#cool me seat liner

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Beat the Heat: A Comprehensive Look at Cool Seat Pro

Imagine this: the sun beats down mercilessly, turning your car seat into a scorching pan. Every errand feels like an endurance test, and long commutes become unbearable. But what if there was a solution? Enter Cool Seat Pro, a product promising to banish the fiery discomfort of hot car seats.

However, with a plethora of car cooling solutions out there, navigating the options can be overwhelming. Does Cool Seat Pro truly deliver on its promise of a cool and comfortable ride? Let's delve deeper into this product, separating fact from fiction to help you decide if it's the answer to your summer woes.

Please buy this product:-Cool Seat Pro

What is Cool Seat Pro?

Cool Seat Pro is an aftermarket car seat cooling system. While the specific technology might vary depending on the model, some common versions include:

·       Electric Fan System: This version plugs into your car's cigarette lighter and features a built-in fan that circulates air through the seat cushion, creating a cooling effect.

·       Peltier Effect System: This technology utilizes a thermoelectric cooler that draws heat away from the seat and dissipates it through the car's ventilation system. Some models might be rechargeable.

·       Water-Cooled Systems: These systems use a network of tubes filled with water or coolant that runs underneath the seat cover. They might require connection to an external cooler or an ice pack.

The Cool Claims: Unveiling the Potential Benefits

Cool Seat Pro boasts a range of benefits aimed at keeping you comfortable on even the hottest days:

·       Reduced Seat Temperature: This is the core function. The system aims to lower the seat temperature, providing a noticeable cooling effect.

·       Improved Comfort: By reducing seat heat, Cool Seat Pro promises to enhance your driving experience, making long commutes and errands more bearable.

·       Increased Air Circulation: Depending on the model, some Cool Seat Pro versions might improve overall air circulation within the car, promoting a more pleasant driving environment.

Investigating the Chill: Can Cool Seat Pro Deliver?

While the concept of a cool car seat sounds promising, it's important to consider a few factors:

·       Effectiveness Varies: The cooling effectiveness can depend on the specific Cool Seat Pro model and technology used. Fan-based systems might offer a milder cooling effect compared to Peltier effect systems.

·       Installation Considerations: Installation complexity can vary depending on the model. Some systems might require minimal effort, while others might involve removing the seat cover for proper installation.

·       Power Source and Maintenance: Electric models require a power source (cigarette lighter), while rechargeable models need charging. Water-cooled systems might require refilling or replacing the coolant.

Beyond the Chill: Realistic Expectations

It's crucial to approach Cool Seat Pro with realistic expectations. While it can provide a cooling effect, it might not completely transform your scorching car seat into an ice palace. Here are some things to keep in mind:

·       Cooling Power: Don't expect a dramatic temperature drop. The system aims to create a noticeable improvement, not a drastic change.

·       Time for Cooling: Depending on the system, it might take some time for the seat to cool down fully. Factor this in for short trips.

·       Car Interior Temperature: The effectiveness can be influenced by the overall heat within your car. Parking in shade and using window shades can significantly improve cooling.

The Verdict: Is Cool Seat Pro Worth the Investment?

Ultimately, the decision of whether to invest in Cool Seat Pro depends on your individual needs and driving habits. Here's a breakdown to help you decide:

Pros:

·       Enhanced Comfort: Cool Seat Pro can potentially make driving in hot weather more comfortable, especially on long journeys.

·       Variety of Options: Different models cater to varying budgets and preferences (electric, rechargeable, water-cooled).

·       Relatively Easy Installation: Some models boast user-friendly installation, requiring minimal effort.

Cons:

·       Variable Effectiveness: Cooling power can vary based on the model and technology used.

·       Power Source and Maintenance: Consider the ongoing need for power (electric models) or coolant refills (water-cooled models).

·       Realistic Expectations: Don't expect a drastic temperature change. It aims for a noticeable improvement.

Alternatives to Consider:

Before diving into Cool Seat Pro, explore these options:

·       Ventilated Car Seats: Some newer car models come equipped with built-in ventilated seats that offer a more integrated cooling solution.

·       Car Window Shades: Blocking direct sunlight from entering your car can significantly reduce the interior temperature.

·       Cooling Seat Covers: These breathable seat covers can offer a mild cooling effect and are often more affordable than Cool Seat Pro.

[matchadobo]

KIDD; kiss-proof lipstick review

warning/s: very fluff, fem reader, youtuber/streamer!kidd, shy!s/o, modern au, most nsfw thing could happen is an abrupt makeout

note: based from this -> post, smaller italicized texts are sub-bullets

kidd as a youtuber that normally does metal covers with his band (heat, killer, and wire)

has about a solid following of 100k subs bc they're just so cool

that is until his viewers asked for his makeup tut bc he always looks so bomb

his viewers have also requested fit checks like what he wears in a week

kidd forgot to mention that he has a s/o, which mildly upset a certain demographic who was ahem thirsty for him

you as his gf doesn't really mind if he talks to himself in front of his phone or camera on random times, but he always tells you a quick warning beforehand bc you sometimes appear on the bg of his vids/streamer

i also think that at some point, kidd does game streams bc he's lazy to edit. his fanbase supports any content he does whether it's just yap streams or food streams or band rehearsals

i feel like he always aims for competitive games that are pvp like MK, COD, league, etc. it just feeds his ego, and he enjoys trashtalking 😭 riling his opponent up and all that

it's all so funny, which explains his fanbase that tolerates his insufferable temper and jokes. it takes a certain kind of humor that other people might take as offensive

but the second he got sponsored by a punk make-up line, a pr box arrived at his doorstep bc he rarely checks his emails

he'd ask you to do a makeup stream with him, but you were too shy about it. especially after being the final boss of a certain demographic that is attracted to him 😭 but you never told him that. knowing him, he'll probably flip all of them off and cause drama

he'd start up stream, poorly introducing the products. you laughed to yourself at how bad he was at complimenting or kissing ass to the brand he legit has never heard of😭

kidd knows how to apply his makeup; shadow, liner, and lipstick. he tried on a purple and red shadow combo and his usual full eye liner.

his stream at that point became very chill, his fans loving every bit of his craft and how focused he was doing everything. especially at how he looked like afterward

"now we got- kiss-proof lipstick? they sent me a shit ton of fuckin' shades!" he showed a whole box of liquid lipsticks. laughing at the ridiculous amount.

his fanbase requested a test of the kiss proof on his palm, showing interest in the product

but kidd had different ideas. it might be a good way to hard launch you already.

his ig and twt already had pictures of you during dates, but your face was always hidden most of the time

"a test on my palm? oh boy, i have a better idea for that."

he'd call you, "babe! baby! c'mere a moment, i need ya a bit."

his chat would go: "babe?!?! omg hard launch?!", "omg here is his s/o!", "OH GOD KIDD YOU SLICK CHEEKY FUCK!"

you'd be scared for a bit, but kidd looked really excited. besides you also want to check out his makeup products.

"are we gonna do it together?" you muttered lowly, referring to the review

"kinda." he shrugged. "i just got one lil job for you, you'd love it promise."

you were skeptical at first but oh well. kidd lets you pick the lipstick of your choice, which was a bright red. it always looks good on him.

the chat was highkey going crazy when your body from neck below was showing

they also noticed how kidd started acting differently, he spoke softly and he had this meek smile while looking up at you

he lets you apply it on him. you were now seating with the seat he pulled to let you down. the chat now being able to see you. you waved a hi shyly, and man the view count started going up

twt was already full of you guys 😖

kidd then fanned his lips, waiting for the product to dry.

"ok, what's next?" you asked, popping the lid close

"this." he grabbed the back of your head and kissed you on stream. holding the kiss pretty good in there, smirking through it as he did so, before sucking on your lips open

you were too flustered and frozen but he even had the audacity to angle his head the other way to continue kissing you

it was pretty fucking lewd, he was really getting in there

but you, you melted from his lips and his firm grip on your nape

the chat and stream lagged at the amount of chats and view counts increasing exponentially

once he pulled away after a good 2 minutes, he turned to the screen and said, "so? it really is kiss proof, aye?" he bursted out laughing at your reaction which was the same when he started kissing you 🤣

the chat also went hysterical, both from freaking out with the both of you and your reaction

you honestly didn't mind, you half expected it. it's kidd we're talking about🤣 because kidd did it as a flex and as a fuck you to his haters (especially those who were targeting you)

you had to excuse yourself which resulted to even more comedic response from kidd at how cute you are. you were burning red btw

you later come back to tell kidd and chat that you're okay, and you plan to get back on him for that

JASDHSAJDJSAJDSA I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!!! JUST DID THIS LAST NIGHT

[fayes-fics]

Impertinent

2k Celebration Masterpost

Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x fem!reader

Summary: Sneaking around Aubrey Hall in the dead of night brings you right into the path of one Viscount...

Warnings: very suggestive content, nudity, teasing and touching, Viscount being a total menace but mostly a gentleman.

Word Count: 1.4k (250-word drabbles... I'm HILARIOUS)

Authors Note: Seventh in my 2k follower celebration drabble request fills for @colettebronte with the prompt “You heard me. Take. It. Off.” (ask here). This ended up quite tame, but I enjoyed writing him as a tease. Unbetaed. Enjoy! <3,

You know it's not the right thing to do. To be snooping around Aubrey Hall in the dead of night. But you cannot resist it. As everyone sleeps, you wander silently, tiptoeing around in just your nightgown, the light of the moon streaming through the large windows to guide you. It feels elicit, exciting even. Exploring the home of the man you hope to marry, Viscount Anthony Bridgerton. You have danced and promenaded a few times; this early invitation to spend time with his family ahead of the rest of the Ton bodes well.

You pause at the door of his private study, then, with a fortifying breath, turn the handle and slip into the room. Warm embers glow in the fireplace, and the smell of cigars and expensive whiskey hangs in the air. It is so masculine and so Anthony you can't help but drift to the sizeable imposing desk and take a seat, fingers running over the wood, picturing him sitting right where you are, working hard on something important or other. It makes you lean back, something stirring in your body, just the thought of him arousing.

It's then you notice there is material draped around the back of the large leather chair—one of his velvet, tailed jackets. It smells of spicy cologne, and before you know it, your nose is buried in the material, drawing deep breaths, the scent making your thighs rub together. Something compels you to want to wear it, to feel it against your skin. 

With a boldness you thought yourself scarcely capable of, you stand up and whip off your nightgown, reaching to slip on the jacket. You luxuriate in the feeling of the luxury satin liner against your bare flesh, how it cools your back, snags your pebbled nipples, and how the velvet collar tickles your neck. The front may sit at waist height on him, but on you, the material skims the apex of your thighs, catching deliciously in the patch of hair you have there.

So wrapped up in the sensation of being surrounded by him, by his scent, you don’t hear the door open until it's too late.

“What in the…?” 

You startle and spin around to see there in the doorway is the man himself, Viscount Anthony Bridgerton, casual in just a loose white shirt and his britches with braces slung around his legs. You are caught, red-handed. The power of speech has abandoned you, so you just stand there, a rabbit caught in his crosshairs, guilt, fear and shame flooding your system.

He stalks into the room further now and inhales sharply when he rounds a chair to see an unencumbered view of you, entirely nude except for his jacket. His gaze is heavy, sliding down your body sweeping your bare legs, then fixing on where the fabric only just covers you.

“Take it off,” he orders. 

You almost jump out of your skin at the tone and the gruffness. Your arms and hands incapable of moving; there are few charged moments when Anthony just stares at you.

 “You heard me. Take. It. Off.” This time it's even lower, a growl, predatory, enthralling.

And you scramble to obey, shucking the jacket from around your shoulders and letting it hit the floor with an audible thump. Entirely naked now, his responding noise has your thighs instantly damp.

“How impertinent to let yourself into my private study,” his voice surly as he prowls towards you. You freeze to the spot, your hands flying to protect your modesty. “Oh, it’s a little late for that now,” he chuckles darkly, “put your hands back at your sides right now.”

And you do. Casting your gaze to the floor as your cheeks heat. His stare is so heavy it feels like a robe you wear. Soon he is so close you can smell the same cologne that clung to his jacket but this time from his skin.

He circles behind you, and you gasp as he crouches down; it takes you a second to realise he is picking up his jacket, where you carelessly disposed of it onto the floor.

“Tell me, why would you put on my jacket while nude?” he queries, lingering there, and you shudder as his hot breath glances over your bare bottom cheeks as he does so, still behind you.

“I…I… I wanted to try it on,” you stumble, your voice far too quiet.

“And you had to take off your nightgown to do so?” he snarks, and both of your eyes cut to the side where your gown lays in a heap.

“It seemed like luxurious material,”  you confess, head still bowed, starting at the rug as if it fascinates you. “I wanted it against my skin,” those last few words are barely audible.

“You do not have velvet clothes of your own you could try this with?” he throws out, still behind you, that breath still hot over your cheeks; in fact, you swear it’s closer now.

“Yes, but…” you trail off, having no good excuse. Unable to think of a lie, you screw your eyes shut and decide on the truth “... they do not smell like you.”

You jolt and make a noise of sheer surprise as he pitches forward, and his teeth land on your cheek, inhaling deeply.

“At last…” he growls, scraping his canine over the globe of your bottom, “she admits to it.”

“To what?” you murmur as his wet tongue pokes out, soothing the spot he had touched with his teeth as you tremble.

“That you want me just as much as I want you.”

Your whole body shudders as he runs his tongue up the length of your spine, climbing to his feet, your toes curling, scrunching into the thick wool pile, as he unfurls to his full height behind you. You wish you had something nearby to grab onto; it feels as if you could topple over, the rush of blood to your head so intense.

“Are you a maiden?” his mouth is now hot on your ear.

“Yes.”

“And you have never had a man run his tongue over your body like that before, have you?” his voice dark and laced with bemusement.

“No,” you admit.

A warm hand lands on your shoulder as he stands behind you, and again you jump—your body aflame, your nipples pebbling hard, goosebumps breaking out down your arms.

“And I presume no man has touched your naked body?” 

“No, my lord,” your addition of his title makes him take a sharp breath.

“Good,” he snarls, sounding possessive,

His hand rounds your shoulder and starts to sink lower, mapping over the outer end of your clavicle as you try to school your body, trying to stay still, so completely overwhelmed by what is happening. When warm fingertips brush the top of your breast, you begin to tremble.

“Do you know what could happen to mischievous young maidens who break into men’s offices?” It's just a deadly rumble now while his fingers inch fractionally lower, so close to your nipple that it aches to be touched.

You are incapable of answering, so you shake your head a little, his nose bumping your ear.

“You are lucky, Miss y/l/n, that I am mostly a gentleman,” he purrs, “mostly.” 

You shiver as he circles your areola with featherlight touch but never crosses onto it, your heart pounding from the tease.

“I suggest you grab your nightgown and run now,” he advises, sounding like he is fighting his urges, his hand stilling in its motion.

“What if that is the opposite of what I wish?” you can barely believe you found the gall to utter your thought aloud, staring straight ahead at the bookcase, not daring to look down at his hand on your body.

His lips brush the shell of your ear, and it's like being struck by lightning.

“Leave now,” he whispers, “you may return tomorrow evening. Exactly as you are.”

“Why then?” you frown, disappointed as his hand drops from your flesh.

“Because then we shall be publically betrothed… and nothing should stop us.”

Your world spins, and you have to lock your knees to stop your swoon. “What…?”

“You heard me,” he says for the second time tonight, this time with a smug tone, stepping away and handing you your nightgown over your shoulder.

You take a faltering step forward and quickly pull on your nightgown, finally turning to face him again, and it steals your breath. His pupils are dilated, his cheeks flushed, his mouth damp and open.

“Until tomorrow, Miss y/l/n….” he gestures to the door and still utterly dumbfounded, you stumble towards it.

You cannot wait for tomorrow. 

