#happy Election Day nerds

[therabbitthatpostthings]

Save us, Destiel Confession, save us

[arcticmist0324]

I’m just going to wish people Happy November 5th today and see if anyone gets it.

[queenie-avenue]

L-O-V-E! That's what she feels for you!

💌 ⤻THE CHEERLEADER, Katie Williams

—> despite how loud she is on the field, she is always quiet when watching you through your window.

⤻ reader is gender neutral, reader is a nerd, obsessive behaviour, stalking, stealing, posessive behaviour, bullying, jealousy, slightly suggestive, this is a drabble but I will make fics for her in the future

🦋 ⤻ archives.

Katie Williams, the most popular girl in school. Stereotypically pretty with brunette hair, rich ebony skin, and of course, the cheerleader captain of you college. Regardless of what major you take, everyone has heard of Katie Williams and her sorority parties and cheerleading skills. Not to mention the piling number of admirers she has.

Yet, the only person she admired was you. The Hopeless Nerd who was a fellow student in one of her elective courses.

The first time she saw you, you were unassuming, the type of person she would have talked about behind your back but when you offered to share notes with her; without anything in return other than a thank you, it made her heart flourish like a blossom. You seemed so genuinely happy when you managed to speak to her and offer you help in the course.

She even heard you muttering about how you were glad to make a friend.

Oh... oh you... you may seem unassuming from your sweaters and oversized pants, but you — beautiful you — you were such a vixen; seducing her like that.

That night, she could not sleep at all.

Instead, she lulled over your notes in her one-person dorm, taking in the scent of the paper as she wondered whether the paper was accurate to how your delicate fingers actually smelled like.

She wanted those fingers so badly on her skin.

She had never desired anyone as much as she desired you. From a young age, her looks, her sensuality, and her popularity were all a means to an end — from that time she batted her eyelashes at a professor to round up her grade or flirted with the quarterback to get him to bring his crate of expensive beer to a party — but you were different. So different to the point she wanted to study you.

So she did.

✧ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ✧

It started out innocent — as innocent as it could be, really — by just tailing you after classes, even appearing out of nowhere so she could chat with you or maybe even drag you to cheer practice. Oh, your hands were so nice to touch, she didn't care if they were soft or callous, she just liked to touch you. She just loved the feel of your skin against her ebony-coloured hands. She was darker than most people so seeing the contrast made her rather pleased. It was a mark that you were holding her hand. As disgusting as it sounded, she didn't wash her hands till the scent of your hands faded away. If you used lotion, cologne or perfume, she made sure to buy that exact scent just to spritz around her dorm room to mimic the delusion that she was cuddling with you.

More than that, she utterly loved watching you from afar. Sure, talking to you was heaven for her, but seeing you alone, unfiltered, and without any societal pressures on you just made her want to latch onto you. She hoped one day you'd be able to show that part of yourself — unrestrained from social norms — to her. For now, she'll have to watch you from afar and from the camera she had snuck in when she came over to talk about a history essay for your class.

✧ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ✧

"[y/n], I remembered you liked this kind of candy, so I bought it for you!" She exclaimed as she clung onto your side.

"Huh?" You responded as you looked down at the candies she placed into your hands. "Did I ever tell you I liked this kind of candy?" You racked your brain, attempting to find the memory where you had shared such an intimate detail with her. After all, the both of you aren't that close, yet, anyway.

She froze on the spot for a moment. She had never been so obsessed with someone before, so she was admittedly a bit sloppy but she quickly recovered. "I see you around campus always snacking on it, I hope you like it!" She explained, twisting her words to make them sound sweet.

All. For. You.

"Thanks." You smile at her, and she swears she might faint. "See you in class?" You offered.

"Ye-yeah, see you in class." Katie had never been much of a fan of history, it was just something she picked out, but now she had something to look forward to.

"Are you coming to the game next week? I'll be cheering as usual, so you need to come! Cheerleaders need their own cheerleaders too, okay?"

[plant-ago]

An Open Letter to Dan and Phil

Dear beloved nerds,

This was originally going to be an (even longer) actual letter that I was going to give to you at the tour, but my nonprofit-employed ass can’t afford a meet and greet, so we’re doing this instead. I promise it’s not just trauma dumping— mostly, it’s about saying thank you and trying to cultivate some hope for all of us.

I’ve been a big fan since around 2014, when I was a mentally ill neurotic deeply repressed loner egg (average phannie, let's be honest). Now I’m a whole adult who got therapy and HRT and has joined the legions of transmascs with the Dan Howell haircut! What a legacy.

I’m making jokes because the thing I actually want to talk about, and the reason I decided to make this an open letter, is kind of serious. But in light of the election, I feel like I need to share this, both with you and with all the other queers in this little corner of the internet.

Here’s the gist: I’m a paralegal at a non-profit organization that works to help queer migrants get asylum. Mostly what I do is sit them down in our nasty sterile office and try to be kind, and help them get through telling me all the most terrible things that have happened to them, and then turn around and pare it all down into legalese that is digestible to the government to make the case they should get asylum.

It’s a horrible job, really, and one that shouldn’t have to exist. Some parts are plainly wonderful, like meeting so many queer people from all walks of life. But it’s also heartrending and difficult, and burnout is always looming. My horrible banal work is often literally a matter of life and death for the client, and I’m fighting a broken system for a chance at giving them the happiness and safety is owed to them by international law and, really, by any decent human standard, should never have been in question.

The thing is—and this is reason to hope—queer people really do exist everywhere, no matter how much repression and violence we face. In a tiny village in Colombia, there's a kid who’s all spit and vinegar, dresses like a boy and plays football and fights anyone who says that they can’t, who grows up wiry and gets black eyes because men still can’t handle getting their asses handed to them on the soccer field by a dyke. This client texts me at my work number sometimes to ask if I’ve eaten that day, because they wanted to check in on me. He asked me to call him by a boy’s name, recently. I don’t know that he’s told anyone else. I open every message I send him with "Hola, James."

Then there’s the sweet, babyfaced college freshman who got death threats when he was outed to his classmates back home, and whose parents kicked him out when he refused to marry a girl to protect the family's reputation, leaving him alone in a foreign country. He was couch surfing and just trying not to miss class so he could keep his student status and he was so conscientious I wanted to cry— he’s eighteen, guys. Eighteen. I’ll get him his papers or so help me fucking God I will kill for him. You know? You know. After that meeting I had to sit at my desk with my notebook and fill an entire blank page with the phrase “he’s just a kid,” over and over again, until I felt like I could breathe.

On a Friday morning recently I get up and open my laptop to interpret on a call with a soft-spoken older trans woman who's sat in the bleak phone room of the ICE detention facility because her immigration judge didn’t believe that she was really transgender. “An odor of mendacity pervades everything the respondent says,” the judge wrote in her ruling, where she determined the client wasn't "credible." To this day I’m still floored that she straight up ripped off Tennessee Williams—new frontiers in bigotry, truly. She didn’t even cite. In our meeting now, the client quietly tells us how hard it was when she came out but how happy she was the first time she wore makeup, and she'd rather stay in detention here for indeterminate years as proceedings spiral on than go back to Guatemala, where they'll kill her—boys, if I ever get within spitting distance of this fuckass judge, it is on SIGHT. Absolutely fucking ON SIGHT. For legal purposes, that was a JOKE.

So I finish the call and get up to get a snack. It’s only ten am but feel tired already because I’m angry, which is not unusual but also not something I want to hold onto, because it doesn't help anything. So I make some toast and look at my phone— two texts, which I ignore, a spam email, and, wouldn't you know it, a YouTube notification from Dan and Phil games! Jarring! That’s just sort of how life is though, isn’t it? Deathly serious and lighthearted in the same breath.

But regardless, seeing the notification makes me feel warm, so I have my toast and watch a little video of you two playing Roblox or dress up or whatever it is you do on that channel these days. I have a good giggle and I finish my toast and go back to my desk. It���s a crucial part of my diet really— the giggles, not the toast. I’m not angry anymore. I’ll be angry again, but for now my cortisol levels are manageable and I can put my head back into emails or whatever the fuck. Do you ever think about how plants make food for free out of sunlight but we sit around writing emails all day? And that’s if we’re lucky. Capitalism is hell.

Anyway, there is a point I am trying to make, and it’s not really about the banal horrors of neoliberal nation-state or capitalism or even homophobia. It’s to say thank you for coming back to make silly videos together, because I love them, and you never fail to make me happy. And yeah, maybe something about the story of that scared eighteen-year-old kid at the front of my mind makes it particularly sweet to watch you two goofing off and being openly queer. It reminds me why I’m doing what I’m doing, and it gives me the strength to send another fucking email because sometimes doing “important work that I value and believe in deeply” means having to send another fucking email. And sometimes I’ll rewatch your older videos, and then come back to the more recent ones, and my heart bruises, because you remind me what I’m fighting for and why. It’s nothing grandiose, it’s just— for queer people to get to have the ability to grow into themselves and be outrageous and silly and make mistakes and to love and be loved for who they are. To have the safety and support and security that no one should ever go without. That’s all.

So I am being dead serious when I say thank you for making top-tier light entertainment, and for coming back to a job that wasn’t always kind to you, and that it does actually matter. All this talk about terrible influences and legacies has made me think that sometimes you doubt whether you do good in the world, so let me be clear: you really, really do. I kind of get the sense that in order to accept sincerity Dan needs to be beat over the head with it, so if that’s the case, consider yourself coerced, you dickhead. You matter to me, and especially in times like these, I think I speak for all of us when I say that the joy you share is a precious and treasured gift. So please accept my gratitude in return.

All my love,

Jules

(I removed or changed all identifying information in this letter to protect privacy, but the stories are real).

[heliads]

IMAGINE

mordern au!newt whos readers classmate and hes like a nerd etc and reader just fell for him because of how cute he is and like they sit next to eachother in some class and reader keeps catching newt whos staring at them and its because he wants to ask them out ? HEBFISNIDNFI i hope this makes sense and i hope you have an amazing day🥰

happy birthday anon!!!!!

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There is a boy in the corner of this room, and he is– he is looking at you. Yes, you’re sure of it now, even though he glanced away as soon as your eyes met. He wasn’t expecting you to notice, which is silly, because you’ve noticed almost everything about Newt since the moment he first showed up in one of your classes. 

The only thing you haven’t noticed about him is all the times you haven’t caught him staring, and how he smiles when he knows you won’t be able to question him for it. Similarly, when Newt hastily turns his head and pretends that he’s been studying the board at the front of the classroom this whole time, he misses how long your eyes linger on him instead. Almost as long as his, maybe. Shame that neither of you will do a thing about it.

You don’t think you’re staring for the same reasons, though. You only look at Newt because he’s already looking at you. Newt must have a different motive for getting distracted by you so often, but he’s not likely to breathe a word of it to you. Until that impossible day, though, when Newt finally manages to get over himself and finally confesses something, you’ll keep looking back at him, wondering what all of this is about, and never, ever knowing.

You can’t hold too much of a grudge against him for looking away, nor for rushing out of the classroom without a word more than hello or goodbye or the occasional sorry when he brushes against you in the hallway. That’s not personal, that’s just how Newt is with everybody.

Newt’s quiet, you know. Doesn’t talk to a whole lot of people if he can help it. Most of the time, he’s perfectly content to sit by himself or walk alone to class, not needing anyone around him. He brushes off eye contact like dust from a faded photograph, not straying to orbit around the popular circles like everyone else in this school. The only exceptions are the small and select group of friends he likes to keep around, and then– well, then there’s you, but that feels different, somehow.

You know of Newt’s friends, they’re all good people. The kind of good people that you’d expect someone like Newt to hang out with. There’s Alby, tall and strong and ever-present in student leadership organizations. He keeps trying to get Newt to run with him in various elections. Usually Newt’s too good of a sport to say no, but the blond boy would much rather fade into the background under more secretarial roles as opposed to vocal vice presidencies. You’d know, you’ve seen him.

Minho’s a ton of fun, too. No one can crush the student athlete grind like him. He’s captain of the varsity cross country team, and will happily swear to anyone around that he’s the fastest one by far. Newt used to run with him, but there was an injury and a lot of crushed dreams and no one likes to talk about it much. It’s surprising how quickly people can move on.

Thomas is new, just switched over to your school a few weeks ago. He’s got this freaky sort of determination that makes you want to stand and watch while he tears up everything you’ve ever known. You’re all sort of fascinated by him, and you have no doubt that if there’s anyone capable of acing the SAT and making it far enough out of here to see the walls of an Ivy League, it would be him.

The others are just as fun. Teresa’s new too, although she usually keeps to herself. Thomas knows her the best. Frypan, president of the school cooking club, can usually be seen proffering boxes of freshly baked delicacies to his friends. They’re all good kids, the lot of them. Even Chuck, who might have been someone’s younger brother or babysitting victim or just some kid they picked up. He’s years younger than any of them and goes to the local elementary school, but he’s still there half the time you see them hanging out together.

Of all of the friends, though, Newt is the enigma you’d most like to decipher. He’s quiet, for one thing, even despite the fact that he’s in such a joyful friend group. He’s smarter than anyone gives him credit for, maybe because he’s too modest to brag as much as anyone else.

And, for another thing, he’s cute. Terribly charming. Utterly impossible to ignore. He’s been in a handful of your classes for years now, and you’ve never been able to muster up the courage to have a conversation about more than classwork. Usually, he’s just on the other side of the room, working on the work from your very same lecture, and yet you can’t seem to say what you really want to him.

That might change this year, though. He’s in your history class, and the teacher has given you the best blessing any educational faculty member can provide and seated you right next to him. The desks in that room are arranged in pairs, separate from everyone else save one person, and you are with Newt. It’s absolutely lovely.

So, yes, you can stare at him in math, as you’re doing right now, but the second that bell rings, you can take your time getting to history next period, because he will be there waiting for you, and he will smile up at you, and everything, everything, will be alright.

Only– when you get to class, there’s someone in your seat. It’s not a case of someone who forgot where their assigned seat was halfway through the year. In fact, this misplaced student isn’t even in your class. This is Thomas, who should be across the hall, but isn’t.

Apparently he’s run in to urge Newt to do something. You try to hear more as you drift closer, but just when you’re within hearing range, Newt’s eyes flicker up to you and his entire body seems seized by some sort of terrible panic. He frantically cuts Thomas off, saying something about how he’ll totally do whatever they were talking about.

Thomas looks confused by the sudden change in mood, and glances over his shoulder to see you standing there, waiting for him. He stands up quickly, jokes about stealing your seat, and leaves in a rush. You let your backpack drop to the ground, and look back at the hurriedly departing Thomas. The brown-haired boy flashes Newt an eager thumbs up before leaving, which makes absolutely no sense.

You take your seat at last, peering over at Newt for some kind of explanation. The blond boy just stares intently at his homework, mumbling something about how he doesn’t know what that was about. It’s obvious that you’re not going to get any answers from him now, so you sigh and grab your books from your bag.

The second you look away, though, you can see Newt cautiously looking back at you out of the corner of your eye, a soft smile slipping over his face when he thinks you won’t notice. You trust Newt that he won’t do anything to embarrass you, so that business with Thomas truly must have been nothing at all.

Still, you’re curious, but Newt behaves pretty much the same throughout the class. You watch him out of the corner of your eye the whole time, waiting for him to slip up and say something, but no dice. He looks a little uneasy, but it doesn’t seem like anything major. 

When the teacher dismisses the class to work on a packet with your assigned seating partner, you expect Newt to do something, but no. He keeps clearing his throat like he’s going to say a few words, but he seems to lose his nerve every time and fades back into silence or, worse, a discussion of 17th century trading practices as you’re meant to be doing.

You almost think that you’re going to go the whole class without a single thing coming of Thomas’ intrusion when the bell rings, dismissing everyone to their next period. You stand up, starting to shove your books and folders into your backpack once more. Newt stands too, looking gripped by panic.

“Y/N,” he begins, then cuts himself off just as quickly.

“Yeah?” You ask, distracted by the zipper on your backpack, which has chosen this very moment to get stuck.

“Would you– would you like to see a movie with me sometime? There are a few good ones at the theater nearby, if you’d want to do something like that. If you don’t want to, that’s cool, obviously, but I was kind of hoping that–”

Newt’s tripping over himself by now, but you clear his nerves with a single smile. “Newt,” you say, “I would love to go out with you.”

“Really?” He asks, a little ahead of himself. “I mean, yeah, that sounds great. Does Friday work?”

“Friday’s perfect,” you tell him.

“Cool,” he says, “Cool, yeah. I’ll see you then.”

“Can’t wait,” you grin.

You don’t think you’d mind standing there a while longer, with Newt looking at you with that radiant smile, but unfortunately you are still in school, and you still have classes to get to. One of your friends calls your name from across the room, irritably wondering why you’re still lingering there. 

You allow yourself a beat longer, then leave at last. Newt is looking at you when you vanish from view, you think, but for once you understand what he’s not saying, what he means the most, and that– well, that is absolutely everything.

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[starysky1289]

Toxic!Soroity!Vanessa X Reader. Meeting.

