#also i cropped the bottom ones for the same reason

[wildpeachfarm]

See the thing is with streaming its going to die regardless, yes companies handing out less contracts is killing it further but its already dying at a fast rate? I'm not a stream hater either btw I really enjoy them but like. For example. 2020, 2021? When school was remote and I only ever worked mornings because of covid hours? I was clocked into that Philza 8hr stream DAILY. I was scheduling my classes around those streams so I could do homework while listening/watching. Went as far as to use my monthly speaking privilge to ask Phil what date British Daylight Savings began so I could keep my schedule clear. The second everything was no longer remote, and store hours went back to normal, I maybe caught 2, 3, maybe 4 streams in that year before I decided enough was enough about QSMP and I LOVE hardcore content.

From a company standpoint I can see why YT may not be interested in handing out streamer contracts anymore. Like Dreamie and a few others they're recognizing the Covid Number Boom is over- but unlike Dreamie, because theyre a corporation, they can't just "stick it out" and "recelebrate milestones". They have a "bottom line" to protect and they're not getting that same sweet sweet ad revenue from streams because of decreased viewer counts. Esp bc people don't just go back and watch vods unless there's a REAAAALLY good reason to. So no ad viewership there either. They're going to go back to relying on videos (and unfortunately probably shorts as well, I hate the tiktok-ification of every socmed site) to keep their ad revenue up, especially with the battle of ad blockers. I see more ad and monitization deals being handed out.

With streams (bc vod watching is lowkey practically nonexistant) not being in high demand bc of time constraints (happening while busy, timezones issues) the demands for videos will be higher as videos are ALWAYS readily available. Someone uploads at midnight your timezone? I mean it'll be there when you wake up, you won't have "missed" anything like you would have a livestream. Get a video schedule set out and you're GOLDEN- the first thing I do when I get home from work is check if a handful of youtubers have uploaded to put on to watch. If not, I rewatch some of my fav vids.

Also psychologically I actually think this is for the better of all CCs as a whole. Streaming, esp for some of the hourly requirements some of these ppl either HAVE to hit to get paid or WILLINGLY put themselves through (Tubbo) you have to wear your persona the ENTIRE time. You have to make sure you don't slip up that ENTIRE time. You have to be entertaining the ENTIRE time. You have to filter yourself because it's all live. To me this just sounds like what I do on a daily basis masking my audHD and that shit is so tiring and it's why I could NEVER be a streamer. If you're recording videos you can control what goes out. You don't have to wear whatever persona you decide to put on for 8hrs for a stream, you can record 3 hours of footage and then be done for the day, and that can either be one video or multiple depending on a lot of factors. Accidentally say your mom's name? Cut the clip. Bit isn't funny? Cut the clip. They will still have to actively filter themselves yes but for a much less amount of time. In the end CCs will have a lot more mind power that they're not using up to take care of themselves. I genuinely think it's psychologically better for them all.

It's unfortunate that the streaming industry is going to collapse this way. But also seeing how the communities heavily affected by streaming are more drama filled than communities w/o streaming, I'm lowkey hoping it's for the best. Pulling the plug like this imo is a mercy kill.

And now I'm gonna wash my mouth out for all that corporate speak I just used. Sorry for the manifesto. And if someone wants to put this manifesto on reddit idc just crop/block any usernames IG

I appreciate the essay-andy-ing these are interesting thoughts! I don't think the streaming scene will collapse entirely but I do think that it will become more advantageous to be a youtuber because people have found that to be the most consistent for many years as a CC rather than streams which require a lot of additional things (like you mentioned)

And I feel like we are seeing quite a few people say they're going to prioritize youtube more in the future which seems to be the beginning of that transition

I am curious if twitch will ever try to keep certain big-viewer streamers on the platform with 'kick-style' ($$$$) contracts.

#ask

[probably-writing-x]

The Side You See

Rafe Cameron x Reader

Summary: Nobody ever understood how somebody like you could be with somebody like Rafe. I mean, come on, you two were polar opposites. But when everyone else would disappear, and it was just the two of you left, he was every bit a new person - a side of himself that he would show when it was only your eyes that could see him.

Warnings: Mentions of drug and alcohol use, some sexual hints if you really squint, drunk and hungover Rafe

Author’s Note: Thank you SO SO much for the love on my last couple of posts, I was so sure nobody would be bothered if I started posting again but you guys have exceeded every single expectation I had. Thank you from the bottom of my heart, I can’t wait to be writing more for you lovely bunch <3

(Also, please let me know if you want me to start up a taglist again on my posts if you’d like me to tag you in future work)

The party was winding down from full swing, bodies spilling into every room of the house, music pounding and drinks flowing. That was something people always guaranteed when Rafe hosted a party - nobody would be going home bored, and barely anybody would be going home sober. He made exceptions for you, and really only you. You’d never been much of a drinker, beyond a glass of champagne at a family wedding, and that’s one of the reasons why it surprised people so much when you were the one Rafe went after - the one he fell in love with. You were like polar opposites from what people could see - you sipped a red cup of lemonade, and he sniffed another line. But the thing about those differences, was that Rafe had learnt his limits when he had started dating you. He could still get drunk, get high, do anything he wanted to at a party, but he was never as bad as he used to be. This was his vice, the parties, the drugs, the drink, it was a release for him away from the stress of dealing with everything his family threw at him. You knew he had his troubles, everyone knew that, but this didn’t seem like much of a big one in comparison to everything else. 

“Hey baby!” His familiar deep voice calls out to you, soon accompanied by his arm slinking around your waist. 

You knew he was drunk when he started calling you pet names in front of other people. They all looked at him like he was no longer himself.

“Having fun?” You laugh, feeling him drop more of his weight onto you as you wrap an arm around him to steady him more before an inevitable fall. 

He hums, dipping his head to bury into your neck. Since the two of you started dating, he had become the clingiest drunk you’d ever known. Not that you were complaining all that much. Though it still took everyone by surprise when he was so public in his affections - the heartless Rafe showing a heart??

“I’ve missed you,” He mutters into your neck, kissing the soft skin there. 

“Rafe, we’ve been at the same party all night,” You roll your eyes, turning so that he can wrap both arms around you, your chests bumping together. 

“You look hot,” He whispers the words, his eyes scanning over you like he still didn’t believe he was the one that got to tell you that every day. 

You were wearing a cropped tank top and shorts, with one of his big shirts open over it all, so long that it grazed the middle of your thighs. He loved when you wore his clothes, a possessive trait he’d never lose - in the best way possible. 

“Rafe, honey, how much have you had?” You ask him, dragging a hand through his growing hair, trying to force his eyes onto you. 

He squints for a prolonged moment like he’s trying to focus on you, “I can’t remember.”

It was late by now, and he’d been drinking since dinner with Topper, and you were sure he was getting to be more and more of a lightweight.

“Do you want to go to bed?” You offer, running your hand down his arm, where the curves of his biceps clung to his shirt. 

He grins, clearly impressed by your suggestion, leaning down and pressing a quick kiss to your lips before turning around. Only then does he start shouting at the dispersing crowd to leave, swinging his arms around, taking cups out of peoples’ hands. They all inevitably oblige, because this was Rafe; you’d be stupid to not listen to him. 

Eventually, only the two of you remain as Topper and Kelce shout a slurred goodbye and something about wrapping it up, before they both walk off in the same direction. 

“Just us,” Rafe mumbles, stumbling in his steps as he walks back over to you on the porch. 

You laugh, “Babe, do you need to be sick?” 

He shushes you, flopping down onto the couch along one side of the wooden fence.

“You don’t want to sleep out here,” You roll your eyes at him, crouching down to his head height.

“But its so comfy,” He slurs, eyes closed and lips parting. 

“Rafe?”