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[iamthatonefangirl]

harvey specter headcanons pt. 3

i'm running out of ideas maybe it's time for me to write an actual fic. i love hiding behind my little one-liners or individual paragraphs i'm too insecure to post real fics. it's okay tho i am loving getting back into writing

part one

part two

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harvey specter, who is subconsciously obsessed with always resting his hand on your back. who does it without even noticing he’s doing it—whether you’re taking a stroll, or he’s holding a door open and ushering you in, or sitting in his lap having sex—he’s always got his hand on the small of your back. 

harvey specter, who never misses an opportunity when he sees it. if you’re bending over or preoccupied with a task, he’s always going to take the chance to smack your ass.

harvey specter, who sees red when he sees you shaking hands with travis tanner in the lobby. who keeps his cool as he walks up to you, wrapping his arm around your waist and questioning tanner, what are you doing here? 

harvey specter, who finally gets the chance to see you in action at work. when confronted by another employee, you stand your ground and don’t take any shit from him. who has never been more proud or turned on by it. 

harvey specter, who joins you in the shower to wash your hair for you after a long day at work, or (and) after an intense gym session. who you return the favor to by massaging his back after his own exhausting days or workouts. 

harvey specter, who finally opens up to you about his issues with his mother. who pulls you closer when you tell him that you agree with him on the matter, that he did the best he could with the cards he was dealt. who sheds a few tears when you tell him it’s not your fault, baby. 

harvey specter, who will forever wish you would have been able to meet his father. who is glad that you get to have the relationship with your mother that he never had with his own. who hopes your father isn’t completely appalled that his daughter’s boyfriend is closer to his age than yours. 

harvey specter, who finally agrees to a vacation. who takes you to all the places you’ve always wanted to travel to but never had the opportunity to go. who lets you pick all the destinations and outings you’ll have, while he makes sure the first class seats and five-star hotels and high-end restaurant dinners are booked far in advance. who would only ever let you travel with such luxury. 

harvey specter, who supports all of your dreams. who knows that not now, but in the next few years, you may be looking for a career change. who is ready to sacrifice whatever is necessary to support you through the schooling you may have to go through to make such a change. 

harvey specter, who knows that you’re not ready to get married. who knows that you’re far too young to get married. but who knows that he’s not getting any younger, and doesn’t know how to respect your youth while planning for his future. who worries that while you might be his happy ending, to you, he might be a stepping stone to where you’ll be in ten years. who thinks that you might pass him by, and who knows he has no choice but to support you if life takes you away from him. who knows he’ll never move on, even if you do. 

harvey specter, who knows that you both work too much. who knows that you spend all your free time and weekends together. between his love of his work, his friendships with his colleagues, and his relationship with you, he is satisfied. but he knows you are far more social than he is, and he will encourage you to go to spa nights and girls trips with friends. who is proud that you have a life that you love, and he will always be there to supplement whatever you need to keep it that way. 

nsfw ones:

harvey specter, who would put your pleasure above his every time. who is happy to service you. who can’t get off until he knows he’s pleased you to your satisfaction. 

harvey specter, who knows that you’re more game to try things out than his other partners. call it a benefit of your youth, if he might. 

harvey specter, who takes off his button-down shirt and dresses you in it. who binds your wrists together with his necktie and teases you for what feels like forever, before fitting his index and middle fingers into your mouth. who finally slips those two fingers into your underwear and ever so faintly begins to touch, whispering into your ear: does that feel good? hmm? just relax… i’m not going anywhere, sweetheart.

[sciencebecameouraddiction]

May you write a Husk x Reader headcannon or imagine where Husk finds himself attracted to a new girl working at the hotel and tries his best to flirt & impress her?

i totally went for head cannons with this. I just love this idea too. husk trying to impress the new girl? 😭

this may be a bit ooc for dear husk; so forgive me if it is! i pulled a lot from what i think he would have been too as an overlord.

- husk is cool. like he plays it cool

- i dont think he be all that flustered on the outside

- definitely a smooth, one liner kinda guy.

- so when the new girl catches his attention

- game on.

- he’s got your drink. or drinks if you order differently for different moods.

- and if you do order different drinks for when you have different moods, like maybe a cocktail for when you’re sad, hot chocolate when you wanna remember home and a whiskey neat is your go to kinda thing, he’ll know. he makes that correlation and will ask you what’s up if need be.

- because he’s super observant

- really gives me the vibe of his way of showing love and affection is acts of service.

- he’ll have your drink ready when you get to the bar

- save a seat next to him for group sessions and it will be where you love to sit

- as it gets further along, he’ll show off a little. he wants to show you all that he can offer

- you get into some trouble, he’s there to protect you.

- bottle tricks? only for you because he loves to see your eyes light up

- and flirting??? smooth so damn smooth.

- like he’ll get into a mood and be the suavest dude ever

- and he’ll slip in a little “baby” here and there and watch you SWOON.

- “here ya go baby.”

- “gotcha this for ya doll.”

- just damn. wow. omg.

[partycatty]

dark star johnny hatefucking his gf/bf over the balcony in his mansion, and acting like he’s gonna drop them off of the balcony if they misbehave in any way

this one has been SIMMERINGGGG in my inbox ive been too excited to write it LOLOL, also i changed this prompt just a smidge

dark star!johnny cage > fall for me

warnings: SMUT AS FUCK, UR LIFE IS BEING THREATENED BUT UR INTO IT LOL, again ds!jc is just literally insane !! also exhibitionism !! and also cnc !! jesus this man needs hella warnings!

notes: IM SORRY U GUYS HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR SO LONG YOU ALL HAVE BEEN SO PATIENT SO IM REWARDING YOU

part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 6*

[ masterlist ]

• dark star!johnny has a short temper, one he enjoys putting out on you. oftentimes, you didn't actually do anything, he's just mad at the idea of you going against him and that's typically enough to rile him up alone.

• this time around, you were a whopping ten minutes behind getting ready for one of his A-List parties. something about your makeup just didn't feel right no matter how many times you applied your eyeshadow or concealer, so adjustment after adjustment left johnny tapping his foot outside of the bedroom door.

• "baby~," he'd sing-song shout from the crack of the door. "this party is a big networking deal for me, and you're already fucking it up~!"

• "i didn't fuck anything up," you reply from the vanity seat, trying to focus on your lip liner. "we'll be on time, you baby."

• "don't you talk back to me!" he slams his palm again the wood, making you jump and, yet again, smear your liner. your lower your head to the vanity, bumping your forehead against the surface with a sigh.

• he eventually unlocks the bedroom door using his master key and ushers you out of the door with the temper of a toddler. his hand grabs your upper arm as you're placed into his luxury car and he drives off with a huff.

• johnny refuses to speak to you the entire time you're at the party, mostly ignoring you to bump shoulders with directors and writers. he wouldn't ever publically admit it, but roles were running dry as his agent turned up with no jobs, so he brought it up to himself to make some damn money.

• will probably call you the "ball and chain" or "the missus" in a super objectifying way as he gestures at you, trying to make the older higher-ups laugh. you had enough of it.

• deciding no longer to be his personal punchline, you wander away from the bustling, hot celebrity room and find a balcony. you were always the one to prefer fresh, open air and city skylines while johnny would rather be the one in the midst of the aforementioned city. you took advantage of this independence and leaned over the glass, savoring in the way the wind cools your damp skin.

• you only get to enjoy a few minutes in the quiet bliss before you hear the door slide open. at first, you expect it to be another partygoer hoping to squeeze in a quick smoke break, but you're horribly disappointed to be ripped from your tranquility by none other that your boyfriend.

• johnny stands at the door, fists clenched and jacket swirling in the wind. his eyes look dark, his brows furrowed.

• "where'd you go?" he asks, crossing his arms.

• you look at him like he's stupid (because he is). "the balcony?" you reply. johnny shakes his head.

• "that's not what i meant."

• "well, i left your side because i was tired of being shit on for an hour straight."

• "nobody's shitting on anyone!" johnny throws his arms in the air at your admittance, like he had no idea how cruel he was being. "they're just jokes! you're being dramatic. i thought you loved attention."

• "johnny-" you pinch your nose. "i have literally never said that."

• "but you show it! through your actions!"

• "oh my god, you're delusional," you turn away from him with a groan, trying to ignore the whiny bastard behind you. that proves a hard task when you hear his boots step up behind you, his arms wrapped around your waist and head buried in your neck.

• "you know i want you here," he mumbles into your skin, rocking you gently. you turn your face away from him, not falling for his charm.

• "you don't show it," you mutter in response, trying to take a step away from him but his grasp only strengthens.

• "i could," he hums, pressing his front to your backside. "or i could punish you for making us late."

• you swivel your head, craning your neck to glare at him. "seriously? now?" he breathes into your neck, agreeing breathlessly. "no, johnny. not here. people will see."

• "isn't that the fun part?" he grunts, grinding his hips into your ass. "don't be boring. you've been boring all night."

• his hands hike up your skirt hungrily, exposing your nearly-naked ass to the cold air. you shiver and yelp out, which only makes you jump back against him even harder. he shudders at the contact.

• "come on," he whispers, hands snaking up to squeeze your chest. "don't make me be mean. you know i don't like being mean to you." his fingers find your hardened nipples, massaging them with pinched fingers.

• attempting to crane your neck to ensure the balcony's doors are locked, johnny notices your diverted attention and holds your jaw, angling it out toward the city.

• "you see that?" he breathes, now fully grinding against you. "that's my city, baby. i'm the king of hollywood, isn't that right?"

• "i guess," you reply, gasping at his erection sliding against you.

• SMACK! johnny didn't like that answer. you lurch forward from the hard slap to your ass.

• "say it," he growls, biting your neck. "or i'm gonna make you."

• "you're the king of hollywood," your voice is comically flat, exhausted from always having to gas him up for the dumbest things. johnny picks up on your unenthusiastic tone and spins you around by your hips, sitting you on the balcony ledge. his lips latch onto your throat, sucking and biting hungrily.

• his fingers danced on your panties, sliding them aside. as much as you wanted to be annoyed with him, he is so unimaginably fine. and you're the type of person that likes to be manhandled. both traits he ate up.

• before you could say anything more, johnny's fingers dove into your mouth, collecting a good amount of your saliva before using it on your pussy, shoving two fingers inside making you cry out in surprise.

• "not here, right?" he breathes, savoring the way your breathing gets heavier and your skin warms from his touch. "then we'd better be quick. and quiet." his fingers scissor inside of you, making you moan with a hand shut over your lips.

• johnny was impatient, not finding any joy in fingering you, so he glanced behind him to ensure the coast was clear before whipping his dick out, holding his shirt up by his teeth. he lined himself up, eyes focused on your bodies merging rather than your expressions.

• didn't matter how many times you get it on, you will never be fully ready for how long his dick is. while not the thickest, it just feels seemingly endless as it's embracing your walls.

• he spins you around again, throwing your front over the balcony ledge and holding you by your hips. surely, if he were to let go, you'd fall. and it wasn't a short drop.

• "fuck," he hissed as his tip met your entrance. "i control you, isn't that right?"

• a distant "mhm" slips from your lips as johnny shoves himself inside again with a slapping thrust. his gasp slides into whimper territory as he bottoms out.

• "fuck yeah i do," he growls, now going at an unholy pace. he hated the progression of sex - it was either all or nothing. "could drop you right now."

• you're pulled from your lust when you look down, noticing the rocky way down to a small river. damn these celebrities and their hillside mansions. you swallow thickly, hoping he was joking.

• "please don't," you beg in a whisper, interrupted by gasps with each thrust. "please don't let go."

• johnny could only laugh loudly at your plea, bruising your hips with his grip as he ruthlessly pounded. he was sticking true to his word about being quick, because his breakneck pace was making your cunt flutter.

• "nobody would even notice," he moans, his shirt dropping from his teeth and falling back down his front. "i'm the star."

• "you're the star," you parrot in a sick mix of lust and fear. "you're my everything."

• "i could fucking throw you off for making us late. could drop you — haah — you like it when i play god, don't you? you wanna fall for me, baby?"

• his brows knit and eyes screw shut as he finds his release inside of you. you try hard to not laugh at the fact that his own dirty talking is making him close. his grip loosens as he concentrates, and you fearfully try to hold yourself against the balcony so you don't topple forward.

• "joh— john—" you worriedly look down again, your stomach flipping as it nears an orgasm - and potential death. "johnny, please—"

• "hmm?" johnny tilts his head, a cocky smirk on his lips and exposing his beautiful pearly white teeth.

• your brain feels torn in half. you want to beg him to hold on, but you also want to cum so badly. unable to decide on an outcome, your voice sputters out pathetic begs, not entirely coherent as your mind grows foggy with an overwhelming amount of emotion.

• thankfully, your body decides for you. your knees buckle inward and his hold on you tightens. you cry out, cumming around his dick as your voice echoes through the hills. you swear a flock of birds takes off from how loudly you orgasm.

• "haah — don't fucking fall—" johnny's hands pull you impossibly closer. "not when i'm clo— ngh —"

• you find no peace after finishing, just johnny's hips slamming into your ass as his pants grow uneven. it's not long before he spills inside of you, holding you there as you're filled up.

• johnny's the first one to pull away, pulling out and making you whimper from the emptiness. you turn around to face him, your ass still bare, red, and spilling with semen. his phone's in his hand when he snaps a couple photos of this puppy eyed look.

• "you look so pathetic," he laughs, the flash of his camera making you shield your eyes. "i bet hollywood heard those moans. all thanks to me."

• you pull up your own panties and johnny visibly twitches seeing a droplet of his cum seep through. shockingly, he places a quick, chaste kiss to your lips.

• "and you're welcome for not dropping you," he winks with a toothy grin, thinking it was some kind of joke. a deep, dark part of you knew he probably genuinely considered dropping you. you were just lucky you were only ten minutes late, who knows what he'd do if you were an hour late.

• as you're pondering your life and near-death experience, johnny returns to the party, waiting for you at the door. it would be best if you stuck by him for the rest of the party.

[frenchkisstheabyss]

♡ｐｉｅｃｅ ｏｆ ｍｙ ｈｅａｒｔ♡

♡ Pairing: best friend!felix x chubby!fem!reader

♡ Summary: During a cute night at the carnival with your best friend you discover that his feelings for you run deeper than you once thought.

♡ Genre: fluff/smut

♡ Word Count: 1.6kish

♡ Warnings: fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, lix is a lil possessive

Felix wishes you’d believe him when he tells you how beautiful you are. He watches, hypnotized, as the flashing lights of the ferris wheel bathe you in pink. Green. Purple. Blue. The blue is his favorite. It seems to cool your skin in the hot summer night. He adores everything about you from the arch of your nose to the way your cheeks perk up when you smile.

You take his hand, pulling him into the seat that the attendant directs you to. This is normal, you’ve done it for years, but it never fails to make his heart flutter. As the ferris wheel begins to move you make him promise to erase your browser history if you don’t make it off this thing alive. “You’re not gonna die” he laughs, “But sure.”

You continue talking. About what? He doesn’t know. It’s not that what you’re saying isn’t important. Everything you say to him is gospel. It’s just that tonight you’re wearing the dress he brought you for your birthday and he’s distracted by how flawlessly it hugs the curves of your body. It’s an off the shoulder dress in your favorite color that flares out at the waist.

Your lips are painted to match and your wingtip liner highlights the shape of your eyes. Before you left the apartment you complained that you didn’t think you did a good job. Felix thinks you did wonderfully. You always do. Tilting his head to get a better look at you, a faint smile emerges on his freckled face. “What?” you ask, narrowing your eyes at him, “What’s wrong?”

Felix shakes his head, brushing hair out of his eyes, “Nothing. Can’t I look at you?” You fold your arms across your chest, staring out at the crowds navigating the carnival below. “For what? There’s not much to look at.” “I don’t know. I think there’s a lot to look at.” He can see how flustered you are. You get this way every time he flirts with you. He wonders how you can pretend after all these years that he’s only messing with you.

As the ferris wheel stops you have his hand in yours again, hurrying over to a game booth. It’s one of those setups where you have to throw a ball at a pyramid of, probably weighted, bottles to win a prize. You have your heart set on an oversized plushie of a chick that you swear reminds you of Felix. “They rig these games, you know?” he mumbles but still puts his money up to play for you.