TW: Drug Mention, Non-Con, Dub-Con, alcohol, toxic relationship

Note: L/N = Last name

The air was turning crisp from the Chang of seasons, you were bundled up in a fuzzy blue sweater your grandma had made you as a collage gift. The campus was huge, you had to speed walk to make it to your English Class.

You entered the large building, heading to your normal classroom, sitting in your usual spot, pulling out your books. You felt someone push behind you, and heard them settle next to you. The bell rung, and the professor walked up to the front of the class, clearing his throat.

“ good evening class. We have a new student in our class, but most certainly not new to the school. Ms.Shelly, why don’t you introduce yourself, I’m sure you don’t need one though. “

Your teacher slightly pointed up near you, looking over it was the person who sat next to your. She was a taller girl, with pale skin and thick blonde locks. She glared down at the professor, she had the iciest blue eyes you had seen.

“ my names Vanessa Shelly, I’m a Law Major, and newly elected president of Kappa Theta, surprisingly the only Sorority house in this stupid college. “

Her voice echoed in the hall, your heart raced, she was strong, intimidating, and beautiful. The Professor scoffed, heading to his desk.

“ it’s good we only have one, we can hardly keep your in control “

“ Watch your mouth. I’ll say some shit you didn’t even know where words. “

Vanessa barked down, before sitting down silently. The professor ignored her, and put the day’s assignments on the white board, it was just some reading and writing, nothing bad. You pulled out your notebook, and flipped through the pages, going back to your short story page, carefully writing your make it fluent.

You hummed, before feeling a nudge on your shoulder. Looking over, it was Vanessa.

“ so. What are we supposed to be doing? “

“ oh, we’re writing our short stories, do you want help with yours? “

“ oh it’s the free period here too? Sweet. “

Vanessa leaned back in her seat, and began to scroll through her phone. You akwardly chuckled, looking back at her.

“ well, uhm no. If you need help I’d be happy too- “

“ don’t. I only do shit if it’s important, like a quiz. “

She side eyed you, before smirking.

“ your pretty cute for a nerd. What’s ya name. “

“ O-Oh! Y/N, Y/N L/N. Why are you in an English class if you’re a law major? “

“ needed the credits. God you are gorgeous~ “

Vanessa held your chin, chuckling slightly. You couldn’t help but blush, feeling yourself grow hot.

“ She’s also my Star Pupil, so I’d be happy if you didn’t infect her “

The professor called up. Embarrassed, you tried to pull back, but Vanessa kept her hold, pulling you even closer.

“ Mind your fucking business asshole. You’re fucking lucky I show up. “

He didn’t even attempt to respond. Vanessa turned her attention back to you, her eyes half lidded, but glistening in the light.

“ Kappa Theta is holding an opening party later, anyone who’s interested to join is welcome. Why don’t you stop by, I’m sure you’d be a delight to have there~ “

“ N-no I couldn’t, I’m not into that stuff. “

“ but your into my stuff, i saw you looking at me..what, do I look good? “

You blushed again, and Vanessa laughed, letting you go. You turned back to your assignment, trying to write again. Vanessa slid you over a small peice of paper with the adress.

“ cmon, dress pretty, you’ll have a amazing time baby~ “

You nodded, finally able to settle down and finish your assignment you were already planning what you should wear, not that you had anything like she wore, but you’d make an attempt.

*~*

You showed up to the address,you could hear the music already blaring from inside the white and pink house. You tugged on your white blouse, and fixing your black legging, before knocking on the door.

The door swung open, a shorter blonde greeted you.

“ heyyy, welcome to Kappa Theta. Names Caroline. Who invited you? “

“ oh uh, hi. I’m Y/N..Vanessa Shelly Invited me. She gave me the address in our English class “

The girl turned around into the house.

“ Hey Nessa! Your English girl is hereee “

You looked into the house, watching as the tall blonde stumbled into the mud room of the house, looking up at you.

“ Y/N~ come on in, I’ve been waiting for you. “

You smiled, nodding at Caroline before heading in, wiping you feet and walking up to Vanessa.

“ hi Vanessa..I hope this is alright, it’s one of the nicest outfits I have. “

“ god don’t you look adorable, I love it. Cmon, you’re my special guest tonight, you can hang out with me. “

Vanessa lead you into the living room, it was a rather large room, two couches, one on each side of the room, a large TV that was playing some sports game, and a few coffee tables that you supposed had been moved around. Vanessa sat down on the larger of the two couches, patting the spot next to her for you to sit.

You sat down next to her, and she pulled you into her, playing with your hair while she watched the party. Vanessa was rather…handsy, but you didn’t mind too much.

“ do you want a drink sweetheart? We practically have every alcohol on earth. “

“ uhm, maybe just a high noon? I’m not too worried about flavor. “

“ HEY, GET MY GIRL A HIGH NOON “

You jumped slightly when Vanessa shouted into the kitchen, a red headed man came out and tossed you the can. You opened it and drank slowly. The room around you blared with music, and lights flashed. It was rather overstimulating, but you stayed quiet. Suddenly, a girl walked up to you two, fidgeting akwardly.

“ h-hey Vanessa do you..got it? “

“ how much you got? “

Vanessa rustled through her purse, the girl infront of you pulled out a wad of cash.

“ Y/N will you count that for me real quick please? “

You nodded, taking the cash, counting quickly, it was all one’s.

“ 50 bucks. “

“ you fucking with me Cindy? “

You looked back up at the girl, Cindy. Her eyes pleaded, you where concerned on what they where taking about, and what she was even trying to buy.

“ your lucky I got a little something. But next time it won’t be this cheep. “

Vanessa tossed a very small bag to Cindy, you could see a loose white powder inside and gasped. When the girl left, you stared at Vanessa.

“ was that crack? “

“ yeah. “

“ You a law major?? Trying to be a lawyer?? “

Vanessa held your chin again, giving you that smile you fell for before.

“ don’t worry about it, no one ever finds out…cmon..relax, it’s a party after all. “

You went quiet, drinking your alcohol again. A horde of girls led into the living room by Caroline,you felt Vanessa grip on your shoulders tighten, and you could see here eyes darken.

“ Vanessa, these…lovely..group of ladies wish to enlist in our lovely sorority. “

“ I see…well..what brings you all to join? “

The girls chuckled amongst themselves, pushing one up to talk for them.

“Well, we just wanna fully enjoy college life, so why not join The Soroity. Is there some initiation or something? “

Vanessa chuckled, standing up. Your stomach twisted with what she’d do, but she seemed so polite, she wouldn’t hurt them, right?

“ yeah, here. “

Vanessa lead the girls into the kitchen, you quickly got up and follow them. Vanessa bent down behind her kitchen island, pulling out 4 bottles of scotch.

“ if yall can finish these off without cheating, you can join. Bailey, make sure you watch them. Let’s go sweetheart “

Vanessa’s tone was harsh, and you followed her back to the couch, sitting with her again. You stomach twisted at the thought of drinking that much scotch.

“ are you gonna make me do that? “

“ no, never! You’re my honorary member, besides, those girls won’t get past the second bottle. No one ever does. Well, no freshman does. “

Vanessa wrapped her arm around you shoulder, her other hand on your thigh. You hated to admit it, but you liked her, she was gorgeous, and she clearly liked you. You never let anyone touch you as much as she was touching you.

“ soo…Y/N…have you ever..been touched? “

Vanessa asked softly, making small circles with her finger nail on your thighs. You chuckled, glancing off.

“ no..n-not by someone else…”

“ but have you touched yourself~? “

You felt embarrassment rush through your veins, you gripped your blouse again, before letting yourself nod.

“ w-when my roommate’s not home..”

“ yeah? What do you do? You seem like you love a bit of grinding~ “

You squeezed your legs together, burring your face in your hands. You hated this feeling, but it burned in your stomach, it made you feel something, and you’ve never felt like it before.

“ aww..don’t be flustered beautiful…I haven’t had anyone else touch me either, only my own two fingers..and maybe a toy or two~ “

She pulled you closer to her, sitting you on her lap. She traced her fingers up and down your waist, eyeing your chest.

“Cmon…tell me beautiful~ “

“ I-i..I grind on my pillow when my roommate’s not there…sometimes I just m-m…masterbait..”

“ fuck..”

Vanessa pulled you in and kissed you deeply, running her fingers messily through your hair. You pulled back quickly, your heart raced from the rush of the kiss.

“ come on baby…you know you want it…I can take such good care. “

You contemplated the options, you hadn’t had such a feeling ever. You pushed yourself back into her, kissing her gently. She smirked, gripping your hips as she kissed you harder.

“ how about me and you head upstairs…let me take care of that body of yours…”

You only answered in a nod, and Vanessa was dragging you through the living room, and up the stairs. She lead you into the her room, it was painted pink, with a large bed in the middle. A white vanity was on one side, and a large cabinet on the other side, along with posters and other things around the room. She pushed you into the bed, pulling off your blouse and tossing it aside. She pulled your bra off aswell, putting it specifically on her vanity.

“ fuck..look at those tits…”

She began to fondle you, dragging her thumbs gently across each nipple. You whimpered slightly, and she laughed

“ don’t worry baby, I’ll take care of you…”

She turned around and stripped off her top and bra, tossing them both near your blouse. She began to work down her skirt, before stopping, turning to you.

“ you wanna help me get these off~? “

You quickly nodded, reaching up to the waistband and slowly pulling them down, admiring her panties. She chuckled, teasingly playing with her waistband.

“ cmon L/N…these too “

You pulled them down at her, practically panting at the sight of her pussy only a few inches from your face.

“ good girl~ now let me get yours. “

Vanessa pushed you down, pulling off your leggings and panties at once. She put your panties ontop of your bra, and threw the leggings aside. Finally, you two sat in the silence of the room, starting at eachothers nude bodies.

“ well, I won’t waste anymore time. Sit still. “

Vanessa turned, digging through her vanity. You watched her grab something, and slide something up her legs. She turned around, she wore a bright pink strap. You blushed profusely, looking away entirely. Vanessa pushed you down, and kissed up your neck, biting down on your shoulders and leaving hickeys on every open part of your skin from your neck down.

“ oh so beautiful…god I’ll enjoy this…”

“ n-Nessa please be gentle…I-I’ve never taken something like this. “

She quickly covered your mouth with her palm, growling into your ear.

“ stay fucking quiet, your mine right now…the only noises I want to hear coming from you are moans. “

Vanessa held your legs open, dragging the tip through your folds, before plunging in. You let out a moan of pleasure, and immediately gripped the bedsheets. Vanessa thrusted into you, her pelvis hitting you with a wet slap.

“ god..for a fucking virgin you sure are soaking. .”

She hooked your legs over her shoulders, and thrusted into you harder, keeping her steady pace while also ruining you. Tears had already began to swell in your eyes, the size was ripping you apart, your moans were practically screams of pleasure mixed with pain.

“ v-Vanessa! Oh god I-it hurts!! I can’t do this..I can’t please s-stop! “

She ignored you, instead thrusting into you harder, faster, deeper. Her fingers gripped your waist, leaving dark bruises from the pressure, her nails leaving marks just above the bruises.

“ Fuck. Fuck your good. God you..pathetic fucking whore …”

“ Vanessa p-please!! I can’t do this please please please stop!! I can’t I can’t do this “

You felt the sting of a slap on your ass, and with a few finally aggressive thrusts, you cum. Your moans are ruined, you can hardly control your own breathing. She pulled out for a moment, panting, before grinding through your folds again.

“ n-no…please n-not again…”

“ you won’t even feel it after your third round..now be a good girl for me and shut up. “

And with a single thrust, you were moaning again, gripping to the sheets again, looking up at the face who only moments ago was looking at you with such love. It was going to be a long night.

*~*

The sun peaked through the blinds, and made you awake. You shot up, panting, holding the covered over your nude body. You could hardly remeber last night, only that you had to of been 6 rounds deep before you were absolutely screaming for her to stop. Vanessa was stil asleep next to you. You got up quickly, grabbing your phone from your leggings pocket, you missed two of your classes already, and actively late in English.

“ fuck fuck I’m dead- I’m dead- “

You turned to grab your undergarments from the vanity, but they were missing, she must of moved them somewhere. You didn’t have time to deal with that, you slowly slid the leggings and blouse back on. You could still see hickeys and bruises around you neck, you quickly turned to her cabinet, digging through and grabbing the first full hoodie you could find, throwing it on. You then slid your shoes on, and dashed out the front door, not even caring to look back.

You ran down through the campus, skidding into your English class, moments too late. The dismissal bell had rung, you had missed one of your most important classes.

“ Ms L/N. I wasn’t to shocked to see you missed. I already emailed your other professors and said you had slept in late and had gotten sick, sit. “

Your professor spoke, point towards the chair near his desk. You sat, guilt ate at you like a dog who hadn’t been fed in days.

“ you went to that party, didn’t you. “

“ she wanted me to…I didn’t know what was going to happen. “

“ what did happen, Ms L/N. “

You stayed quiet. You didn’t know what she’d do if you told, but you didn’t want to find out.

“ we know what happens. I will tell you now, Ms L/N. She is a parasite, and she has latched on. You need to stop seeing her if you have any chance off successfully graduating in three years “

“ but I just missed today! And trust me I’m really sorry, but it won’t happen again, I promise! “

Your professor stood up sighing, heading towards the door to let you go.

“ you have a bright future, don’t let her ruin it. Have a good day Y/N, you are excused from the rest of the classes. “

You got up and walked out, she couldn’t be that bad, right? Sure, she was a bit aggressive last night, but she was drunk and into it.

You made your way back to your dorm room, stopping suddenly, Vanessa and another girl stood infront of the dorm building chatting. She must of woke up when you left earlier.

“ Oh, Y/N, there are are…in my 80 dollar hoodie. “

You went quiet, trying to walk through them. She grabbed you by the hood, pulling you into her.

“ you took my virginity last night, i think the hoodie is a good trade off. “

You mutter, they both burst out laughing. Vanessa held your face, kissing you gently, you felt her put something around your wrist. Looking down, it was a bright pink scrunchie

“ here you go~ now you’ll wear this everywhere you go, and everyone will know your mine~ “

“ y-yours? “

“ well yeah. You’re my pretty little girlfriend now..we’re going out to lunch later so I can show you off to everyone…you’ll be good and come, won’t you~? “

You swallowed the air in your lungs, and nodded. Vanessa smirked, and let you go. You hurried to your dorm room, and threw off the hoodie. The scrunchie felt like a chain on your wrist. You were hers, like she said last night.

You’d make it work. Shed get better, everything would be alright.

[onlymingyus]

To You

pairing; joshua hong x lee seokmin (dk) x afab reader

genre; smut (minor dni), fluff, angst

warnings; college au, med student!shua, art student!seokmin, art student!reader, poly relationship, unprotected sex, fingering, oral (f receiving), hand job (briefly), masturbation, voyeurism/exhibitionism, pet names (peanut, baby, darling), hand on the throat, creampie, breast play, some mild mlm (there is more mention of this in the bonus headcanons so if you don't want this skip the very end but it is mild -- but this a poly relationship so), mention of joshua being a sugar daddy, food and drink, pining, mild jealousy, negotiation of a relationship, teasing, the reader is written to be smaller than joshua and seokmin -- hence the nickname of peanut

w/c; 15 k and some change 

requested; no

a/n; this took me a while to write. there were a lot of plot points I wanted to get out and then the plot kept building. I really do hope you enjoy it. this poly relationship really became important to me over the couple weeks of writing it. i really like the pairing of shua and dk.

“Okay, so what is the similarity between transcription and DNA replication?” 

You tap your pencil against the table, your eyes watching Seokmin as he sighs, leaning his head back. You knew that he knew the answer, he was just struggling to put all the pieces together in his head to come up with the right answer. 

Lee Seokmin was a very smart man, he excelled in the classes that were focused on his major but when it came to those that were required for graduation, that is where he fell short. This is also how the two of you had become so close. You shared the same major, deciding to pursue a degree in Art but you didn’t seem to struggle in the mundane classes like math, biology, or English like Seokmin did. 

“They both require a polymerase.” 

You only smile at the voice but Seokmin looks up with a half smile rolling his eyes at the man who leans down to press a kiss to your cheek from behind. Joshua Hong, the very epitome of perfection. A pre-med student, on the Dean’s list, from a wealthy family, and your boyfriend. 

“I knew that. They both require a poly…uh poly meringue.” 

Joshua laughs against your cheek at Seokmin’s words before standing back to his full height. “Merase, but pretty close. How long have you two been at it?” His large hands work into your shoulders making you instantly relax in your chair. He seemed to know exactly the right words, and how to touch you to make you melt. 

You had met Joshua in an Art History class, he had been taking it for an elective after putting off signing up for one until the last moment. What he had first thought was his misfortune and what could have been an incredibly boring class turned out to be the best thing that could have happened to him. You had smiled at him that first day, the seat to your right had been open and Joshua couldn’t help but introduce himself. 

Now a year later, he couldn’t see himself with anyone else despite being the most sought-after man on campus. Many had been confused by his choice at first, you weren’t his usual type. You weren’t popular by most standards. You dressed in boring clothes, you were quiet, kept to yourself, a bit of a nerd, but Joshua seemed to see past all of that. 