Your only response is a soft snore from his parted lips, rumbling in the air between the two of you. You pull the throw from the back of the couch and drape it over him, taking one of the empty plant pots and setting it in front of him in case his stomach eventually rejected everything he’d put into his body, and you go back into the empty house to curl up on the sofa. Close enough that you could still see him. 

~~~

In the morning, you’re up when the sun is and Rafe is still flat out snoring on the porch sofa. He’s on his stomach with his hair spraying in different directions, his head on its side and his eyes flickering every so often in his slumber. You potter around the house clearing up the remaining mess left over from the party. There are enough red cups to fill up two full bin bags, clattering around the plastic with the beer bottles and cans. Once the lounge and kitchen are completely cleared, you go outside onto the porch and start picking up the bottles left out there too.

Rafe groans and shifts a little on the couch, his arm falling off of the cushion and dropping, his hand hitting the floor. It forces his eyes open, but they are slow and reluctant to do so.

“Morning, handsome,” You laugh, seeing the delirious confusion washing his face, clearly not sure where he was and with no idea as to how they’d got there.

Rafe grumbles, trying to move on the couch and coming to terms with where he was, “What happened?”

You stop putting the bottles into the bag and set it down, “Well, the bed felt a bit too far away last night, so you slept here.”

He groans again and stretches out his arms trying to push himself up, “Where did you sleep?”

“On the sofa,” You respond, your words much clearer than his.

“What?” Rafe had a thing about that, he didn’t like the idea of you sleeping on your own because he knew you never slept well.

He sits up against the back of the sofa and drags a hand over his face as if trying to clear the fuzzy feeling away from his head.

“I’m sorry, I must’ve been bad last night,” He shakes his head, “I can’t even remember what I had.”

“It’s okay,” You chuckle, “You weren’t bad, but your friends will probably have something to say about what you were saying to me.”

He groans again and stretches out his arms, “Cm’ere.”

“Let me just finish cleaning up,” You comment, throwing a few more bottles in the bag.

“That can wait,” He tugs at his shirt you’d been wearing, now buttoned up around you with nothing underneath.

You stumble over and he catches you in his arms, pulling you into his chest.

“Hi,” Rafe mumbles, burying his nose into your neck and breathing in the lingering smell of your perfume.

“How are you feeling?” You ask him, shifting your legs to either side of his thighs so that you straddled his hips.

“Like I need to sleep for another ten hours,” He says, shifting his arms around you so that they held you impossibly closer.

“You can go back to sleep, we haven’t got any plans today,” You nod, dragging hands through his hair to fix the curtains into place, “I haven’t got much left to clean up.”

“I don’t think you understood me,” He comments, shifting his weight before dropping back down onto the couch, with you now laying on top of him, “If I’m staying, you’re staying.”

You laugh and push yourself up on your hands, towering over his form. His features seem softer in the mornings, especially when he was hungover. His eyes are just a little shut, still adjusting to the light, his lips soft, his jaw lacking the tension that he normally held. You run your hand over his cheek, tracing his cheekbones down towards his jawline. Rafe tilts his head into your touch, tilting his head eventually and kissing softly at your fingertips.

“Can we just stay like this?” He hums, lifting one hand away from your waist to move it up and lace his fingers with yours, playing with the contact of your hand in his.

“Forever or just for today?”

He narrows his eyes, “I can’t see any reason we’d have to move.”

You laugh and press a kiss to the back of his hand, “Then we’ll stay.”

If his friends, or anyone on the island for that matter, saw him like this, they would think Rafe had a twin that they’d never met. They’d think that surely, Rafe Cameron didn’t wake up and cuddle his girlfriend and tell her he didn’t want to leave and kiss her with the softest touch. But this was him. This was every bit of the boyfriend you fell in love with, and continued to fall in love with a little more every morning.

“I love you (Y/N) (Y/L/N),” He’s half asleep, his eyes just closing, but he wouldn’t go to sleep without saying it this time.

“I love you too Rafe Cameron.”

His hands snake back low around your waist, gripping you tight against him and you let your head fall down onto his chest, listening to the slow drumming of his heartbeat. His legs find their way to tangle into yours and his breaths even out into sleep once more. In those moments, he was nothing but yours. And that’s how you wanted to stay.

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[jasperthehatchet]

Hi ❤️ I found this beautiful red pair of pants at the thrift store a while ago, and I just got around to modifying them (also I fucked around with my photo editor for no reason)

I really love the embroidery on it and the material is extremely soft and breathable. But when I got them they were a bit too big for me and the drawstring was a pain in the ass to use. So I removed the drawstring and mended the hole, then I folded the waist band over itself in two places at my sides and stitched it in place. It's an elastic waist band so I was completely okay with removing the drawstring entirely (I forgot to take a picture of the waist band. Oh well)

I was thinking of adding more embroidery to the waist band but I'm afraid of compromising the stretchy-ness in any way so Idk yet. I think I'll leave it alone for now

I also changed the shape of the legs, they were flared out a little bit. I like the shape so instead of using elastic, I made drawstrings for the bottom of the legs so that I could achieve that poofy pants shape I like, but I also have the option to untie or remove the strings and bring them back to their original shape if I want to

I went from having this in my wardrobe and rarely wearing it to wearing it all the time!!! They're so comfortable and beautiful and they were fun to modify 🌿☀️

*****

[Image ID:

There are 5 total images. The first one is of me in my mirror wearing a black crop top and red pair of pants made of flowy fabric, they're embroidered with an intricate diagonal grid pattern and some vines around it in the same color as the fabric, across the middle of both legs and going down. but the embroidery doesn't show well in this particular image. My head doesn't show in the image so it's just my outfit. I edited the photo and put some sun stickers on it as well as two captions in white text placed near my waist that say: "took the drawstring out and mended the hole" and "tailored the waist band to fit" and a third caption at the bottom of the photo that says "cut open the hem at the bottom of each leg and inserted new drawstrings, changing the shape."

The next two images are pictures of the pants laid out on my bed, one image is zoomed in on the embroidery.

The next image is zoomed in on the bottom of the right leg where I put new drawstrings made of darker red yarn. There's red embroidered vines going down the seams and slightly lighter red embroidery thread on the edges of the hole I cut in the hem. There are three captions in white text in the photo that say: 1. "I embroidered the edges of the fabric I cut so they don't fray." 2. "Once i finished that i stitched it closed 1/4th of the way on the inside to prevent this part of the hem from sticking out." 3. "And I made two new drawstrings from yarn before I realized I could've used the one from the waist band instead"

The last image is of the same are of the pants as the last image but without the text and my hand. And the hole where the drawstrings are coming out of is less visible.

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[badasgirlfriend]

Stolen Hoodie | Bada Lee Social Media AU

pairings: bada lee x shin nari

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a/n: THE LONG AWAITED SMUT IS HERE huge thank u to @mikaleialt for writing it ily bae😩🫶

"Can you pass me the red lipstick?" Yunjin asked Nari.

Nari nodded before applying some extra lipstick onto her lips.

The two friends were currently in Yunjin's room, squished together at her makeup desk. While they were getting ready for the Halloween party, that was being held by Aeri

Yunjin looked at Nari, she couldn't help but give her a flirtatious grin. "You look hot," she said teasingly. "You're going to drive someone crazy tonight."

Nari blushed at the comment, and with a boldness in her voice, she responded back. "You mean I'll drive everyone crazy"

With a roll of the eyes and a light laugh, Yunjin elbowed her best friend jokingly both of them laughing

Sure thing! Here's one attempt at a possible rewrite:

Bada decided on the pair's Halloween costumes, opting for Lola Bunny and Bugs Bunny, an idea that Nari instantly approved of without hesitation (a little). The look consisted of tight white shorts with a white pom-pom on her bottom, making it resemble a bunny scut. She also wore a crop top jersey with "Tune Squad" written across it in bold black letters, along with white bunny ears to complete the whole thing.

Nari was impatiently waiting to see how Bada would look, for some reason she couldn't imagine her girlfriend with bunny ears in her head.

"Alright, sexy vampire, let's go!" Nari said, grabbing her friend's arm and pulling her out of the makeup desk.

"Wait I still need to add more re-" Yunjin started, before both of them were cut off by a shriek. They looked over to see the door, where Yunjin's mom stood with a camera in her hand.

"You girls look beautiful!" she said, gasping as she took a picture of the two friends.

"Oh come on, Mama, more pictures" Nari pleaded with the woman in the door, giggling as she started to pose.

Yunjin looked on with a fond smile, remembering how her mom and Nari's moms were close before the sad passing of Nari's mom. Since then, Yunjin's mom had insisted that Nari call her "Mama," and it felt right for both of them.

"Mom, come on, we need to go," Yunjin whined, but her mother kept ignoring her and continued to take pictures.

"Shush, Yunjin"

"Yes shush Yunjin" Nari replied with a mischievous smile. Yunjin stuck her tongue out and pinched Nari's arm. Both girls erupted in laughter, their mother snapping a picture in the background.

Yunjin's mom smiled sadly at the picture, the two girls reminding her of her old friend and herself. It was a bittersweet moment, though the laughter of the two girls made it slightly better.

Yunjin looked on at the time on her phone, her eyes widening. "Crap, we're gonna be late,"