He loses the first time, the second, and the third. On the fourth he finally makes it, winning you your prized plushie for triple the money it’s worth. The attendant, a college aged girl in a pair of heart shaped glasses, winks at you as she hands over your prize. “Most guys give up after the first few times. Seems like a real sweetheart. Hang onto him.” Felix can sense that he’s turning red, “We should take that to the car, yeah?”

The walk back to the car is a quiet one. You usually can’t shut up when you’re around each other but what the attendant said lingers in your minds. Felix holds the back door open for you to throw your plushie in. You hold it to your chest like a kid who’s afraid of the dark. “Lix…” you start, his name almost melodic on your tongue. Felix leans against the passenger’s side door, studying you intently. “Yeah?”

“Why do you say all of those things about me?” “What things?” “You know, like, when you say that I’m pretty or beautiful or…” “Because you are.” You hold the chick even tighter, clearly thrown off by the sincerity in your voice. Had you expected something different? Felix turns to you, draping his arms over the open door, “Why do you ask?” “I-I don’t know. Forget it. It’s stupid.” “Stupid?” he asks, pinching your plump cheeks,

“Nothing you say is ever stupid.” “Cut it out” you giggle, swatting his hand away. He can’t let you play it off this time. Not like you always do. He eases the door shut, giving you enough time to move out of the way. “Tell me” he almost begs, removing the plushie that stands between you. Your body’s paralyzed as he presses you against the car, lips hovering dangerously close to your ear.

You take a deep breath, bracing yourself for rejection, “I asked in case you actually…liked me.” “Mmm” he hums against your neck, “I so much more than like you.” Your body shivers as he drags his lips to meet yours. He captures your mouth with his, the remnants of the lollipop he had earlier adding a hint of sweetness to the kiss. “I love you, y/n, more than anything” he confesses, his free hand stroking your exposed thigh.

Caught up in a moment you never thought would happen, you surrender to the feelings you’ve suppressed all these years. You take his face into your hands, staring him straight in the eyes, “Me too.” Felix opens the back door, shoving your plushie into the front seat. He climbs into the backseat and guides you onto his lap. Your tongues are down each other’s throats before he can even close the door.

Felix’s hands slip up your dress, caressing your plush figure in a way he only had in his fantasies. Years of convincing yourself that someone as ethereal as him could never want a girl like you are proven in an instant to be a lie. Felix kisses you…touches you…holds you like you’re the most precious flower in the garden. To him you truly are. Burying his face between your breasts, he runs his tongue along your cleavage while his hands are busy unzipping your dress.

Not all the way down. Just enough for your breasts to fall out, fluffy and warm, against his chin. You arch your back, inviting him to do as he pleases with them. Felix wraps his tongue around your bud, eyes fixed on the pretty faces you make when he swirls it in one direction then the other. With one hand latched onto your ass, the other creeps down between your thighs.

Felix’s pointer finger teases the soaked center of your smooth, satin panties. “Is this all for me? Hmm?” “Yes” you answer, lower than he’d prefer. He pushes your panties to the side, dipping a finger into your warmth. “Let me hear you say it” he growls, adding another finger. You gasp, thighs trembling as your walls clench around his fingers. “So…wet…for you. All for you.” you moan into his neck, drowning in his scent.

He releases your bud, trailing moist kisses back up to your mouth. He parts his fingers in a V shape, spreading your core open for him. “You’re so fucking perfect. You know that?” You shake your head, “I’m not.” Felix drives his fingers even further into your core, making your body shudder. “But you are, y/n. Don’t you hear yourself?” Felix closes his eyes, taking in every sound you let out from him fingering your moistened core. 

No one’s ever touched you like this before. Felix plays your pleasure points as if they’re an instrument he’s mastered over years, decades even. You lay your hand against his chest, taking your time exploring his well defined muscles before resting on the thick print of his cock in his jeans. “No more fingers. I wanna feel you.” You unzip his pants and reach into his boxers, introducing your hand to his throbbing length.

He lets out something between a moan and a sigh of relief. Whatever it is, it’s the sexiest noise you’ve ever heard him make. Sliding his cock out of his pants, you poke the precum coated tip at your entrance. A clear signal for him to remove his fingers. Felix takes the hint, dragging his fingers out of you. You sink down onto him immediately, relishing in how he swells even more when he’s inside of you.

Felix feels like he’s losing it as you raise your ass up the slightest bit before lowering yourself back down around him. He moves his hips in rhythm with yours, desperate to feel as much of you as he can. You bite down on your lip, struggling to process the feeling of electricity coursing through your veins. Felix rests his forehead against your chest, twirling your nipple between his fingers.

“You’re mine now. No one else can have you. No one. Promise me.” Stroking his hair, you lean his head back against the seat, “I promise.” Your promise comes out in a drawn out whine as you continue to ride him. “I p-promise. Fuck, I’m gonna…ah…” Felix slides down a little more, hands digging into your hips. “I’ve got you. Cum, baby.” Your muscles twist in a series of intricate knots before you find yourself unraveling in his arms.

“Keep going…more…please” you whimper, greedy for every second of your high you can get. He indulges you, pumping into you until every inch of your sensitive pussy is twitching. Felix cries out, holding you as close to him as you had your dear sweet plushie, sending rope after rope of cum into your warmth. Even as his body weakens, he can’t bear to pull out of you.

He has to feel you…all of you…until there’s nothing left in him. You come down together, gasping for air in each other’s arms. Wrapping your arms around him, you kiss his forehead, “Open a window before we die.” Felix bounces you up and down on his lap, thoroughly enjoying the jiggle.

“And…then” he says, applying delicate kisses to your shoulder, “We…go…again?” You nod in agreement, more than willing to give yourself to Felix as long as he’d have you. Heaven on earth for a man intent on never letting you go.

[s-4pphics]

dial. 1 (e.w.)

wc;cw: 3.2k, all ocs r black coded<3, fratadjacent!ellie, she has community dick, dina being mawtha, mentions of psychs, weed n alcohol so dubcon, bad parties, light smut MDNI, pussy eating, err exhibitionism a lil bit, mentions of porn LOL

“Hand me my mascara, pleeease.” 

“… Lemme connect to the speaker then.” 

You sighed in exasperation at your roommate’s bargaining, placing the blaring device into her devious hands before snatching your mascara from her. She was puffing from her dab as she connected it to her phone, her playlist blasting through your small, shared space. 

HOW YOU WANNA FUCK WIT’ A STAR—

Niah returned to her ironing board, slicing and altering her ugly Christmas sweater so it was as revealing as possible. You should’ve followed in her lead; you were already burning up from your vanity lights and long, furry sleeves. 

You never attended holiday themed parties because they were the most packed, but Niah threatened to set your limited-edition vinyl set on fire if you didn’t show up. You did want to protect your rare records, but you were also planning to attend anyway for more selfish reasons. 

You hoped Dina didn’t hate you too much. 

Your good friend didn’t hesitate to scold you in person a couple of weeks ago, bursting into your room with a full IHOP platter and a sharp tongue. She was much calmer when she returned to her room after screaming at you, but you understood her initial anger. You definitely made a mistake. A pretty big mistake. 

Didn’t I tell your stupid ass to leave her alone! You don’t fucking listen, that’s your problem. 

Were you wrong for letting Dina’s best friend rearrange your guts in her roommate’s bed? Yes, without a doubt! 

Were you going to fuck her again despite her warnings? Absolutely! She fucks too good and finals are around the corner. You need a destressor!

Dina was able to let it go after reprimanding you, but you knew that she felt a bit uncomfortable whenever you two were in a room together. It wasn’t due to your private relationship, but because Ellie was a degenerate slut that greeted you by pinching your ass instead of waving like a normal person! 

You and Ellie’s newfound… friendship? Situation? You weren’t sure what the fuck this was. What do you call fucking someone you barely know four times a week and then seeing them in their Starbucks uniform every morning on your way to class? The main topic of conversation is always either can I get two cream cheeses instead of one? or hold this blunt so I can make you squirt. 

You know she likes turtles! She has a small tattoo of one right under her ear! You couldn’t stop poking it when she drove you back to your building after digging you out in her car last week. 

You knew Ellie had a reputation on campus for being a shroom-slinging whore, but she’s… more than that! She’s so funny! And cool. And pretty. And a sweet-talker and—

… You may have developed a little crush on her since you started fucking. You haven’t felt these high school butterflies since you were in high school. 

Plus, she rolls up for you sometimes! That counts for something, right?

You applied your mascara, wiggling in your desk chair excitedly while you downed the rest of your shot. You choked down the burning liquid, and your phone went off. 

You sucked your teeth, turning in your seat to face an occupied Niah as she bobby-pinned her Santa hat onto her head. 

“Did you tell Dina t’come early? It’s not even eleven.” 

She looked over her shoulder at you, “Nah, is she coming?” 

“She’s almost here,” you showed your best friend the messages, and she shook her head, hastily retreating to the mirror to straighten her appearance. And show more cleavage!

“This bitch, I tell you.” 

You poured and downed two more shots for good luck, smudged your liner, and shoved your phone into your jean shorts pocket. You sprinted over to your roomie and slapped her ass with a bright grin, making her snort. 

“You’re a hoe. Hand me my phone.” 

You grabbed the plush on her hips and thrusted into her ass, “I’m getting fuuucked, I’m getti—“

She laughed hard, “Get off me!” 

You squealed and jumped in elation before Dina rang your line and summoned the both of you downstairs. 

The music was the main reason you hated Christmas-themed parties. How are you supposed to bump and grind to The Little Boy that Santa Clause Forgot?! 

You, Niah, and Dina had been party-hopping for the last hour, and you were bored out of your fucking minds! You were more interested in watching the burning ash falling from Niah’s blunt than this packed house. 

The soccer house disappointed you. And you’re still horny! 

Dina grabbed you and Niah’s hands and ushered you onto the just as packed front porch, littered with drunk people singing and dancing in the middle of the blocked-off street. This seemed more fun than the party! 

You could see Jesse and his friends out of the corner of your eye, so you grabbed your friends’ arms and dragged them down the slippery steps; You were so desperate for entertainment that you surged through the freezing cold like nothing. 

“Jesse!” You waved your arms excitedly as you jogged up to him. 

Dina’s boyfriend whipped his head around and smiled once he saw you and the girls rushing up. You saw Ellie out of the corner of your eye, draped in her Nutcracker sweater that read CRACK DEEZ NUTZ in large white letters and an antler headband. She looked you up and down… a few times as she gawked at your bare legs. You were so happy you decided to risk hypothermia and wear fishnets!

Pretend you don’t see her! Don’t look desperate!

You threw your arms around an extremely high Jesse before greeting the rest of the soccer team with polite hugs. All except Ellie. You caught a glimpse of the small bong in her hand before she brought it up to her mouth to rip from it. 

Jesse’s slow drawl snapped you out of your leering, “Fuck, y’all aren’t cold?!” 

All three of you answered unanimously, “YES!”

The group erupted into light laughs before Niah cut in, “Bro not gon’ lie… the music’s trash in there— “

“THANK YOU!” “EXACTLY!” “I TOLD THAT FUCKER TO CHANG— “

The entire soccer team concurred loudly, but you were hardly paying attention. Your hazy mind was hyper-focused on Ellie’s dirty sneakers, watching her weight shift from one foot to the other as she listened and laughed along to the complaints. 

“Hi, Ellie.” 

An… overtly flirty tone that you didn’t recognize caught you off guard, and you immediately stiffened. You peeped and eyed the girl that walked up with her friends, pulling her into an incredibly awkward hug. You took note of how offput Ellie was by public affection. 

She received it anyway, “Hey yourself. How you been?” 

Your ears grew, “Fine, chilling. You selling?” 

She tsked, “Not tonight, sorry. You can come by tomorrow or something if you have time.” 

“Alright cool, I’ll text you. Have a good night,” you saw Ellie’s head jerk in acknowledgment before the group departed. Your eyes dropped to the floor in front of you. 

… Ellie never gave her an address. Has she been to their apartment before? 

“You okay?” 

You jumped at Niah’s concerned tone from behind you. You sighed and nodded at her, “We can leave anytime.” 

Before you could reply, Jesse spun and interrupted, grabbing your shoulders, “Leave? What the fuck, it’s Christmas! Come back with us.” 

“Where, uh, where are we goin’?” 

He rolled his eyes like it was obvious, “Back to our place. I already know Michael isn’t gonna change the fucking playlist ‘cuz he’s a fucking loser! Let’s go, c’mon.” 

You mistakenly looked at Ellie, who was already looking at you. Her eyes were shining with mischief, the corner of her mouth lifting in a sly grin. She looked like she was waiting for your answer. An excited zap went through your chest. You spoke without hesitation. 

“Yeah! Let’s go!” 

You secretly watched Ellie take another hit. 

That Uber XL was crammed as fuck, but at least the music banged! Finally! Future just saved your fucking night! 

And Jesse made edibles from scratch! Christmas came early!

Nothing about this night was going how you planned; You were supposed to be getting your shit wrecked by your newfound… whatever, but instead you were getting handed adult gifts from the soccer players! You were not expecting to receive a holiday-themed goodie bag filled to the brim with pungent, iced sugar cookies. 

Niah accepted both yours and hers eagerly before making her way towards the living room couch to dig in. You, Dina, and Jesse were all sitting at the small dining table playing Uno. Ellie was playing with you all, but she excused herself to her room to take a phone call, and you hadn’t seen her since. It was her turn! 

Dina and Jesse were having an intense argument about the 7 and 0 card rules, and you moved on autopilot. You looked around to see all the soccer players and Niah laughing and slumped on the couch before you stood and trekked down the hallway. You knocked on her door. 

“Ellie? It’s your turn to take!” 

… Silence. No response. 

You knocked on her door again, “Ellie?”

You heard some shuffling come from inside, so you decided to check on her. She smoked a lot; Maybe she needed some help getting into bed! 

You slowly twisted the doorknob and peeped through the small opening in the wood, and her raspy tone immediately filled your ears like warm honey. 

“Uh huh, rub that clit like I would. Nice’n slow.” 

Ellie was completely shirtless on her bed as she twirled her antlers with her free hand, shoes kicked off as she spewed filth to… whoever the fuck was on the other line. She couldn’t see you, and you felt guilty for spying, but the fire that she ignited in your stomach planted your feet to the floor. 

“Mhm, miss you so fucking bad.” 

… Why were you still fucking snooping! Shut the fucking door! 

“Yeah? Gonna let me?” 

Why’d you almost nod? You’re losing it; You need to fuck her!

“Wanna know something really hot?” She whispered. Your heart was pounding in your chest and your palms were sweaty. Yes, you do! Anything! 

“I think we have an audience,” she hummed with a sly grin, setting her headband on her thigh before looking up at you. You nearly hit the floor like your stomach just did. 

She chuckled and your clit throbbed. You hate how desperate she gets you, “Yeah, she’s cute. She has the wettest pussy I’ve ever fucked.” 

Your body was on fire and your breathing was shaky; You swore to send your hospital bill to her address. She was going to put you in a coma! 

“Yeah… tag team her with me,” she bit her lip after her suggestion and that was enough to get you to slam the door. For the first time in your life, your embarrassment overshadowed your arousal. You heard her giggling! You're never going outside again! 

“Why the fuck are you standing there like that.” 

You let out a shocked noise at Dina’s voice, trying to look as… not creepy as possible. 

“I, uh, Ellie… S-She fell asleep! It was, um, her turn to pull and I just— “ 

You felt your phone vibrate on your cheek. Dina crossed her arms in front of her, staring you down with an arched brow. You flinched and pulled your device out, Ellie’s message sitting on your bright screen.

You held back your shudder. 

You heard Dina sigh, “Y’all better not be loud.” 

You glanced up at Dina’s hushed tone, her brow arched at you. 

“H-Huh?” 

“Niah isn’t going anywhere, and neither are you. Go see her,” she sighed and pointed at your snoring roomie. “Just don’t be loud. His room is right next to hers and I’m tired.” 

Your arms wrapped around her as you cheesed. 

“Ireallydidn’twantthistobeweirdIloveyousomuch— “

She snickered in your ear and patted your ass in encouragement, “Yeah, yeah, okay. Just… just try’n keep it light, okay? Have a good time and leave it at that.” 

