Santos is onto Langdon he gets panics and gets really sloppy. The way he tries to preemptively discredit Santos by telling Robby she's out to get him is extremely suspicious; I suspect Robby took that into consideration in-universe and as a viewer that was the moment I knew for certain Santos was right about Langdon.

To put it very informally, addiction makes you dumb. It also inflates your ego. Langdon thinks he's in control of his drug use, he thinks he's not addict because he's better than that, he thinks he's not taking enough to impact his judgment (we don't know exactly how much he's using but it's very unlikely this is true). He also thinks he's too smart to get caught. That's because he's in denial. It's a symptom of his addiction and it's exacerbated in somebody like Langdon because one of the benefits of privilege is the benefit of the doubt. There's a reason this show gave this storyline to the white man with pretty hair who is by all accounts genuinely a very talented senior resident. Like Robby said to their opioid patient, anyone can be an addict.

[pearlescentparade]

"HI PP!! It is so amazing to see you again!! I’m trying to be first come first serve but I hope this doesn’t overwhelm you. I also hope your scholarship stuff went well! Could you possibly do a GRIEFER x Player!Reader but post-Demo 3? (Drabble) Like maybe GRIEFER left the hospital, Reader leaves the haunted manor after getting the Ghostwalker, they bump into each other midway through their travels and then the talking starts. Could start with a bit of angst and ends with lots of fluff, but it’s up to you! Delving deeper into the scenario, maybe it’s possible that GRIEFER and Reader already have an established relationship (platonic or romantical, up for interpretation), so when Reader previously fought GRIEFER in Demo 2, took the Venomshank, and left, it caused some mixed feelings and confusion. Maybe Reader is also hesitant to open up about the Demo 3 events with all of the stuff about Builderman and the 4 main emotions that made their soul “impure” in fears that they won’t be believed or might be seen as “crazy”. The rest is up to you! I’m so happy to see you! - The Angel Anon 🪽 P.S.: Sorry, I’m a big yapper hehe..,, - yes, I made my account based on my anon name,, I like it as a “persona” tbh and I can still be anonymous as long as I don’t spill any big info!!! This is my first time requesting I’m so nervous,, Ily friend /p” - angel anon 🪽

angel anon img onna whoop u for sending this in as a asubmission isntead of an ask /silly /lh @starryessence2

alone together 🎮 griefer x player reader drabble ❤️‍🩹💝

the two of you stand a few feet apart on the road leading to turitopolis, griefer standing in your way of the town.

"...TH3 H3LL 4R3 Y0U D01NG H3R3?!" he staggers to point at you, snarling. you note that he visible winces from the abrupt action, likely in pain from the strain it put on his muscles.

you almost didn't recognize him. he looks more like a walking jungle than a robloxian, what with the various plant stems and leaves twining around his body and sticking out of his skin. but his grating, aggressive voice is identifiable enough. it's a sorry state to be in, though it's better than how you left him when you took the venomshank.

"...get out of the way, brad. i don't have the energy for you." you sigh, no hint of malice present in your tone unlike the other. rather, it's more of exhaustion and mild annoyance.

you're not in that pretty of a state yourself, with prominent dark eyebags weighing your eyes down and a pale face. on your way here, you've had several children scream 'ghost' at the sight of you. but who wouldn't look like that after the draining journey that had to be taken to obtain the ghostwalker? nobody would expect you to look like robloxia's top model after almost surrendering your own consciousness.

and to make matters worse for the capacity of shit you could handle today, you just had to run into him? hopefully a turitopolis vendor can sell you a break, once you get past this jerk of course.

unbothered by his hostility, you trudge on forward, fully intent on simply brushing him off and ignoring him. but griefer continues his fit, stepping directly in your way when you attempt to go around.