"Alright, Yunjin, I don't want you to come home drunk, alright?" her mother said, wagging her finger at her before turning her attention to Nari. "You too, Nari," she added, a serious look on her face.

They both saluted, grabbing their bags before heading out the door, Yunjin giving her mother a quick kiss followed by Nari doing the same.

As they exited the house, they hopped into Yunjin's car, finally driving off

"You've seemed so much happier lately," Yunjin said to her friend with a bright smile. "And I'm so happy for you, you really deserve the best."

Feeling grateful, Nari hugged Yunjin tight and shared her own smile. "Thank you," she said softly, and with the boom of the music heard from afar, both friends began to make their way towards Aeri's house, excited to see all of the various fun costumes at the party.

The girls were nearing Aeri's house, and the music was heard from meters away, booming throughout the entire neighborhood. A variety of costumes were on display, some deemed scary while others were considered cute.

"As always, Aeri is the best at parties," Yunjin awed at the Halloween setup that filled her house. She parked her car further from the house

"One thing about her, she'll never disappoint for parties," added the brunette, her eyes taking in the sight of the scary clowns that added to the party's spook factor. From the music to the costumes to the decorations, Aeri never failed to impress with her fun parties.

The girls got out of the car, Nari fixing her ears as Yunjin fixed her hair.

Nari checked her phone to see if she had any messages from her girlfriend, and she did!

Bada told her she had arrived, making Nari nervous, either because of their matching outfits or her impatience to see how her girlfriend looked in the costume she picked out for them. Perhaps it was a mixture of both feelings, or the fact that everyone will know by the end of the night that they're dating. It's obvious

"Look at this sexy bitch" a familiar voice shouted, spanking Nari's ass.

Giggling, Nari turned to Aeri and looked at her costume. She had a red wig that gave her a hot look, as well as a blue sparkly dress with matching wings. "Okay miss Enchantix

Aeri gasped giggling, already tipsy. "How did you know?" Nari snorted back, pointing out her red wig and wings

Aeri hugged Yunjin and held her close "And you are... a bunny?"

Nari whined and moved to one side as lots of people came pouring in, both upstairs and downstairs flooding as everyone entered. "I'm Lola, hello, isn't it obvious?" she said with a roll of her eyes and a playful wag of her fingers, pointing to her Tune Squad top.

The red headed girl paused, thinking to herself for a moment before saying "I think I saw someone wearing the same thing, I honestly don't know." She looked at Yunjin, still in thought, before adding with a giggle, "What a shame that you aren't a real vampire."

Yunjin scoffed, flicking her head and laughing. "You're already drunk, idiot."

"Move your asses to the dance floor," the blonde girl said, taking Aeri's hand and dragging her onto the middle where everyone was dancing.

Nari smiled and headed over behind the two, looking at them. Tatter was wearing a dark turquoise bodysuit with a long blue cape, and she had her hair tied up in a tight, high ponytail. She looked exactly like Icy

Yunjin whispered into Nari's ear, trying to make herself heard over the loud music. "Let's go find the others," Nari nodded in response.

As the two made their way through the crowd of revelers, they went to the kitchen in search of the others from their little friend group. There, they saw Lusher on the counter, Yeonjun in between her legs, and Bada leaning back on a fridge, a red cup in her hand.

Everyone's eyes were on the bunny girl, both boys and girls alike, glued to her movements as walked in. But Nari was focused on a particular tall girl in a Tune Squad jersey with white shorts and bunny ears, matching her own. Her eyes were only on the tall beauty. She looked amazing, even more so when she was engaged and focused. Nari was taken aback by the pace at which her feelings were growing, feeling her heart race as she looked over at the dancer

Although she had experience in relationships before, what she was feeling towards Bada was unique and new. She never felt anything like this for anyone else. The feeling it gave her was scary, yet exhilarating. Everytime she was close to Bada she felt this rush of energy fill her, like she couldn't breathe, her heart beating loudly and quickly. It was as if she was in a dream and living in the moment.

The two approached the group, the brunette girl casually flicked off Yeonjun's hat, much to his surprise. He turned towards her with a furious glare, yet his gaze quickly changed as soon as he recognized Nari, his eyes softened

"Hey, loser," Nari said with a smile, teasing Yeonjun.

He groaned and put his hat back on, yet his expression remained soft "You just had to ruin it didn't you"

Nari shrugged, looking towards Bada for a moment, only to find her girlfriend already staring at her with a smile

The moment Bada saw her, she couldn't take her eyes off her. Nari looked absolutely dazzling, with her tight white shorts and the white jersey. Bada found herself almost hypnotized by her looks, and she knew that spending the entire night with Nari was going to be the highlight of her year.

She took in every intricate detail of Nari's face, finding every single feature beautiful. The way she smiled and laughed, it was as if one simple move could brightening her entire soul it was absolutely breathtaking.

Bada couldn't help but marvel at her beauty, and it made her want to take Nari in her arms and kiss her right there in front of everyone.

She put her arm around Nari's shoulder and pulled her in for a hug, whispering in her ear, "You look perfect." As she did so, she snuck a quick, kiss on her cheek.

Nari had never been someone to blush, at least on the surface, yet her past month with Bada had led her to find her cheeks flushing with a blush whenever they were together.

"You look perfect too," Nari said quickly and softly, getting lost in Bada's eyes and smiling. For both girls, it was as if their world had been paused, with no one else around them but the two of them in that moment. All that mattered was the time they were spending together, and for now, it was enough for them.

Until her big mouthed friend decided to ruin it

“Stop eye fucking each other"

Lusher couldn’t help but gasp, annoyed, and smacked Yeonjun’s arm "Yeonjun I swear"

Nari turned to face them, but as she did so, Bada's arm immediately wrapped around her waist. The subtle but clear move didn't go unnoticed by Lusher, who stood nearby, watching their every move with a smile on her face. "You two look really good"

Nari gave Lusher a wink, leaning into Bada's body as she did so. "Thanks, babe you too. If you ignore Yeonjun"

"Fuck you"

"I'll shove that ratatouille hat up your ass"

"Okay, let's show these losers how you play," Nari yelled, hand in hand with Bada. They stepped up to the table, 10 cups filled with beer directly in front of them. The crowd cheered and the music was pumping, all eyes were on the four girls.

"Can't wait to see their faces when they lose," Tatter said, her words a little too loud. She watched Nari and Bada's reactions with excitement, seeing that their competitive side was coming out. The duo chuckled at her bold comment, and they looked more determined than ever to win.

"She can't even finish a can of beer," Bada laughed, pointing at Tatter

"THAT WAS ONE TIME"

"Alright," Nari clapped, getting everyone's attention. "Let's start don't even bother picking the ball!"

She grabbed the small yellow ball and closed one eye, focusing on the cups. Her tongue poked out slightly, and Bada watched her with a smile, cute

Nari took a deep breath, and focused in on the task ahead, but her eyes kept focusing back to Bada. Finally, with all the confidence she could muster, she threw the ball, and that was it. The ball, going perfectly into the cup, and the entire room went nuts.

The moment she felt the familiar touch, she knew it had to be Bada. From the subtle perfume to the warmth of her embrace... it was impossible to mistake her for anyone else.

She pulled her in for a tight hug, and Bada kissed her on her hair, and she couldn't resist smiling at their little moment.

"Drink! Drink! Drink!"

Tatter and Aeri rolled their eyes in an amused way. Aeri grabbed the cup and immediately drank it up, to the cheers of the crowd.

"Good job"

Hearing Bada's whisper in her ear, Nari felt a shiver go down her spine. Oh she's fucked

Aeri cheered for Tatter as she warmed up, grabbing the ball and throwing it. Her throw was perfect, and it landed square in the cup, causing another round of cheers. Bada shouted "Cheater!" as Tatter gave her the middle finger.

As the game continued, Nada stayed in the lead while Taeri struggled because of Aeri's intoxication. It was Nari's turn to throw again, and this time she was feeling more confident. However, when she felt Bada's fingers lightly brush over her waist, she was almost caught off guard. It was unexpected, and it sent a slight tingle of excitement through her body.

She looked at Bada, who was looking at her with innocent eyes. She couldn't help but notice a slight slyness to her. It was a subtle yet playful look that made Nari feel a certain way. Bada wasn't even trying to hide it

"Throw it already, yall can fuck later," Aeri shouted impatiently as Nari rolled her eyes. With a laugh, Nari threw the ball and made the shot, causing Bada to shout, "Drink up!"

Tatter smirked and whispered something in Aeri's ear, causing her to smirk as well. Nodding, Aeri grabbed the cup and took a sip, then grabbed Tatter's face and kissed her. The beer in her mouth was passed to Aeri, and the two of them were now sharing it.

"GET IT!" Nari screamed, hyping up them up

"Ya'll will do that next if I shoot the ball perfectly," Aeri said, causing Nari to immediately hush up, and making Bada blush at the thought.

Bada and Nari didn't see a problem with their actions, after all, they were a couple, and it was what they did. But no one else knows and with the kiss everything would be confirmed

"We don't have to," Bada muttered, so only Nari would hear.

Nari shook her head quickly. She was done hiding

"No, it's okay. The Nada Nation needs to be fed," Nari smiled, winking at Bada.

"Nada nation?" Bada asked with a grin.

"Well yes, we have fans. Keep up, Bada."

"DRINK AND KISS, HOES!" Tatter screamed with excitement, jumping all over the place. The teo girls were so focused on each other that they missed the shot Aeri made

Smiling, Nari grabbed the cup. As she stood there, the moment felt almost magnetic. Everyone's eyes turned to them. Everyone was patiently waiting and anticipating the moment when they'd actually drink and kiss. It was something the fans had always been waiting to see, since their beef on the early days