“I will! Promise!” 

You planted a wet kiss on her cheek before turning to yank at Ellie’s doorknob again. 

You busted into Ellie’s room and was immediately hit with the sound of your moans. 

She was sitting on the edge of her bed, nonchalantly packing the same bong from earlier as your… series of Snapchat memories played on the table. She looked up at you upon entry. 

“‘Sup.” 

You waved lamely and immediately cringed. Why does she make you so fucking nervous! 

“… Wanna hit?” She ushered the bong to you. You shook your head and… spoke. You’re such an idiot! 

“No thanks… but you can, uh… h-hit this pussy?” 

The shock on her face made you pray for lightning to strike you down, never to be seen or heard from again because what the fuck did you just say and why did it sound like your screams from her phone were increasing in volume—

Ellie giggled. She actually laughed, and it made you smile. She sounded so cute, like she doesn’t obliterate pussy on a day-to-day basis! 

She grabbed her lighter and lit her overstuffed bowl, muttering into the opening, “Come watch this with me.” 

Your gut erupted with excitement when you shuffled closer, taking a seat right next to her, your shoulders touching. She blew her smoke away from you before grabbing her phone from her nightstand! How long did these memories go on for!

“I never got to ask,” she swiped to the next video of you gagging on her fingers. “You do porn?” 

You choked on air, “… No?”

She looked at you blankly, her thumb moving mindlessly on the screen, “You should. You’re so good in front of a camera.” 

Your face burned like she called you the most beautiful person in the world. Don’t look at her titties!

“Thank you!” You squealed with a bright smile. 

“Mhm,” Ellie gawked at you before shutting her phone off and tossing it behind her, pulling at the hem of your shorts, “Lay down’n take these off.” 

Your shoes went flying across her room, almost hitting her dresser before yanking your shorts down your legs. Ellie stood and grabbed your chin, halting your frantic movements and pressing a light kiss to your lips. The feeling didn’t last a second, but you swore your heart grew a heart before it exploded into red glitter in your chest. You’re shocked the remaining specs didn’t land on her face. She hardly ever kisses you!

“Gonna let me eat this angel cunt before I knock out?” 

You were a mere dog on a leash. You know your eyes glossed over at her tone. She smirked knowingly, pushing your shoulder until you laid flat on her blanket before dropping to her knees in front of you. 

You didn’t have time to take your fishnets off, so she tore the crotch of them with her two veiny hands, —holy fuck—exposing the wet patch on your lace panties. 

She didn’t bother to remove flimsy, damp fabric, merely moving it to the side and revealing the soft, curly hairs on your pussy, your clit throbbing whenever her breath hit it. 

“You gotta pornstar pussy, swear to god.” 

You snorted and looked down, “Why do you want me to do porn so bad?!” 

She sneered playfully, “I’m a girl with needs and I’m asking my favorite link to help me out. You get a fat check and I nut, everybody wins!” 

You laughed brightly, “You’re annoying!” 

She rolled her eyes before licking deeply into you. Your whole body shuddered at the feeling of her soft tongue, your hand finding solace in the loose strands from her bun. You moved her hair from her face, sitting up on an elbow so you could watch her lick you out. She started slowly, swirling her wet muscle on your pulsing bud, spread your slick around before dipping down, shoving her tongue in your pussy, and coming back up to spit all your juices on your clit 

Your thighs were trying to jerk closed around her head, but she pried them open, digging her nails into your plush skin in warning. Your wet gasps were catching in your throat with every skilled swipe of her tongue, your lashes fluttering 

You couldn’t hold back the loud moan that escaped when her tongue pressed against your walls, and she pulled away, landing a harsh slap on your pussy, “Don’t wake my friend up.” 

Your head jerked, “M’—oh fuck— “

She murmured uh huh right on your clit, and eyes rolled, your hips bucking down to get her to drag her tongue over that one spot again you love it when she licks right there—

She sucked your clit into her mouth, her soft lips massaging your sensitive bundle. Your ankles locked behind her head, her bun completely dismantled in your tight grip. 

“Ellie— “

“Yeah, angel? Boutta cum?” she mumbled against your pussy. 

“Y-Yeah— “

She snatched a hand from your thigh and fucked her index finger into your cunt, hitting all your spots like it was in her nature. 

You tried your hardest to shut the fuck up, but you couldn’t! Whines escaped your mouth as quietly as they could as she fucked and ate your cunt at the same time. Your soft walls were squeezing around her calloused finger like it never wanted her to leave, completely drenched in your slick.

“Cutest fuckin’ pussy. Give it t’me, needa drink that cum— “

Your jaw dropped in a silent scream, your walls clenching and squeezing and leaking on her before your orgasm crashed into you. Your lashes fluttered and your eyes crossed in your head, a line a drool dripping off your tongue and onto your fuzzy sweater. Your toes won't uncurl in your damaged stockings; You definitely weren’t going home tonight! 

You watched Ellie swallow every drop of your cum, releasing hums of satisfaction after every pulse of your pussy. Her eyes were sparkling! 

She forced the last of your pleasure out of you until you went limp on her mattress and pushed her head away. She landed a light kiss on your thigh before standing to stretch. 

“Take this shit off and lay down with me.” 

She lightly pulled at your sweater sleeve and rejuvenated you, tearing it and your bra from your body. She eyed your tits before walking over to her side of the bed and shredding her jeans off, sliding under her cotton sheets.

She said nothing, her back turned to you as her body relaxed into her pillows. You felt a little shunned, but she took care of you like she always does when you come over! You tucked yourself in, hyper-focusing on the blotchy bruises on her neck and red lines that cascaded down her toned back until you drifted off with a dull sting in your chest. 

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[juyeonszn]

JE NE SAIS QUOI

PAIRING jacob bae x f!reader

WORD COUNT 7.33k

GENRES smut ﹒fluff ﹒itty bitty angst

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, mature language, strangers to ?? to lovers, volleyball team captain!jacob (ohhhh ive been waiting for this one..), lots of 97 liner cameos, jacob is an honorary tbz frat member but isn’t actually a member lol, reader is down bad for him, mentions of alcohol, volleyball terms that i learned from haikyuu 😭, an annoying ex girlfriend, AURKAY here we go: bathroom sex, wall sex, bathroom sink counter sex, and mirror sex all in one, doggy style and also missionary? i guess?, NO FOREPLAY BUT FUCK IT WE FALL LIKE SOLDIERS FOR REAL, marking-ish, unprotected sex, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, and everyone’s favorite! creampie!, a cutesy ending

SUMMARY jacob thought the concept of fraternities was stupid. so stupid that despite every single one of his friends being in one, he still refused to join. however, after meeting you at one of the tbz parties, he’s starting to think maybe they’re not that horrible.

MORE HELLAURRRR ok i know this is 45 mins overdue but i barely finished this last night and i worked at 5 am this morning so 😭 ANYWAYYY this fic is actually my favorite so far… idk i just have this natural writing affinity when it comes to jacob which u can tell by the length…. if u enjoyed pls reblog! and don’t forget to check out the other fics in the series!

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SERIES MASTERLIST

“And there’s another point for the IST U Bears. Wow these boys are on fire tonight.”

The announcer’s voice booms throughout the gymnasium, intertwining with the cheers of the crowd. They all sound like the buzzing of a bee in Jacob’s ears, but that’s a good thing. It pricks at his skin, lighting it on fire and getting his morale going.

The team just needed one more point and they would win this set, sending them on their way to the championship game. This would be the first time in IST history that their boys’ volleyball team would make it this far, and that was all thanks to Jacob becoming captain for his senior year.

Their coach calls for a quick time out, giving Jacob a moment of reprieve before his final serve of the game. He wipes away the sweat on his forehead, shaking the front of his jersey to air it out and cool him down a little. The team’s manager passes him a water bottle. He loves the adrenaline rush that courses through his veins when he’s on the court. It’s unlike any other feeling he’s ever felt in his life.

“Alright, Bae. You’ve got this, right?” Jacob’s coach gives him a pointed look.

“Of course, Coach. There’s no way in hell that we’re losing this game tonight.” He gives him a firm nod, lips curled into a confident smile. There wasn’t a chance that Jacob Bae would go down without a fight. He was securing that championship seat whether anyone liked it or not.

The team heads back out and a referee hands Jacob the volleyball. He blows a raspberry, twirling the ball on his fingertips while waiting for the whistle. As soon as he hears it, he takes a couple steps back. A breeze cuts through his hair when he runs, executing his infamous jump serve with practiced ease. The ball flies past the players of the other team, hitting the court just in front of the line.

His teammates are yelling and throttling his body around before he even realizes that they’ve won. Some of them are riling up the crowd, others are on their knees crying tears of joy. He was anticipating this outcome, but for some reason he’s still shell shocked. Everything around him is static and white noise.

“Holy shit, Jacob. I can’t believe you did that,” Kim Mingyu, the team’s star middle blocker, slaps him on the back. He’s also drenched in sweat, patting his face with a towel.

“You and me both, to be completely honest.” Jacob laughs a bit, collecting his things so he can head to the locker room.

He’s slightly grateful that tonight’s game ended a little early, giving him enough time to get ready before the Tau Beta Zeta party. He wasn’t even that big of a party person. He only went to provide moral support for his friends who happened to all be in the fraternity. Most people would even go as far as assuming he was also in it considering how often he was spotted at that house, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. He actually thought fraternities were dumb. In his eyes, they held no purpose.

A bunch of guys living together under the guise of brotherhood when in reality they spent most of their time partying was just stupid. You could do that without the fancy titles or the expected respect from fellow students. He loved his friends, truly, but he didn’t understand the hype.

Jacob showers quickly and changes into a hoodie and some baggy jeans. He ruffles his hair in front of a mirror, grabbing his backpack and swinging it over his shoulder. As he’s preparing to leave, someone calls out to him.

“Yo, Cobie! Are you going to the TBZ party?”

He spins around to find the source, learning it belongs to Jeong Jaehyun. The setter nods, pulling his hood over his head. “Like I always do. Why?”

“I heard through the grapevine that Haeun was going with some friends. I just thought I’d warn you,” he squeezes the shoulder that isn’t hoisting his backpack. “I figured you’d want to take things chill this next week with the championship game on Friday.”

Jacob hums in response and Jaehyun takes that as his cue to be on his way. Of course this would be his luck. Just as he thinks life is getting easier for him, something has to come and throw a curveball at him. This something happened to be his ex-girlfriend, who’d done nothing but terrorize Jacob while they were together. Imagine the most toxic, vile person in the world, then dress her in Jimmy Choo sandals and a designer handbag. That was Haeun.

The only logical reason for her to attend the TBZ party was because his friends were still trying to rack up their numbers. He wouldn’t put it past them if that meant acquiring any and every student on campus. After tonight they would find out who won the stupid competition between them and the KAT sorority, hopefully putting a pin in their godforsaken rivalry once and for all. The winner determined if he was even going to the big end of semester party or not.

Jacob sighs, heading out so he can help out his friends in any way he can. Now that he’s been cursed with the knowledge that he might run into his ex, he’s half tempted to just ditch the whole thing. (He won’t, but the idea is flirting with him.) They’ve been broken up for well over a year now, but somehow she always manages to worm her way back and make him miserable. Quite frankly, he’s tired of it.

When Jacob arrives at the Tau Beta Zeta house, his friends are all over the place. Sangyeon is typing away on his phone, pacing back and forth in the living room. The action from the calm and collected fraternity president makes him kind of nervous. He escapes into the kitchen where Sunwoo and Eric are putting away all of the alcohol. Kevin and Chanhee are complaining about God knows what to each other, and he can faintly hear Hyunjae and Haknyeon upstairs. His juniors start clapping and hollering as soon as they see him enter.

“Woah woah woah, we’ve got a celebrity on our hands guys.” Eric jokes, dapping up the older male.

“Congrats, Cobie,” Sunwoo joins in, fist bumping his senior and handing him a beer bottle. “Do you think you’re gonna win next week?”

“I sure hope so,” Jacob snorts, uncapping the bottle with the opener on the fridge. “I didn’t bring us all this way for nothing.”

Nothing super eventful happens after that, just the guys setting up for the party. They’re projecting that this is the one that secures their victory for the competition. Jacob really couldn’t care less, sitting himself on the couch and scrolling through his phone as he nurses his beer. They all maneuver around him, setting up speakers here, lights there. It’s all pointless in his eyes.

When the party has finally started and the house is packed with partygoers, Jacob hasn’t budged from his spot. The only reason he has a fresh beer is because Eric grabbed one for him in passing. This was what he subjected himself to for hours on end every Friday night. His ass cemented to one of the sofas in the living room and his phone being his main source of entertainment.

It’s as you’re exiting the kitchen with your friends that you notice him. You laugh into your drink at the boredom written all over his face. His extremely handsome face. His hair falls into his eyes and slightly obstructs his vision, but that just accelerates the beating of your heart. You don’t know what it is, but there’s something about him that makes you want to learn his name and everything there is about him.

“Y/N, have you found a nice boy to give you a fun time before hell week?” Haeun asks you, running perfectly manicured fingernails through her hair. “That’s the whole point of being here, isn’t it?”

You didn’t want to tag along, honestly. You were content with staying in tonight and studying for your A&PII exam. You only agreed to get Haeun off your back, because you were well aware of how annoying she could get when she didn’t get what she wanted. She gave the KAT sorority president a run for her money sometimes.

“Uh, no. I’ll just see where the night takes me,” you shrug, keeping a poker face so she doesn’t see who you’re already ogling.

Knowing her, she would make it difficult for you. She would torture you and tease you relentlessly because that was just who she was. Haeun wasn’t satisfied unless she felt good about herself. You didn’t know why you were still friends with her. Maybe it was because she was one of the first people who sought you out after your transfer to IST. Maybe it was because you were afraid of being blacklisted by practically every other student if you dropped her. Her power was insane.

“Boring,” she drags out the vowels, rolling her eyes. “I’m gonna see if Cha Eunwoo is here yet.”

You watch as she disappears into the sardine-packed house, looking for the senior. Your other friend, Minjee, just sighs once the dictator is out of earshot— which isn’t even that far considering how loud the music is. She turns to you with a weak smile.

“Don’t let her ruin anything for you. Just go enjoy yourself before she does.”

You don’t need to be told a second time, chugging the contents of your red solo cup for some liquid courage. Your mission was simple; be ten times more fun than the party itself. That would surely catch Couch Boy’s attention. It wasn’t like the Tau Beta Zeta guys didn’t put all their effort into throwing the craziest parties at the school, but clearly this dude wasn’t for it.

Your feet carry you over to the living room, your teeth chewing on your lip nervously. You’d never hit on someone before, let alone at a party. The scariest part was the potential rejection in front of hundreds of your peers. But it was okay! You could do this. You think.

“Hi.”

The word leaves your mouth without your brain even registering it, eyes wide like you’d just done something wrong. He looks up from his phone, mirroring your expression. His tongue darts out to swipe across his bottom lip and then he’s scooting over to make room for you.

“Hi,” he says after a few seconds.

“I’m Y/n,” you extend your hand awkwardly, but he takes it, shaking it with a firm grip that has you crossing your legs. “I— uh— this is kinda weird, but um— I saw you from over there and thought you were cute.”

You swallow thickly, tucking some hair behind your ear. How did Haeun do this on the regular? He smiles at your fumbling and oh God, you think you might pass out from how attractive he is. You don’t have much alcohol in your system and you’re starting to regret how sober you are.

“I’m Jacob,” he rests an arm on the back of the couch. “Thanks for coming up to me. I would’ve missed your pretty face otherwise.”

Is he flirting with you? Holy shit, he’s flirting with you.

“Do you come to Tau Beta Zeta parties often?” You ask to continue the conversation. He nods.

“I practically live here,” Jacob laughs, eyes crinkling at the corners. “How about you, Y/N? What are you studying?”

Oh, so he was one of the members. You wouldn’t have guessed with how disinterested he seemed at his own party. It takes you a moment to realize he’s shifted the focus onto you, scanning your features for a response. You purse your lips.