To say that you hadn’t changed after you met him would be a lie. Your wardrobe was much different, you had shifted your personality slightly to be more personable but in the end, you were happy. You had lots of friends, even if not all of them were the type of people you wanted to be around. Most of all you had Joshua and now you had your best friend Seokmin, who reminded you so much of how you used to be. 

Seokmin refused to change. He was what most people called “emo”. He wore dark clothes, kept mostly to himself, headphones on, and his face in his sketchbook, but when he was around you he would open up. He was what you were before you let everything change, and you were proud of him and proud to call him your friend. 

“Mm, three hours I think.” You smile at Seokmin, his eyes moving over your face, finally falling to Joshua’s hands on your shoulders before he looks away to give you a bit of space. “But, Seokmin is going to ace this test. I can feel it.” 

Seokmin scoffs, leaning his head back against the back of the chair. You had so much faith in him and he adored you for it. He adored you for many reasons and most he couldn’t act on. You weren’t his, you never would be. How could he compete with Mr. Perfect? Even if he wanted to hate Joshua, he couldn’t. There was nothing to hate beyond the fact that Joshua had what he wanted. 

“Yeah, we’ll see. I manage to fuck up a lot of things, Peanut.” 

Joshua smirks a bit at the nickname Seokmin calls you. He knew it was innocent, something as simple as you being smaller than Seokmin but Joshua still found it amusing. Not every best friend had a pet name for each other. “I’m sure you will do just fine, Seokmin. You and Y/N have been working very hard.” 

You smile, gesturing back towards Joshua as if to say ‘I told you so’ to Seokmin who just laughs and shrugs. Joshua laughs, shaking his head, his hand moving to slide along the side of your face as he leans down to tilt your head up so he could kiss you gently. 

“I’ll see you later, Darling. Dinner at my place?” 

Humming out an affirming response, you smile on his lips. Joshua grins against them, stepping back to give a nod and wave to Seokmin before leaving you and him alone once again. Seokmin sighs softly watching you with Joshua, the way you react to him. What he wouldn’t give to leave you breathless like that just once. 

“So, poly meringue.” 

Laughing, you shake your head at Seokmin, your pencil slipping off your fingers to fly in his direction causing him to laugh in return. “Polymerase, an enzyme.” You can’t help but feel your chest tighten at the sight of how handsome Seokmin is when he smiles so brightly for you. The way his eyes pull at the corners, his bright teeth on display. He never smiled like that for others. He was so timid, closed off. 

“Right, right. Not a dessert. I’ll remember that one now.” 

Several hours later you found yourself in Joshua Hong’s apartment. Not many were as lucky as him to have their own, especially not having to share. He had asked you to move in with him several times and each time you had declined telling him that you didn’t want to crowd him. Though in truth you were just afraid of what it would mean if you made that decision. 

You did love being there with him. Not having to worry about all the noise of your shared apartment, though you didn’t mind your roommates, even if they could be a bit much at times. Yet you found yourself spending many nights with your boyfriend only to have him remind you that you didn’t have to leave. 

“Did you enjoy dinner?” Joshua smiles as you sigh happily, your head resting on his lap while the two of you rest on his couch. His fingers lazily move through your hair, his eyes seeming to drink in every inch of you that he could see. 

Smiling, you meet his eyes only to look away feeling a bit shy even after all this time. “Yeah, it was really good. I still don’t believe you made it, that seems fake even for you Shua.” He had made some sort of smoked salmon dish with vegetables on the side. Everything about it had been delicious, to the point that you had asked it multiple times which restaurant he had ordered it from. 

“Scout's honor, I cooked it. I called my mom for pointers. I’m really glad you liked it, darling. Did the study session with Seokmin go well? I could tell he was struggling.” 

You loved that there never seemed to be any jealousy from Joshua when it came to Seokmin. Most men would be furious about their girlfriend having a male best friend but Joshua was completely supportive. He pushed you to hang out with him telling you that, ‘friends were important’ and ‘that he wanted you to be happy. Your happiness was the most important thing to him. 

“It went pretty well. I think he’s just too much in his head. Something is on his mind, but he isn’t telling me what it is. I think maybe once this test is over, he’ll feel better. Maybe he needs a good trip or something. I don’t know, I wish I knew better how to help.” 

Joshua listens to you intently, his fingers moving to run along your cheek down to your jaw. You were such a good person in his eyes. That was one of the many things he loved about you and what had made him choose you over anyone else. Your compassion for others above yourself, and when it came to Seokmin that was even more evident. Raising a brow, Joshua considers your words, a small smile crossing his lips while his thumb gently slides over your chin. 

“Mmm, we could do that. If you want, and if you think Seokmin would like it. I could plan it.” 

You knew that Joshua meant well, and you weren’t really against the idea but you weren’t sure how Seokmin would react. Letting out a small laugh you shake your head, your nose wrinkling a bit. “I dunno, we could ask him but he might feel a bit weird going with us. Don’t you think he’d feel like the third wheel?” 

Joshua’s hand slides along your jaw, his fingers caressing your neck causing you to swallow hard to the feeling of your stomach tightening. You couldn’t help the way his touch could instantly make your thighs instinctively push together without much effort at all. Seemingly to not even notice the effect he has on you, Joshua purses his lips and tilts his head in thought. 

“No, I don’t think so. Not if we don’t treat him like one. You pay so much attention to him, but yet I don’t think you truly see him, darling.” 

Furrowing your brows at Joshua’s words, you lick your lips to the feeling of his palm sliding along your neck and finally to your chest where his fingers play with the buttons of your shirt. “I don’t know what you mean, Shua. I see him…just fine, and I didn’t mean I would treat him poorly if that’s what, wh—what you are insinuating.” 

Your words become breathless, scattered almost as Joshua’s fingers push your shirt open leaving it to fall to either side of your body. He simply frowns, trailing the back of his fingers between your breasts over the middle of your bra all while shaking his head at your words. 

“I’m not saying that at all. You couldn’t treat anyone poorly, even if you tried. I’m simply saying that you don’t see how much he likes you. I’m not upset about it, darling. I just think that given the chance, Seokmin would very much like the opportunity to do exactly what I’m doing to you right now.” 

With your brows furrowing, you arch your back pushing your breasts towards Joshua’s touch. His large hand slides almost delicately over the lace until his thumb catches the top of your bra pulling it down slowly as his eyes meet yours once again. 

“Shua…please.” You weren’t even sure what you were saying please. Was it for him to touch you or was it about his conversation with Seokmin? Closing your eyes, you bite your lip and shake your head knowing he wouldn’t let it go without a conversation. “He’s just my friend…he doesn’t think of me like that. Could we talk about this later?” 

Joshua smiles, his eyes moving over your pretty face, his thumb circling your nipple feeling it harden under his touch. You can feel his cock hardening just under your head even as he laughs quietly shaking his head. “Mmm yes, I suppose, but I am right. You’ll see that one day soon. Stay the night with me?” 

There was no way you were going to say no. Not as his fingers carefully played with your nipple, but his other hand slid along your stomach toward the top of your jeans. “Okay, just tonight. I have to study…that test is in a couple of days. Oh god, Shua. I need you.” 

“You have me, darling. You could just study here. It’s quiet here, and I can be good. Seokmin could even come here to study with you. I don’t mind…I don’t know why you won’t just move in with me.” 

You sigh heavily, your hand sliding over Joshua’s forearm as his fingers slide past your now unbuttoned jeans to dip into panties. “Shua…not right now. We can talk about it later.” He hated when you told him no, you were the only person to do that. Not even his parents had told him no many times in his life. Then you had come into his life and Joshua didn’t always get his way. 

“Hmm…I’ll prove it to you soon enough. Somehow.” 

A moan leaves your lips that causes Joshua to groan deep in his chest as his middle finger slides between your folds over your clit. You were perfect, everything about you was all he ever needed. Sliding his hand back from your jeans, Joshua is quick to help you sit up pulling you into his lap so his lips can find yours. His pretty, plush lips work over yours gently drawing out another moan from your throat. 

Joshua’s hands slide along your body, discarding your shirt and then your bra to expose more of your skin to him. His lips move from your lips, down your neck to your chest while your hands move to run through his once perfectly sculpted hair. 

“Mmm, please?” The words leave your mouth with a soft moan, making Joshua’s head spin. His fingers press into your hips over your jeans as he looks up at you to meet your needy eyes. Joshua did let you want for much. He loved to give you everything your heart might desire if you’d let him and this was no different. 

You can see the adoration in his gaze as Joshua’s hands move to help you slide from his lap. His fingers lace with yours, the other hand tilting your head back so his lips can meet yours once again when he stands beside you before leading you toward his bedroom. “Anything you want, darling.” 

Stretching out on Joshua’s bed, you glance at the clock noting it wasn’t too late at night. You had fallen asleep but the sound of his shower had woken you up. Your fingers extended for Joshua but you knew he wasn’t there, you could hear the sound of the water and his humming just a room away. Smiling softly, you sit up, pulling the sheet around your chest and reaching for your phone to look at your texts. You had missed a few from friends but only one that you cared about truly. 

Minnie: ‘Thanks for today. Miss you already, Peanut. I’ll buy coffee in the morning.’ 

You bite at your bottom lip leaning your head back against the headboard deciding to press the call on Seokmin’s name. You missed him too and you had a few minutes before Joshua would join you back in bed. It would be nice to hear his voice before bed. 

Seokmin’s head pushes back into his pillows, his hand wrapped just under the head of his cock. He had put this off for so long, in truth he felt bad about it. Not so much the act, but his reasoning. You were on his mind and he had been looking through pictures, the next thing he knew he was so hard he felt like he was going to explode. 

He couldn’t help but let his mind fantasize about how things could be different if he had met you first. If you were with him in his bed instead of with Joshua. If instead of feeling like your loser best friend, he’d have you in his arms. Your lips on his. His hands move over your body. Exploring every part of you. 

Groaning your name, Seokmin pushes his thumb against his slit thrusting his hips upward. Pre-cum oozes along his fingers as he imagines what it might be like to have you touch him instead. How pretty your hand would look wrapped around his cock. How soft your touch would be and yet how much it would drive him crazy. 

He was right there, right on the edge. His climax teetered when his phone started to ring, your ringtone. You had set it yourself, along with the cutest fucking picture Seokmin had ever seen in his entire life. Gasping as his breath gets caught in his throat, Seokmin looks at his phone and your picture dropping his hand from his cock and feeling his climax being pulled from him. His free hand moves to pick up the phone and puts it on his chest pressing the button to answer it on speaker as he licks his lips. “Uh, hey…Peanut. Something wrong?” 

You could tell Seokmin was out of breath or something. Furrowing your brows you adjust the phone against your ear pulling your legs towards your stomach and shaking your head. “No, just missing you. I saw your text and thought I’d call you since you were still awake. Am I bothering you? Did I interrupt something? I can just talk to you in the morning.�� 

Seokmin laughs under his breath, lifting his hand to run it over his face wiping away some sweat. With a soft groan, he tugs his sweats back over his hips and shakes his head a bit at how you seemed to know he was up to something. “No, no…I’m good. I was just playing a game. You aren’t bothering me. It is late though, I thought you’d be asleep by now. Are you at home?” 

He knew the answer, it was far too quiet on the other side of the line for you to be at home. Usually, if you were at your apartment some girl was yelling in the background and you sounded stressed out. Now you sounded calm, it was peaceful, you were with Joshua. 

“No, I’m at Joshua’s. We had dinner, I’m just crashing here tonight. You know how my place is…I’ll get more sleep here anyway.” 

Seokmin just nodded, he knew that was true. He wished he could just offer for you to stay with him but his dorm room wasn’t any better and his RA would lose his mind if you stayed the entire night. “Yeah, no…you’ve made a good choice, Peanut. You need some good sleep. Gotta rest that big brain.” 

You laugh, rolling your eyes at Seokmin’s words. “You are full of it. You know you are going to ace that test right? I’ll make sure of it. Speaking of... afterward would you want to get away for the weekend? I know I could use the break and you’ve been banging your head against tables for a month.” 

He knew there had to be some sort of catch but the idea of getting away with you sounded wonderful. Seokmin sighs, adjusting himself on his bed furrowing his brows. “Just us…or? I don’t mind getting away, it sounds awesome but…” 

Biting at your lip, you close your eyes to his questioning tone. You had known he would feel weird about it but you still felt like you should try. “I mean, with Joshua and I. He’s the one who had the idea. Said we could both use the time to relax, said he would plan it and everything. You know how he is…very goal-oriented.” 

That was one way to put it, Seokmin thought to himself, anal was another. Not that it was a bad thing, Joshua would make one hell of a doctor one day because of how his personality was. “Uh…yeah maybe. I don’t know, Peanut. Won’t that be weird? I’ll be in the way of the romance and all that shit.” 

You laugh a bit awkwardly just as the bed dips beside you, Joshua smiles at you when you meet his eyes. “I don’t think that’s what the trip would be for Min. It’s more for relaxing…not so much romance. Just think about it and let me know tomorrow.” 

“Tell him it’s my treat. He literally doesn’t have to do anything, just show up and enjoy it.” 

Seokmin frowns a bit at Joshua’s voice, leaning his head back against his pillows. “Yeah, I heard him. I’ll think about it, seriously I will. I’ll talk to you in the morning.” 

Nodding, you bite at your lip before letting out a soft sigh. “Okay, get some rest. I love you.” 

Seokmin laughs into a deep breath looking up at his ceiling at your words. “Love you too, Peanut.” Disconnecting the call, Seokmin lays his phone to the side furrowing his brows at what had just happened. He had a lot to consider. 

Joshua lifts his hand to run it over your cheek as you put your phone back on the nightstand with a small sigh. “I think he’ll go, Y/N. Don’t worry so much about it.” He watches your brows furrow a bit, his thumb moving to press against the middle of your brows making you laugh when they relax some. 

“I’m okay, I promise Shua. Just so much on my mind.” 

He could see the wheels turning in your head, so he knew that you were telling the truth. “Mmm, we could talk about it if you want, but maybe we should do it after you’ve had some more sleep.” 

You nod, leaning into his touch. Joshua moves closer to you letting you rest your head on his shoulder. You close your eyes to the feeling of his fingers trailing along your side. “I love you Shua.” 

Joshua grins, a small appreciative sound leaving his lips as he reaches up to turn off the lamp. He pulls you closer to his body, nudging your head with his cheek. “I love you too, darling. Goodnight.” 

“Show me.” You try to peek over Seokmin’s shoulder but the man is just too tall making it impossible for you to see the grade on his test without his permission. “Lee Seokmin! Show me right now.” 

The corners of his eyes lift slightly as he laughs, the way your voice rose an octave in your annoyance causing him so much amusement. This is why he called you Peanut, you were just so cute and small in his eyes. Reaching out to ruffle your hair, Seokmin then offers you the paper in his hands, making you scoff at him when you rip it away to look at it. 

“It’s not the best, honestly…but–” 

“You passed! Oh my god! I told you! What did I fucking tell you, Minnie?! You are so freaking smart. Don’t you ever say something bad about yourself ever again? I’m keeping this and hanging it on my fridge.” 

Seokmin groaned at your words, you were worse than his mother. He watches you fold the paper, putting it into your bag knowing you would do exactly what you said you would do. Granted it would probably end up on Joshua’s fridge and not the fridge at your shared apartment. 

“You are embarrassing. What did you make? Like a 100?” 

You furrow your brows and shoot Seokmin a look, the two of you begin to walk toward the closest bench to take a seat. “No, I made a 98…so I missed something, but it’s whatever. Besides, this isn’t about me. You passed the test which means we are going away this weekend, right?” 

He had never given you a straight answer regarding the invitation. Nothing more than a simple, “yeah…we will see”. Now Seokmin had no other choice but to say yes or no. He had passed the test and you and Joshua had made it clear it was a treat. 

Lifting his hand to rub the back of his neck, you watch as Seokmin thinks way too hard. It was clear he was going to tell you no and that made your chest tighten. “Please? We haven’t gotten away in such a long time and it won't be nearly as much fun without you. Please, please for me?” 

Seokmin’s eyes move over your face, your cute eyes pleading with him. God, he shouldn’t have looked at you and just said no but now he was fucked. Letting out a slow breath, Seokmin nods, dropping his hand back into his lap. “Okay…I’ll go.” 

Your arms wrap around his neck, your lips brushing over his cheek causing Seokmin’s heart to beat quickly in his chest. You were giggling, excited at his answer but Seokmin was trying desperately not to lose his mind. His hands move to rest on your hips before sliding along to your back to pull you into the hug allowing himself to enjoy it for the moment. 

“Thank you! I swear this will be the best long weekend. Shua has it all planned out, I don’t know what that even means but he says it will be perfect. He’s going to be so happy you said yes. I love you, Seokmin.” 

God, if you only knew. That was all Seokmin could think, his fingers clenching at your hoodie as his nose buried against your hair taking in your scent. You kept bringing up Joshua and he wasn’t really mad, just jealous. He couldn’t blame you for mentioning him but sometimes he just wanted a little time that belonged to him. 

“I love you too, Peanut. I’m sure it’ll be…great.” 