Nari turned to Bada, her eyes never leaving her girlfriend's. Bada was going crazy with the way Nari was looking at her. The mess of hair, the almost faded lipstick, everything about her looked so hot. Bada was growing impatient by the second, as she could feel herself succumbing more and more as the moment drew closer.

When Nari lowered the cup, Bada wasted no seconds. She grabbed Nari's face and their lips smashed together. Fire and passion. Nari's body almost quivered with excitement and desire as she wrapped her arms around Bada and pulled her closer. It was as if nothing outside mattered. Only the two of them existed in that moment, and they were completely lost in the moment of lust and passion.

Bada bit Nari's lip, causing her to reluctantly open her mouth. With her mouth open and her lips parted, Bada took the chance to slip her tongue in, She felt the cold liquid of the alcohol on her lips. They were both losing themselves in the moment feeling each others tounge, and a rush of desire filled both of them.

As they parted, Nari didn't hear everyone cheering. Aeri and Tatter were shaking with excitement as they shook each other's arms, their mouths wide open in shock.

Yunjin, Tatter, and Lusher all shouted, the three of them shocked by what they'd just witnessed. They couldn't believe their eyes.

Nari waved her hand, her face as red as a tomato. Bada was no better. "Alright, we're done see you later, we don't give paragraphs" she said, grabbing Bada's arm and moving past everyone who was still cheering.

At that moment, "Buttons" by the Pussycats started playing. Bada's gaze turned to Nari's, and she let out a tiny smile. "Your favorite song"

With the music in the background and the atmosphere around them buzzing with energy, Nari held her girlfriend's hand tightly as they joined the crowd on the dance floor.

Nari raised her hand with Bada's, and the two of them started moving their hips slowly as they danced. Bada grasped Nari's waist with her free hand, pulling her closer grinding on each other

Nari locked her arms around Bada's shoulder, singing along to the lyrics. She leaned in, and their bodies were almost touching.

She started feeling even more overwhelmed with the heat of the moment. She wanted to get closer to her girlfriend, to feel her warmth and body next to hers. She wanted to be as vulnerable as possible, and she couldn't help but move her hips in a way that would drive her lover crazy.

Bada groaned, her eyes closing as the heat between them heightened. She became lost in the moment, and her sinful thoughts became even more intense. The movements of Nari's body were driving her wild, and she felt like she was losing all control over herself.

Her hand moved slowly over to Nari's ass, gripping it lightly. She kissed her neck softly and slowly, moving her lips up to her jaw.

Nari let out a soft moan, feeling her lover's lips as she moved higher.

Bada's lips moved close to Nari's, but she didn't kiss her. Instead, she playfully kissed the corner of her lips.

Nari whispered pouting "You tease."

Sure! Here's a more fun and romantic version:

Bada began laughing, pulling Nari closer. Nari put her head on Bada's shoulder as they stayed like that, comfortable and relaxed (horny too)

Nari pulled away from Bada, who's eyebrows furrowed as "I need to go to the bathroom," she said with a small smile.

"Do you want me to come with you?"

"No, no, it's fine. I'll be back in two minutes," Nari replied with a wink.

But then it dawned on her. The person who had grabbed her arm was xiaothing, but her signature cherry red color was gone. Her hair was now black, and a new look that suited her well.

Nari placed her hand over her chest as she giggled. "You scared me," she said with a smile.

Xiaothing smiled back. "Sorry, I saw you across the room and I had to get to you." Her hand was still on Nari's arm, and she let out a light chuckle as her eyes stayed glued to Nari's face. "You look so good, girl,"

As they started talking, Nari completely forgot about her original intention of going to the bathroom and her girlfriend that she had left behind. She was so caught up in the conversation with Xiaothing that she didn't notice the person glaring at the black haired girl with jealousy from across the room

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[jakeyt]

Covet: Chapter 5

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x f!Reader

Covet Summary:

Life was good. No, life was great. 

Was. 

Until.

Jake Kiszka crashed into the picture.

You welcomed him into your life—your home. 

Yes, he was your best friend’s twin. But, he was also the one who would end up disrupting your whole world with his attitude, his troubles, and the annoyingly natural way he lured you in. 

Jake Kiszka came with so much you really didn’t want.

At least that’s what you tried to convince yourself.

Warnings: MINORS DNI (18+); oral sex f!receiving; anxiety; very toxic trauma revisited

Chapter Word Count: 15.8k

Covet Masterlist

a/n: a chapter i've been waiting soooo long to share!! ahh!! i have had the exact performance from this chapter in my mind for a long ass time. i would SO appreciate for you to watch it to get a glimpse of exactly what's been sitting in my mind for months. i will link it for all you to see :)

i hope you enjoy, loves!

The Talk On The Street that you witness in this chapter :) I've always imagined their irl Otus Supply gig from August of '17 as their first one in Covet!

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You ended up spending breakfast and lunch with Elsie while shopping. Nothing replenished your cup more than spending time with your sister. 

And because she was away for her career ninety percent of the time, you relished in whatever time you could get with her. 

Though, you still hadn’t found anything to wear. You’d scraped almost every store at Kings Plaza, and you were about to just settle on something you already had at home. 

But you hadn’t let yourself get there yet. The main reason being, you wanted to find something that would make you look alluring. You didn’t have anything in your closet that matched this idea you had in mind. 

Because even if you couldn’t be with Jake, you were still a woman who was attracted to him. And naturally, if you’re attracted to a man, you want him to be attracted to you, too. 

So, you loved the idea of finding an outfit that would entice him.

You were afraid your plan wasn’t going to wind up working out too well, considering you’d gotten a text from Josh requesting that you stand close to the stage. He had mentioned wanting you to be close so he could see Elsie. He was so damn gone for your sister. It was ridiculous.

So, of course, when you’d received that text, you knew in your mind you weren’t going to leave Elsie all by herself at the front. 

So, here you were shopping for an outfit to make Jake’s jaw drop. 

Except for the fact that, so far, no store in the entire shopping center seemed to have the 

perfect thing.

Elsie was only halfway in the same boat on her clothes journey. She had found a top, but no bottoms. And try as she might, you knew Elsie had the biggest crush on Josh. On several occasions that day, she’d brought up how excited she was to hear him sing. She’d quickly correct herself to say she was excited to see them all play. And she’d kept asking questions about Josh specifically. 

And her outfit. . . She hadn’t said she had the same plan with hers as you did with yours, but you knew she did. The top was already a barely-there sparkly black one. It left almost nothing to the imagination, being mostly a sparkly bralette with a couple pieces of sheer  fabric to create a shiny, cropped opening that revealed her toned stomach. 

You actually weren’t overly jazzed to be seen next to Elsie tonight. You’d always felt she was prettier than you. And it never failed, she’d always gotten more male attention than you did. . . 

You had this gut wrenching feeling that Jake would only be looking at her, no matter how sexy you were trying to make your (currently non-existent) outfit. 

“Y/n, what about this?” 

You looked over from the rack you’d been flipping through pointlessly. It was Elsie’s idea to come in here for the pleather pants she was intent on wearing. She seemed determined to kill two birds with one stone and also find your outfit while in the store.

She was holding up a sequined black bustier. It was hot, but it seemed too obviously sexy. You didn’t want it to seem too apparent that you were trying to look so good. You needed it to be a more subtle kind of alluring. 

You scrunched your nose and shook your head. “No, too much.”

She rolled her eyes. She was tired of you shooting her options down. But you didn’t want to just buy something because she thought it was best. You wanted to feel totally confident in what you were going to wear. 

Then, you turned your attention back to the rack that had already proven  it wasn’t holding what you wanted. You just didn’t know what to do at this point. 

Your attention was pulled away when Elsie squealed. She’d found the pleather bell bottoms she had been intent on finding all day. 

You smiled at her, but your heart fell. You were not feeling too good about tonight. Maybe this shopping trip was a sign that you really shouldn’t go. 

You didn’t want to look like a dumpster fire in something that just didn’t fit the vibe. You went to tell Elsie that you were going to wait outside the store and her face softened at the plain look of sadness on your face. 

She knew how you let tiny things build up until they were one big thing that made you feel inevitably hopeless. And today had included several little shitty things on top of the one giant thing that had been playing on a loop in your mind since last night. 

You couldn’t believe you’d yelled at him. It honestly hurt your heart to think of how you’d reacted to the situation. You could have handled it better, but you still weren’t sure how else you should’ve cut it off. 

It shouldn’t have even been happening in the first place. You’d crossed a line that you were already feeling tempted to cross again. . .even when you knew it wasn’t the right thing to do. 

You hadn’t talked to Elsie about it, which was strange. There were no secrets between the two of you, but you didn’t even know how to broach the subject with her. The last time you’d talked to her about Jake, you’d thought that you hated him. 

And now. . .you knew for a fact you didn’t hate him. You didn’t know what you felt for him, but it sure wasn’t anything close to hatred.

He’d pissed you the fuck off on multiple occasions. But as you’d reflected this morning, it seemed that recently, he had decided to change his ways. You could hear Josh’s voice now saying something along the lines of: 

“He was hurting. How he’d acted before, that’s not him. Give him a chance to show himself.” 