“Not really. I’m more of a homebody. I’m only here to let loose before finals. I actually just transferred to IST U this semester for the exceptional Pre-Med department. I’m still sorta navigating my way around and meeting people.”

So that’s why he’s never seen you on campus. You’re completely new to the school and you’re in a completely different department than he is. Nonetheless, you’re really cute and Jacob hasn’t put himself out there since breaking up with Haeun. He’s been so concentrated on maintaining his grades and putting in the work for volleyball, he hasn’t even had the time to. But now that finals and the championship game are all next week, he supposes he can allot some just this once…

“How are you liking it here so far?” He asks you genuinely. It winds you a little. You’ve never had someone actually care about what you had to say or show interest in you. Even at your old school, no one batted an eye at you. You doubt anyone knew you transferred.

“The campus itself is beautiful. It’s a lot bigger than my previous one. And so far, everyone’s been nothing but kind to me. I wish I would’ve gone with my gut and came here straight out of high school.” You pick at a thread on your skirt.

“We all live and we all learn, that’s a part of life,” Jacob shrugs, nudging your leg with his foot. “Would you like to grab another drink with me?”

“Yeah, that would be great, actually.” You both stand from the couch.

Since sitting with him, the party has grown in size. Fellow students filled every available corner of the house, nearly standing body to body in order to fit everyone in the building. The amount of attendees should be a fire hazard, honestly. Jacob laces your fingers together so he doesn’t lose you in the mass of people blocking the path to the kitchen. There’s a game of Rage Cage going on where there’s usually a round of beer pong and it looks like this one guy is about to die with how many empty cups are in front of him.

“What are you drinking?” Jacob turns to you once you’ve reached the alcohol table. You shake your head.

“Surprise me.”

“You’re playing Russian Roulette here, Y/N,” his lips curl up into a devious smile that most people would run away from, especially when it’s on the face of a stranger. “You’re really trusting me with your life right now.”

Luckily, you’ve always been into that type of thing. Nice guys who looked like they could give you an unforgettable night. And in the short period you’ve known Jacob, he appeared to be just that. All you can do is nip at your lower lip, the fleet of a smile gracing his sight.

He passes you a cup and gestures for you to taste his concoction. It burns the course of your throat, but doesn’t remind you of straight battery acid. You give him a thumbs up of approval and he cheers, fist bumping the air. You giggle at his reaction. Perhaps stepping out of your comfort zone was the best decision you’ve made all night. He knocks his own cup against yours and takes a swig, wincing.

“I might’ve made mine just a bit stronger than usual,” his voice is hoarse and you can’t help but laugh a little harder. “I put all of my expertise into yours.”

“It’s good to know you’re a gentleman and you’re not trying to get me drunk on purpose,” you tease, sipping at the beverage gingerly. “However, that does mean you’ll need to be flashier in your attempts to woo me. I have very high standards.”

Jacob’s smile widens, his teeth peeking from behind his lips. The expression makes you lightheaded. It should be a crime to look as good as he does, without even trying either. “I don’t know… All I’m hearing is that you want me to woo you…”

He’s caught you red-handed, but it isn’t like you were doing much to conceal that fact. You’d like to think you were being very obvious with your intentions on purpose. You glance up at him from the rim of your cup, your lower back leaning on the counter. “Maybe I do… Are you opposed to that, Jacob?”

He takes a step closer to you, and then another until he has you caged between him and the kitchen counter. Really, he couldn’t give any less of a fuck about the clusters of people nearby. When Jacob Bae had a goal in mind, he made damn sure to work for it. His volleyball career could attest to that. His drink slides across the surface, spilling a little on the back of his hand. He leans down to your ear. “Not at all. But I don’t think you’ll be able to handle what happens when I succeed.”

You feel your cheeks warm, your throat drying, and it’s not because of the effects from the alcohol you’ve just consumed. You’ve known this guy, what, thirty minutes max? And he was already figuring out exactly what it took to get your gears grinding? What a quick fucking leaner. He knows he’s won, too, if the way you’ve gone cotton-mouthed is anything to go by. The ghost of a grin brushes the shell of your ear and it requires the entirety of your strength not to pounce on this stranger in the middle of this goddamn party.

“Everybody who isn’t Tau Beta Zeta, get the fuck out! Someone called the cops!”

A record scratch-like halt puts a pin in the moment, forcing Jacob to step away from you with a groan. This would be just your luck, wouldn’t it? You found a ‘nice boy to give you a fun time before hell week’ and then this stupid party gets raided. It’s annoying, actually. Aggravating, even. Your lips unconsciously form pout out of disappointment and Jacob feels a piece of himself die along with it.

“Shit, you gotta get out of here before they show up and start dragging people out,” he runs a hand through his hair with a hiss.

If it had been a minute earlier, you would’ve fallen to your knees by now. Unfortunately, that was not the case. You needed to find Haeun and Minjee. You do a quick 180° in hopes of spotting either of them.

“Yeah, I need to find my—” You interrupt yourself when you see the former of the two stomping towards you with an indistinguishable look in her eye. “—Friends…”

“Let’s go, Y/N,” her tone is snappy and she glances over at Jacob for a brief moment. You don’t have time to realize what’s happening until her petite fingers are wrapping around your wrist, hauling you out of the kitchen. A yelp escapes your lips as you turn to wave to your… whatever he is to you now.

Initially, you assumed she was just ticked off by the whole cop call thing. At least, that made sense if she’d gotten anywhere with that Cha Eunwoo guy she had been talking about all day leading up to the party. But then Minjee’s driving you back your apartment and she’s whipping around in the passenger seat to give you the nastiest glare you’ve ever been on the receiving end of.

“What the hell is your problem?” She looks two seconds away from bursting a vein in her forehead.

“Wh— huh?” You’re thoroughly confused. What the fuck did you do to her?

“Why were you talking to Jacob Bae? You do know that’s my ex, right?” Her gaze has softened, but could still very much kill you if she wanted to. The wrath of Lee Haeun was more terrifying than that of any horror movie villain to ever exist.

No.

No no no no. The world stops on its axis and it’s like you’ve been told your favorite song was written about a used tissue. You don’t hear anything else she says, feeling like you just had ear muffs placed over your head. This isn’t fair. The universe officially hated you. You were number one on the list of people who deserved the worst possible fate, your name underlined twice with red ink and a star beside it.

You really didn’t have it in you to care about what Haeun thought. If this was the reason you were finally given to stop talking to her, then so be it. What you were worried about was Jacob hating you. He clearly saw that you were friends. Why would he want to pursue anything with one of his ex’s friends? Any sane person would avoid that situation if they could.

Despite not knowing that it was Jacob specifically, you knew the details of their breakup and why things ended so messily. It made sense that she was an authoritarian even in her relationships. That was just in her nature. If she didn’t control every aspect of her life, she would lose her mind. Normally you wouldn’t have batted an eye at that, not nearly enough energy in you to deal with that level of bossiness. But it was starting to bleed into your personal life. And that was a line you weren’t so willing to let her cross.

You could only pray that this was fixable.

Finals week passes by in a breeze, and before he knows it, Jacob is on the court for the championship game. There’s a different aura to him than there usually is when it comes to his volleyball games. He feels ten times more determined. (He would never admit to anyone that it’s because he’s hoping he’ll see you at the end of semester party tonight.)

He actually really enjoyed your presence and your personality. The rate at which his heart beat around you was something he hadn’t felt in a while and it was nice. He liked those little butterflies that came with the start of something new. He liked the jitters and the giggles and everything in between. It reminded him that there was still youth, there was still excitement in his life.

Sure, it was kind of weird that you were friends with his ex-girlfriend. The same ex-girlfriend that he couldn’t stand being in the same room as for more than five minutes at a time. But from your reaction to her dragging you away, Jacob thinks that you didn’t know about him and Haeun. If you did, you wouldn’t have gone up to him in the first place. Unless you knew and just didn’t care, then he didn’t care either. It’s not like he ever plans to allow Haeun to resurface and sink her nails back into him. That’s one mistake he’ll never make again.

Before he knows it, he’s swapping back into the game. He rolls his neck and pops his fingers, getting into position to receive this next serve. Even with this fire lit underneath him, both teams are neck and neck. With every point that IST scored, the opposing team would just catch back up without breaking a sweat. If Jacob wasn’t captain and wasn’t used to being so calm and collected during matches, he’d probably start getting as pissed as Kim Mingyu looks right now.

The referee blows his whistle and the ball is over the net. Jeon Jungkook, the team’s libero, dives for it, the volleyball bouncing off the back of his hand and back up into the air. It’s currently the fourth set and IST has two under their belt. They needed to win this one lest they wanted to go into the fifth. Everyone is on edge, but won’t stop at nothing that isn’t victory. Jacob shifts to set the ball to Jaehyun, who swings his arm back and spikes it to the other side of the court.

One of their players receives it with ease, and they’re back to square one. There’s that back and forth of both teams setting and spiking, only for the other to receive and send it back over. Jacob feels like this game is never gonna end, especially with how agile their libero is and how in tune he is with their setter. But then he makes eye contact with Lee Seokmin, an opposite hitter who’s proven time and time again that he’ll go wherever Jacob needs him to, do whatever Jacob wants him to. And that’s exactly what he does.

Mingyu bumps the ball towards the net and just when they think Jacob’s going to set it, he swaps places with Seokmin. The hitter gets beneath the volleyball and pushes it off the tip of his fingers, watching as Jacob perfectly times his jump to smack it with the palm of his hand. It’s something the two had only ever practiced a handful of times, but knew it would come in handy when everything was right. The entire interaction is flawless, and the captain’s spike lands, scoring that final point that IST needed to win the set and the game.

Just like the previous game, Jacob doesn’t even register the roaring cheers from everyone around him until they’re throwing him and Seokmin up like they themselves were volleyballs. The team is going insane, hyping up the crowd and running around the court like children. A sense of pride swells in Jacob’s chest, a crinkly-eyed smile nestling on his face like the fondness of a father.

They continue the joy-train all the way into the locker room. Jacob showers and throws on some gray cargo pants, pairing them with a black half-zip jacket. Most of the team was going to the end of semester party tonight, treating it as a post-celebratory reward for their big win. It was still so surreal for the captain. All of the pressure that had been riding on him the entire season, the strive for being someone bigger than himself. He’s grateful it paid off.

Meanwhile, you were damn near ripping your hair out, nerves eating away at the edges of your stomach like you were with the skin around your nails. After a taxing week of final exams and the anxiety of wanting to see Jacob Bae again to clear any bad air, you found yourself at the TBZ end of semester party along with Haeun and Minjee. You were thankful that your life was intact, Haeun’s irritation simmering into something a lot more bearable.

Though just a smidge pissed off that you didn’t do your research, she wasn’t as mad about the whole break of girl-code incident. She got off of your back a little too easily, though, so you were still waiting for another strike. You couldn’t help but feel as if she was planning another form of action.

You’d been at this party for at least an hour, and the attendance was double that of last week’s. They weren’t kidding when they said this was the party of all parties at IST University. You were starting to think that maybe Jacob really was going to avoid you like you were the Black Plague or equivalent. Why else would he not be at one of his own parties? Wasn’t it, like, a requirement for fraternity members to make an appearance at the things they hosted?

Being friends with Haeun really screwed everything up for you. Not only did you have to sleep with one eye open, but also keep your distance from just about every male on campus out of fear that she fucked with them, too. Why did it have to be Jacob Bae? Why couldn’t it have been someone more douchey, more up her alley? He was way too sweet, way too cute for someone of her kind. He deserved someone that could hand him the world. (Not that you were insinuating that it was you, but even you knew you were a better person than Lee Haeun.)

And as if a higher being truly existed, your prayers are answered in the form of Jacob Bae walking through the front door. A gaggle of partygoers surround him and the group of guys he’s with, including some of the fraternity brothers. You faintly hear whoops and hollers over the near deafening music, everyone patting them on their backs. Most of the attention is on Jacob and his gorgeous smile, though.

“IST U’s pride and joy! National volleyball champion, Jacob-fucking-Bae,” Lee Hyunjae wolf-whistles, shaking him around like he was maraca.

Jacob laughs, looking down at the floor to shy away from all of the eyes on him. He’s glad everybody is pleased with his accomplishment, but really all he wants to do is find you. He’s still not 100% sure you’re even here, but he has high hopes that maybe you were into him as much as he was with you. Now that he’s free of both volleyball and schoolwork for a while, he can take his time getting to know you better.

You psych yourself up to go over to him once his audience has parted and gone back to whatever it was they were doing prior to his arrival. A grimace consumes your features as you knock back the cup of jungle juice in your hand, blowing a raspberry. Minjee gives you a smile of encouragement, like she knows exactly what you’re about to do.

However, someone beats you to it. You watch with bated breath as Haeun flips her hair over her shoulder, her heels clicking on the wooden floor all the way up to Jacob. The sight of another girl talking to the guy you’re interested in has never made you as ill as it does right now, her glossy lips pouted and her hands clasped behind her back.

“Heard about the big win, Jakey,” she smiles almost evilly, calling him by a nickname that he hasn’t been called in months. “Wanna claim your prize?”

Jacob knows what she’s doing. It’s obvious. Haeun saw the two of you together last week and now she’s pretending that she gives a shit just so she can feel like she’s the one in control. He’s seen this scene too many times to fall for it. He pokes his cheek with his tongue, hands shoving into the front pocket of his jacket.

“Don’t you have someone else that you can bother, tonight? I’m spoken for.” He shrugs, stepping around her. Okay, so perhaps you’d only had one conversation together. That was enough for him. He doesn’t have to search far or wide for you, a grin replacing his deadpan once he sees your face. “Hi.”

“H-Hi,” your voice comes out unsteady. “I— uh— wh— well, I kinda thought you were avoiding me.”

His eyebrows quirks up. “Why would I do that?”

“Because I’m friends with your tyrant of an ex-girlfriend and I’m a horrible person for still wanting you,” you begin to ramble, playing with a strand of your hair. “And then you weren’t here.”

Jacob laughs, pushing your hand down and tucking the same piece behind your ear. “I don’t really care that you’re friends with Haeun. Honestly, no one’s ever *really friends with her. It’s hard to stand a person who’s that insufferable. And I’m on the volleyball team. Tonight was the championship game, which is why I was late.”

“So you don’t hate me and want me to die?”

“I could never.” He shakes his head, taking one of your hands into his.

“If that’s the case, then can you show me how to properly enjoy a frat party?” You trace patterns on his palm.

“I’ll be so real with you, Y/N, even *I don’t know how to do that,” he snorts. “I’m not a Tau Beta Zeta member, so I guess that explains it.”

“Woah what?” You gape at him. “This entire time I thought you were…”

“Nah, I’m just friends with all of the guys here. I might as well be, but I’m not. Frats are stupid to me,” Jacob leads you out of the living room and into the kitchen to get himself a drink. “Though, I don’t think they’re that bad anymore.”

As he’s reaching for an empty cup, a thought crosses your mind. It’s bold, but you don’t have the willpower to force it away. “You know, you didn’t get to show me what would happen if you succeeded in sweeping me off of my feet.”

He pauses what he’s doing, turning to glance at you over his shoulder with dark eyes. Are you saying what he thinks you’re saying?

“And something’s telling me you were extremely successful.”

*Fuck the drink, Jacob thinks to himself, dropping the cup in favor of whisking you away. He pulls you into the nearest empty room, which happens to be the downstairs bathroom. From one second to the next, you’re pinned to the door, both of your wrists firm in his grip. He’s so close that his nose nudges yours, lips only a hair’s breadth from your own.

“Should’ve known you were dangerous from the get go,” he breathes, the distance between you driving you crazy. “You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into.”

A gasp escapes you, your eyelids fluttering shut. This was pure insanity. Before you can complain about the lack of contact, Jacob’s mouth is on yours, lips moving against yours so skillfully and so roughly. He takes your wrists into one hand, holding them above your head while the other slips beneath your top. His fingertips burn into your skin and you don’t hold back the whine that sneaks out from your chest.