Seokmin looked around the room wrinkling his nose. He knew you were right down the hall with Joshua, so maybe that’s what made this worse. He had thought Joshua would pick a hotel with his room entirely separate, but instead, the man had rented an entire house. 

Flopping down on the bed, Seokmin groans at the feeling that washes over him. Fuck, the bed was so comfortable. The windows were open letting a warm sea breeze blow over him making his hoodie almost uncomfortable. He hadn’t had many chances to get away like this, especially to places like this, so he hadn’t really planned the best wardrobe for it. 

A knock at the door brings him out of his thoughts, Seokmin’s eyes lifting to the sound of your soft voice. “Can I come in? I have some stuff for you.” Hauling himself up, Seokmin groans with a nod, his hand moving to rub the back of his damp neck. 

“Yeah, come in.” 

Where he didn’t seem to fit in with the location, you quickly adapted. Seokmin’s eyes move over your exposed legs up to the end of your tight shorts where he pulls his eyes away with a soft breath. You seem not to notice, instead, you look concerned about him, moving towards his bed and laying down a bag and a stack of towels. 

“Okay, so here are some towels, and don’t be mad but I know how you dress and you seriously can not wear your hoodie the entire time. You are going to roast to death, Seokmin. I got you some t-shirts and shorts. I think you’ll like them though…they aren’t like Joshua’s style, so don’t freak out on me.” 

Seokmin just laughs, he wasn’t surprised but he doesn’t speak just yet. Instead, he just watches as you take out a few shirts and shorts, most of them darker in color and plain. He watches as you move to his duffle bag to take out his favorite blue flannel showing it to him. 

“So see, what I was thinking…you could wear this over this and like your sneakers even, but I did get you some sandals because we have to go to the beach.” 

You were so fucking cute and thoughtful. Seokmin’s eyes moved over your face and hands as you spoke and moved around his room to put away the clothes. You had gone out of your way to make sure Seokmin didn’t feel like a third wheel so far. He could appreciate it but he knew in the end there wasn’t going to be much you could do to change how Joshua looked at you or how he touched you. 

“Speaking of the beach, I was thinking we could go out there tonight.” Both your and Seokmin’s attention is drawn toward the door where Joshua leans against the frame with a smile on his lips. “Or we could just enjoy the pool and hot tub here, have some dinner, and relax. It was a long trip. Whatever you two are up for. This is a trip for you.” 

Seokmin looks down letting out a breath as the breeze moves through his hair, a small humorless laugh falling from his lips. He knew he would have to eventually spend some time with you and Joshua but maybe he could wiggle his way out of it. “Uh, I might just chill in here tonight. I’m pretty tired…I can order something and have it delivered and you two can have a nice night out toget–” 

“No, we will just all stay here. Go to the pool and get food, if you are tired Seokmin. We can watch a movie, your choice.” Moving around his bed, you grab Seokmin’s hand tugging at it to pull his attention towards you. Once his eyes are on yours, you smile at him tilting your head and trying to give him your best puppy dog eyes. “Like, Shua said, it’s our trip right? It’s because we passed Biology, Min.” 

Joshua watches curiously as Seokmin seems to crumble under your attention. The way the man’s thumb rubs a circle on the back of your hand until he finally sighs and nods making you smile brightly. You were so good at getting your way with him and Seokmin. Joshua had seen that same look so many times but it never took this much convincing for him to say yes to you. 

“Yay! Okay, so just get changed because you are sweating and we will all go to the pool and then get food. I’m so excited.” 

When you lean to kiss Seokmin’s cheek he stops breathing knowing that Joshua is watching. His eyes find the man who only smirks a bit, his arms crossed as he still leans against the door frame. He didn’t seem mad at him, jealous, not a single negative emotion. Seokmin wasn’t sure what to think. He didn’t know if he wanted him to be mad but instead, he watched you move back to Joshua who extended a hand out for you to link his fingers with yours before you both left the room leaving him alone. 

“What the fuck? Why am I here? Seokmin, you are an idiot…” The words were muttered under a breath, his hand running over his face as Seokmin moved to his feet to move towards the window letting the breeze hit him a bit more, cooling him down. 

Inside your shared room with Joshua, you drop his hand in place of opening one of the drawers you had claimed as your own to pull out one of your bikinis. Joshua closes the door behind him letting his eyes trail over your backside, the same smirk that had been on his face when he had seen you kiss Seokmin’s cheek still lingering on his lips. 

“You seem happy, darling.” 

You start to speak when you feel Joshua’s fingers pulling your shirt from your shorts causing you to laugh when you realize how close he is. Lifting your arms you let him help you undress, leaning your back against his still-clothed chest so his hands can slide across your stomach to your shorts to undo them. 

“I am, this was a really good idea. It’s already so relaxing being here. It’s like a weight was pulled off of me the moment we left campus, if that makes sense?” 

Joshua hums out a response with a nod, his lips brushing against the side of your neck. You sway your hips from side to side while his thumbs push at your shorts working them down your legs letting gravity take care of the rest. 

“It does, and I’m glad you are happy. That’s all I want, you know that though. Do you think Seokmin is happy?” 

Meeting his eyes in the mirror, you can’t help but feel your body warm up a few degrees when Joshua’s thumbs twist into the top elastic of your panties before he begins to work them down your hips to your legs. His eyes never leave yours even as he nudges your neck with his nose and lips causing goosebumps to spread across your skin. 

“Mmm, I hope he is. I think he is. He’s…just not used to this I think. As I told you before, I don’t want him to feel like the third wheel, Shua.” 

Joshua nods, pressing a kiss to your neck once your panties fall to join your shorts at your feet. His hands move back up your spine to undo your bra as he speaks, “I don’t think he will. I’m trying to make sure he won’t at least. I know you are maybe trying too hard. Don’t stress over it. He knows how much you love him.” 

Your brows furrow at Joshua’s words and the feeling of the back of his fingers sliding along your shoulders to push your bra straps from your arms letting the last garment fall from your body. Meeting his eyes once more in the mirror you tilt your head as he smiles at you stepping away to let you get dressed in your bikini though you were more aroused than you’d like to admit. 

“I…yeah I do love him. Does that bother you?” 

Sitting on the end of the bed, Joshua crosses his arms pulling his shirt up and over his head he watches you get dressed. At your question he can’t help but laugh a bit, his hips lifting to push down his shorts kicking them off. 

“Not at all, I knew that you loved him from the moment you met him, darling. There is a connection there that is unbreakable and I’d never try to hurt it. I’ve told you that many times. If anything I’d only want to strengthen it. Why else would I suggest this trip?” 

Looking back into the mirror you adjust the straps of your bikini watching Joshua undressing in the mirror as he speaks. You find yourself letting your eyes travel over his sculpted body. No matter how many times you slept with him or simply saw him naked you were never prepared for how breathtaking he was. 

“I don’t know. I just worry sometimes, Shua. Not all men are like that. He and I are perhaps too close sometimes. I don’t know and you’ve said things that have made me wonder about things.” You laugh at your ramblings and how your thoughts seem to just flow out of your mouth like nonsense. “Just ignore me. I’m just nervous about having you both here, I guess.” 

There was no way that Joshua was going to ignore you or anything you had to say. That wasn’t who he was or who he would ever be, especially when it came to you. Nothing you had ever said meant “nothing”. Reaching you to accept a pair of swim trunks you offer him, Joshua whispers a thank you before slipping them on and standing up to pull them to his hips. He can’t help but notice how your eyes shyly drop from him despite who he is to you. 

“We will figure it all out, we always do, don't we?” Joshua’s hand slides across your jaw to rest under your chin lifting your gaze toward him. His thumb gently caresses your bottom lip causing your mouth to fall open so deliciously that Joshua is the one who has to take a breath this time reminding himself there is a time and a place. 

“Yeah, we do. I love you.” 

Your words cause Joshua’s heart to beat a bit harder, his lips pulling up in a soft smile as he takes a step closer to kiss you. Speaking on your lips, his hands hold you close to him, fingers dangerously low on your hips. “I love you too, and to keep my word about not making Seokmin feel like a third wheel, I’ll restrain myself and take you out to the pool instead of taking you to that bed.” 

Laughing against his lips, you shake your head. You could understand the sentiment, your body felt like it was on fire under his touch. There was something in the air, a tension that didn’t seem to just be in this room but instead was inside the entire house. 

“Mm, you have to be a good boy.” 

Joshua groans a bit when you pull away from him after saying those words, your fingers slipping from his. His eyes follow your hips as you walk from the room leaving the door open for him.

“Seokmin, come on! The pool is waiting and the sun is starting to go down. It’s a perfect time.” 

Sitting by the side of the pool, Seokmin watched as you laughed splashing Joshua. You seemed so happy, so carefree. You both did, he wasn’t sure how to do that. Especially in his current situation. Letting his feet move through the water slowly, Seokmin smiles a bit when you move closer to him, a glint of mischief in your eyes. You had been trying to get him into the water for over an hour. He was still in a t-shirt over his swim trunks but you had at least gotten him to get his feet wet. 

“Peanut, what are you up to?” 

You just laugh softly, going under the water enough that it covers your lips making Seokmin smile even brighter at you. Joshua watches from a distance curiously, he had been trying to give Seokmin space but he had been watching him occasionally. He had noted how the man’s eyes had lingered on your body, but he couldn’t blame him. How could anyone not look at you? You were a feast for the eyes on a good day but today, in your bikini…you were a goddess. 

Tilting your head, you meet Seokmin’s eyes curiously as he matches your head tilting before a loud gasp leaves his lips when you move out of the water pushing your hands towards him to splash him with water soaking his front. Squealing, you swim away to a laughing but shocked Joshua who shakes his head. 

“If you have come to me for protection after an act like that, darling…I’m not sure I can provide it. I would probably have to even turn you over my knee. That was dirty.” 

Your cheeks burn at Joshua’s words, especially those said in front of Seokmin. You mutter for him to hush, your hands running around his arm as you laugh trying to hide behind the large man from your best friend who wipes his hand over his face, pushing water from his eyes. 

“You’re damn right that was dirty. Peanut…” Your nickname falls from Seokmin’s lips almost sweetly, his eyes lifting to find you looking around Joshua’s arm all while giggling. You had pushed him just enough and struck a nerve. 

Nodding, Seokmin crosses his arms in front of him peeling the wet shirt from his body causing you to suck in an audible breath and look down. You had seen him shirtless before but it was very rare and only for a few seconds, and he had never looked like this before. Had he been going to the gym? 

Joshua smirks at your reaction to Seokmin, he could hear your breath, and feel the way your hand tightened on his arm. Glancing back at you, he couldn’t help but laugh under his breath finding you looking away from the other man. 

“As I said, I’m not going to be able to protect you. You fought dirty, Y/N. Clearly…” Joshua tilts your head up, turning it towards Seokmin who lowers himself into the pool, his eyes on yours, “there are consequences to your actions, darling.” 

Consequences. That was one word for it. You couldn’t help but internally panic at the sight in front of you and how Joshua was acting. When his hand drops from your face and he moves from in front of you a whine falls from your lips making Seokmin laugh.

“What? Are you afraid I’m going to hurt you? I’d never hurt you…but payback is a bitch.” 

You brace yourself, closing your eyes, for the impact of water when Seokmin gets closer but it never comes, instead, you feel his warm body next to yours. Opening one eye, you peek up at Seokmin to find him smirking at you, his cup hands held above your head. 

“Hi, Peanut.” 

Words start to form on your lips, but instead of speaking them, you whine and Seokmin tilts his hands, letting the water splash onto your head and face. His larger hands held more than you ever dream of holding so you find yourself spitting out water towards his shoulder causing him to laugh. 

“Gross, I didn’t ask for you to spit on me. Haven’t you heard of consent?” 

Your cheeks burn from Seokmin’s words and hearing Joshua’s chuckle just a few feet from you. Reaching out with one hand you smack at his chest while using the other to push water from your eyes. Quickly you realize the mistake you’ve made when your hand Seokmin’s firm chest, his fingers wrapping around your wrist to hold you where you are while you seem to come to terms with what you’ve done. 

“Who are you, and what have you done with my Seokmin?” You blink the rest of the water from your eyes finally meeting the man’s eyes, feeling his thumb press against the inside of your wrist caressing it almost thoughtfully. 

Joshua raises a brow at the sight, the sound of him moving in the water seeming to bring you and Seokmin back to reality, the man taking a step back from you letting your hand go. You clear your throat, sliding your hands over your hair to push it from your face as best you can before smiling at Joshua, nodding your head as if to tell him everything was fine. 

He already knew everything was fine. He could see what was in front of him, and what he saw were two people struggling with their feelings for one another. The tension was so thick he could cut it with a knife. Smirking a bit, Joshua moves close enough to run his fingers along the top of your ass nodding back at you before finally speaking. 

“I think I’m ready for dinner. Is anyone else famished?” 

The word falls off his lips almost seductively and is laced with double entendre. Seokmin licks his lips dipping down in the pool suddenly feeling like he is overheating as if the water around him could boil at any moment. 

“I–yeah I mean I could eat. I haven’t eaten much today.”  

Joshua meets the man’s eyes and smiles moving you a step closer causing Seokmin to dip down in the pool even more. “Well, we will just have to make sure you are well-fed, Seokmin. No one staying with me ever goes hungry. Isn’t that right, darling?” 

You weren’t sure what he was up to but he wasn’t lying. Joshua was always huge about making sure that you had eaten well and that you were well taken care of so you nod quickly, agreeing unaware of how you were making the situation that much more unbearable for Seokmin.

Seokmin raises a brow at Joshua when he notices the man smirking at him. That was the first sign of a possible negative emotion towards him that he had ever noticed. Perhaps he was reading it wrong but it almost felt like a challenge and for some reason, Seokmin didn’t want to back down from it. It felt like Joshua was begging him to push back. 

“Then…in that case, let’s eat.” 

You picked at your food while the two men seemed to share in a silent conversation that you apparently weren’t privy to. Between raised brows, smirks, and scoffs here and there the tension had risen dramatically in the past hour. All you had wanted to do was enjoy your take-out, but it appeared that your two dinner companions had different plans. 

“How is the chicken, darling?” 

Joshua’s words draw you back to the present, your eyes finding him while his fingers play with the back of your tank top that you had chosen to get redressed in. Seokmin can’t help but tilt his head, his eyes following along with those fingers when you arch your back as they dip down towards your hip. 

“It’s good.” You sigh and mutter, “You’d know if you’d eat…” under your breath causing Joshua to chuckle softly, his fingers lifting at your tank top to allow his fingers access to your skin just underneath. Your eyes widen at his action, your thoughts instantly going to Seokmin just a couple of feet from you. “Shua…we are at the table and we both said–” 

“Said that we’d keep Seokmin from feeling like the third wheel.” 

Heat creeps over your cheeks, a bit of shame flowing through you at hearing it said out loud in front of Seokmin. You glance over at him but instead of seeing him giving you a surprised or angry look, he just stares at you curiously before picking up a piece of chicken and eating it. 

“That is what we said, Y/N. Darling…do you think I’m a fool?” 

Joshua’s words cause you to glance back at him in shock, you had no idea why he would ever ask you something like that. Shaking your head no, you find it almost impossible to speak trying to form words, confusion was written on your face. Joshua smiles at you, a small pout of sympathy at causing you distress falling from his lips as he reaches up to push your still slightly damp hair back from your face. 

“It’s okay. I know…I’m not mad. In fact, I’m just…fuck, I can’t get earlier off my mind.” 

You shake your head, still confused about what Joshua could be talking about. Was this about him or was this about Seokmin? Glancing over at your best friend you find him watching you and Joshua curiously, your heart tightening. Fear was washing over you because you couldn’t help but begin to worry about how this trip was going to mess up your friendship. 

Joshua, seeming to sense your fear and seeing something in your eyes, coos at you again, moving in closer to press a kiss to your jaw leading the kisses to your lips, until finally speaking against them. “I keep thinking about when I undressed you before the pool, about how hard it was not to throw you on the bed and fuck you. You were so wet, darling. You may have thought I didn’t know but…I always know.” 

Seokmin glances down at his hands, his shorts feeling slightly tighter. He wasn’t sure where Joshua was going with this. Was the man teasing him with what he couldn’t have, was this a big fuck you because he had realized how he felt about you? Or was this going somewhere else? 

You whine, your eyes glancing towards Seokmin noticing that he had looked away. You shake your head at Joshua and mutter for him to hush and save it for later, even though you can’t help but enjoy it. You hate how much you enjoy that Seokmin is there to hear what Joshua wanted to do to you. 

Closing your eyes, you feel Joshua smile against the corner of your lips before he pulls away. His fingers trail up your side, exposing more of your skin to the air as he speaks. “You are never this shy. Baby, we should just ask Seokmin to join us in bed. I’ve wanted to for so long...and you can’t lie to me or him and say it isn’t something you want.” 

Hearing that made you scoff. You tilt your head back to meet Joshua’s eyes knowing he had gone too far now. “He doesn’t like me like that, Shua. I know we’ve talked about this enough for you to remember that much. We’ve discussed that…he wouldn’t want—” 

“You could ask me yourself, Y/N. You don’t know what I want unless you ask. Don’t answer for me…until you ask.” 