And now, in your heart, you knew that the Josh in your head was right. When someone had been wounded as Jake had been, and had years stripped away from his life for virtually no reason. . .they’d definitely be entitled to acting angry and unlike themselves. He’d been through a lot.

You just didn’t have all the patience in the world for it as the beginning of your childhood had been less than sunny, and you didn’t ever remember being so rude to people who didn’t deserve it. All you’d been was kind to Jake in those first interactions you’d had with him. But it had seemed anytime you wanted to make things good between you two, he made sure to squander it with his pissant attitude. 

Let it go, y/n, said the little voice in your head that was trying to reason with you. What has he been like recently, hm?

The voice in your head sounded an awful lot like Josh and Elsie. You grinned to yourself. They really would be the perfect pair. They were both so rational, so effortlessly wise and generous.

You and Jake, however? No way in hell you would be a good pair. Ninety-nine percent of the time, you two argued over the smallest, dumbest things— like pizza toppings (literally). That would make for an absolutely insane, headache of a relationship. 

But would it, y/n? The voice echoed again. What if when you put your guard down you figured out that you two could actually bring out the best in each other?

You gave it a little glimpse of a thought. 

Pfft. Yeah, right.

It didn’t even matter. It couldn’t happen.

You felt Elsie come and sit next to you, her tattooed shoulder lightly hitting your bare one. “What are we gonna do about you?” 

You laughed outright, because damn. It was funny how her question applied to literally your entire life right now. 

You looked at her, answering for the current situation. “I think I’ll just end up wearing a pair of jeans and a T-shirt,” you were frowning when you said it. And even if you had been smiling the biggest grin you could muster, she still wouldn’t have believed you. You didn’t even believe you—you just had a habit of saying things you didn’t mean when you were in a bad mood.

“Um, absolutely not,” she corrected, her voice gaining the same sense of sass that your mother had always possessed, before she’d left. “You are going to find something. Whether I have to drag you by your hair to do it or not.”

“Els. . .there’s nothing. We’ve looked and looked.”

“We haven’t looked at that store yet. . .” She nodded her head over to the store right next to the one you were currently sitting in front of. It did look like it had some cute stuff, just by looking in the windows. “Let’s go look there, okay?”

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And what do you know, you ended up walking out of that store holding every damn piece of your outfit. 

“The older sister is always right, you know,” she nudged you, smirking. “You don’t have to admit it right now, but I will be waiting.”

You scoffed. “Oookay,” you walked out of the door to the mall, and headed to the car. She stayed right beside you. “You were totally right when you dated Keith for five years straight, even though he was nothing but a fuckin’ asshole who cheated on you and only ever treated you like trash.”

She gave a thoughtful look. “Fair,” then she shoved you, and you almost lost your balance. You both laughed. “But leave the past where it belongs.”

You instantly felt the need to fill her in on what happened last night. You didn’t fully want to, but you knew you had to. You wanted to leave the past where it belonged; move forward and let Jake be nearer to you, but you just couldn’t let yourself get there. And surely Elsie would have something wise to say to encourage you. She had been your main go-to person for your entire life. She had to be caught up. Even if you already knew she would find a way to boss you about it while giving her sage advice.

“It’s so weird you say something like that,” was all you remarked in that moment.

You stopped at the passenger side door. Elsie had driven your Jetta to the mall. All through college, you two had shared the car. She claimed to miss driving since she didn’t get to do a lot of it with her current job. And you were never one to pass up the opportunity to not drive, being totally opposite her in that regard. Passenger Princess all the way.

You got in after she unlocked, and you each threw your bags in the back simultaneously. 

“Starbucks?” She looked over at you as she slipped her sunglasses on her face. 

Your eyes lit up as you said, “You already know the answer to that.”

Once she got to driving, she finally answered your initial statement. 

“Okay, what was it weird that I said?” She stopped at a red light, and let her fingers tap against the wheel while she turned down the ending notes to Elton John’s rendition of “Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds.”

“The thing about the past,” you bit at the side of your thumb, a nervous habit you’d always had. She slapped your hand away from your face. 

“Quit.”

“Fuck you,” you responded.

“Fuck you! You’re gonna chew your whole thumb clean off someday and I’ll be right there telling you ‘I told you so’,” she went when the light turned green. “Anyways. . .”

“I’ve been thinking non-stop all day about something,” you continued. “It’s fucking ridiculous, but I need your help.”

Before you could say anything more, she’d made it to the Starbucks line. Already knowing your order, she placed them both quickly and scooted up to the window to pay and grab them.

And finally on your way back to the apartment, she responded. “Just spit it out, y/n,” she glanced over at you. “And my help isn’t ridiculous. It’s the best you’ll ever get.”

“Mm,” you replied sarcastically. “It has to do with my roommate.”

“Oh, fuck. What did he do now?” She replied, showing her humor at your annoyance with him. “Look at you slightly wrong? I'm excited to meet him, by the way. It’s actually one of the things I’m looking forward to most. Gotta see this villain in my sister’s life with my own eyes.”

You narrowed your eyes at the side of her head. “For your information, he’s a total jackass. I wish you’d just listen to me and understand that fact. But nooo, you must defend how awfully he treats your poor sister,” you grumbled. “And mock your poor sister at that.”

“I’m not going to hold anything against him when it’s obvious he’s the same as you, y/n,” she peeked over at you. “He reacts at other people when he’s had shit thrown his way.”

“Same as me?!” You shockingly answered, not at all believing she was comparing his assholery to anything you’d ever done. “I’ve never been a jerk because of my own life circumstances. Ne-ver.”

She snorted. “You obviously don’t remember being a particularly bratty 10-year-old. Oh, and 11-year-old. . .and how could I forget you being an occasional shithead 12-year-old,” You just sat in your seat, completely unaware of anything she could be referring to. “Your emotions with mom leaving after dad already had. . .they hit you hard, sis.”

“How do you remember how I acted? You were only a year older,” you rationalized. “If I can’t remember myself acting like that—which I really don’t, by the way—, how could you remember? We were both too young.”

She shrugged her shoulder. “We coped differently. . . Way differently,” she pursed her lips. “I had to be the protector, the defender. Even if I was only a year older, I felt responsible for you. I mean, even after we went to live with Grandma and Grandpa I felt that way. And you treated me and everyone else like fuckin’ dirt.”

“I don’t—.”

“Ask Grandma or Grandpa. Or better yet, both!” She seemed genuinely desperate for you to understand. And you were actually starting to get a few flashbacks you’d suppressed. “You did some terrible things as a kid to try to, what I can only assume now, protect your heart that was already hurting from a mother abandoning you.”

Suddenly, you had a jumbled mess of memories come back to you. Your mom was there at the beginning of the montage of moments, and you were screaming at her and crying for her not to leave. Then, there were instances of you screaming very similarly at Elsie for God-knows-what, retaliating at your grandparents for seemingly nothing. Why had you. . .?

“Why did I forget?” You felt tears climbing in from the back of your throat. “I mean, we all know I don’t like to think about mom, but. . . That’s all just how I reacted to her; it was my life after. She wasn’t even there. I just don’t—how could I. . .?”

She looked over at you, her own tear dripping down her cheek. She set a palm on your thigh and gave it a loving squeeze. “That’s just it. She wasn’t there with you, but she had marred you. You were distraught, y/n. And understandably so. She was your mom and she left you,” she rubbed a thumb against the wheel, sniffling. “Some kids repress and compartmentalize shit until it’s almost gone when they’ve experienced mass amounts of trauma,” she paused. “That’s you,” she motioned her head to indicate who she was referring to. “And then there are some who can't forget a damned thing, no matter how hard they try. Me. It’s an extremely unfortunate gift.”

Now the memories were actually flooding your mind at an uncomfortable speed. You didn’t like what you were remembering. It wasn’t pleasant, and it included a lot of screaming, pulling of hair, slamming doors, breaking precious things, and . . . 

You suddenly had a cold chill run up your spine from one particular reapproaching memory.

“Did I slap you?”

She chuckled. “Once or twice.”

“It’s not funny, Elsie,” you reminded her, feeling extremely guilty. “I can’t believe I . . .” You shook your head. 

“It was a long time ago, sis,” she continued to rub your leg. “I’ve moved on. Anytime you did any of that stuff, I moved on as soon as you’d done it.”

You wrinkled your brow and felt a couple of teardrops hit your bare thigh. “But. . .why?”

“You were in pain and somehow, I just knew it. Even if I was just a kid, I’d been forced to be the one to take care of you, become the adult, I guess. I knew then it wouldn’t be fair for me to hold something against you that you probably didn’t mean. I knew the only reason you were acting that way was because someone else had hurt you,” she shook her head. You heard a sniffle come from her. Her voice was wet when she spoke next. “It wasn’t all your fault. It was mostly mom’s. You just didn’t know how to react to it.” 

And for the rest of the ride to your place, you were extremely pensive. There was an empty feeling that accompanied the tears that were still sitting at your tear ducts. You’d occasionally get this weary feeling of not being enough, feeling empty. And you knew that so many of your struggles with control and worry—your affinity for anxiety. . .it all came from your inability to be a child and your lack of a mother. She truly had left you so broken. 