You pull back for air, sighing when his kiss travels down your neck and focuses on your collarbone. It’s not enough, you need to feel him everywhere. Your pulse is racing and you’re sure he can feel it when he leaves a trail of nibbles and kisses along your jawline. They travel south, paving their path on what’s visible of your jugular and sternum.

There’s a haste of fingers roaming and lips exploring. This was uncharted territory for, seeing as you hadn’t been in a situation like this since moving schools. If there was anyone you wanted to get down and dirty with in the bathroom of a frat party, it was Jacob Bae. His free hand wanders under your skirt, a knuckle running along your clothed, but damp, slit. You both hiss.

“Already so wet for me?” He asks you smugly, the curve of his smile carved into the space where your ear meets your neck. You don’t have the patience to power through any teasing.

“Need you so bad, Jacob,” you don’t like the pitchiness of your voice, or how you’re pretty much begging right now. “Wanna skip the foreplay.”

Jacob grins almost wickedly, kissing the tip of your nose. “So ready and so eager for me. Your wish is my command, sweetheart.”

He doesn’t waste any time getting you out of your clothes, starting with your top and then shoving your skirt past your thighs. You kick it off and move to help him. His jacket comes off in one fluid motion, giving you the perfect display of his muscular back and toned abdomen. All of years of volleyball came to fruition in the form of his godlike sculpted body.

You drag a nail through the valley of his abs, unbuttoning his cargoes and palming him through his underwear. He curses under his breath, forehead falling to your shoulder. You may very well be the death of him, he decides. When he’s finally had enough, he swats your hand away, removing the briefs so he can give you what you so graciously asked for. He pumps his length a couple times before guiding the tip to your entrance.

Jacob hooks one of your legs around his waist, pushing your panties to the side so he can slip into you carefully. You don’t even stop the moan that breaches your vocal cords, back arching off of the door and your chest pushing into his. The stretch burns slightly, but not nearly enough to interrupt the pleasure coursing throughout your body. There’s a fire in the pit of your stomach that he fans the flames of the deeper he sinks into you, lips imprinted into the skin of your neck.

His fingers burn the skin of your thigh where he holds it up, slowly pressing his cock into cunt and sliding out as soon as he bottoms out. You’re dizzy, so dizzy that stars have begun to form behind your eyelids and he’s only just started. He rocks into you at a meticulous pace, the blunt nails of his other hand digging into your hip to keep himself composed.

He wants to take his time with you first. He wants you to feel every ridge and vein of his cock as your walls squeeze him in. He wants the feeling of the two of you connected to be engraved into your brain, a memory that nothing could erase even if it tried. Your head knocks against the door when you crane it to give him more access to the column of your throat, whining when he sucks marks into the surface.

“F-Fuck, Jacob,” you whimper. “Feel— god— feel so, so stuffed.”

You practically hiccup your words, overstimulated with everything that’s going on at once. It’s too much. The way he nips at your skin. The way he groans every time you clench around him. The way he’s *buried into you like you were the only source of warmth he’ll ever get. It’s too much, but it feels fucking fantastic.

“Yeah, baby? Am I fucking you good? Giving it to you like no one else can?” He exerts himself, his lips slipping on the thin sheen of sweat coating your bodies. All you can do is moan again, bucking your hips into his to minimize the gap between you as much as physically possible.

His cock is just the right balance of girth and length, filling you up and hitting the spots you need him to. Your sanity falls through the cracks with every click of his hips into yours. He *is fucking you good. He *is giving it to you like no one else can. It didn’t even take him long to figure out what you liked, using that knowledge to his advantage so he could ravage you.

You’re too lost in the pleasure to notice the coil in your stomach curling to the point of snapping. With each ram of his dick in your pussy, he winds you up more and more until it breaks in half. You see nothing but white for a few seconds, spots of various colors bleeding into it. A sound so far away from you bursts out from its home in the back of your throat. Your orgasm coaxes out his, painting your walls with milky ropes and a moan of his own.

The two of you pant breathlessly, lips brushing as you attempt to calm down. Jacob pinches your side, kissing you once before pulling out and letting go of your hip. “Do you have the energy to give me one more? I don’t think I’m finished with you just yet.”

You let out a guttural groan, nodding and colliding your mouths in another desperate kiss. Your fingers run through the strands of his hair, tugging at the nape of his neck as he transfers you to sink. He spins you around, bending you over the counter and pecking your shoulder as he eases his cock back into the velvet of your pussy.

You’re both still sensitive, sighing at the feeling of a second intrusion. He grips your hip and presses down on your lower back just as he speeds up the pacing of his thrusts. Instinctively, you hike up a knee onto the counter, wanting him even deeper and even harder than previously. Heat pools in that same spot at the base of your abdomen, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

“Look in the mirror, sweetheart,” he grunts, throwing his head back and tightening his grasp on your waist. “Want you to watch me fuck you stupid.”

You wail, eyes heavy lidded as you witness Jacob plowing into you from behind. It hurts, the fact that you can’t even convey into sounds how amazing it feels. They’re all trapped in your chest and throat, begging to be set free. You wish they could bounce off of the walls, reverberating in your ears. Your cheeks are wet from the tears that have spilled over. You look like a mess with your makeup smeared and your face puffy. Anyone who saw you after this would know exactly what went down in this bathroom.

Jacob doesn’t slow his assault, instead hovering over and trapping you beneath his broad frame. He drills into you deeper, harder, faster— and oh god you don’t want him to stop. You think he’s making good on his word, fucking you so insanely stupid that not a single thought occupies your mind. All there is, is Jacob Bae and the deliciousness of his cock wedging itself further into your cunt like he wants to live there.

“You’re taking me so well, baby. So so well,” he coos, your back curving into his chest.

Your elbows might give out from supporting your weight and now Jacob’s too, especially with how empty your head is. You don’t really have the consciousness to keep yourself up. It’s at the point where the mirror has started to fog, a blurry image of him abusing your pussy in your line of sight.

He knows you’re on the brink of an orgasm, your walls spasming slightly in warning. He pulls out enough to flip you onto your back, pushing in and resuming where he left off. His thumb sneaks down to your clit, rubbing in precise circles with precise pressure. Despite there being no mirror covered in steam in the shape of your bodies in front of you, your vision is still hazy. You can barely see the expressions Jacob makes, his brows knitting together and lower lip between his teeth.

You pull him down to connect your mouths, whining into him as he continues to fuck into you like there wasn’t a whole party still going on on the side of the door. Your knees are folded to your chest, allowing his cock to kiss all the way inside of you. “I’m— fuck— so close, Cobie.”

“C’mon, baby, you can cum for me,” he goads, applying more pressure to the shape he’s drawing on your clit.

One particularly timed thrust and the bumping of his pelvic bone on the sensitive bundle of nerves tips you off of your peak. Your climax washes over you, tidal waves of pleasure cresting at full force. You moan loudly, the rippling of your walls triggering Jacob’s own release.

He pulls out gently, for the final time. His chest rises and falls rapidly, in sync with yours. You’re both exhausted, spent from going at it like jackrabbits— as if you’d never get the chance to do it again. You meet eyes and then burst into laughter, your hands coming up to cup his cheeks.

“That was… Wow…” You breathe, moving some of his hair from obstructing his eyesight.

“I always follow through with my promises, you know,” he wraps his arms around your waist. “So, what do I get now that I’ve wooed you?”

You press the hints of a kiss to his lips. “An exclusive all-access pass to me, my phone number, and the rights to ask me out on a date whenever you please.”

Jacob smiles that crinkle eye smile of his, knowing full well that he plans on cashing all three of those right now. He may have not been the biggest fan of fraternities or their parties, but he sure as hell loved them at this moment in time.

He thinks he was a winner in more ways than one that night.

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old man | richie jerimovich x reader -> written with a male reader in mind ! dont read/interact if uncomfy with that fact lmao

cw: cursing, duh it's richie, uhm age gap relationship hence the title being "old man"...., richie is insecure bc of his age and u soften him up <3, suggestive comment here and there (i think it was a total of one or two),

“what the fuck is this shit even supposed to do?” richie complains, but you can't take him seriously with the way he's so focused on applying the face mask.

“y’know, it does the shit,” you reply, obviously not thinking it important to explain to your boyfriend who really doesn't care or see it as a threat.

“wow, so we are basically lathering ourselves in deadly chemicals and not asking why now? okay, okay, cool,” he tips his hand back into the mixture and bumps your hip with his, “hey, i better wash this off looking like look a fucking newborn baby.”

you turn to look at him, going on your tippy toes to kiss his neck in a quick peck, “you won't, but that's okay because i like your scruffy look - it suits you,” you wash your hands as he just sighs at your sweet compliment that he simply doesn't know how to react to. he's still not used to receiving such sweet words, practically daily. it’s been a while since he's felt such love. it really does make him feel flustered.

which is why he doesn't mind entertaining these little things you suggest to do as a couple that he genuinely has no clue about.

“c’mon, baby, let's let this dry then wash it off,” you take his bigger hand in yours, guiding him to the living where you plopped onto the couch. he takes a seat beside you, propping his leg up on the coffee table and resting his arm behind you on the couch. you casually throw your leg over his as you grab the remote.

he smiles as you put on his favorite show, knowing you're trying hard to appease him to make up for this silly face mask debacle.

“wait, come closer,” you shuffle where you sit, leaning your face so close to his and he playfully rolls his eyes when he sees the reason why.

“always on your damn phone.” he grumbles, but he doesn’t shift away even though he very easily could do so.

“woah, that was a good dad one-liner, kinda giving me trauma,” you shoot back, flicking his forehead and positioning your camera again, “smile or i’ll kill you,”

he squeezed your hip, “so romantic,”

you smile for the camera as he makes a deadpan expression. you take multiple and eventually he finds himself smiling too, happy to see you so happy.

“aww, you're so cute,” you coo, getting comfortable in his arms again and scrolling through the different photos you've taken.

he watches over your shoulder, a feeling of pride swell in his chest as he sees you send it to a group chat with your friends as well as your personal favorite making it to your public instagram story. he didn’t really use his social media, but he knew how active you were on it, so knowing that you were sharing your relationship so openly on there made him feel proud and just generally happy.

to know that you don’t hesitate to show that you’re his and he’s yours. it makes him feel like a teenager in love all over again.

after the face mask dries down, you tell him it’s time to wash it off and he complies with zero complaints. it’s quiet as you wash it all away, laughing when you see he missed a big portion near his hairline. it almost ends in you two just throwing water at each other since you accidentally almost drowned him with a rough splash to his face. but after apologizing and kissing him repeatedly, he refrained from counter attacking you.

now, it was seriously time for bed and richie clung tightly to your side. for his tall and long stature, he sure was unaware of it. or, rather, chose to ignore it as he practically suffocated you with his leg over your stomach and arms over your chest.

“baby, i can barely breathe here,” you speak in a rushed down, letting out an exaggerated wheeze as you breathe out. he shakes his head, kissing your shoulder and stubbornly doesn’t move from his position. “i love you so much, but i do want to wake up tomorrow morning, please.”

he groans childishly before moving himself off of you and shifts to give you some space.

“i didn’t say completely back off, idiot,” you move in to him, resting your head on his shoulder and hugging his waist, “just wanted your heavy ass leg to stop suffocating me, love,”

“so you’re calling me fat?” he shoots back, making you chuckle.

“shut up, you know what i mean,” he watches as your hand travels down his chest, to the bottom of his shirt. and you hesitate for a moment, for reasons he doesn’t know, before moving your soft hand to touch his stomach. you glide your hand up and down several times, smiling at the feeling of the short hair he has on his abdomen.

he moves his thumb and down your shoulder, clearing his throat before speaking, “can i ask you something?”

“of course,” you reply in a heartbeat, your hand not faltering in its soft movements.

“why are you with an old guy like me?” it’s a question he’s had in the back of his mind ever since you two started seeing each other. “you…you’re so amazing and so young, you got your whole life ahead of you,” he sighs, lifting his head off of the pillow and looking down at your now confused face, “don’t you ever get tired of dealing with an old man that doesn’t even know what a face mask is? can’t do all the cute couple-y shit a young person could do?”

you’re immediately sitting upright, a sad smile on your face, “richie, please, don’t think like that,” he looks at you with a tired expression, finding your comment a deflection rather than a proper answer. and he feels uncomfortable asking something of you, but he needs to know. because it has been slowly eating away at him. “i mean it, richard. don’t let those bullshit ideas get to your head.”

you cup his face in your hands, making him hold your wrist in a soft grip. your eyes seem to have gotten teary, for whatever reason and he frowns at the sight.

“i love you so much, i love every second we spend together. those are not wasted seconds to me, richie. i am not wasting my time or anything like that by being in a relationship with you. and! i don’t care whether or not you’re old or if you don't understand certain things. i could give less than two shits about stuff like that,” you both laugh at that, but the smile still isn’t reaching your eyes.

“easier said than done, babe,” he sighs, looking down, but you immediately redirect his eyes to meet yours once again.

“i know it must be, but seriously, i mean it when i say: i don’t care about how old you are, richie, all i know is that i love you. i love us,” you kiss him softly and he melts into the affection, feeling you smile against his lips, “you said how my life is just beginning and i got all of it ahead of me?” he nods against your forehead, “well, i see myself spending the rest of my life with you. i can’t imagine myself in the future without you, richie,”

“i do too, baby, i do too,” he admits, sincerity in his deep blue eyes, “i just don’t want you regretting-“

“richie, i could never regret anything if it involves you, our relationship, us. this is the best thing to happen to me,” you laugh as if it’s an easy topic to brush off, but it’s genuine and raw.

“i love you,” he confessed after playing with your fingers for a couple of seconds, “love you too much, it scares me,”

“you can go on and keep telling me how much you love me,” you tease, scooting closer and smoothing out his short hair underneath your hand, “no, seriously, i love hearing you say it,”

“i love you,” he repeats in an instant, smiling wide to see you get ever so slightly flustered, “i love you so much,” he takes in how handsome you look, tracing your cheek with the back of his fingers. he smiles as you lean in closer, tilting his head up to maintain eye contact.

“i love you too,” and then you’re kissing again, smiling into each other. your hand cups over his jaw and stubble as his rests on your waist.

“love you more,” he mumbles against your lips. you break out into laughter, pushing him down onto the bed.

“i love you the most,”

“alright, shut the fuck up now,” he brings you down to rest directly on his chest. “can’t keep doing this back and forth shit with you, i love you to infinity or whatever the fuck. do kids even say that nowadays?”

you smile so easily with richie, it makes you eternally grateful how lucky you got.

“oh and by the way,” you turn so your chin is resting on his chest and he hums in response, looking down at you, “don’t keep referring to yourself as an old man likes it’s bad. i love it about you, you’re perfect and mature and not a complete jack off like every other man i’ve met,”

he takes in your words for a moment before nodding, succumbing to the cute pleading look in your eyes, “alright, you’re the bossman. won’t happen again.” you were about to leave it at that, satisfied with his compliance. but then you decided to amp it up a little bit more, wanting to make your boyfriend as comfortable and confident as possible.

“your age also makes you sexier than anyone else i’ve ever met too, soooo,” your voice trails off as he smirks, giggling at the way his facial expression practically flipped. stroking his ego always put him in a good mood. plus, you never lied when you did it.

“oh, is it really?” he cups your face, hand resting underneath your chin as his thumb and pointer finger gently squeeze your cheeks.

“it really is,” you affirm, making him feel even more pleased and comfortable in himself. “i love a man with experience, y’know,”

“hm, wouldn’t have been able to guess that one,” he teases, winking to allude to your many, many nights together.

“oh, shut up, you old fuck,”

“woah! way to kill the mood! weren’t we supposed to not be calling me that anymore?” his signature laugh fills the room at your comeback, squishing your cheeks together before gently pushing your face to the side.

“no, just you and anyone else, i’m still allowed to — because i do it lovingly!” you justify, a grin evident on your face with some hint of mischievousness in your eyes.