Seokmin rarely said your name and you hadn’t expected him to speak up so firmly so when he did you swallow hard, turning from Joshua to look at him almost shocked. His eyes are locked on you, his jaw relaxed but an obvious bit of nerves still sits upon him as he watches you and Joshua. 

“Seokmin…” 

“Ask me what I want, don’t assume.” 

Seokmin watches you shift in your seat slightly, Joshua’s hand sliding along your spine up your back while he waits for you to do as you were told. You lick your lips at the feeling of his hand pushing your shirt further up your torso, Seokmin’s eyes dropping to the exposed skin before he once again meets your eyes waiting. 

“I–I’m too afraid to ask. I don’t want to ruin our friendship, Min. No matter how much I may want it, I’d rather forget anything that happened or is happening if it meant I could have you in my life after this trip.” 

That he could understand. You were so important to him. Seokmin shakes his head, his brow furrowing. His eyes meet Joshua’s for a moment who seems to be lost in thought himself. Joshua frowns a bit at your words, he hadn’t meant to cause you any stress with this. If anything he had hoped this would help to relieve any stress there already was. 

“You will always have me in your life, Peanut. I mean, fuck… I–have been waiting for this for fucking ever, and I feel like I should apologize to you and Joshua for that but –” 

Seokmin doesn’t get the chance to finish his sentence when you surprise him and Joshua by moving from your chair to step between Seokmin’s legs. Your hands cupping his cheeks, your lips meet his for the first time taking his and Joshua’s breath away. The moment had taken over you and happened so fast that you only realized that you had done what was on your mind when you felt Seokmin’s hand on your hip hearing him speak against your lips. 

“Oh, my god…” 

Pulling back, your cheeks instantly flair hot as if you were standing by an oven. Your hands trembling, you find yourself terrified to look back at Joshua but you force yourself to. Instead of finding a furious man staring at you as you assumed, you find him watching you curiously. A look of arousal in his eyes as he lets his gaze move over your body. 

Moving from his chair, Joshua extends his hand for yours to allow you to lace your fingers with his before he makes any more movements or speaks. His free hand moves to once again push your hair from your face allowing him to judge just how warm your face had gotten, a smile spreading over his features when he looks over your shoulder to Seokmin. 

“You don’t need my permission to follow but I feel like you want it, so you have it. If either of you is doubting that this is something that I am into or if it is something that I want, let me make it very clear to you right now. I want this, so either follow us into the bedroom and get what you want or deal with the regret later.” 

Joshua doesn’t wait for Seokmin’s answer, and he doesn’t let you ponder on his words as he leads you towards the hall pushing open the door to the master bedroom instantly pulling you into his arms. His lips move over yours hungrily, matching the way his hands seem to claw at your clothing. 

Seokmin had only stood in place in the kitchen for a moment when Joshua had pulled you away. He had weighed the pros and cons so quickly his head was spinning but the moment you were out of his sight it was unbearable and his feet had followed. Now he was standing inside the master bedroom feeling out of place and yet like there was nowhere else he’d rather be. 

Breaking from your lips for a moment to pull your shirt over your head to leave you in your lace bra, Joshua catches Seokmin’s gaze. A grin spreads over your boyfriend’s lips knowing this was going exactly as it should. With a few strategic steps towards you, Joshua walks you backward until your mostly bare back hits something firm and warm. 

Hands shakily move along your arms drawing your glance up to see Seokmin’s eyes on yours. Joshua’s fingers move back to your hips to carefully undo your shorts, giving you and your best friend a moment to collect yourselves. It only seems to take that long because when you whisper his name, Seokmin lets out a gentle breath, lifting his hand to slide it over your cheek as he leans down to press his lips to yours once again. 

Joshua pulls your hips forward momentarily to shimmy your shorts to the floor with your panties, a groan escaping him when he lifts his eyes to find your lips on Seokmin once again. “Unclasp her bra, Seokmin. She’s so fucking pretty…you need to really see her.” 

You felt suddenly embarrassed realizing how naked you were in comparison to the men in the room but when Seokmin’s knuckles ran along every bump of your spine to finally reach the clasp of your bra you couldn’t seem to care anymore. A smile crosses his lips at a soft moan falling from your lips, Seokmin has to shake his head feeling his cock twitch in his shorts. 

“I’ve dreamt about how pretty you would sound, Peanut.” The name on his lips this time had a different feeling, something more sensual and erotic as it rolled off his tongue. “I had some idea…but it was never close enough. God…you are so beautiful. I want to taste you so badly, my mouth is watering.” 

Never in your life did you think you would hear those words come out of your best friend’s mouth or never did you think you’d feel the gentle scratch of his nails along your skin as he guided your bra straps down your arms. 

Seokmin’s eyes travel along your back, over the curve of your ass as he swallows hard. He hadn’t been lying when he told you his mouth was watering or how often he had dreamt about how you’d sound. He couldn’t wait to discover the truth of all his dreams. 

Your bra joining the rest of your clothes on the floor, Joshua guides you to the bed letting Seokmin watch as you finally face him allowing him to see you more fully. Lifting his hand, he runs it over his mouth to suppress a moan but there was no way he kept it to himself. He could see the way you smiled hearing the sound escape his throat. Seokmin smirks a bit to himself pulling his shirt up and over his head while you watch him. Your eyes traveled shamelessly over his skin now that you knew he was yours, even if only for the night. 

“I think you like me, Peanut…just a little bit?” 

Joshua laughs, his shirt discarded on the floor, his thumbs already pushing his shorts and briefs to the floor as he watches you get embarrassed by Seokmin’s question. It was clear you weren’t going to answer it. 

“She likes you more than just a little bit. She’s being so shy, but Seokmin…I will tell you just how much my darling, Y/N likes you.” 

Watching Joshua move towards you, his cock resting heavily in his palm, you can’t seem to draw your eyes away. You lick your lips at the way his fist moves slowly up and down his shaft even as he gets closer to you until he steps behind you to kneel on the bed pulling you to sit down in front of him. 

Joshua smirks leaning to kiss your neck drawing a low moan from your chest, his fingers sliding around your stomach, between your legs only for his fingers to splay out. “Spread your legs for us?” 

Nodding, you spread your legs as you were asked, your hands resting on the bed as you lean your back against Joshua’s chest. His fingers begin to work in slow tortuous movements spreading your folds allowing Seokmin to see just how wet you already were for them. 

“Once, when I was fucking her, I mentioned you during just to see what her reaction would be. You see, I had a feeling about how she felt about you for a while. The way this pretty little pussy clenched around my cock…I will tell you Seokmin, I came almost instantly. She was so turned on by just your name.” 

Seokmin has to take a deep breath not only at Joshua’s words but also at the sight in front of him. He had only visualized what it might be like to be privileged enough to see you like this and now he was watching as Joshua teased you. He could see that you were practically dripping as Joshua pressed his middle finger into your entrance, a moan slipping from your lips followed by a throaty groan from your boyfriend. 

“You are so wet, darling. Are you that excited? You want to play with your Seokmin?” 

Joshua speaks against your cheek, his eyes watching his finger disappear into your pussy while your fingers wrap around his wrist tightly. You only look away from what he is doing when he mentions Seokmin again causing you to clench around his finger. Joshua smirks, humming against your jaw as he works kisses along your skin before speaking again. 

“I don't even have to hear you say it. Your pussy is telling me everything and more.” Joshua glances up to meet Seokmin’s eyes, the words falling from his lips like honey, “It's time for you to take over, Seokmin." 

He had been transfixed by what was in front of him. So, when Joshua tells him to take over, it almost doesn’t click what he means until you whisper his name. You wanted him so badly, you needed his hands on your body. Seokmin could almost hear that laced in your voice, his feet carrying him towards you in just a few long strides. 

Dropping to his knees in front of you, Seokmin lets out a groan of your name that causes goosebumps to spread along your skin. His hands start at your ankles sliding up your legs until he finally reaches your inner thighs, all while his eyes trail over your face and body. 

“You have to tell me again that you want this, that you want me. I just need to hear it one more time.” 

Joshua’s fingers slip from your core causing you to whine at the sudden feeling of being empty drawing Seokmin’s eyes down to where you wanted him the most. Licking his lips, your best friend shakes his head and waits for you to tell him what he needs to hear. He was unwilling to do anything that the both of you might regret later. 

“Please, Seokmin…please. Touch me…I need you to touch me. You said you wanted to taste me? Do whatever you want to me. I just need you.” 

At your words, Seokmin groans leaning to press a warm kiss to your inner thigh. The feeling of your soft skin beneath his lips was almost overwhelming. You let out a soft whimper as he grips your legs pulling you closer to the end of the bed, his gaze moving upward to meet yours then Joshua’s. 

He didn’t linger on the man, though he found himself more than curious of his reaction when his fingers finally did graze between your sopping folds to find your tight entrance. Seokmin bites at his bottom lip to keep himself from coming apart from the feeling and the sounds leaving your mouth. 

“So fucking pretty, Peanut. You are so soft, you like my fingers? Hmm?” 

You could only nod, your head falling back against Joshua’s shoulder when Seokmin slowly pushed two of his fingers into you instantly curling them against your velvet-like walls. His fingers were long whereas Joshua’s were thick. There was such a difference and yet both of them seemed to find your buttons without much direction or movement on your part. 

Joshua’s breath was becoming shallow, his cock throbbing against your back as he watched Seokmin’s fingers fuck into you slowly. He knew the tale tell signs of your arousal and the very fact that you were experiencing so much pleasure brought him to a place mentally he didn’t know he could experience. 

“He’s right, you are so pretty. Are you going to cum, darling? Wouldn’t you rather cum on Seokmin’s tongue? He has such a nice mouth, don’t you agree?” 

Another whimper leaves your lips, your pussy clenching around Seokmin’s fingers causing him to smirk. Joshua had been right, talking about Seokmin did cause your body to react. You were addictive, and Seokmin wasn’t sure how he’d ever give you up. 

“Fuck…I’ll give it to you, baby. I won’t even make you ask.” 

That was the first time he had ever called you baby, and if had thought your body had reacted before now you were panting as you clenched around him almost maddeningly. Seokmin’s mouth moves along your inner thigh torturously slow working his way to your middle until he finally runs his tongue around your clit. 

Your hips lift upwards to chase the feeling only to be pushed back down by Joshua who smiles against your ear sweetly. “Sit still…I have a feeling Seokmin is a generous man but also I think he would take away things if you act up. I’m a pushover when it comes to you, I let you act up far too often in bed.” 

Seokmin hums out a groan against your pussy, his fingers pushing deeper into you at Joshua’s words. He wanted to see that side of you one day because Joshua was right, he would put you in your place if need be. Tonight was not that night though. 

Fingers run through Seokmin’s hair causing him to relax further into what he is doing, his tongue running laps around your clit before he sends a shockwave through your body sucking messily at your folds. He isn’t even sure whose hand it is and he can’t seem to care as his hand on your thigh tightens when he feels you clench down around his fingers once again. 

Joshua grips Seokmin’s hair when you groan, a smirk lifting at his lips as he pulls the man closer between your legs eliciting a deeper sound from both of you. His cock was leaking heavily at the sights and sounds in front of him, but the moment you cum for the first time tonight he has to let out a deep breath to get himself through it without cumming untouched. 

The sound that leaves your mouth is one of pure bliss. Seokmin’s fingers fall from your pussy only to be replaced by his tongue that fucks into your still-clenching entrance begging to be filled. You tasted like nothing he had ever experienced. Better than he could have imagined and something he never wanted to forget. 

Your legs shaking around Seokmin’s head, you whimper out his name, and Joshua’s prompting both men to finally look at you curiously. Seokmin licks his lips clean causing you to shake your head in disbelief at the sight in front of you. A lust deep inside of you that needed to be quenched caused you to feel like you were burning from the inside out. 

“I need you, god…please? Fuck me. Shua, please? Baby? I want you and Min to fuck me.” 

You had asked him for something specific and Joshua never turned down a request if he could make it a reality. A groan slips from your boyfriend’s lips as he nods moving back from you to take your hand pulling you backward on the bed. 

“How do you want to be fucked, darling? Hmm? Where do you want us? How do you want Seokmin?” 

Hearing his name mentioned so many times in the context of fucking you was causing Seokmin’s head to spin and for his cock to throb painfully in his shorts. He had to get them off, he needed relief. You glance over just in time to watch as his thumbs hook into the top of his shorts pushing them over his hips along with his boxers letting them fall to the ground. 

You weren’t sure what you had imagined when it came to your best friend and the size of his cock but you were not disappointed. Instead, you stared for longer than it was necessary fueling Seokmin’s ego and causing Joshua to laugh. Familiar fingers turn your face back towards him as Joshua raises a brow waiting for your answer. 

“Not at the same time. You are both too big, oh my god…but will you fuck me first Shua? I’ve wanted your cock all day long, baby.” 

Joshua had started to speak when your fingers wrap around his shaft, your hand twisting perfectly using his pre-cum to cause the movement to be smooth and fluid. His head falls backward, a grin spreading across his pretty lips before he smiles and nods. 

“Fuck…that feels so good. Yes, yes of course darling. Why don’t you show Seokmin how good of a girl you are and ride my cock then? Hmm?” 

You and Seokmin watch Joshua move from you to lay against the headboard, his hand extending back out to you while his cock leaks desperately for you. Glancing at Seokmin quickly you can’t help but smirk slightly at the look in his eye when you crawl over Joshua’s legs to slowly line yourself up with his thick cock and lower yourself down gradually. 

The stretch is delicious and familiar. Your body reacts perfectly, your walls clenching around his length like a glove causing Joshua to breathe out your name as you finally sit over him completely. 

“Feels so good, Shua. Feels so full.” 

His cock was thick and just the right amount of length but you couldn’t help but let your eyes find Seokmin again. Your best friend biting at his bottom lip, his hand wrapped around a somewhat less girthy shaft but he was longer. You couldn’t help but think how different he was going to feel causing you to clench around Joshua tightly. 

Joshua laughs out a groan feeling you clench, his eyes following your graze to Seokmin before he looks back at you to watch you moving over him. His large hands found purchase on your body, one holding your hip tightly while the other massaged your breast. 

“You don’t have to sit so far away, Seokmin. Fuck...darling” His hand slides from your chest to your face to make you look down at him, your mouth instantly finding a way to wrap around his thumb making him groan out his words. “You have to relax around my cock or I’m gonna fucking lose my mind, angel.” 

You hadn’t meant to be so tight around Joshua, but everything felt new and intense. Nodding you let out a soft moan of a yes letting Joshua’s thumb slip from your mouth when you feel the bed sink behind you. 

Seokmin’s hand slides along your back down to your hip so that you have a hand on either side of your body. Your eyes close to the feeling of his lips moving against the back of your neck while his thumb presses into your skin pushing you down harder over Joshua. 

“I won’t lie, I had only dreamt about what it would be like to be in the bedroom with you, Peanut but somehow this is even better. Does Joshua’s cock feel good? Mm, you sound like you are going to cum again. What if I–?” 

He doesn’t finish his question, instead, Seokmin’s free hand slides around your body and then between your legs so that his fingers can rub over your clit. Your moans of pleasure building cause Seokmin to chuckle lowly against your neck, his teeth raking along your skin knowing he is only pushing you over the edge. 

Joshua groans your name, his hand sliding back down your body to your breast where his fingers roll over your nipple delicately. His large fingers barely pinched at the hardened bud but it was enough with Seokmin’s fingers and the cock buried deep inside of you to make the coil inside of you snap.  

Throwing your head back onto Seokmin’s shoulder, you can’t find words to moan. Instead, you simply try to catch your breath, your body trembling from slight overstimulation by the time your hands move from you. Underneath you, Joshua hisses out a long groan from his chest as his climax hits him like a train. 

Thick, warm cum spills into you as you roll your hips down over Joshua’s cock. His eyes roll back briefly while his hands move to hold your hips tightly pushing Seokmin’s out of the way. Joshua mutters a soft apology to Seokmin before his eyes find yours and they are filled with nothing but adoration. 

“Oh my god…I love you so much.” 

Seokmin didn’t need the apology, he understood why Joshua had pushed his hands away. The man had needed to be grounded at that moment. God, he could see why with the way you had been riding him. Watching you both for a moment, Seokmin tilts his head to the way your lips mesh with Joshua’s. How you whisper how much you love him too into the kiss before your boyfriend’s hands slide over your ass helping you slide off of him carefully. 

“If you don’t want to sleep with me, Y/N…we don’t have to do this.” 

Your brows furrow along with Joshua’s at Seokmin’s words. You had very clearly stated what you had wanted. Your eyes drop to his clearly painfully hard cock resting against his thigh as you turn on the bed to face him tilting your head almost like a curious puppy. 

Joshua can’t help but to watch with a similar curiosity trying to catch his breath and regain his composure. His eyes move over your ass up to the back of your head finally over to Seokmin’s face just over your shoulder when you finally reach the man. There was a look of confusion and desperation in Seokmin’s eyes but also something else. Joshua couldn’t quite place it. 

“I want you, Min. I said that. If you don’t want me, that’s a completely different story. We can forget this entire thing and you never have to worry about seeing me like this ever again.” 