You had a feeling you knew why she’d chosen now as the time to tell you all of that. Hearing it all allowed you to put your own (or rather someone else’s) current life events into perspective. 

Your tricky ass sister. Why did she always have to bring so much sense to everything? Could she just let you be irrational for once?

You felt more tears grow in your eyes, now feeling guilty for an entirely different reason. 

“I know why you told me,” you cried. There was no denying that you were full-on blubbering at this point. “Sneaky ass bitch.”

It made Elsie giggle through her own tear-fest she was having in the driver’s seat. “You’re welcome.”

And, in normal fashion for the two of you, you started dying laughing in the midst of sobbing.

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You looked out the window, nearing the apartment. The trees, the skies, people laughing—those were beautiful things. Any memory associated with your mom was not. You despised just how much your mom could get in your head. 

She’d hurt you so much. The things that had happened before she left, the way she’d left, the way you (now) remembered reacting to the pain as a child. You pondered how all of these things combined were most likely the reason you hated to think of her. So, essentially, these happenings from your past were the reason you shoved everything else in your life down . . . You’d gotten used to doing it when things got too uncomfortable to think about. 

And dammit, if it hadn’t worked so far; you weren’t even close to being ready to let her enter your mind for too long. 

But Jake? You couldn’t stop thinking about how wrong you’d been to judge him. Hearing what you had from your sister made you feel ready. Ready to open up to the idea of him. 

Whatever that idea may be.

Once you got back to your apartment, you used all your energy to shut out the bad thoughts and closed off any lingering thought of your mom. When she’d suddenly popped up in the midst of you remembering events from your past, you were instantly disgusted and saddened at the sight of her. 

You could see her so clearly in your memories—it was too much.

And, you would rather not ruin your day by feeling the heaviness only your mom could bring.

-🌼🌼🌼-

You’d tried on your outfits, and afterwards, you two had put on bikinis, deciding to sunbathe. She was gearing up to head out of your home to the apartment pool when she stopped at the door. 

“So, the thing you wanted to talk about with Jake, and the past. . .was it you being annoyed with him again? Like, did we fix that?”

Thankfully your roommate was gone, so if you wanted, you could divulge the information that had been on the tip of your tongue without any worries that he’d accidentally hear. 

You shrugged. “I mean, we fixed the whole ‘me giving him grace’ part. I needed that.” You added, “Since I used to apparently deal with things way worse than he’s dealt with his shitty breakup.”

“It wasn’t way worse, y/n,” she tried to reassure. 

“He has never really screamed at me or done anything even close to hitting. I could never imagine him getting physically angry with me. Maybe other people,” Your cheeks heated, thinking of the guy in the record store. A knowing smirk came to your face. “But not me,” you looked off for a minute, deciding to tell her what you’d thought about that morning in bed. “And lately I’ve realized that he has actually really been changing his ways. He’s been a completely different person for the past few days.”

“Okay, wait, who’s ‘other people’?” She air-quoted, eyeing you, growing her own smile. “And changing his ways, how, exactly? I believe it; I bet he’s healing. . . Spill the tea.”

You shook your head. “Maybe another time,” you looked down at your feet and sighed. “I do need you to know one thing. . .,” you rubbed your tongue against the backs of your teeth, deciding you just had to tell her. “What if I told you that, hypothetically. . .I don’t know, we made out last night?”

Her eyes bulged, and she took a step closer to you. “What?!”

“Hypothetically,” you reminded her, for no reason at all. Since it was definitely not hypothetical. “If we like dry humped in my bedroom and shit,” her mouth dropped open. “I really don’t need your advice. I just. . . Well, earlier, I was going to ask if the past things he’d done made a difference in anything, but. . .,” You trailed off, getting stuck on your sister’s stunned expression.

“I’m sorry,” she held her thumb and pointer finger to her forehead, closing her eyes. “I'm just letting this all sink in.”

“But, I mean, the past wasn’t really a factor at all. I didn’t need validation with the whole ‘he was an asshole, so is it okay?’ thing. I don’t even really know why I used that wording,” you watched as she looked down, shaking her head. Her eyes were still humongous. “But you told me what you told me and I needed to know all of that for several reasons. So I guess I worded it that way for that purpose without even knowing it?”

“I don’t fucking know, y/n. You say shit weird sometimes. You usually speak before you think,” she looked over you. “And now it sounds like you’re acting before you think.”

You gestured your hands at her as if to say ‘ta da!’ “And therein lies the problem.”

“Well, shit. . .,” She looked at you, surveying you. “What are you gonna do?”

“Well, I came to my senses and I made him leave last night—.”

“You made him leave?!” She seemed even more shocked by that. 

“Well, yeah,” you affirmed. “It can’t happen. There’s no way in hell it’s a good idea.”

“And why is that?” She glared at you. “I thought you weren’t going to hold his shit against him anymore.”

“It’s not because of that,” you reassured. “First of all, we’re roommates—.”

“And that makes it hot as hell to pursue it,” she interrupted, a giggle at her lips. “And they were roommates,” she said, just like the Vine. You gave her a look. “Sorry. Go on.”

“I can’t risk losing Josh if something doesn’t work out.”

She shrugged and nodded, “I get that. The whole losing Josh thing. . .,” You raised a brow at her. “I meant that I wouldn’t want to lose my best friend either! That’s why I get it. No other reason.”

You tossed your eyes at that. “Mkay,” you disagreed, but you didn’t torment her with that. “And I can’t get in the way of him living out his dream like his past girlfriend did.”

“Who’s to say that would happen?” She countered.

“I just know it would,” you tried to answer in a way that left no room for argument. “And I’m not going to risk that either.”

“Y/n—.”

“Don’t question that he’d do that. Because he did it before and he’ll do it again.”

She slanted her eyes. Her mind was going a million miles a minute, you could tell. She had her thinking face on, getting a rebuttal ready.

“Did he want it?” She asked, tapping her chin.

“What?”

She rolled her eyes. “Did he want it? Kissing? Sex? Whatever. Did it seem like he wanted it?”

“I mean, he initiated the first kiss,” you decided to add a part that had repeated at least fifty times in your mind since it happened. “And he rubbed his hard fucking dick against me while telling me that I did that to him,” you blushed, retelling it. 

“Fuck,” her own cheeks got red at that, eyes getting big again. “That’s hot.”

You nodded, having to agree. And just hearing it coming from him. Hot damn. He was sexy as hell, and hearing him talk filthy had done something to you. There was a reason you’d replayed it more than a few times since. You smirked and nodded your head. “Right? And you don’t even know what he looks like.”

She looked pensive again. And after looking at you for a solid minute, you got annoyed.

“What are you thinking?” 

“Maybe you need to humble yourself,” she stated plainly. Your jaw dropped at that. 

“Excuse me, ma’am, but I’ve had a pretty good dosage of humbling today, if I do say so myself.”

She crossed her arms, her face still squinted at you. “No, I mean. . .what if he doesn’t love you like he loved her?”

Your heart fell to your knees at that, but you weren’t about to admit it to even yourself, or let it show that the words had hit you like a ton of bricks. You didn’t need him to love you, but dammit if that didn’t hurt just a bit for God knows what reason. 

You kept your features stony in your response. “What are you saying?”

You had a little flashback to him saying nearly the same words last night. And for a brief moment, you were back in that time. Your cheeks started to flame. You tried to shut it down before it went any further. 

You focused on your sister.

“I’m saying. . .what if it’s possible he could just want you in his bed and nothing else?” She scratched her head. “Would that hurt anything or anyone? I mean, you’ve made it seem to me that you don’t really have any emotional attachment to him. So if you did that, who would it hurt?”

“Elsie, that’s a stupid plan that could go horribly wrong,” she gasped at your insult to her idea. You leveled her with a stare at that. “And you know it.”

“I do, I do,” she reassured. “But what if you just cut it off when it starts to feel like too much?”

“You think I could do that?” You couldn’t believe you were actually starting to give substance to her idea in your head. 

“You’re pretty damn good at burying things right down to the pits of hell, so. . .,” She blinked at you. “What’s the harm in giving it a shot? I mean, just one time, at least?”

You were absolutely blown away that she was suggesting this. She was the level head in all situations, always being the one to offer the most sound advice. 

Her face said she was hiding something, though. Was there something behind this? What did she know that you didn’t? 

“What are you scheming?” You inquired, extremely curious. 

She placed a hand to her chest. “Me?! Scheming against my precious little sister? How dare you assume that.”

You rolled your eyes. “This isn’t normal for you; you know, to advise risky things and shit. 

She glanced to the side, letting her eyes wander mysteriously for a second. “I think it would be good for you to live on the edge. Just once.” 

-🌼🌼🌼-

Afterwards, the two of you got the sun you’d wanted. The apartment you lived in had a nice pool out back, and thankfully you’d made it out before a hoard of people had the same idea and came out to enjoy the sunshine on this nice, hot summer day. 

You’d laid there for about 20 minutes, and had made it a point to talk about almost anything but your enticing, long-haired roommate. 

But, Elsie being Elsie, had to bring him right back up. You wanted to avoid any mention of him, since your thoughts were incessantly badgering you with images of him. But, she seemed set on not letting him leave the conversation either. 

“I really am so excited to meet Jake,” she said, letting her back face the rays, her skin already browning well. She had an advantage since, recently, she’d been in several places for her job that had even more sun than New York.