"0HH, 1 S33. Y0U TH1NK Y0U'R3 AB0V3 M3, D0N'T Y0U? JUST CUZ Y0U G0T TH3 JUMP 0N M3??" venom weaves its way into his words, the burning scarlet in his eyes painting his fury. "Y0U TH1NK Y0U C4N JUST H0LD M3 1N TH3 P4LM 0F Y0UR H4ND THEN THR0W M3 4W4Y WH3N Y0U G3T WH4T Y0U W4NT-4CK!" his voice cracks at the end right before he keels over coughing, holding his side. his body twitches and shakes violently as he wheezes violently.

you look down at him at your feet, pity swimming in your eyes. your hand almost starts to reach for him, but it retreats. even when he's like this, he insists on acting tough, a destructive habit that you've recognized throughout your relationship with him.

you stoop to his level, holding your knees as you gently speak. "when will you learn your limits, brad? you should know to take it easy when you're ill." the lack of mockery or bite only serves to piss him off even more. you're only proving his point, talking to him in that collected and reasonable voice like you care about him. absolutely and disgustingly patronizing.

he's not the reckless and disorganized fool you think he is, and you're not the perfect savior you think you are.

"...KN0CK 1T 0FF. QU1T 4CT1NG L1KE Y0U'R3 TH3 H3R0." he lifts his head, glaring up at you with a bitter grin that shows off his fangs. "B3C4US3 Y0U'R3 JU5T AS W34K 4S M3." at the look of offense that flashes across your eyes, he laughs, a gravelly and garbled noise. he knows he struck a nerve, because he knows all the ways to get under your skin.

deep down, you really are still the same. even if your clothes, your relationships, and the look in your eyes change, who you are at your core still remains.

you huff, narrowing your eyes at griefer. "i'm not weak. if you knew what i've gone through since i beat you, you wouldn't dare say that to my face."

he raises a brow, an invite, and leans in, a direct challenge. "Y34H? L1KE WH4T?"

"like-! .... like..." you trail off, suddenly realizing the metaphorical corner he's backed you into. for a moment, you're left dumbfoundedly opening and closing your mouth again like a goldfish, as if the words died in your throat and you were releasing their ghosts.

what happened to you in the manor.. are you prepared to say? are you prepared to hear griefer viciously mock you for losing your damn mind because there's no way in hell all of that happened?

are you alone?

"...stuff." you visibly cringe at how small you suddenly sound, in comparison to how big you were talking only moments ago. and griefer capitalizes on it.

"0H Y34, R3334L SP3C1F1C. I C0ULD CRY FR0M H0W S4D Y0UR ST0RY IS. LOL." he balls his fists and brings them to next to his eyes, mimicking crying as he sarcastically sneers at you.

a deep rage boils within you at the taunting, your righteous desire to defend yourself successfully overturning your initial worries of being seen as hysterical. you think you can feel a vein pop in your forehead. curse griefer and his disturbing amount of experience in trolling and trash-talking online.

admitting an exasperated defeat, you throw your hands in the air. "FINE!! gosh, just- promise not to laugh. or call me crazy. or i'll beat you up a second time."

"N0 PR0M1SES."

you roll your eyes, before carefully regaling your tale to griefer. the whole time, you found that your eyes could never quite stay on his face. maybe you were afraid to face him, to face his judgement. even when you could tell he was staring right at you in your peripheral.

griefer knows you. he knows you better than anyone, and he'd fight anyone who claims otherwise. he knows you're not one to lie or make up fables to preserve your reputation. maybe that's why he listens more intently than he planned to, giving you his undivided attention. even if you do sound like a raving lunatic.

"...and i think that's about it. pretty crazy." you shrug, hoping it would alleviate the anxiety weighing on you. it does not.

"S0 Y0U'R3 T3LL1NG M3 Y0UR 0WN 3M0T10NS JUMP3D Y0U."

you sheepishly add on, "...well, i beat them too."

after a drawn out pause that made your heart rate raise with every second, he clicks his tongue. "W0W. 4ND Y0U W3R3 T4LK1NG 4LL TH4T CR4P 4B0UT "L34RN1NG MY L1M1TS", F@#$ING HYP0CR1T3." playfully, he pushes you, firmly enough to convey his annoyance but lightly enough to not actually injure you.