As soon as the words, “like this ever again” leave your mouth Seokmin’s eyes seem to darken. A panic hitting him because those words are so final and it’s never something he’d want. You gasp into a small laugh when your back hits the bed. Seokmin’s hand is on the side of your face, his fingers moving around to the back of your head to pull you back up to his lips as he speaks. 

“I fucking want you.” 

“Then take me.” 

Seokmin’s hand slides along your leg pulling your knee up to his hip while your hand slides between your bodies to stroke him for the first time. He felt heavy and thick in your hand. The breathy whines that fell from his lips at your touch made you feel even wetter. 

Laying on his side, his elbow propping his up so he could watch carefully, Joshua observed how the two of you reacted to one another. How Seokmin’s groans made you clench. He could see it from where he was laying because he could see what was left of his cum seep from you each time it happened. 

Trailing his fingers over yours, Seokmin hisses against your lips lining himself up with your entrance feeling how wet you are. Between your own cum and Joshua’s, he thought it would be easy to push into you and yet you were still tight around him. 

The feeling of the tip of his cock brushing against your g-spot almost instantly because of his length sent you into a frenzy. A breathy, “oh” slipped from your lips as your breath quickened when Seokmin made the first experimental thrust bottoming out into you. 

“Fuck…oh my god. Seokmin, wait.” 

Panic flashed over your best friend’s face, the fingers of his free hand moving to push your hair from your face to look for any signs of distress. Instead, he finds you taking a calming breath. Lifting his head, Seokmin looks to Joshua who was sharing a similar panicked look only for both men to calm down when you let out a pleasured laugh. 

“It feels too good. You are going to make me cum too fast.” 

Shaking his head, Joshua slides along the bed to lay closer to you and Seokmin. A smirk plays on his lips when you look at him, your cheeks warm from your arousal. “Feels that good, huh? What’s so bad about cumming quickly, darling? Doesn’t Seokmin deserve you cumming on his cock a few times? For all the years you two have pined over each other at this point?” 

Seokmin groans at the feeling of you clenching around him as Joshua’s hand slides around your throat. You loved the feeling of Joshua’s hands, especially such a gentle touch in a place where your brain started to scream about a sense of danger. 

“He does, we both do. You are right, Shua. You’ve always been right. Fuck…I’m sorry.” 

Neither of them wanted you to apologize, especially right now but you were overwhelmed with pleasure as Seokmin started to move once again when you pulled him closer with your legs. Joshua simply smiles, his thumb brushing over your throat delicately before he leans to press a kiss to the side of your lips leaning back so Seokmin can kiss you right afterward. 

“I want to tell you how much I love you but…fuck I don’t know if that’s okay.” 

Seokmin wasn’t even sure he had said the words out loud but Joshua simply smirks raising a brow at your reaction because they were very much said out loud. He could see the way you were looking at your best friend. The two of you had said how much you loved each other many times over but this was different, you knew it, Joshua knew it, and Seokmin was going to understand it. 

“Then tell her. I wouldn’t have offered this and let you into our bed if I didn’t realize that you truly had feelings for her, Seokmin. However, before you say those words know what they mean and where they lead, for all of us.” 

Seokmin’s hips slow down, your hand sliding along his side causing him to shiver even as he meets Joshua’s eyes briefly before nodding. He was pretty sure he understood what Joshua was saying and he found himself wanting it, wanting it all. 

His eyes find yours once again, Seokmin trails his fingers along your jaw as you hold back a soft whine of his name feeling him bury himself deep inside of you once again. You were so close and no matter how much you were trying to hold yourself back you knew there was no way you were going to be able to stop it with how his cock was hitting you so perfectly. 

Fingers trace your shoulder down to where Seokmin’s arm begins causing you both to shiver. Joshua waits for Seokmin to finally speak, and when he does Joshua doesn’t look away. Instead, the man watches intently taking in every syllable as if the words were also being spoken to him, because in a way they were. 

“Shit, I’m not going to last long baby. I…god, this is not how I’d want to tell you this for the first time. Not that I haven’t said it before but I mean it differently.” He was rambling, but you can’t help but to smile, the warmth of his hand and the way his body was laying against yours felt intimate. You found this to be the perfect time while his body was completely connected to yours. 

“I love you so fucking much. I used to hate myself for it, but if you’d let me…if Shua would let me...I’d be part of your life. Whatever that fucking means.” 

Your eyes slowly close as your orgasm washes over you. Seokmin’s words fall near the end of his sentence followed by a groan when he feels you clench around him unlike before when you cum. 

Burying his face against your neck, Seokmin kisses and sucks at your skin. His thrusts are seemingly deeper after your first orgasm. He seemed driven to send you over that edge one more time, for you to join him as he climaxed. 

Moving his hand back from your arm, Joshua allows you and Seokmin the time to be alone in a way sensing that you both need it. Your bodies flush with one another, your moans almost in harmony before you mutter that you are cumming once again. 

Seokmin nods, his body almost shaking when you do. He is quick to follow you spilling everything he has into you in thick ropes filling you fully. Soft groans escape the man’s lips as he finally pulls back to kiss his way from your throat to your lips. Hushed whispers of how much he loves you reach your and Joshua’s ears causing you both to smile. 

The entire room is quiet for what seems like years until Joshua finally speaks up and leans to push your hair from your face followed by doing the same action to Seokmin getting your attention. 

“Don’t fall asleep yet, either of you. I know you are tired, and I am as well but you need to use the bathroom and we are all incredibly sticky. We can not possibly sleep like this. I’ll start a shower, Seokmin could you please get us some water?” 

Not waiting for an answer, Joshua slips from the bed heading for the master bathroom with two sets of eyes following him. Seokmin slightly stunned glances at you only to laugh a moment later when you only smile and shrug. 

“Is he always like this? He is seriously okay with me being here?” 

You lift your hand to run your fingers through Seokmin’s hair much like Joshua had a moment before. The man relaxes into your touch a soft smile crossing his lips as he listens to you speak. 

“He has never done anything without a reason, and when it comes to me he’s never done anything to hurt me. Shua goes out of his way to make sure I’m happy and taken care of. Sometimes he does too much, to the point I want to strangle him, but I always know he does things because he loves me.” 

Seokmin grins, tilting his head with a nod. You continue to speak even though your eyes follow his lips against your wrist. 

“So, if he has decided that this is a good idea…whatever this is, whatever it’s going to become then I trust him. I trust you. You are my best friend, Minnie. You and Shua are my favorite people in the entire world. I’ve never felt safer than I do right now.” 

Taking a breath, Seokmin closes his eyes, his lips pressed against the inside of your forearm. He is lost in thought because of your words but he seems to quickly regain himself with a nod. You watch as he slides from you even when you whine not wanting him to go. 

“I have to go get some water, Joshua asked for it. He’s right, about a lot of things it seems. I think he wants you to be hydrated after all of that. We could all use some water. Stay here, Peanut. I’ll be back.” 

Your eyes trail over Seokmin’s back to his ass as he leaves the room completely bare. You can only sigh feeling suddenly cold and alone even if Joshua was only a room away. Hearing the shower running and the sound of Joshua humming brings a smile back to your face when you realize he is closer. 

Joshua’s eyes move over your body, a grin spreading across his lips as he extends a hand for yours. He helps you sit up on the side of the bed before leaning down to kiss your lips.

“Are you happy?” 

You can’t help but laugh at the question. You felt it was pretty obvious but you still nod making Joshua laugh in response. This was all he ever wanted, you in his life and for you to be happy. He wanted to be part of the reason for your happiness and one of the causes of your happiness. 

“I’m glad, darling. We can talk about what all this means but I want to get you clean and situated first.” 

Seokmin was doing his best to balance three empty glasses in one arm while holding the pitcher of ice water with the other. A sound of alarm from his mouth alerted Joshua to his situation causing the older man not only to laugh softly but to jump into action moving to take the glasses from him easing his mind. 

“This is nicer than I had even anticipated. There were bottles of water, Seokmin.” 

“I know, but I saw the pitcher and the water tastes so nice here compared to back at the campus. I thought we could enjoy it while we had it.” 

Joshua furrows his brows at Seokmin’s thoughtfulness before nodding holding up the glasses one at a time allowing him to fill each with water. With one in your hands, you take a sip only to get a look from both men that causes you to roll your eyes before you take a large gulp swallowing it down. 

“You are both impossible. Joshua was bad enough before but I didn’t have to worry about Seokmin complaining.” 

Tipping his glass back, Seokmin all but drains his glass putting it to the side with a shrug. He takes your mostly empty one from your hands allowing Joshua to help you from the bed leading you towards the steamy bathroom as he follows. 

“Well, I have a feeling you are just going to have to get used to it, Peanut.” 

The early morning light causes Seokmin to grimace, a sound of annoyance slipping from his lips as he turns on the bed. It felt a bit crowded but when he opened his eyes he remembered why and where he was. You were laying against him, your head resting on his arm while your legs lay tangled with Joshua’s. 

He didn’t want to move, afraid to wake you or Joshua but a quick glance at the other man caused him to press his lips together. Joshua smiled at him softly, he had been awake for a few minutes now, his fingers lazily running through your hair and along your back to keep you calm and asleep. 

“She’s out. We took a lot out of her.” 

Joshua’s voice was quiet but Seokmin was able to make out everything he was saying. He would see that Joshua was also right. Nothing seemed to be causing you to stir from your slumber. Soft breaths hit Seokmin’s skin causing goosebumps to spread. 

“Shua, we should talk about what happened. What the fuck all of this means, I’ll be honest, I’m really confused.” 

That was fair, Joshua thought to himself. Everything had happened fast. Granted not as fast as it could have but given the timing of the trip, it was on day one. He had sprung the situation on both of you knowing the feelings were there. 

“What do you want it to mean, Seokmin?” 

Taking a deep breath, Seokmin glances down at you sleeping on his chest to shake his head. He knew what he wanted but he was almost afraid to say it. Your words about how Joshua treated you and wanted for you lingered in the forefront of his mind. 

“I want to be with her. I don’t want this to end. I like this…waking up like this. I mean fuck, I like talking to you like this. I liked how it was last night with us, but I don’t know what that even means.” 

Joshua furrows his brows at Seokmin’s words. He felt the apprehension, and he could understand it. This was all new even to him. He hadn’t put all the pieces together in his mind when he had decided to do this, but he did agree with what Seokmin was saying. 

“Yeah, I like it too and last night was great. I enjoyed all of it. I’m curious about where it could go. Where she would want it to go, all of this is of course up to her in the end but it’s also up to you. I can tell you that I want exactly what you want for yourself. I want you to be with, Y/N but that includes me. She is with me so you would also be…with me. I don’t know if that makes any sense.” 

Seokmin leans his head back on his pillow to take a breath trying to wrap his mind around the situation that Joshua was presenting to him. He didn’t hate anything the man was saying. It was confusing and different but something that he could very much handle. 

“We would all talk about what that means for us but, I couldn’t see this as just a “you are dating my girlfriend on the side” situation. That seemed wrong and unnatural. When I thought about you and Y/N, this felt right. You just fit with us, Seokmin.” 

That made Seokmin’s chest tighten slightly. You had been one of the only people in his life to talk to him like that before. To tell him that he fit in anywhere or that he was wanted so to hear it from Joshua Hong unprompted caused his head to spin. Licking his lips, Seokmin glances back over to Joshua with a nod, his hand moving to run through your hair next to Joshua’s. 

“I like that. I really like that, Shua.” 

You smile against Seokmin’s chest, your legs stretching alongside Joshua’s before you sigh out your own words. 

“I really like it too. Good morning.” 

Joshua laughs leaning down to press a kiss to the back of your shoulder before you turn to meet his lips for a good morning kiss. 

“You do? Do you want to be with us both? Everything that comes along with that?” 

Seokmin holds his breath watching you with Joshua waiting to see what you will say but when you smile on Joshua’s lips he can’t help but grin. 

“You mean you wanna date me?” 

Your hand slides along the side of Seokmin’s face up into his hair to gently tug him down so you can kiss him once allowing Joshua to move back just slightly as you do. 

“Yes, I do. We all date each other. I believe that’s what I was hearing?”

Seokmin hums against your lips before leaning back to let you look at Joshua who nods to let you know that you are correct. A smile spreads across your lips, you move to your back basking in the feeling of their fingers dancing along your skin before you watch them barely graze each other's hands not pulling away right away. This was exactly what you had needed and wanted without even realizing it. 

“I love you both so much.” 

Joshua smirks a bit, his larger hand moving Seokmin’s up your side causing you to let out a moan on a breath as they both whisper back that they love you too. 

Bonus Headcanons

Before graduation, you had a large diamond on your finger. It had been Joshua’s gift to you when he had gotten accepted to medical school. You had found that to be a bit backward but he insisted that was exactly how he had intended it. 

You and Seokmin own a cozy little studio where you showcase and sell your art. Neither of you worrying about money but simply enjoying the art-making process. 

Joshua had decided that the studio was more important for you both, so rather than needing to work under anyone else he had bought you both the space and insisted this was how it needed to be. 

Seokmin is the one who always jokes about how he and you have a sugar daddy. 

Seokmin was the best man at Joshua and your wedding. There is no jealousy about the marriage, instead, this is exactly how Seokmin prefers the relationship. 

Joshua’s family is a bit confused about why another person lives in such a large house with Joshua and you but they love Seokmin so much that they have stopped questioning it. 

Seokmin has his own wing in the house because out of the entire relationship, he is the one who needs alone time the most. 

Over time Seokmin and Joshua got much closer and more sexual making time with them even more erotic and sensual. You find yourself many times enjoying their kisses over your body or watching them exchange your cum from their tongues before one of them will fuck you into the mattress. 

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Lautski Week: Day 4 (Loop)

This board is a Lautski AU based/ inspired by the movie, Happy Death Day. (Admittedly, while I never watched the movie myself, I have read and watch videos about it.) I thought it would be a different take for the theme.

(I do not own anything.)

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Despite it being her eighteenth birthday, Steph isn’t too thrilled. Her dad is to focus on the upcoming election to notice it. (Not that he would do much if he had notice.) It doesn’t help that she felled asleep in home room and got embarrassed. In addition to that, she got busted for cheating on a pop quiz with the nerd she tried to cheat on with by Grace ‘Nerdy Prude’ Chasity. The only upside is the party happening for her birthday by the popular cliche. Or it would be except a hooded figure stalk her on the way to the party. Steph tries to run for it but the figure ends up killing her, only for her to wake up in home room. Steph first shakes it off as a bad dream but everything that happened in the dream happens again. She tries not to get caught cheating only to be caught again. She does spend a bit more time with the nerd who she got in trouble with, Peter Spankoffski. While going to the party, she takes a different way and does make it there, only to be kill in one of the bedrooms by the figure again. Steph again wakes up in home room to realize she was living the same day over again. Not sure what to do, she turns to Pete for answers when they get trouble for cheating again. While they have barely talked before, Pete is probably the smartest person Steph knows. Pete doesn’t want to help at first as 1. he tries to stay away from the popular crowd and 2. what Steph is saying out is bizarre. However, after seeing how freak out she is, he does give her suggestions of what to do and how to prepare herself. They would also get closer with every loop Steph goes through. After a certain point, she changes the pattern of events to see Pete more. Her goal swaps from just surviving the day to making sure they both live to see tomorrow.

[iruiion]

rating burger pics

they look like theyre lining up to square dance & pair up. theyre like embarrassed preteens in middle school. very cute but i cant help but feel sympathetic its literally SO embarrassing to hold burger hands with some random sweaty nerd burger -_- 7/10

despite belonging to separate tables they find a way to stick together..... these two can face the end of the world together. i bet they gossip and shittalk all the time 9/10

has dirt all over him... he's been through the trenches of life (living as a mcdonalds stool). this is obviously an image taken to showcase items for sale (ie. like off of ebay or something) which is disgusting... trafficking of burger isnt the way of life. ashamed of having been taken advantage of, he refuses eye contact... heartbreaking. stay strong and godspeed, brother. 3/10

oh my Goddddd literally he looks so good here. The gloss.... the VELVETTT omggg..... the ass pic. Looks good at every angle ❤️❤️❤️ hes going out tonight doesnt he look so pretty. hope he scores a hot burger tonight 10/10

The way theyre lined up against the wall + the vintage quality of this image makes me nervous. Somebody is about to pull bags over thejr heads and execute them via firing squad. They were political activists, advocating for the freedom of burgers from their stools.... but now, they are martyrs. 2/10

What do they see? Twin grains of sand in the desert, a pair of trees in the vast forests of appalacia, partners in a dazzling binary star system. One day, one of them will supernovae, and the other will have no choice but to be shredded apart; their mass fed to the newborn black hole. For a moment that lasts both a blink of an eye & an eternity, two burgers become self aware in their place in the cycle of rebirth, watching sunrises and sunsets until they inevitably are seperated. 4/10 Can you guys ponder this shit somewhere else im trying to eat my happy meal.