“sooo lovingly! i love when you call me an old fuck, really has my heart skippin’ beats, baby,” his voice drips with sarcasm, but no hint of being genuinely hurt by your words. he’s been reassured securely in how you truly don’t mind his age, so he doesn’t feel doubt or paranoia creep in anymore when you call him “old” in any context.

you kiss his scruffy cheek, “i’ll kill anyone that calls you old, though, you just tell me and i’ll take care of them, i swear to go-“

“alright, alright, i get it, let’s just go to bed now,” he teases, kissing the top of your head that’s resting on his chest again. right where it belongs.

“i’m serious, y’know?”

“i know you are, sweetheart, and if that time ever comes, i’ll lend you my piece so you can properly take care of ‘em,” you chuckle and kiss his chest before letting your eyes flutter shut.

and the both of you fell asleep cuddled into each other with content smiles on your faces. unknowingly dreaming of the same thing: a future together, side by side.

[wonwoosthetic]

Presents and Surprises 🌷 Minnie

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"Now every one of us has a present?" Seungcheol asked into the round. Some of the members, who had just received individual gifts were already playing around with them - DK was playing around with his camera, while Dino was trying out the Beyblades he had gotten.

The leader got a round of hums and nods in return, letting him continue, "Then there's only one gift missing, right?" His eyes drifted over to the girl, who hadn't left her seat right next to his during the entirety of the livestream.

Minnie was already grinning brightly, nodding excitedly as soon as those last words fell from the rapper's lips. A few of the members who were actively listening to the oldest scrunched their eyebrows in confusion.

"What are you talking about, hyung?" Seungkwan wondered, turning around to glance at the leader. The girl's big smile didn't give him any clues.

"Minnie has something share," he told the '98 Liner, which got a frown from the female member in return. The mention of another present gained the attention of almost everyone in front of the camera, even the idols on the other end of the couches now looking over.

"Wait- me?"

Cheol nodded.

"No, we-," she pointed between the young rapper and her, "Vernonnie and I have a surprise."

"Huh?" The man in question lifted his head up, being caught off guard by the conversation he was having with Minghao. "Me?"

"We have a gift. For Carats," Minnie explained further, standing up from her place on the couch, straightening down Seungcheol's jacket she was forced to wear.

Vernon, still as confused as he could possibly be, followed her movement towards the production crew behind the camera.

"We do? Oh-," Suddenly the lightbulb in his head lit up, "Sh- right, yeah, we do. We do have one." He was quick to follow, pushing himself up from the floor, ready to go along wherever she was heading. Minnie was back in view, holding onto a piece of cardboard paper close to her chest, not revealing what was portrayed.

"I almost forgot about it," Vernon chuckled to himself, joining her by sitting down in front of the low tables in the middle of the room. The members behind it had spread out slightly, so everyone could still be perfectly seen.

Minnie's grin fell in an instant, straightening her back as she glanced at the younger member. "Wh- how? We wrote this together!" She scoffed out loud, already dropping hints at what they were about to reveal.

"Well, you wrote a song-" The '98 Liner tried to argue, but the girl was having none of it.

"We did! We both wrote it. You wrote your part."

"Some of it, but you wrote most of the lyrics," Vernon continued to explain, laughing at the pure disappointment on her face. The members behind them joined him, chuckling at the two bickering like the typical brother-sister duo they were used to.

"You're throwing me under the bus!"

"What? No, I-"

"So if the song doesn't do well, I'm to blame," Minnie dramatically whined out, pushing him away from her as he tried to touch her shoulder.

"No," Vernon chortled, by now hunched over, holding onto her arm for support, "We both wrote it, but you did most of the work on the lyrics. And it turned out very well."

The girl shook her head with a laugh, "Unbelievable. But anyways-" she turned back straight towards the camera.

"Yes, please just reveal it!" The leader tried to mediate the situation, chuckling at the scene in front of him.

"We… we kinda already did…" the young rapper spoke quietly, making the girl giggle as she suddenly turned around the cardboard she was holding onto.

"Happy Birthday, Carats!"

Revealing the art cover for their soon-to-be-released single. A round of applause filled the room as Vernon got a hold of the art, letting his eyes roam over the entire frame.

"We wrote a song together!"

"Wow… it looks really cool," his comment got the attention of some nosy members behind him, who had come forward to get a closer look.

"Ooooh, it looks so moody and dark," Dokyeom stated.

Minnie chuckled, "But that's… actually not really the vibe."

"Then what is the vibe of this song?" Hoshi wondered, getting back to his seat after he looked at the cover.

"Hm…" the girl thought out loud, "What would you say?" Turning to her right.

The '98 Liner looked up at her before turning towards the camera, handing the artwork to the members who were desperately trying to get a hold of it. "I would say… happy? Ehm… exciting? I don't know how to describe it honestly," making Minnie chuckle as he grinned sheepishly.

"I think you're right though," she glanced behind her, smiling at the rest of the group who seemed just as excited as them. "The song is called 'Stupid In Love' and I think… I think it's the perfect song for Carats."

"What is it about?" Joshua questioned her, getting a shrug in return.

"Being in love?" Her answer sounded more like a question, getting a gentle shove to her shoulder by the younger member who was still sitting next to her, chuckling at her response. "I don't know what else to say!" She defended herself, "If you hear the lyrics, you'll understand."

"Yeah," Vernon nodded in agreement, "The lyrics are a lot of fun and the song in general is supposed to, kinda, uplift your mood," he explained.

"You worked really hard on it," Mingyu suddenly commented, making the two younger members turn their heads. "You spent a lot of time in the studio." His fellow rapper bobbed his head.

"Should we give them a small teaser of it?" Minnie asked the group, which was quickly followed by hollers and claps in excitement.

"But, didn't you also make something for the song?" Wonwoo interrupted before the production crew could play the snippet of the chorus.

The girl's eyes lit up immediately, "Yes! But you-" She shot up, peeking back for a split second before turning around again, "Never mind," she shook her head with a mumble, getting a few chuckles from the guys as she sunk back down. "I…" Minnie looked down at her hands, "You'll have to listen to the entire song to understand it. But I think once the song is out, Carats will… really appreciate it," nodding along with what she was saying.

"I'm sure they will," Vernon spoke up, smiling over at the female member. "It's a good song, we did well. Can we play it now?" He asked the crew, who was already waiting for the exact moment.

Just a moment before the song was played, Minnie shouted out, "Happy Birthday, Carats!" Sending hearts into the camera as her and the rapper's voices filled the room. Moving slightly closer to him, the girl nudged Vernon's side, making him glance over at her, his eyes falling to her hand that was already formed into half of a heart. He copied her gesture, his head bopping along to the rhythm of the song he produced and wrote.

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how did you get into the fandom? I learned about gallavich in a subreddit, where i hung out for a while until it started to get real toxic (too much mickey and debbie critique in there for me!). from there, i wandered to twitter, met some lovely people and that led me here to tumblr!

how long have you been here? since December 2021

what's the first fandom channel you found? (youtube, reddit, tumblr, insta, twitter, FB, other?) well as i have massive fomo, i’ll see you on most of them. but reddit was first.   

what's your favourite now? tumblr and discord

which mutual have you known the longest in the fandom? i think it’s @silvanshadow and @samantitheos from twitter! I was verrry shy to interact at all but you were both friendly and fun to talk to :)

which tumblerinos did you have your first fandom crush(es) on and wanted to get to know? the two above, but also @palepinkgoat @notherenewjersey @ms-moonlight-inn @gallawitchxx (blush but also HI 🩵)

first gallavich fan fic you read (or that blew you away that you remember)? 

Conflict of Interest by @vitalspark (is incredible) and was the first story i  left a comment on back in December ‘21 and that just started it all. 

That and You Deserve Good Things by @chat-noir12 and Like Real People Do by @gallavichy were the first I bookmarked - i remember reading those stories and just sitting in shock about how GOOOD these stories were. It was just unbelievable to me at the time. Thinking how did I go through covid times without them and generally, my whole adult life without fan fic??

first fan art that blew your mind? This is such a tough one there are SO many - but probably something by @steorie (here) @filorux (here) @psychicskulldamage (here)  

And here's a favorite from @doodlevich (here)

fanfic trope that you were sure wasn't for you but now you low key (or high key) love? never thought much about fake dating tropes, but there some great stories with that one what surprised you most about this fandom? this fandom IS SO kind, friendly and open. And the TALENT. I still can’t really believe what you all create - here’s a masterpiece I made at home on a Tuesday night, a free gift, please enjoy. you're all amazing 🤩

moment in the show (or YT vids if you're one of those) that you fell in hyperfixation with gallavich? “Don’t” - definitely. my showtime app has never had that much rewind and playback action. 

ian or mickey? oh but that’s a hard one. gotta be Mickey - i dont remember ever connecting with a TV character like this. the sass, the one-liners, the development, the facial expressions.  I could go on, but you all know. 

which gallagher or milkovich are you? maybe Sandy? I admire her for being a cool cucumber who just happens to land in the messiest, most chaotic family and seems to really enjoy having a front row seat!

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[ssivinee]

✧Cupid✧

Nakamura Kazuha x Le Sserafim! 00' Liner! F reader: Your addition to Le Sserafim was unexpected and so sudden that even the other members weren't prepared. It took a while for you to feel comfortable, but Kazuha was able to help you open up.

Word Count: 2k

Warning: This talks about the bullying scandal; there isn't much.

Inspiration: ➼ Cupid by FIFTY FIFTY

Note: Bold= English, Italics= Japanese. A little something short before the next Bada fic... may post it in a bit.

Character Vision Board

In 2022, HYBE was preparing to debut its first girl group. This caused a massive uproar in the K-pop community as the company was already rising due to the many acquisitions. The former IZ*one members were signing, and now the bullying scandal.

As much as debuting under a massive company was terrific, it came with enormous backlash. The upper ends of HYBE entertainment were still trying to figure out what to do; they were getting publicity from the scandal, but the girl's images were also important.

The company's solution for this is adding a member a month before Le Sserafim's official debut. HYBE was aware these rumors would likely lead to the removal of the young girl, so they needed some backup. Even though HYBE and Somu had difficulty finding the perfect girl, HYBE reluctantly gave one of their top Japanese contenders to Source Music.

Nakashima Y/n, the Japanese-American trainee who had been in Big Hit trainee since September 2018. The agency took her in the right after her elimination from Produce 48 and made sure she became one of their best trainees.

With your experience in freestyle, underground dance competitions, and even personal vocal lessons since age 4, Bang PD didn't waste any time and contacted you. Once HYBE became a thing, the company needed help creating a team with a similar skill set to yours.

So to help cater to you, they moved you to HYBE Japan, and while mixing and matching girls, you were supposed to debut by the end of 2023. That unexpectedly changed when you were called back to Korea. You were clueless and weren't told why they wanted to speak to you at the main building, but without question, you went.

You were led through the large building and made your way to a meeting room. When opening the door, you were met with confused eyes. Everyone in the room wore masks, so you couldn't recognize anyone, well, everyone but one.

"Sakura-unnie?" Amongst the girls, her eyes were the most recognizable, making Sakura's head tilt in confusion.

"Please take a seat," The concept director gestures to the seat next to Sakura, who was a bit skeptical with you next to her, not recognizing anything about you.

"In recent events, everyone on the board has decided to add a new member last minute. Which is where she comes in," she points at you, and as confused as you were, you got the gist of everything and just accepted the new change that was about to occur. "Please introduce yourself to them."

"Ah, Hello," you bow, "My name is Nakashima Y/n; please take care of me." Some of the girl's eyes go wide, 

"Y/n-unnie?"

"Wha~ you recognized me with the mask on?" Sakura says, bringing you into a hug, "I'll always recognize Japan's most famous idol."

When you tease her, she playfully hits you, "Ah, Y/n, you remember Yunjin and Chaewon, right?"

"Of course, I'll always remember my produce girls," Yunjin and Chaewon laugh at the girl while giving a welcoming hug. "Y/n, these are the other girls on our team Hong Eunchae, Kim Garam, and Nakamura Kazuha."

Y/n greets the three, and when meeting Kazuha's gaze, you surprisedly say, "Another Japanese member? Cool." Kazuha was pleasantly shocked at the sudden Japanese, but it made her happy knowing there was another member that could make her feel more at home.

"Due to the changes, you guys will have to redo shoots, whether choreography parts in the music video, concept photos, or anything else. So prepare for the upcoming 3 weeks because everyone will be busy. We apologize for the inconvenience, girls; it must be done."

The next day, Y/n had to record her parts for multiple songs on the Fearless album, and nearing the end of the day, she had to do her concept photos and videos. At 5 am, she even had to go to the company to meet the choreographer and learn all the dances for only 4 hours.

You come back visibly tired. Your hair was disheveled, clothes were heavily wrinkled, and makeup was smudging off. You found Kazuha eating some yogurt while watching TV in the living room. "Um, unnie, there is food... in the fridge," Kazuha told her while switching from Korean to English as she struggled to find the words. "Hey, if you're having issues with Korean, you can talk to me in Japanese, and I can help you learn."

Kazuha's head snapped towards you and gave you a thankful smile, "Sure, do you want to join me, or are you too tired? I don't want to bother you."

A hopeless romantic all my life Surrounded by couples all the time I guess I should take it as a sign

"Sure, I'm not too tired. Let me just shower first," you tell her and head toward your room, showering, doing your face routine, and coming back to Kazuha looking refreshed.

You sit next to Kazuha with a bowl of salad and a simple turkey sandwich. "So, how was your day? I heard they make you learn Blue Flame and Fearless, then made you record for almost every song."

"Correction, it was all the songs AND photoshoots, but I managed," you joked with the girl, but she seemed a little worried. "Are you sure your okay, unnie? That's a lot?"

"I'll be okay, Zuha; I just need to get this over with so I can rest a little before the showcase," you reassured the younger. You two sat in silence for a bit, but then a thought came to mind, "Zuha, is it true you did ballet?"

"Oh, yeah, I did it for most of my life and went to ballet school in the Netherlands."

Your jaw dropped, "What made you switch professions then?"

Kazuha thought for a second, "a change of pace." You found the simple answer quite surprising, "and you've only trained for 3 months?" The ballerina nods, making your eyes go wide.

"Vocal training must be tiring for you. No?"

"Well..." Before the two girls knew it, they were talking for hours.

I'm feelin' lonely (Lonely) Oh, I wish I'd find a lover that could hold me (Hold me) Now I'm crying in my room So skeptical of love (Say what you say, but I want it more) But still, I want it more, more, more

There was a week left before the debut showcase, and you found yourself becoming mentally exhausted slowly. On certain nights, you cried in silence, though not knowing why.

You were someone who trained in the industry for over 9 years, and now that the opportunity is knocking on your door, you decide to cry? After a sleepless night, you realize it was due to the staggering workload in a short period.

For you, joining this group was a blessing, but beginning to become a curse. You sat silently in the HYBE dance studio and just stared at the wall. The team was working on final practices before the big day. Even though you were extremely capable, the past few weeks were catching up to your body.

You were getting tired 10 times quicker than before, and your breathing was disturbingly intense, which caused the group to take multiple breaks so you won't pass out.

"Unnie, you need to stay home tomorrow," Kazuha tells her as she sits beside the worn-out girl. "I guess I do need a break," you smiled weakly, leaning your head on her shoulder. "I knew it was difficult, but it feels like... my body is slowly dying," you whisper in Japanese to Zuha.

The younger girl listens, resting her head on top of yours. Kazuha noticed how you ranted about your feelings, which helped you tremendously. "I mean, I've been doing this for years, Zuha, training for almost as long as Kura-unnie's idol career, yet once I'm here, I somehow get weaker."

"Unnie," the ballerina becomes stern due to her self-degrading words. "You aren't weak or getting weaker; you're just exhausted."

"I mean, who wouldn't be in your shoes," Zuha mumbles. She was correct; you were even doing it made Kazuha believe you were one of the strongest and most mentally driven people she knew.

I gave a second chance to Cupid But now I'm left here feelin' stupid Oh, the way he makes me feel that love isn't real Cupid is so dumb

It was a few hours after the comeback showcase, and it was clear that all of your hard work paid off. You felt the audience's love and were happy with the results you showed.