"wh- that's waaaay different!! if i could handle you, i could handle a lot of things." your body fills with warmth again, almost like the clouds of doubt and fear circling your mind cleared for a sun of relief. to the outsider, it may seem strange to feel happy about being cursed out. but to you, it was griefer's unorthodox way of telling you he's worried about you too.

"H4H. G3T A L04D 0F T0UGH GUY H3R3." you sigh as griefer leans back, letting his arms support him as he remains sat on the ground. he seems to be thinking critically, a rare moment for him. "... R3M1NDS M3 0F TH0S3 D4MN V01CES. T4LK1NG A BUNCH OF TR4SH JUST TO S33 Y0U F41L."

you move to sit by his side and finally look at him, smiling a bit. "guess we're both just some weak suckers. but at least we've got each other."

he scoffs, "Y0U'R3 SUCH A S4P, IT'S CR1NG3." but try as he might to pretend he's above all that 'friendship' stuff, you don't miss how he doesn't say anything to deny it. and it makes you giggle.

because unfortunately for him, griefer still cares. unfortunately, he still likes you. and he can be called a 'white knight' or a 'doormat' or a 'simp' or whatever for it.

it's you two versus the world. like it's always been.

(parade postscript: griefer ragebaiting reader so hard that you open up about your problems)

[star-5truck]

Your relationship with Alexis Ness was close to perfect if you do say so yourself. Arguments, decision making, date reschedules? No matter what happened, at the end of the day, you and Ness still loved each other to the moon and back. You knew you were lucky when you started to date him because as much as you hate to admit it, Alexis Ness loved you more than you could ever love him.

Ness was doting, paying attention to every little detail about you. He knew you better than anyone and that was something he took immense pride in. Your favorite color, your habits, hell, he even knew your sleep schedule. So it’s safe to say that when one day when he doesn’t get any notification from you, it scares him. 

He’d left early for practice that morning, and when that happens you usually send him a ‘good morning’ text. Yet when he checked his phone during break, nothing. No text, no stupid TikTok, not anything. It’s completely normal, he assures himself, but it’s you we’re talking about. You were never off your phone, after all. Rude, he knows, but it’s the truth and he loves you either way. 

When practice comes to an end and his phone is still quiet (it’s actually filled with notifications, but not the one he wants) he’s outright overthinking. Do you hate him? Was he not worthy of your time anymore? Oh the questions could go on.

He arrives at your shared apartment and is already hyperventilating before he even gets opens the door. He walks in and you’re not in the living room, which is typical. He finds you in the bedroom, hunched over your table so engrossed in something. This somehow makes his thoughts worse. You weren’t asleep, clearly wide awake, so why the lack of updates from you?

He walks over and wraps his arms around your waist, settling his chin on your shoulder. You’re aware of his presence now as you stop whatever you’re doing. “Welcome home, baby. Practice hard today?” You asked with the sweet voice that Ness adored.

He simply hummed, it was always hard being away from you, anyway. “Are you mad at me, liebling?” 

You furrow your brows, turning your head to look at him. “Mad? Why do you ask?”

He thinks before he speaks this time. It’s honestly embarrassing to admit that he wants a notification from you. “Just asking. Seems like you were ignoring me this morning.”

You don’t reply to him, opening your phone then your chats with him. You make a small ‘oh’ sound as you realize that your lover is correct. “Sorry baby, I was busy. And must’ve forgot.” You tell him as you give him a kiss on the cheek. “I promise I’d never ignore you.”

Ness relaxes at that, right, you were just busy. He should’ve took that into account. You speak up again, putting his undivided attention onto you. “You really pay attention to those things?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” He says as if its fact. And you simply giggle before telling him to go change.