“Yeah, okay, Els. I’m happy for you, but let’s not talk about him. ‘Kay?” You were still laying on your back, your thirty minute timer almost up for your front. “I’ve talked about him enough for one day.”

“We barely–.”

You gave her a look, bringing down your shades to show her your brows that were creased and your eyes were basically pleading.

“Fine, but I have to know something.”

You sighed loudly, and looked back up. You closed your eyes against the sun’s harsh light. “And what is that?”

“Does he look just like Josh?” 

You giggled at that. “Oh, so it’s about Josh? Yeah, let’s talk, Els. Pour your heart out.”

 She set her lips in a flat line. “Shut up. I don’t mean–I just wanted–,” she growled a huff. “You said before that they were twins, so . . .”

“Eh, I guess,” you relented, and compared the two. Yes, they definitely had similarities. But they had enough differences that you weren’t sure you’d be able to say they’re twins in a line up. “Jake looks like Jake, and Josh looks like Josh, but then sometimes they look like each other? I don’t know. Twins are interesting,” you figured you could explain a defining feature of your roommate’s to explain his appearance. She really had no clue what he looked like. “I mean, for instance, Jake has longer, wavy hair, while Josh’s is so curly, you know.”

“Oh, I know,” she replied, way too dreamily for it to be normal at all. “So curly.”

And when you turned around on your back, lying in silence next to Elsie, all your mind could think about were the beautiful, sharp features of Jake’s face, and every other piece of his body you seemed to always catch yourself looking at. 

You really did wish he was ugly.

-🌼🌼🌼-

Your mind was driving wildly out of control  with Elsie’s words. 

You couldn’t believe she’d recommend you doing something so thoughtless. 

She’d since left to go see your grandparents. And you’d used the hours since she left to let the idea sink in a little. And if Elsie thought it would be okay. . .surely it would be, right? She was never one to steer you wrong. She’d always told it like it was and helped you out when you needed it most. 

The more you thought about it, it seemed more like normal Elsie advice than you’d initially figured. She’d always been a fan of you letting loose just a tad bit. You barely ever did, and it drove her crazy how rigid you could be. She always said you were ‘in your head’ too much. And she was definitely right about that. 

What if you had been thinking too much about all of this? What if it wasn’t as much as you stressed about it being? 

She was probably right when she said he didn’t love you like he loved the girl from his past. There was no reason for Jake to feel that deeply for you. You definitely needed to be humbled, though, because you’d made up your mind that something was a certain way when there was literally no proof to validate it.

Had Jake been kinder to you as of late? Yes. But it absolutely didn’t mean anything more than just showing you that he was healing. And healing a decent enough amount to show you a better version of himself. 

But he had wanted you in your bed last night. You knew that for sure. With the way he was talking, and moving his lips and body. . . Your thigh still tingled with the feeling of him pressed against you. 

So, would it be so bad? If you finally made the move your body had been desperately wanting for the past month?

You were taken from your reverie when your phone started ringing from where you’d laid it to charge on your bed. 

You raced over, thinking it was probably Elsie calling to ask about something related to tonight. 

But, no, when you’d seen the name Lacey on the screen, you knew what you were about to hear. 

“Can you work my shift for me tonight, y/n?” She sounded like she was on the subway. It was so loud with so many voices on her end of the line. “I had something come up.”

You shut your eyes in complete and utter annoyance at your co-worker. She was so irresponsible. The only reason she worked at the B&G was because her uncle owned the place. Otherwise, she would have been out of a job a long time ago with how many times she’d called in or dropped the ball on something.

“Lacey. . .,” you started, trying to mask a groan at her.

“Please, y/n? I have to be at this thing tonight. I totally forgot about it.”

You heard a scream in the background and Lacey giggled. She quickly masked it. You could only imagine that she was at some party. It was a Saturday evening, after all.

You pulled the phone away from your face to see the time. 

“You really called me 20 minutes before your shift started to ask me this?” She mumbled a barely there ‘sorry’ which made you roll your eyes. You knew she wasn’t sorry in the slightest. “Fine. But you owe me.”

You’d wanted to respond with ‘Well, I have something tonight, too,’ but you had decided against that very quickly. You were the type of person to help anyone out, no matter how it inconvenienced you. One of your biggest pet peeves was someone who refused to be helpful, so you were not going to be that person. Even if, ironically, that happened to be the exact type of person you were currently helping out. 

She gave a quick ‘thank you!’, and then hung up to continue doing whatever she was doing. 

You were devastated. If you worked her shift, you were going to miss most, if not all, of the guys’ first show. You’d been so anxious to see it for weeks, and ever since you’d laid in your bed this morning, and convinced yourself to go, it had been the thing you’d been looking forward to all day. 

All thoughts that concerned the possibility of having sex with Jake left your mind as you could now only be pissed about having to work on a night you really didn’t want to.

You plugged your phone back in, quickly sending a text to Elsie that you’d be late. Walking over to give your outfit one final glance in the mirror, you saw a frown on your face as you stared into your own downturned eyes. You wanted so badly for Jake to see your look. After all, you had browsed for hours to find the perfect fit to impress him. 

The sun shone through the double paned  window in your bedroom. The thin rays of the late afternoon sun highlighted your skin, which had gotten a decent amount of bronze from laying out with your sister. Your makeup looked impeccable. You’d worked so hard on it. Your eyes were smokey, your cheeks contoured flawlessly, your shining highlighter drawing an eye to your cheekbones. You’d used a dark red lip color that never failed to make you feel appealing.

And your outfit. . . you could see so much of your skin. That had been the goal. You wanted him to see a lot of skin. 

The ensemble included a tanned, low-cut bralette that was padded to perfectly accentuate your chest. The tops of your breasts were exposed, making an impressive display of your cleavage. You’d even used some bronzer and highlighter in the middle crease and around the curves to make them look even bigger. Then there was the black leather belt with a patterned silver buckle around the waist of your black corduroy skirt, pulling it to a point that showed how toned your waist was. And the skirt came to rest only about an inch below your tight ass. You knew if you bent over, you’d be just one miniscule movement away from being exposed. 

Your skin heated at the idea of Jake possibly seeing your ass again. He had liked what he’d seen before– you knew this from his reaction in the hallway alone. 

The look was finally completed with a pair of black cowgirl boots (which you’d already had for God knows why) that had about a three inch heel. You’d also had time to put gentle curls in your hair before Lacey had effectively ruined your night. Your big gold hoops showed through.

You knew you looked damn good. And, at this point, you didn’t have time to change, so you were going to have to wear this outfit (that definitely wasn’t work-appropriate) to work. 

You turned off your curling iron and the lights as you got ready to leave. Then, you went ahead and put food in Stevie’s dish. 

And as you locked the front door, you decided that if the store wasn’t too busy, you’d shut down early to get to the show.

-🌼🌼🌼-

Unfortunately, the store was way busier than it usually ever was on a Saturday night. 

Of fucking course, you thought, going about cleaning up after the customers who put records in the wrong bins. Afterwards, you would check them out, with their massive collections, to leave. 

And the cycle went on and on. 

Around 6:30, something snapped you out of the process of ringing someone up at the register. The girl you were bagging the records up for raked her eyes over someone who’d just rung the bell of the shop, which signified the arrival of new customers. 

You looked over, ready to welcome in your new guest when you saw who it was. 

Jake was frozen next to the door, his big brown eyes only on your body as the girl nudged her friend. Your skin grew hot at his gaze. It felt validating that he couldn’t take his stare off of you. Your outfit had done exactly what you’d wanted it to.

You heard the girl say something under her breath about ‘the sexy guy at the door.’

And dammit if she wasn’t right. He looked particularly fine tonight. 

It didn’t help that seeing him brought Elsie’s plan back to the forefront of your mind. You could only think about how badly you wanted to cross the line and fuck him. You knew you’d be thinking about that every time you were around him until you acted on it. And at that moment, it was all you wanted to do.

His arms were covered by a black blazer with pinstripes, a black button down underneath. His shirt was open, all the way down to the top of his abdomen. The skin was beautifully bronzed, per usual, and glistened the slightest bit from him walking in long sleeves in the summer sun. 

And his thighs. . .God damn, they filled the black jeans he was wearing so well. 

Your customer’s voice asking for the total snapped you out of your trance, and your eyes landed back on her young, freckled face. 

When you got them finished checking out, they continued to stand there, ogling Jake. You were annoyed at their ridiculous behavior, and decided for all parties involved, it was best to get him out of the store. 

You clicked your heels right on over to him. And like always, his cologne infiltrated your senses and made your knees weak. You ignored it.

“What are you doing here, Jacob?” You challenged his presence, putting your hands on your hips. You were trying to act tough like you hadn’t just been fucking him with your eyes. 

His eyes darted to where your hands went, and then he grazed his eyes from your hands all the way to your blushing face. He licked his lips, and messed with a sheet he had folded in his right hand. 

He cleared his throat, “I just wanted you to have a setlist for tonight. Also, Elsie’s already there,” you weren’t surprised. She was always one to show up way earlier than she needed to. “And she mentioned you were stuck at work, so I came here to give it to you.”