NOT. CUTE! these chairs migbt seem cute since its a neat stack of lil burgers, but this is actually BURGER HOMUNCULUS. scientists have have sacrificed 8 burgers PER EXPERIMENT to create unseemly beasts. The process is irreversible, and they live in permanent agony... Burger breeding and burger eugenicism has gone too far. The fucking GOP is mass producing these..so The only thing we can do for them is to go out and VOTE! What do you mean the election is over 0/10

[modern-day-tragedy]

Tongue-tied [james x reader]

summary : college AU, meet cute, a flirty james and a reader who's not really used to that, meeting for the first time

pairing: james potter x reader

warnings: none, sfw

a/n: this is just a short little drabble, cause i was bored and i wanted to see how fun it would be to write a y/n type of story. this is my first one ever, so please be gentle with any comments ^^

The 8am college classes are the bane of every students existence, and you will forever be grateful for that little common sense you had when it was time to choose your electives.

To be fair, if it wasn’t for your older sister who had drilled all of her wisdom into you, you would have probably made the same mistake as many of the students you currently see walking past you in the hallway, the bags under their eyes as dark as the coffee they hope will help wake them up. You try not to be too chipper and rub it in their faces, but after 9 full hours of sleep and no classes for the next hour or so, you feel absolutely amazing and nothing can ruin your mood.

(Or at least you hope so - with enough sleep comes that unfounded optimism that’s often more harmful than good)

There is a loud bang behind you, and every student in its vicinity flinches, a few of them even dropping their papers and glaring at the source of the commotion. No one stops to investigate it further, though, and after a few seconds, when the crowd is gone and the next set of classes starts, you get a glimpse of a boy.

Maybe even the sweetest boy you have ever seen.

His books lay scattered on the floor, tea spilled all over his jeans, and the most adorable pout resting on his lips - you're pretty sure he's not even aware of it. With his messy hair and glasses, he looks like a nerd, but the glimpse of strong biceps you get tells you that maybe there’s more to him than that first impression. He’s sitting on the ground, making no attempt to gather his stuff or move, and you feel a bit sorry for him - he’s obviously one of those poor souls from the 8am class.

On most days, you tend to keep to yourself. You has a small group of friends, not best friends but good enough friends, and you're happy with them. There was never a need for you to expand that circle of friends, at least not until now. You're not even sure why you feel the need to reach out because honestly, he is not the first cutie you have run into, but there’s something there, intriguing. Something.

(And that’s why sleeping the right amount of hours one is supposed to sleep is dangerous.)

So, against your better judgment, you start gathering the papers closest to you. They are from a class you're familiar with, and you try your best not to peek into what seems to be his writing for a literary class. Next comes the travel mug which, sadly, didn’t hold the liquid in it at all, and by the time you're holding all that in your hands and you stop right in front of the boy, he finally looks up, over the rim of his glasses, and you do your best not to blush.

He has the warmest fucking eyes ever.

“I believe this is yours?”

“It seems that it is. Too bad for the tea, I was looking forward to it.”

“I imagine being soaked in it isn’t that pleasant at all, is it?”

“Nope.” The way he grins is sheepish, open, like you two are old friends, and not complete strangers. You know that some people are like that, and it's an unusual thing for you, but it feels good, and you allow yourself a grin that ends up matching his.

He makes no move to get up, so you lower the stuff on the ground, giving him a thorough look. Seeing no obvious injury or any blood from where he had bumped his head, you stretch your hand, swallowing the lump in your throat at the shock that goes through you as he takes it and lets you pull him up to his feet.

Instead of letting you go, however, he laces your fingers together, bringing them to his chest before he lets your intertwined hands fall between you two, his hand warm in yours. Your face would probably look hilarious if someone were to snap a photo of it, but at that moment, all you could do was stare at your hands.

“Um.”

“Hm?”

Ungluing your eyes from your hands is hard, but looking at his teasing smirk is even harder because damn, his eyes are warm chocolate brown, and he has freckles.

“What’s this?” This, being your laced fingers, which are probably making you blush like crazy. You motion towards them, trying to gently extract your hand, but his grasp is firm and despite your heart trying its best to beat out of your chest, you don't feel too bad when he doesn't let go.

“Oh, we’re dating now, babe.”

Your brain short-circuits for a second, but thankfully comes back to life with enough wit and control for one quick remark.

“Shouldn’t you take me on a date first?”

“I suppose. How does tomorrow evening sound?"

(Turns out, his name is James; you two end up going on that date, and two weeks later when he asks you to be his girlfriend, you playfully punch him and says “I thought I already was”.

Later on, Sirius uses the same technique to ask Remus out, and to everyone’s surprise, it fucking works.)

[filthy-reckless-rp]

♛ Spotted on the Upper East Side…

Name: Loryn Huntzberger Pronouns: She/Her Age: 19 years old Hometown: Upper East Side, NY Occupation: College Freshmen and Video Game Developer Social Status: Insider Faceclaim: Madison Bailey

Who Is Loryn?

“I swear to god, I saw her howling at the sky, she ain't out to get you, but she's better on your side."

My, my, if it isn't Loryn Huntzberger! Where have you been hiding? The competition is questionable at best but you have always been the smarter sibling, haven't you? The rational, practical one. You've done everything right, worked hard and played even harder. You spent most of your days with your nose stuck in a book, your laptop or in front of the webcam (streaming, of course). You're passionate, you're tenacious and you've done everything you can to distance yourself from your family's reputation. At the end of the day though, you're still a Huntzberger and you'll always be a Huntzberger. So, look out. XOXO ---Gossip Girl

A Little Extra

Loryn Huntzberger has always had a complicated relationship with her family. Namely, her father. She has never wanted anything from him but that hasn't stopped Lawrence Huntzberger from trying. For the most part, Loryn tried to keep to herself. Spending hours poured over books, Loryn focused on her studies and learning everything she could. Later, she would focus on video game design. A self-professed nerd (queen of the nerds, actually!), Loryn is endlessly passionate. When she was in high school, she started building her online following as a streamer and cosplayer. From then, her notoriety has only grown. Unlike her father and brother, Loryn is kind. She can be sweet, welcoming and tries to do the right thing. That doesn't mean she can't manipulate when the occasion calls for it. She can be scathing, she can root out a weakness. She can act like a 'Huntzberger'. When Loryn went to college, she was so happy to be free. When her dad came to her with an offer though, she found that she couldn't refuse. No, she didn't want to refuse. He'd bought over a video game company (they were about to go bust) and needed her to run the place, full-time once she'd graduated and part-time for now. It wasn't the first time Lawrence had tried to buy her affection and it wouldn't be the last. A deal is a deal though and she knows when to take a (questionably) good one.

What Does Gossip Girl Have On Them?

William's the one with all the secrets, Loryn is totally drama-free! Totally.

Connections

William Huntzberger - Loryn's beloved and embarrassing older brother. She might be the only person in the world who gets away with calling him anything other than 'William'. Loryn loves him but honestly, big yikes, often!

Ruby Reyes - when Lawrence remarried, Loryn didn't know how to feel about it. She's managed to pretty much avoid her dad's new wife and her daughter, Ruby.

Camille Hunter - her father and Camille's have been best friends their whole lives so naturally, they've known each other just as long. Loryn adores Cami, they've been friends since the crib.

Lucas Baizen - when it comes to being a smart ass, Lucas Baizen is unmatched. Luke is on Loryn's intellectual level and enjoys causing chaos with that intellect.

Bella Coates - when they were in high school, they were at each other's throats. And then... they were at each other's, um, everything else. It's a secret they've both elected to keep.

[versus-weird-al]

The Results Are In!

Well, everyone. It's finally done.

After almost four months, this blog went over as many of Weird Al's direct song parodies (not his style/artist parodies or polka remixes!) as humanly possible. And we're happy to say that for both full song parodies and smaller parody medleys...

Weird Al won!

The final score for full song parodies is:

Originals: 18, Weird Al: 60

Weird Al didn't just win. He won by a landslide.

Due to the sheer number of victories by Weird Al in this category, we have put the full list of winners under the Read More. (We have also put a full list of the polls where voters were the most decisive, where no one voted to see results.)

The 18 original songs that beat Weird Al were:

Won't Get Fooled Again (The Who)

Another One Bites the Dust (Queen)

Taxman (The Beatles)

The Safety Dance (Men Without Hats)

It's Still Rock and Roll to Me (Billy Joel)

Eye of the Tiger (Survivor)

Girls Just Want to Have Fun (Cyndi Lauper)

U Can't Touch This (MC Hammer)

Zoot Suit Riot (Cherry Poppin' Daddies)

One Week (Barenaked Ladies)

Pretty Fly (For a White Guy) (The Offspring)

Complicated (Avril Lavigne)

Lose Yourself (Eminem)

Piano Man (Billy Joel)

American Idiot (Green Day)

Born This Way (Lady Gaga)

You Belong With Me (Taylor Swift)

Radioactive (Imagine Dragons)

Now for the bonus medley category! Despite the smaller amount of contenders, the race was a lot closer in this section, but Weird Al still pulled ahead! The bonus medley section's final score is:

Originals: 11, Weird Al: 17

The short, but sweet, Weird Al parodies proved to be:

Avocado

Fatter

I Feel Like Throwing Up

Flatbush Avenue

Sometimes You Feel Like a Nut

Take the L out of Liver

We Got the Beef

Burger King

Doctor, Doctor

Make Me Steak #3

Moldy Now

Blame It on the Drain

Bedrock Anthem (Under the Bridge portion)

Gee, I'm a Nerd

Lousy Haircut

Fast Food

I'm in Luv Wit Da Skipper

The victorious original songs were:

House of the Rising Sun (The Animals)

More Than a Feeling (Boston)

Take Me to the River (Al Green)

Crazy On You (Heart)

Time in a Bottle (Jim Croce)

Maneater (Hall & Oates)

Don't You (Forget about Me) (Simple Minds)

Whole Lotta Love (Led Zeppelin)

Live and Let Die (Paul McCartney and Wings)

Black or White (Michael Jackson)

My Heart Will Go On (Celine Dion)

Fun Facts!

This blog had two ties during the course of the competition that required additional 24-hour tiebreakers.

"Feel Like Makin' Love" (Bad Company) and "I Feel Like Throwing Up" (Weird Al) both tied for 45.5% of 22 votes, with 9.1% of people electing to see results. "I Feel Like Throwing Up" later won with 58.8% of 17 votes from a lightning round tiebreaker.

"Whole Lotta Love" (Led Zeppelin) vs. "Whole Lotta Lunch" (Weird Al) both tied for 47.4% of 19 votes, with 5.3% electing to see results. "Whole Lotta Love" later won with 62.5% of 16 votes from a lightning round tiebreaker.

There were 8 original songs that got 0% of their polls' votes:

"Jeopardy" (The Greg Kihn Band) got 0% of 36 votes. If no one had voted to see results (2.8%), Weird Al would have gotten a full 100% sweep!

"Suddenly Last Summer" (The Motels) got 0% of 12 votes. 25% of voters elected to see results. This song lost to a medley song.

"Doctor! Doctor!" (The Thompson Twins) got 0% of 8 votes. 12.5% of voters elected to see results. This song lost to a medley song.

"I Want a New Drug" (Huey Lewis and the News) got 0% of 19 votes. 0% of voters chose to see results. Which means that "I Want a New Duck" is the first Weird Al song to win 100% of the votes against its opponent!

"Baby Don't Forget My Number" (Milli Vanilli) got 0% of 8 votes. 25% of voters elected to see results.

"MacArthur Park" (Richard Harris) got 0% of 32 votes. 3.1% of voters elected to see results.

"It's All About the Benjamins (Rock Remix)" (Puff Daddy) got 0% of 21 votes. 0% of votes chose to see results. "It's All About the Pentiums" is the second Weird Al song to win 100% of the votes against its opponent!

"Jack & Diane" (John Mellencamp) got 0% of 24 votes. 12.5% of voters chose to see results.

There was at least one instance that we could find of identical poll results:

Both "More Than a Feeling" vs. "More Than a Filling" and "Take Me to the River" vs. "Take Me to the Liver" saw the original song get 56% of 25 votes, the parody get 44%, and the "see results" option get no votes.

There was one unique matchup in which voters routinely disliked both original song and Weird Al's parody:

Multiple voters said it was hard to choose between "Baby Talks Dirty" (The Knack) and "Baby Likes Burping" (Weird Al) because both songs are (allegedly) very unpleasant to listen to.

Finally... a shoutout to the two polls that got the most votes overall:

"My Sharona" (The Knack) vs "My Bologna" (Weird Al), which got 342 votes.

"Another One Bites the Dust" (Queen) vs. "Another One Rides the Bus" (Weird Al), which got 458 votes.

Thank you all so much for tuning into this competition! After a brief hiatus, we will be back for Phase 2: Artist/Style Parodies!

Here are all the Weird Al parodies that won the main contest:

My Bologna

Beverly Hillbillies/Miss You

Baby Likes Burping

You Don't Take Your Showers

I Love Rocky Road

Ricky

Stop Draggin' My Car Around

Eat It

I Lost on Jeopardy

King of Suede

I Want a New Duck

Like a Surgeon

Yoda

Addicted to Spuds

Here's Johnny

Living with a Hernia

Toothless People

Alimony

Fat

I Think I'm a Clone Now

Lasagna

(This Song's Just) Six Words Long

Isle Thing

Money for Nothing/Beverly Hillbillies

She Drives Like Crazy

Spam

The Plumbing Song

Smells Like Nirvana

Taco Grande

The White Stuff

Achy Breaky Song

Bedrock Anthem

Green Eggs and Ham

Jurassic Park

Livin' in the Fridge

Headline News

Amish Paradise

Cavity Search

Gump

I'll Repair for You (Theme from Home Improvement)

Laundry Day

Phony Calls

Syndicated, Inc.

It's All About the Pentiums

The Saga Begins

eBay

Trash Day

Confessions Part III

Do I Creep You Out

Trapped in the Drive-Thru

White & Nerdy

You're Pitiful

Homer and Marge

Whatever You Like

Another Tattoo

Party in the CIA

Foil

Handy

Tacky

Word Crimes

This blog saw 0% of voters choose to "see results" for 31 polls:

"More Than a Feeling" (Boston) and "More Than a Filling" (Weird Al)

"Take Me to the River" (Al Green) and "Take Me to the Liver" (Weird Al)

"Crazy on You" (Heart) and "Throw Gravy on You" (Weird Al)

"Time in a Bottle" (Jim Croce) and "If I Could Make Love to a Bottle" (Weird Al)

"I Love Rock 'N Roll" (Joan Jett & the Blackhearts) and "I Love Rocky Road" (Weird Al)

"Mickey" (Toni Basil) and "Ricky" (Weird Al)

"It's Still Rock and Roll to Me" (Billy Joel) vs. "It's Still Billy Joel to Me" (Weird Al)

"Don't You (Forget About Me)" (Simple Minds) vs. "Don't You (Forget About Meat)" (Weird Al)

"Girls Just Want to Have Fun" (Cyndi Lauper) vs. "Girls Just Wanna Have Lunch" (Weird Al)

"I Want a New Drug" (Huey Lewis and the News) vs. "I Want a New Duck" (Weird Al)

"Like a Virgin" (Madonna) vs. "Like a Surgeon" (Weird Al)

"Who's Johnny (Short Circuit theme)" (El DeBarge) vs. "Here's Johnny" (Weird Al)

"I Think We're Alone Now" (Tiffany) vs. "I Think I'm a Clone Now" (Weird Al)

"La Bamba" (Los Lobos) vs. "Lasagna" (Weird Al)

"Got My Mind Set on You" (George Harrison) vs. "(This Song's Just) Six Words Long" (Weird Al)

"Wild Thing" (Tone Lōc) vs. "Isle Thing" (Weird Al)

"She Drives Me Crazy" (Fine Young Cannibals) vs. "She Drives Like Crazy" (Weird Al)

"Livin' on the Edge" (Aerosmith) vs. "Livin' in the Fridge" (Weird Al)

"Gangsta's Paradise" (Coolio) vs. "Amish Paradise" (Weird Al)

"Thank U" (Alanis Morissette) vs. "Fast Food" (Weird Al)

"My Heart Will Go On" (Celine Dion) vs. "Free Delivery" (Weird Al)

"It's All About the Benjamins (Rock Remix)" (Puff Daddy) vs. "It's All About the Pentiums" (Weird Al)

"One Week" (Barenaked Ladies) vs. "Jerry Springer" (Weird Al)

"American Pie" (Don McLean) vs. "The Saga Begins" (Weird Al)

"Complicated" (Avril Lavigne) vs. "A Complicated Song" (Weird Al)

"Hot in Herre" (Nelly) vs. "Trash Day" (Weird Al)

"American Idiot" (Green Day) vs. "Canadian Idiot" (Weird Al)

"Do I Make You Proud" (Taylor Hicks) vs. "Do I Creep You Out" (Weird Al)

"Party in the U.S.A." (Miley Cyrus) vs. "Party in the CIA" (Weird Al)

"Radioactive" (Imagine Dragons) vs. "Inactive" (Weird Al)

"Blurred Lines" (Robin Thicke) vs. "Word Crimes" (Weird Al)

[your-lie-in-leopril]

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〔 𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 〕

New York, Eastman High, 20xx

approx. — 9:30 a.m.

karai bored-ly drummed her fingertips against the smooth, scratched up surface of her desk.

resting a cheek on her left hand—half listening to her teacher up front. they were learning about world history and this was something karai had already learned whilst being homeschooled.

honestly — if school was this uneventful, she would’ve opted to just rely on her espionage skills and bug the school to spy on the turtles to gather the information her father oh so needed instead. the teacher’s voice droned on; some of her – ᴀʜᴇᴍ – classmates either were fast asleep or zoned out, not bothering to pay attention.

luckily just an half hour and she’d head to her next class.