You forget that your boyfriend overthinks every little thing. You don’t mind giving reassurance, reading him that you love him unconditionally. Because in a world full of 'boys will be boys', Alexis Ness gives you nothing but the best.

[organist-der-traumorgel]

THIS!

It's been a while since I watched the movie, but exactly this. We have seen Hiccup face exactly these kinds of stakes before and overcome them. Yeah, there is the aspect that the fighting will never stop, it's not just about Grimmel but the mounting stakes he represents, but still. He didn't really pose a new threat, and with his personal groth and all the experience he and the other Riders gained Hiccup is more capable of facing those threats than he ever was before, especially if we take into account the vast net of allies to call upon he build up in the series. Grimmel might pose a threat but he wasn't all that much of an escalation. Once he was gone, they could have moved back to old Berk and Rebuild. Grimmel knocking them down is realistic, Grimmels impact managing to keep them down felt contrived. The choice to send the dragons away was beautiful and made me cry, but I couldn't shake off the aftertaste of this feeling like Hiccup making an impulsive, ill-thought-out, overblown decision after getting overwhelmed by the reality of the situation and getting cold feet, instead of the heartwrenching, hard but right decision based on a more mature perspective it was meant to be.

This would have come across a lot better if at least I was convinced by the "sometimes the best thing you can do for those you love is letting them go" angle, but I wasn't convinced there either. Toothless wishing to have a life outside of Hiccup (and I have Opinions on his characterisation in this movie) doesn't neccessarily translate to him wanting to live without Hiccup. And even if we say that this is the correct step for the 2 of them, that doesn't extend to the other dragons. Tooth might have recently expressed the need for more independence, that doesn't mean all dragons should leave right this instance. Those are deep bonds that were severed very aprubtly (Stromfly, Meatlug, Hookfang, Barf, Belch, Skullcrusher, Cloudjumper). For 6 years (in Valka's case 20) these beings have been bonded to each other as two parts of a whole, and now, after a battle, with no warning whatsoever, they are told to break up forever, with little to no chance of seeing each other ever again. That is traumatising, and I should just accept that this was beneficial, and the right decision for everyone involved?

Maybe, if either the seperation or the reason for it had convinced me, I could excuse the other, but with the movie as it is, the goodbye might have made me cry but it still fealt hollow.

And all of that doesn't go into the logistical nightmare this separation is for Berk, seeing as they have centered Dragons in all of their infrastructure, and still ned to rebuild on New Berk. There was no planning involved in ths decision and that will make the next months very hard, even if we ignore the emotional impact.

Or how, in order for the "Dragons are gone and so well hidden many people think their existence was a myth to begin with" narrative to work, the non-Berk Dragons in the Archipeleago have to leave as well. That means all wild dragons. And everything about the shocking impact of this loss on society goes doubly for the cultures we got know who have a long tradition of living side by side with dragons.

I feel like one reason THW didn’t do much for me was that the stakes didn’t do something different or greater than before - at least, not at a tangible level, a concrete level.

Technically there were stakes in THW: the tribe left Berk, Hiccup had Toothless taken from him, generals were waiting to wage war on the world, and Toothless as alpha let the dragons of Berk be captured.

But here’s the thing: none of that was new. All of that had been done before in one if not two movies.

And it was done to greater impact before.

Just to take HTTYD 2. The stakes felt greater in HTTYD 2. To me, there was a lot more sense of realism, consequence, and impact to the events that happened to Hiccup here. Valka’s Bewilderbeast was killed, a loss that cannot be reversed. Hiccup also lost his father directly through Toothless. Watching Drago ride on Toothless’ back has an unnatural sense of horror to it, as Drago rides off with all the dragons now under his control. And when Berk’s home was threatened, it had more sense of reality.