"Zuha, you did amazing out there today," you say as she comes into your room, cuddling into your warm body. The two of you began to become close together and felt safe as you guys were almost always together 95% of the time. "If I did good, you did insane, unnie. Can you teach me how to dance like that?" You laugh and tell her, 'Of course,' even though she was a fantastic dancer.

"I mean, I will, but you have cleaner angles than me when dancing, Zuha, so you have to teach me as well." You two pinky promised, and it warmed your heart.

"Zuha."

"Yes, unnie?"

"You ever think about falling in love with someone while being in an industry as strict as this one?" She tells you, "I mean, I do at times, but I don't usually overthink about it. Why?"

"I liked some people in the idol industry, and they all lead to the same things."

"And that is?"

"Heartbreak," you mumble, but she hears it. It made you think, should you even tell Zuha that she felt like home to you and that you loved her for it?

'That is probably the worst idea you ever came up with, Y/n,' you told yourself.

The promotions were going reasonably well until there was a stage with major sound issues, causing the stage to have almost little to no backing track. Some members did okay, including yourself, but the girls with weaker areas in vocals and less training were freaking out in the waiting room.

"Guys, no need to worry too much; it was our first live vocal performance." Yunjin tried to reassure them, but Eunchae, who was in tears, explained, "No matter the first, second, third, one-hundredth stage and no matter if they take our training periods into consideration, they will still hate it."

Sakura sat in the corner of the room. She's had her fair share of those comments in IZ*one, so she knew the maknae was correct. "Just because you weren't stable while dancing doesn't mean we can't sing. It means we must work harder to do better," you tell the girls.

"People progress at different paces; you can't beat yourselves up for it," as you kept talking, Zuha cuddled her sad self next to you, and you tried to rub her arm in the hug, doing your best to comfort the girl. "And you did well for someone who has only trained for 3 months. You should be proud of what you've accomplished today, Zuha."

You mumbled, and it caused the ballerina to hug you tighter than before, tears welling up in her eyes, "Thanks, unnie."

The group was leaving and going home, and during the car ride, Zuha asked her unnie, "Can I sleep over tonight?" You nodded, as the two of you often did this.

At the dorms, you, Sakura, and Kazuha disperse to your rooms feeling mentally drained.

Once Zuha changed, you two decided to sleep and rest rather than begin overthinking. As you feel that Zuha is asleep. You turn over to face her. "You did amazing, ZuhaI. I hope you know that. I'll always love and protect you no matter what happens," you whisper to yourself as you fall into a deep sleep.

But you didn't know that Kazuha was completely awake and smiled, facing her body towards you as well, "I love you too, unnie," leaving a slight peck on her cheek as she cuddled your body, drifting off to sleep.

A/n: First of the fimmies before my next post in a little bit!

[brackishkittie]

୨୧- CHAPTER FOUR, blame it! - ୨୧

summary: you go to a party with your friends and see ellie, you try avoiding her the whole night but when she sees you talking to an old friend, her blood boils and she just has to say something.

c/n: alcohol usage, strong language, jealous!ellie, you and ellie argue ( kinda idk ), and ellie going crazy..again.

a/n: idk why this took me so long to finish but here you guys go! come get y’all juice!!! 🗣️🗣️🗣️‼️‼️‼️

series masterlist! - chapter four ➝ chapter five!

"girl I'm outside hurry up," ashlesha said as she tapped her nails on her grey leathered steering wheel as she signaled for nari to scoot over to the other seat with her bag. “I’m coming outside just let me grab my bag and I’ll be right out,” you answer back while fixing your lip liner and ending the call. you walk out of the house and head straight for ashlesha’s car, “girl we thought you were gonna take 18 years and 5 business days to get ready..” nari says as she fixes her blush in her small mirror. “oh please I didn’t even take that long..now let’s go, I’m ready to down some tequila and henny.” you all laugh as ashlesha takes the car out park and puts it back in drive. 30 minutes later, as soon as it hits 8, you all finally make it to the party. “I’m telling y’all..if ellie is here I’m leaving..” you say but get pushed infront of the door by your two friends, “GIRL GOOOO SHE’S NOT HERE!!” nari says, putting her hand on her hip, and groaning.

“ok ok!” you push open the door and walk in as ashlesha and nari follow behind you. you all rush to the kitchen for that well known red solo cup and only a few cranberry and hennessy shots later, you all are on the couch laughing your asses off at the littlest things and then you see her. the one person you didn’t wanna see was right across the room, in the corner, looking down into her cup, and her eyes suddenly dart towards yours as if she knew you were looking at her. she smiles slightly and looks back into her cup but god if you only knew..while she looked unbothered, she was sweating and panicking. “oh my god she’s here? MY PRAYERS!! MY PRAYERS HAVE BEEN ANSWERED!” she thought to herself and had to stop herself from screaming at the top of her goddamn lungs.

you furrowed your brows and huffed looking at your friends, “you guys said she wasn’t gonna be here” you groaned and playfully hit them both and they giggled. “it’s not funny cmon I wanna go home” you frowned and laid your head on nari’s shoulder. “you should go talk to her” nari says as she pats your head, “no way I don’t wanna talk to her” you sigh and look to your left and see dina and jesse making out in a corner like some freakishly horny crazy highschool teens. “ugh..get a room..” you roll your eyes and look to your right and see a very familiar face, “oh my god? jasmine?” you gasp and she looks at you, “y/n? oh my gosh, hey gorgeous!” you stand up and she comes over and hugs you. ellie sees this and immediately her face drops from “omg my favorite sexy ex that I miss so much is here!!” to “who the actual fuck is that touching her. what the hell.” she clenches her jaw as she watches you two from the corner of the room, her face hot and red.

the more and more you and jasmine laughed and giggled the more ellie felt herself losing her cool. she knew she was your ex now and she knew she couldn’t just march over there but the alcohol was kicking in and she was feeling bold. she walked over to you and jasmine and put her hand on your shoulder, “can I borrow her for a sec? yes? ok thanks.” ellie says as she pulls you away from jasmine who looks extremely confused. “what the hell ellie? what do you want?” you turn to her and say while she just stares at you, pulling her hand away from you and biting the inside of her cheek. “y/n are you doing this on purpose?” she says which makes you tilt your head and show visible confusion to her question. “what the fuck are you talking about?” you’re frustrated, folding your arms and leaning against the wall while she just stares at you trying to get you to fess up about whatever she thinks you’re doing.

all of a sudden, ellie’s face turns red out of embarrassment realizing you actually weren’t trying to make her jealous and that she probably needed to sober up from the alcohol. she rubbed her neck and opened her mouth to speak when she didn’t even get a chance because you immediately read her like a book once you saw her face turn red. “you’re jealous aren’t you?” you squint and almost laugh, “we aren’t together anymore els..move on please.” you say while pushing yourself off the wall to walk away.“whatever..there’s no one better than me anyway.” she now crosses her arms as yours fall to your sides. “oh fuck you. you sound like a man.” you roll your eyes and walk off while ellie flips you off and you can hear her mutter “fuck you too.” and you start giggling to yourself as you walk back over to jasmine.

as it got later on into the night you, nari, and ashlesha all fall asleep on the couch and around 3 in the morning you feel someone shaking you awake. “y/n? Y/NNNN!!! GIRL GET UP LET’S GO.” nari lightly slaps your face trying to wake you up and you start to open your eyes. “ughhhh my head hurts...I have a fucking headache what the hell.” you rub your head and look up at nari, “how many shots did I take?” you ask as she shrugs and looks at ashlesha for the answer but she just shrugs too. “god..can we go back to my place?? you guys can just stay until it’s finally morning.” you sit up from the couch and stretch. “yeah..can we order wingstop when they open? I’m fucking starving and I could fuck up some mango habanero wings right now…a cow even.” nari says while patting her stomach while you pick up your things and follow behind your friends who left the house. “do you think dunkin donuts is open? I need something sweet like now. I feel like a pregnant woman bossing around her wife and child.” nari says as you all fucking lose it while ashlesha starts driving back to your house, still laughing her ass off.

meanwhile with ellie though…

“oh cmon ellie..it couldn’t have been that bad...I hope…” dina says as she pats ellie’s back as she ugly cries into her hands about how much she fucked up that small interaction she had with you a few hours ago at the party. “well I mean..it could’ve gone worse.” jesse says as he chuckles and runs his fingers through his hair, “wow thanks jess, that totally makes me feel better!!” ellie says sarcastically which makes jesse huff and roll his eyes. “all she said was fuck you ellie..she could’ve like slapped you for even pulling her away or cussed you out even more for everyone at the party to hear.” he says while falling back on ellie’s bed and staring up at the ceiling. “jesse, you’re gonna send the girl into cardiac arrest please stop.” she looks at him and hits him on his arm, “well call me kevin gates because you know exactly what happens next after the cardiac arrest.” he laughs while dina and ellie turn to look at him with the most “shut the fuck up” expressions ever. “bad timing?..sorry.” he mutters and looks away.

“obviously?? and stop with that kevin gates video, it’s making me feel extremely ill.” dina says as she shakes her head and sighs, “ellie you really need to talk to y/n…SOBER and IN THE RIGHT MIND.” as soon as dina said that, ellie immediately stopped her ugly crying and side-eyed her so hard. “no shit dina..no shit..and stop yelling in my EAR because I’m right NEXT TO YOU.” ellie says as she wipes her face with her sleeve and goes to the kitchen for a tissue to blow her nose. dina looks at jesse and shakes her head, “man..she’s hooked on this girl..I feel bad because y/n may not come around and she’s on her bad bad BADDD.” dina scratched her head while jesse nodded in agreement.

ellie came back into the room and sat back down on the bed, “so what should I do? it’s only been like a week since our breakup. I can’t just say I wanna get back together now..” ellie groans and grabs her pillow that jesse was laying on, “hey! I was laying on that..” jesse sits up and frowns, “well that’s too damn bad.” ellie scoffs and hides her face in the pillow. “I say give it a few more weeks or a month maybe??” jesse says in response to what she said earlier which she freaks out about. “A MONTH?? ARE YOU CRAZY? she’ll already have moved on by then..I’ll just give it a few more weeks maybe, hopefully, she’ll unblock me on everything and talk to me...if not I’ll have to text her off one of my lurking accounts.” ellie sighs and rubs her temples, “I’m sorry did you just say ONE OF?? AS IN THERE’S MORE THAN ONE??” dina looks at her with pure concern as ellie turns to her and makes a face that says “uhm hello???? obviously???….”

“why do you need more than one?? one is enough to lurk at her..bro what is your problem?” dina blinks a few times before turning away from her and shaking her head in disbelief and disappointment. “in case she finds out it’s me and blocks me? duhhh like I need to have multiple accounts. it’s a necessity when it comes to lurking..you wouldn’t know anyway.” ellie rolls her eyes and nudges dina. “ok so like what if she presses all new accounts made will be blocked??” jesse blurts out which makes ellie’s neck snap towards him and she throws the pillow at him. “take that back NOW. do not manifest that negative energy into my life jesse.” she frowns and gets up, grabs her phone from her desk, and goes onto instagram. “now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go do my daily lurking on y/n’s account.” ellie says with a smile while jesse and dina groan in unison.

tags: @elsmissingfingers @astrcmoni @cowgirlcherrie @theganymedes @ximtiredx @ellieswifee @liabadoobee 🩷🩷

[whitetulip25]

Can we talk for a moment how the writers butchered Rhaenys' character from the beginning till the end?

Like, she's presented like this type of a bored wine aunt being done with everything and everyone in her life, existing solely on purpose of throwing in "cool" pretensious girlboss one-liners. She's stripped down of any agency and power in her life. "My husband pimping out our 12 years old daughter to my decomposing cousin who happens to be king? Nevermind. He's trying to pass over his seat to Rhaenyra's bastard instead of one of our trueborn granddaughters? Guess I should obey. Oh, yes, and I will support her bastard's unexisting claim just because my lord husband wishes so, despite the fact of me having suspicions Rhaenyra had a hand in the death of my son. Oh, yes, and I will support Rhaenyra's claim to the throne because she's so noble and wants to prevent the war, unlike all these stupid men around us."

She was the voice of reason when she said that the war started with the eye incident, but other than that she's painted as a dull and hypocritical woman with no actual desires in her life. Instead of exploring political reasoning of the Velaryons being team black she supports Rhaenyra because "girl power, yay" kind of nonsense.

And let me tell you the funniest thing. All of her inspiring speeches about disgusting men lusting for a war were just for the fact that she went on the suicide mission just because.... she got emotional over Corlys' cheating? Like, really? The woman who'd been constantly yapping about poor women being oppresed by evil men and calling out Alicent of all people for being a the service of the latter basically died because of feeling rejected by her husband. Like, I don't know if it was the intent, but it looked exactly like this.

Also, I'm not a huge fun of f&b, but book! Rhaenys' death and the character overall was so much better. She fought fiercely, knowing perfectly well that there's no going back and perished honourably because she believed in her team's cause. And yes, she wouldn't give a flying fuck about Corlys' and Rhaenyra's bastards and certainly wouldn't promote the pseudo-feministic narrative "men bad, women good".

Also I just love how every single character and event is represented in the way that absolves Rhaenyra of any guilt. Peak feminist writing strikes again, yeepee.

On top of that this kind of character assasination is simply offensive and disrespectful to such an amazing actress as Eve Best, glad she's free in the end of the day.

[themsthenow]

DUDE DUDE DUDE I AM OBSESSED WITH THE STUFF YOU MADE OMFG. the wings and the claws im!!!! im feral rn. holy shit

do you have any advice on where to get started if someone were wanting to make something like that of their own? or just generally propmaking for cosplay stuff, god knows i need to find a way to make wings of Some Form to appease the hyperfixation lol

love this stuff it's so cool holy hell

Wow, hey thank you for the nice words :).

In terms of advice, I'd say just be prepared for random stuff to go wrong.

DOWN SCALE.

Unless you have the wide open space required to house an extra entity, I'd say down scale it and make the wing span smaller, because I literally cannot put these anywhere lol. Me and my friends were measuring them by an estimated version of Tessa's height, assuming she was an adult Australian (160cm) and not a dead child wearing robot. The original wing span ended up being almost three and a half Tessas. Down scaling is definitely recommended.

Then going on to material, I'm going to be honest, I don't really know what any good substitutes for what I've been using. The best thing I can think of would be like cutting up one of those big umbrellas you see in like outdoor seating areas because they are built to be sturdy and light enough to to transport places. The blade part of the wings were made out of cheapo yoga mats, they are not Eva foam(idk if Eva foam is more expensive, but cheapo worked for me), they are some kind of material similar to insulation sheets just slightly thicker, I have the cutting patterns on the blog (the mats are 140x50x1cm) . Springs are something similar to "helical extension springs"(they pull things together, like trampoline springs) the strength of these will vary depending on how and if you downscale the over all project.

The general wing mechanism had to be redone a little bit but the new design is just based off an umbrella. It's good to use when you fold it in that the sections form a square in between the joints as a reference because it makes it easier to translate to the wings when drilling holes. The grey moving bar is on the outside now👇

I'll be reall, this part👆 needs a bit of precision. The two holes at the bottom have to be the exact same distance and stuff as each other so the mechanism works. You could probably find a way to optimise the mechanism but I did not (this was just easier for me at least)

The way all the blade parts go up is kinda cheesing it if you want all individual parts to work perfectly without extra materials. I was tying a string together on the bars and it worked to space the wings as I wanted to.

All in all, I'm going to be making a big ol summary post detailing all the stuff whenever I'm done fully.

Until then, I hope this helps, good luck to you and don't be afraid to make mistakes :).

(it's only a mistake if you give up)

Prop making and cosplay in general are things I probably can't comment on because I have never done cosplay and most of the prop things, I make are made out of random trash I can find that would cost dumb money if you went out to buy it new.

These for example are gutter or house liner plastic that was left over from a building site (gloves were uber cheap) and they were tedious and smelly to cut out and melt over an open flame, but if you want to do this too wear a mask for saftey unless you don't care about your lungs (which you should)

The claws were a lot easier to make. Easy enough that I made two sets (I think I went through the process of making these already)