ᴛɪᴋ ᴛᴏᴋ ᴛɪᴋ ᴛᴏᴋ ᴛɪᴋ — “ miss táng .ᐣ ”

green eyes focused on her balding, pudgy and divorced teacher.

“ may you repeat what i said — .ᐣ ”

𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦。

karai huffed — and repeats everything to a t finishing with a click of a tongue.

“ t-that’s correct、thank you miss táng。now — during the eras of medieval europe。。ʙʟᴀʜ ʙʟᴀʜ ʙʟᴀʜ。”

karai proceeded to muffle his voice.

she yawns covering her mouth with a fist.

luckily the bell rings signifying dismissal and five minute limit to get to your next class.

getting up — karai gathered her items, slinging her backpack unto her shoulder. the teacher said something about homework or whatever as they left. paying no mind to his babble, karai exits the classroom and heads for her assigned locker. she twists and turns the lock to access the contents inside of her locker; with a click, it opens and she switches the world history book for her chemistry textbook.

slams the locker shut and readies herself to head to the next period when karai bumps into something solid.

an annoyed hiss escapes the punk teen.

“ karai — babe、you’re fine as hell .ᐟ go out with me。just give me a chance。”

“ never in your life — dylan、now leave me alone。”

she goes to leave once more when a hand stops her.

“ whoa、whoa — cool your jets sweetheart。you haven’t had the taste of dylan o’bry — ”

karai throws him—making his body hits the ground, ʜᴀʀᴅ.

“ go fuck yourself、now leave me alone you piece of shit — ( *ᴡʜᴀᴄᴋ ) ”

she kicks his face in—drawing out blood and a fractured nose with sweetheart。you haven’t had the taste of dylan o’bry — ”

she kicks his face in—drawing out blood and a fractured nose with broken teeth.

karai heads off to class without much hassle this time around — dylan slowly gets up, groaning as he snarls.

“ stupid bitch — i’ma make her pay。”

the rest of the day went without fuss and karai thanks the gods, wanting to go home however she still needs to scavenge through the turtle’s lockers to find something of use — for her father. karai’s been keeping tabs all day.

she watches them interact with their respective clubs and electives — so far this is what she’s gathered.

⌜✎⌟

leonardo, or “leo” seems to be the turtle in charge despite being awkward, anxious, dorky and clumsy with himself. his brothers often clown him, than taking him seriously—but do listen when it matters.

he also seems to be hard crushing on that o’neil girl.

⌜✎⌟

raphael — “raph” is the second oldest and aggressive one of the bunch. always eager to fight, and a lil too trigger happy. however he’s strong as he is effective on getting things done; gets scolded a lot for his recklessness.

he does seem to have a 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩 spot for his brothers.

⌜✎⌟

donatello – ‘donnie’ ; ‘dee’ ; ‘don’ — is the second youngest of the four. gifted with genius and intellect, he thrives on technology and science. his brothers often refer to him as the “brains” of the group and rely on him for almost everything. seems he is uh—an anime nerd and k-pop enthusiast.

side note: who is BTS ?

⌜✎⌟

michelangelo aka ‘mikey’ is the youngest of the three. he is youthful, cherry, funny — the heart of the group, he excels at improv.

though he seems to dislike conflict.

granted this was weeks after weeks of studying the teens — whole ass month.

karai decides to head home now, so she can be of use to her father and hunt down the turtles. exiting the school, she walks towards the direction of the hideout — halfway through she ends up surrounded by men baring dragon tattoos.

karai scoffed — dumping her backpack onto the floor.

“ yous karai — .ᐣ ”

quirks a brow.

“ who would like to know .ᐣ ”

this big, burly bald man speaks,

“ dylan o’bryen。”

a snort , then full blown laughter is heard from the kunoichi.

“ you’re that pig’s henchmen。

“ how lame。”

the bald one does a notion and then they’re all rushing her — and karai easily disposes of them one by one without any effort.

this is light work.

so there she goes, dancing in the pale moonlight. unbeknownst to the japanese teen — the turtle brothers were out on their evening patrols.

leonardo who had been leading his brothers through the rooftops — spotted the girl.

“ guys look — it’s karai .ᐟ ”

he pointed and his brothers turned, curious.

“ seems like she’s having fun。”

donnie remarks next to raph — the teens having ceased running — mikey just watches.

“ i think we should help。”

leo says, walking over to the ledge.

“ why—she kicking ass and uh、unless you forgot、karai’s a bad guy .ᐣ ”

raph drawled out, making small movements with his hand.

“ still — she could get hurt、it’s our job to protect 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦。”

the blue masked turtle reminds them and makes his way down the fire escape. the three brothers share a worrisome look before following after their brother. karai let’s out irritated sigh — just how much more of these guys are there? she has the stamina for days — so this isn’t an issue. what is the issue, is that karai isn’t paying attention to the bald one so he manages to get in a hit.

a harsh, rough kick landing on her back — causing her to flinch and let out scream as karai’s sent flying, and smacks into a nearby wall, only intensifying the pain. she probably broke a rib or two — at best, it’s not for certain. carefully karai shuffles herself upright — resting against the bricked wall, panting heavily. a click is heard and a gun’s pointed at her face.

“ say goodbye bitch。”

karai snarls, cursing her incompetence and accepting her fate when — ( * ᴡʜᴀᴍ )

leonardo comes to her rescue with a flying kick to the goon’s head. rendering him unconscious. karai is startled — but relieved at the same time. though, it would seem she now owed this dork a favor.

“ i suppose i owe you a — ”

karai says briefly before quietening down. the moonlight illuminating leonardo as he offered a hand — his mask tails flowing freely. his eyes suddenly appeared to be twinkling; soft nurturing passion simmered in those beautiful chocolate hues. leo’s now colored in this pretty pink tint. and he’s shinning and bright, and, and…breathtaking.

♪ ♫ ♬

𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬

𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘬

𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘪𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘭

𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰, 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰

𝘮𝘺, 𝘮𝘺, 𝘮𝘺, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦?

♪ ♫ ♬

𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦

𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦

𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰, 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰

𝘪'𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸

𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦'𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰

𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰

♪ ♫ ♬

karai blinks stupidly, realizing leo’s being calling out to her.

“ uh karai .ᐣ you okay .ᐣ because you’ve been silent for the last five minutes。”

leonardo says, addressing her — sounding nervous and then — ( *fwsssh )

her face is burning up ; turning a lovely crimson as she gingerly accepts his hand — taking note of leo’s ᴡᴀʀᴍᴛʜ. shakily she stands on her feet and stumbles, though leonardo catches her.

“ easy、you took quite the hit。”

his voice is gentle, and kind—none of that condescending tone or harsh words. leo is offering her support and karai can’t help but lean into him—curling to his side; if leonardo is aware, he doesn’t say anything. she’s limping slightly as leo reunited with his brothers.

“ hey guys — i’m gonna go take karai home。”

shrill of disbelieving 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁s are heard from the brothers.

“ are you 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘦 .ᐣ ” raph huffs — pinching the bridge of his beak.

“ she’s the enemy, the bad guy or did you forget leo .ᐣ ”

donnie and mikey just nod in agreement.

“ no、but raph — just look at her。she’s injured and unable to walk。it would be cruel to just leave her be。”

the turtle brothers exchange on last look before conceding into leonardo’s heroic and martyr nature.

“ okay fine — but head straight back once you’re finished。”

raph hissed, gnashing his teeth together.

“ promise。”

and with that, the brothers part and leonardo turns his head to karai.

“ are you strong enough for a piggyback .ᐣ ”

karai nods letting go slowly and watches as leo gets onto his knee, attention on her. all too suddenly she’s self conscious about her hygiene and if she smells ok—snap out of it! karai climbs onto him and the turtle’s hand holds onto her thigh and climbs the nearest fire escape with ease—not struggling at all.

𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨。

karai mused to herself, letting her head rest on his shoulder as leo makes his way through the roofs of new york — she’s giving him directions of course, somewhere near the hideout but also far enough to keep the secrecy of its location. eyes half lidded — karai’s notices just how prettily the lights of new york shine under the night sky. painting the world in many wonderful colors. her stomach feels funny — ticklish and light; nervous. karai then closes her eyes — letting herself be vulnerable and small. after all, her leo wouldn’t hurt her.

“ karai — .ᐣ ”

slowly lifting her head, karai mumbles a tiny ‘ ʏᴇꜱ .ᐣ ’

“ we’re here。”

leonardo says with a whisper, mindful of people’s sleep.

“ thank you。”

karai murmurs, getting off of leo.

“ are you sure that you’re alright .ᐣ ”

the anxious teen asks, his handsome boyish face scrunched up in mild worry.

“ yeah—i’ll be fine、just need some rest with first aid、and then i’ll be right as rain。”

karai eases his concerns with a scoff, dismissing him. leonardo studies her briefly before nodding and turns, ready to leave. and —

“ w-wait .ᐟ ”

karai unconscious grabs ahold of his arm which causes leo’s attention to fall on her

“ yeah .ᐣ ”

she’s at loss for words; not expecting to have acted out subconsciously.

“ i-i just wanted to say, t-that i owe you one。”

leonardo rolls his eyes with a snort.

“ don’t — it’s what heroes do。later .ᐟ ”

giving a two fingered salute—the turtle disappears into the night, leaving a bewildered, questioning karai to her musings.

【𝓔𝓷𝓭.】

; ʚ♡ɞ

[towersofprospit]

….kkkkknight of breath? please?

🌑 No problem! Thank you for requesting. 🌑

Knight of Breath

Knight: Knights are a protector class, through and through. They use a mask of self-importance/“cool”ness to hide how much they care for others, and they’re happiest when their friends are happy.

Breath: Breath is the aspect of Freedom, Direction and Individuality. A Hero of Breath will always rely on themselves first and foremost, and because of this they are fickle and hard to pin down, for better or worse. They are leaders by example.

Inverted Title: Rogue of Blood

Breath is an interesting Aspect, because it's very hard to describe. It is not so by intention or mystery like Void, or by virtue of being multi-faceted and far-encompassing like Heart, but because that is its nature. Breath is a fairly self-motivated Aspect, but that's not to say its players are selfish. They do what feels good and move on when it doesn't, which can make them seem a bit unpredictable from the outside. They're not blind to the needs of others, but some of the less social oriented classes might forget to watch out for their friends' feelings and state, as it is not in their nature to be particulalrly observant. As I said, they do what feels good when it feels good, and kind of ride their own wave, which is good for them, but sometimes leads to their friends getting soaked if they don't get out of the way soon enough.

This makes for a particularly emotonially disconnected Knight. I can see them struggling to take resposibility for their mistakes, not due to their pride, but because they're non-confrontational. They would feel bad for whatever they'd done of course, knowing Knights and their guilt complexes, but that guilt wouldn't overpower their want to avoid wrath and dissappointment, at least before they come into their own.

They would be, or at least pretend to be, the stereotypical "cool-kid", and unlike Dave they would actually succeed in doing so, because the high-strung nature innate to Knights would be somewhat dampened by Breath. They would probably have a difficult time maintaining close relationships, but their charisma and relaxed attitude would lend itself well to dipping in and out of various friendly circles while never committing to a singular one. They're that kid that sits with the popular kids one day in the week, the nerds the next and the band kids the day after, depending on ~ the vibe ~. I could also see them as the "class jester" type, putting an effort into appearing funny and uncaring towards the rules. If they were to join a permanent club, I could see them running track, or maybe taking a dance elective. Tavros and John seemed to share a common theme of escapism in their interests - movies and FLARPing, so a regular old tabletop RPG club probably also wouldn't be too far off.

As for the double-edged sword portion of Knights; commitment issues might as well be this Knight's motto. They want connection of course, who doesn't, but they are unwilling to cement themselves as one thing, a member of one group, reach back far enough towards someone to truly develop a relationship with them. This tendency will be difficult to overcome, as it will require the Knight to look their fear head on, and probably get hurt in the process. It can be done of course, and they will probably benefit greatly from the input of a Blood player or some other social oriented Aspect, but getting the Knight to stop stalling and make the leap will certainly be like pulling teeth.

Weaponising Freedom is certainly an interesting concept indeed, and this Knight will have to come up with some interesting workarounds and methods in order to use their power to its greatest potential, but once they manage to find their flow, it will be a piece of cake. The sheer defensive power the Breeze boasts in combination with the Knight's role in the session will make for a formidable opponent, though they might be more inclined to lay back and step in when necessary than actively lead the charge. There might be some varation depending on whether the Knight is a Prospit or Derse dreamer, but that's up to you, really.

Keep your head up, KoB? You know things are never as bad as you imagine them to be.

[origin-of-symmetryy]

HAPPY HALLOWEEN, MORTALS!

Welcome one and all to the most terrifying time of year - a month-long orange & black murderfest where enraged revenants wander the earth to claim their yearly harvest of souls. Skies fill with clouds and lightning as the blood of unwitting campgoers paint the walls of log cabins everywhere, the handiwork of machete-brandishing killers - and terrifying spirits haunt your dreams to steal your life essence for themselves.

And Ollie listens to Oingo Boingo all month.

happy halloween!! everyone's favorite holiday (especially tumblr's) and that certainly does not exclude me.

i love halloween, and i'm certain you do as well, but this year in addition to our little spookfest i've elected to form an event of my own, dedicated to the ska-punk nerd inside my soul i've kept dormant for so long - and everyone's favorite halloween party band.

Welcome to the Dead Man's Party.

every day in the month of october will bring you a song from my (rather extensive) catalogue of Ollie-Certified Oingo Boingo Bangers, taken from the band's 8 albums. i may inject other artists into this event at regular intervals, but mostly it will be ruled by our lord, savior, and father of weirdcore, Danny Elfman.

get ready to listen to my weird-ass music taste.

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DNI: cishets, nsfw accs, radfems/terfs, radqueers, trans/homophobes in general, exclusionists of any kind, paraphiles, proshippers, antifurries, conservatives

exhausted 3rd wheel for @prettyboysmlm & @monko-donko

see you on the other side, mortals.

- ollie

[shadowmaat]

I adore "Leia murders Palpatine with extreme prejudice" ideas as much as the next nerd, but also consider "Leia murders Palpatine with politics."

She's been in the Imperial Senate, which is even more cut-throat and violent than the Republic one. She knows how to play dirty while keeping pristine. She undermines public confidence in him. Asks "innocent" questions of the crowd during public gatherings, publishes anonymous articles, recreates what she can remember of her high school history project about the rise of the Empire (which she was ABSOLUTELY FORBIDDEN from submitting by her parents). Palpatine has to take his attention away from the war in order to deal with this nuisance, but he can't seem to find the little rat despite his monumental efforts. (Fox and the Corries are having the time of their life with this because you know they'd be happy to topple the whole government if it meant a chance to relax.)

Oh, she colludes with the Jedi, too. She gives them all kinds of intel about upcoming battles to prove she knows what she's talking about and it starts helping them win more battles. Or at least limit their losses.

And then one day Palps makes the mistake of snapping at a reporter. It seems like a small thing, but somehow his loss of temper is the straw that breaks the eopie's back and suddenly the Delegation of 2000 finds its ranks swelling and there's calls for a vote of no confidence. Ahh, sweet irony.

Of course it all still culminates in a battle, but the Jedi are more prepared this time. Well, prepared for Palpatine, anyway. Despite having gotten to know Leia, she still manages to surprise them by sniping Palps with a slugthrower before he can kill anyone.

She's "arrested" by a very smug Fox, who takes her off for celebrating questioning.

"Remembered, we should have, that Skywalker's child she is," Yoda admits.

They never do find the culprit who managed to sabotage the entire Coruscanti comms network and plant jammers throughout the Senate. Rumors of a blue and silver astromech seen fleeing the scene are dismissed as ridiculous.

Bail Organa finds himself elected interim Chancellor despite his best efforts and finds a (thoroughly vetted) gift waiting for him in his new office. Or at least he assumes it's for him, even though it's labeled "To Dad" and signed "Love, L.O." He's pretty sure he'd remember having a kid, but hey, it's a bottle of his favorite whiskey, so he isn't going to turn it down.

time travel fics where it’s Luke and/or Leia who goes back to the prequels as opposed to prequels characters going back to the prequels are incredibly funny because instead of emotional tension you could cut with a knife and horrible grief overlaying every action it’s just one (or two) ridiculously powerful people running around with absolutely no idea what’s going besides (a) that the chancellor everybody loves is pure evil and plotting the downfall of the republic and (b) that their dad (with whom they have a VERY complex relationship) is, at best, old enough to be barely out of space college. who needs complex and carefully rendered plans based on a million different remembered factors when you can have one of the space twins seeing Palpatine and trying to kill him with their illegal laser sword on sight