I know Grimmel entered Hiccup’s house (a juicy piece of villainy I adore) and burnt down many of the homes, but even then… the raid didn’t feel as “personal” because of the Hairy Hooligans’ response. The tribe’s meeting in the Great Hall felt similar in tone to the meetings Stoick had in the war room - yet another attack that destroyed their buildings but not their spirits. Berk’s been on fire HOW many times from dragon raids? The Hooligans’ protests at leaving their homes were muted (I could and hopefully will later write a separate analysis on my issue with the Berkians’ characterization in THW), they shrugged into Hiccup’s idea fairly quickly, and the exodus was shown in such a lighthearted tone… that it didn’t feel like a moment of gravity. What should have been a high stakes moment wasn’t depicted as such. Instead, we laughed as the Light Fury knocked Hiccup off Toothless’ back. Instead, we listened to upbeat music as the Berkians used a whimsical method of carting their belongings with them on an adventuresome journey. Instead, we watched the Berkians remain upbeat as they found a new place to live, shrugging Hiccup off as chief, and treating the situation as a positive experience.

The stakes didn’t feel solid enough to sell me on the villagers’ plight - be it here, or later in the movie when Grimmel and the warlord swooped in again. The climax didn’t have as much sense of stakes because there were fewer tangible elements of consequence. We saw the dragons taken away and in cages (something we’ve seen before, including the start of this movie), but the Hairy Hooligans were otherwise largely unimpacted. We saw a force led by generals… who didn’t appear to be doing any damage to the world around them, and weren’t doing any damage to the tribe of displaced Berkians now. The dangerous consequences hadn’t been built up enough prior to the climax, and the climax wasn’t enough to make the threat vibrant. 

But in HTTYD 2, when Berk was under threat, it felt under threat. 

Hiccup and his companions have already lost a major battle (almost ten minutes long on screen!!!) against Drago with severe consequences, consequences that are given time on screen. We have a full scene of Hiccup sobbing over his father’s death, and another full scene of Stoick’s funeral. We are still reeling from what Drago’s done against our heroes.

But Drago’s not pausing for our heroes to pick themselves up. He’s moving to Berk. And back on Berk, the village’s dragons, in a creepy daze, fly away from their owners, and into the masses of Drago’s deadly forces. 

I want to reiterate AGAIN these are deadly forces which we have seen in action. Unlike the just-for-plot generals of THW, we actually KNOW what Drago’s armada can accomplish; they can overwhelm Valka’s dragon sanctuary, defeat our protagonists, even lead to the casualties of key leaders. Seeing this legitimately deadly force - with all of Berk’s dragons used against them! - hovering over the dark skies… that’s threatening stuff.

Furthermore. We’ve never seen an enormous fucking mountain-sized dragon stand on the shores of Berk. The dragon dwarfs the entire village, and presents a scene of horror and destruction that we haven’t seen the likes of before. We’ve seen Berk go through fires. We’ve seen Berk lose buildings. We haven’t seen Berk’s buildings stabbed to shreds by giant pillars of ice. This isn’t the Berk we know. This is a village in chaos. The villagers are terrified, they’re shocked at their leader’s death, they have no dragons to defend them, and there’s no way that even these bold souls can stand their ground against a massive mountainesque ice spitter. They had difficulties before with the Red Death, and now, an even greater Bewilderbeast is destroying their one place of safety, the place that had finally become a peaceful paradise for dragons.

Then that dramatic color keying? It’s ominous and sets the tone. 

To see Hiccup’s tiny group of companions move toward Drago, and see Berk in such disarray? That’s a sense of stakes.

It did a good job amplifying the stakes beyond the first HTTYD. The stakes of the first HTTYD are extremely exciting, and in many ways similar to HTTYD 2, but HTTYD 2 does a good job of refreshing what we’re seeing. In the first movie, the villagers were also in danger from a monstrous dragon, but they were on different shores, where their home wasn’t threatened. There wasn’t a human antagonistic element, a war leader out to conquer them. Toothless was taken from Hiccup, but it was by Hiccup’s father, not a power-hungry villain who hoped to demolish Hiccup’s people. In the first movie, we have two friends uniting, rather than finding a way to rebuild a destruction of trust, a rift.

THW didn’t give us a new level of shock and stakes beyond HTTYD 2. We saw things we’ve seen before - warlords, Toothless taken, Berk’s dragons taken, etc. - but not in an amplified or revamped enough form to feel like a great shock to viewers. It didn’t build up before enough, and it wasn’t built up enough during the climax… to feel deep tension.

And it’s part of why Hiccup deciding that Toothless should leave his side feels surreal and ungrounded. We’ve literally seen greater powers than this, and Hiccup’s response was, “We are the voice of peace, and bit by bit, we will change this world.”

If THW wanted the ending they gave us, they needed higher stakes, different stakes, revamped stakes. (Other things, too, but this included.) I know I’m not the only one who asked myself at first, “Wait, is this the climax?” when I got to it at THW. It’s because it didn’t build enough to something great enough to merit the end. HTTYD 2 did everything THW did, but better. HTTYD did basically what THW did, but better. Before you go out with a bang and change the entire status quo of the dragon world - taking dragons away from us - you have to give us a sense of stakes to match.

[tangentiallly]

the way he thinks about how he wants to know the truth here - i can FEEL so much of how he really, really wants to tell her, about the truth about himself, about why he's doing this. gaoshun is thinking about maomao's usefulness on their side and jinshi probably partially considered that as well (yes he's down bad but he's also, in many ways, a very logical, rational guy who analyzes things - maomao will also acknowledge this point about him multiple times later on). but aside from that, he just - wants her to know the real him. to know why he's doing this. wants her to understand ...... and his voice here just really gets to me. he so so so wants her to see the true side of him.

and, at this point maomao's very much "i don't want to know therefore i will NOT know" "i don't want to get into trouble by knowing anything that someone of my position shouldn't know". which is understandable - but also, it's interesting to note that, when she first knew him, she saw through his fakeness immediately, and when she saw his mask slipped she liked that side of him better.

as the series progressed she no longer was in the "i don't want to know anything" mindset. in LN9 we saw her reaction to Jinshi telling about about why he arranged his selection of personnel to go to the West that way.

even though her first thought was how she wished jinshi would treat her the same way he treated the quack, of not sharing anything unpleasant and just making the decisions without informing her, she immediately rejected the idea in her mind. she went on to think that he thought it would be best, and she herself also felt that this made her position easier, knowing the logic behind the decisions and her options available to her. she thinks of him as quite capable.

i just .... love how jinshi want to be real with her, want to be honest with her, and how maomao went from "i don't want to know anything i'm not noticing anything" to appreciating (sort of) him telling her his motives and reasonings.

"it was much easier to accept the answers he arrived at, even if they weren't perfect, knowing he thought things through". i am overwhelmed by so many feelings i love them.

maomao's reaction to the personnel selection for travelling west, in a way reminds me of what happened earlier in the same book (LN9) / last part of previous book. the branding. in both cases, maomao understood (whether through his explanation or her own grasp of the situation) why he did what he did, even if she's not pleased about it. she's pretty mad on both accounts, actually. she's angry he hurt himself in the branding incident (and also thinks he's selfish in doing so when the gyokuyou's and lihua's sons are both still so young), and she's angry at the personnel selection, of how jinshi used her to rope lakan in because he wants lakan's opinion on the west's situation and also because the western capital requested lakan, and now that she has to travel with lakan amongst the group, having to put up with lakan's presence.

but despite her anger - she still thought she could understand why he did what he did. still considered his decision logical and well-thought - and even considerate to her in a way. in the branding case, because maomao has expressed her reluctance at becoming the empress's enemy. in the travelling west case, she understood that he also did it for her safety, for lakan has many enemies that might try to do something to maomao, if left in the capital. in both cases, she recognized that he evaluated the situation from multiple angles, combining different goals together, different things he wanted to achieve and take care of, and put together a plan that satisfied all that. in both cases she acknowledged to herself that he acted based on a lot of considerations and logic, and it's not impulsive. and that he has thought about her in both cases. she's still mad, but she understood. jinmao my beloved .......

[arvhangel]

𐙚 ‎‎‎  oneshot.   Can you just shut him up for me, baby?

read with caution: violence, description of blood, miscommunication, season two rafe vibes, dealer!rafe, aggression, jealous!rafe, possession, fluff, murder, ends in a cliffhanger unless i get enough requests for a part two synopsis: reader has a obsessed ex, who's always texting her, she tells rafe "can you shut him up for me?" and he most literally shuts him up. my inspo for this was one of @bunnitalksxoxo's ai bots, but the obsessed ex idea is mine, pet names, the only description about the reader is that she wears pink and gets her nails done a lot.

The party was in full swing. Kildare's usual house parties, where no one really cared who was a Pogue or a Kook. Everyone was here for one of the many: to get wasted, high or laid. Sure, they say they're here to chill, not to have too many drinks. But that changes after the first shot or two. Solo cups and cheap beer that has a better affect than most. There was no music. Just a whole lot of chatter on sync. Nothing new. I wish I hadn't convinced Rafe to come here. But staying indoors was so boring. Now, he was nowhere to be found. I was sat alone, in a pink lace halter top. Sulking to myself, I hadn't seen my boyfriend in an hour. I had been taking shots of cheap ass beer out of boredom, which I stole from the kitchen. I didn't even know who's kitchen it was. My skin felt heated, like the sun rays had seemed itself into my skin. What was I, some sort of burning star up in the sky about to burst? My vision was blurry, my eyes felt so droopy. But I kept my eyes wide open, I wasn't planning on passing out. I didn't trust anyone here. So I walked around, and all of a sudden, I wish I hadn't worn such long inched heels. I convinced Rafe I could walk around in them. Now, I just have to convince myself. My manicured nails, that were dripped in baby pink scraped the walls, just so I could stand up straight. I peek over, my head tilting to see what was going on. I see Rafe there, sitting next to Barry. I didn't really know Barry, and Rafe didn't really let me know him either. Always rambling on about how he's not a good person, how I shouldn't talk to him when he's around. My eyes squint because my double vision was killing me right now. Rafe doesn't see me, not yet anyways. He's just talking to a few guys that look a bit old. There's coke, and I finally started getting the hang of what it looked like after dating Rafe for a few months. By instinct, my feet started moving towards Rafe, as I sat beside him, as he spoke to the other dealers. I cross my legs, my usual posture, then I rest my head on his shoulder. In an instant, his arm wraps on my shoulder, as he spoke, running his rough edged fingers into my hair. I felt relaxed. Knowing he was still attentive while talking, was aware of my presence. He kisses the top of my hair absentmindedly. It was one of his habits, I don't even think he realised it. But it never bothered me as such. As I scroll through Instagram, I kept getting messages from my ex, Eli. I let out a huff of annoyance, my eyes narrowing, as I roll my eyes. This was the fifth time this week, and I was so over it. At first, I found it funny. But he's been bothering so much this week. No matter how many times I blocked him, he always found my accounts on social media. This time, it was Instagram. First message? Fine, I ignored it. After a few minutes. Another one. Okay, I have patience. I'll ignore it. I tell myself after the next five messages he's sent me, and then I finally text him.

What I didn't know was that Rafe was silently reading all of this. I didn't know what he was feeling. Anger? Jealousy? Possessive? Was he finding this amusing? I didn't know. I glance over my shoulder, and I could see his eyes narrow at the particular message Eli sent: You're such a bitch. I sigh, already exhausted with the whole situation, and I hand Rafe my phone. "Can you just shut him up please? He's really getting on my nerves, and I've already got a headache." I mumble, my head buried in his chest. What I also didn't know that my simple question, my simple question which I had no violent intention inside it, was a loaded gun to Rafe's twisted mind. One hell of an opportunity for him. He gives a wide grin I didn't even see, my eyes were so droopy that I didn't even see that twitching glint in his eyes at my words. I don't know what he did with my phone after. I thought he sent a few threatening messages, nothing less. Or simply blocked.

HOURS LATER, RAFE'S BEDROOM. [mentions of blood] The sun was setting, I was so bored after that party, and I was slouched on my bed in Rafe's shirt that wasn't even my size, but it was warm and with Rafe's cologne smudged all over it. Gave me enough warmth than an actual bed. I was watching The Conjuring, that's how bored I was. Resorting to horror movies. That's when I hear, someone entering the house. A smile reaching my lips in an instant, as I thought of Rafe. But then it got eerily quiet. Maybe it was just that horror film feeling. Then I hear someone in the kitchen, cleaning up something. Out of my own boredom, and my own intrigue, I left my room, barefoot. My heart stops, and I scream so loudly, like the banshee type. I see Rafe, my boyfriend Rafe. Drenched in blood, the bangs on his face sticky on his skin, and he's draped in sweat and blood. His skin glistened, and the scent of blood was awful. His hands are bloodied and veiny, the veins look like they're about to burst if he doesn't stop clenching his fists. He's wiping a knife, and there's a trail of blood on the floor. "What the hell are you doing!" I scream, stepping back, and I feel blood on my feet, and I just wanted to run back into my room and turn off the Conjuring. There's this glint in Rafe's eyes that I never noticed before, and he's smiling. Usually, I love his smiles. It was adorable. Now it was just downright terrifying. "You told me you wanted me to shut him up for you, baby." He says.

written by @arvhangel™ please do not claim, steal, copy or repost my work as your own.

[cyborg-franky]

Dating advice with Doffy. Something I wrote in the style of a magazine column for Blonde Bombshells.

Citizens of Dressrosa! I, your handsome and wonderful ruler have once again decided to bless you all with my worldly knowledge and ever-flowing compassion and grace in the form of an advice column. I see many of you have taken the time out of your mundane lives to write me already! 

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Q: Doffy!  Noticed you always have so many pretty ladies, what’s your secret? I’ve been single for years and I just need to know how you do it?

A: Have you tried not to be ugly and boring? If you are less than a 4 I’m afraid your beyond help. If your at say, a 6 then a big bank account can do wonders for how women view you. Buy them something shiny, it will help distract them from your obvious flaws. 

Q: Young master, so I went on a date the other night and he never called me again. We got on really well, I’m even a model. I don’t want to brag but I’m a catch and this guy just doesn’t return my calls? How do you get over these sorts of problems?

A: Well, for starters, no one ever leaves me waiting, and what sort of model? Are we talking about hand modeling or underwear? At the bottom of this article is my number and I would be delighted to be the one to ghost you <3

Q: How do I get this guy to go out with me? I’ve asked a few times and he always tells me maybe! 

A: Have you considered armed henchmen to scare him a little? Thought about burning his house down? You have so many options if you just get a little creative.

Q: I wish people took more notice of me, I want to turn heads and have people fawning all over me! What do you suggest?

A: Wear bright colours, and big coats, the more feathers the better! If your outfit doesn’t leave a mess for the cleaner and his children's children to clean up, what’s the point? Also remember my golden rule. Tits and teeth! The bigger the better. Also, the tightest pants you can find is never a bad idea.

Q: Is a first date too early to sleep with someone?

A: Not at all! Sometimes I don’t even get past dinner.

Q: My partner doesn’t like that I have such a high body count, what do I do?

A: Double your number just to spite them. I’m free Friday~

Q: I keep asking this guy to team up with me and he keeps saying no! What do I do?

A: If anyone has the answer to this I’d also like to know.