He handed you the piece of paper he’d been holding, and you reached to get it. Your hands met briefly. It sent shockwaves into the pit of your stomach.

You nodded, trying to ignore the feeling. You bashfully replied, “Thanks,” peering briefly at the paper in your hands. “Why?”

“Just important to me that you had a copy,” he told you, stepping closer to you. His body was just centimeters away from your own. It set you aflame. You looked up at him through your lashes. “Also, I don’t know what the fuck happened last night, but please don’t let it be the reason you don’t come tonight,” he reached a hand up to tuck a curl behind your ear. “I really want you there.”

Your stomach swarmed with butterflies at him being so blatantly open with you. You were not used to this behavior from him. He was usually so closed off, you were fine with taking the bare minimum. But right now, after being so vulnerable last night, and after having you reject him, he was still standing in front of you, asking you to come see him perform. 

“Okay,” was all you could breathe out, looking between your bodies at how close they were.

After that, he gave you a fleeting smirk. 

And, as soon as he’d appeared, he was gone, out the door.

All you wanted was to follow him. The store be damned, even if it continued to be busy, you refused to miss too much of the night’s show.

-🌼🌼🌼-

That was why, an hour later, 30 minutes before close, you were turning lights off, barely checking to see if records were where they belonged. 

You had just finished checking out your (decided) last customers of the night, and while there weren’t anymore in the store, you wanted to take the opportunity to get the hell out.

Consequences be damned.

-🌼🌼🌼-

You’d sped in your VW to Baby’s All Right. It hadn’t taken long at all to get there since the venue was already only about 5 minutes from the B&G.

You’d texted Elsie telling her you were on your way early, to which she’d sent several clapping emojis, making sure to tell you she was at the very front, on Sammy’s side. 

The place was loud when you walked in. It was music you knew. At first, it sounded an awful lot like “Evil” by Howlin’ Wolf. And then you heard the beginning tears of an exquisite guitar solo. 

You almost tripped on your heels, you were walking so fast, ready to get in and see the magic Jake was creating with your own eyes. 

It was slightly difficult to push your way through bodies as smoothly as possible, since there were so many of them in the small room. The people seemed to be friendly enough to let you through. They were mostly too distracted by the boys playing to seem to care. 

You made it to Elsie in record time. She jumped and clapped her hands when she saw you, mimicking the joy from her text. 

But you only shot her a small crack of a grin. You had rushed in here for one thing—one person. And you easily let your eyes find him. 

And fucking hell, if he didn’t play like some sort of rock god. Your body heated as you watched him slide his fingers up and down the frets, and effortlessly make the beautiful notes fly from his cherry red guitar. 

You were amazed, to say the very least. You could officially claim that Sammy had been correct when he’d commented on Jake being a ‘living legend.’ He truly was incredible. 

Elsie bumped you, and you looked over to see her smiling so broad. She loudly whispered in your ear, “They’re killing it!” When you nodded and then leaned away to pay attention to Jake again, she pulled you back in, giddily telling you. “Josh asked me to stand close. He told me he wanted me where he could see me.”

Damn, Josh had grown some confidence to tell her that. You weren’t surprised he could activate it, since he was already naturally so charismatic. There was a huge possibility he had been running on adrenaline, because it seemed he was now for sure. 

You shook your head, tickled at her glee over your sweet best friend. 

“Oh, and Jake keeps checking over here for you,” she said. You questioned if he was really looking for you, but then she added, “He asked me at least three times before the show if I’d heard from you about when you’d be here.” 

Your eyes got huge at that, suddenly feeling nervous that he had been waiting on you. Though, of course, your mind sent a question to distract you from what you were feeling. 

“We exchanged numbers a long time ago, so I know he has my number. He could’ve asked me,” you stated, copying her loud whisper. “Why was he asking you?”

She smirked. “I think he’s a bit nervous. Has a good ‘ol crush on you, baby sis.”

You were confused by the contrast of his demeanor with you at the store, and the sort of shyness he was portraying to not contact you himself. 

He was so different from any other man you’d ever interacted with in your life. You never knew what he was thinking, whereas other men were so blatant about one thing. Jake was mysterious. And now, rather than making you irritated at his unpredictability as he used to, the mysteriousness was beginning to be one of your favorite traits of his. 

It kept you wanting more.

The shroud he’d covered himself with was tempting. There was so much to learn about him. And you were deciding quite rapidly that you wanted to learn every part of him—his mind, his body . . . All of it; be the one to pull back the intricate cover. 

Elsie went back to watching Josh closely, and you caught him giving her several grins and glancing over to see her. He smiled very wide when he saw you, and you beamed back at him, letting your thoughts flee for a moment, feeling the moment with your friend. You were so proud of him. 

You felt eyes on you, and when you found Jake again, Elsie’s words were confirmed. He was settling his eyes on you, not taking them off of you for a few steady moments. 

You felt your skin heat. Your tummy did somersaults at him looking at you while also playing the guitar like his life depended on it. He slid his hand smoothly down the neck of the guitar, and you imagined him—. 

You shook your head, having to look away from him for a brief moment. 

You flicked your eyes around to the other guys, who were all performing their hearts out. Who fucking knew they were hiding these incredible talents from you?!

You then heard Elsie loudly say Josh’s name, earning her a smirk from him. She was so smitten. 

But you couldn’t say much, because after  smiling at the very talented frontman, who just-so-happened to be your best friend, your eyes gravitated to Jake, of their own accord.

And you watched the way he rocked to the beats of the end of the song. It looked so similar to how you’d imagine his passion in bed. And those little faces you’d seen him make while playing?

Damn.

The ending notes to “Evil” rang through the crowded room, and the rest of the crowd erupted in cheers for the tribute song.

You reached a shaky hand into the pocket of your skirt, for the setlist you’d looked at a million times already. You saw the next song was one called “Talk On The Street.” You weren’t familiar with the tune, so you knew it was most likely an original of theirs. You were excited to hear their stuff, and a full song.

You were sad you’d missed the first four and a half songs because you’d had to work on behalf of your lazy ass coworker.

You cast your eyes past your curly headed confidant filling up the air with his good-natured humor. Your sight was drawn to Jake, whose back was turned as he meticulously messed with stuff on his amp and guitar. You didn’t pay attention to what Josh was saying, only really caring to observe Jake’s movements.

“One for good measure!” Josh finally said into his mic, attracting your line of sight as the audience yelled along with him, his hands raised into the air. “Yeah, that’s really off the hook.”

Jake finished getting the stuff behind him arranged for the next song. When he turned around, the bright smile on his face made your tummy flip. He was just so cute. And seeing him so genuinely happy made you feel so happy. 

He did one little strum, looking over like the big brother he was to make sure Sam was ready. 

And then, the song suddenly sparked to life. The way he strummed and manipulated the strings on the guitar—the steady concentration to his craft; it was truly like home for him to play. You could tell how easily it came to him, and you couldn’t help but feel so turned on by how in tune he was with his instrument. 

 He caught you looking at him, as he spared a glance over at you. Your face heated. He kept doing it, letting his gaze go to you and stay on you as he played his instrument so seamlessly well. It was one of the most erotic feelings you’d ever experienced, him looking at you while he played his guitar so well. 

He beamed again, in the middle of playing. He was reflecting the glee that was so apparent, all throughout the crowded room. You could just assume how much joy he was feeling at being able to finally live this dream he’d had for so long. 

He continued to hone in on you. It was like you were at the end of this invisible line that his eyes were connected to. The more he looked at you, the more confident you felt at the prospect of bringing up the possibility of having sex with him. . .just once, like Elsie had said. Perhaps doing that would get this feeling he’d created in you out of your system. 

It just felt so natural how he kept finding you with his eyes. It was almost as if you were a steady line for him to locate. He smiled a time or two when he’d look at you, making your stomach erupt in butterflies at the freedom in his expression. For the first time as a woman, you felt free— watching him. 

He went on to begin the shred of an incredible, literal jaw-dropping solo. Like, your mouth was absolutely opened in adoration. You weren’t sure if it was possible to look reasonably pretty when you were in such amazement. But you couldn’t help it. His talent had you stuck in place, with your mouth hanging in a grin at his ability. 

You perked your cheeks up, and shook your head at him as he continued to look for you, even while tearing up the guitar. He wanted you—needed you—to watch. And watch him you did. You let your eyes drop to trail over his dampened red chest, shining perfectly under the lights. 

The room was extremely warm. You felt for the guys as the bright stage lights shone down on their sweaty faces. You could tell Jake seemed to naturally get sweatier than the others. It was obvious why as he put every ounce of energy he had into his cherry red guitar. 

He leaned down over his guitar at one point, his body bent as he focused intently on playing his heart out. The face he made as he looked down, looking so eerily similar to how you could only imagine him looking while. . . 

You gulped, letting your eyes wander his body as he stood back up.

You watched his hips move in tandem with the guitar, only imagining how he could be using his body to meet yours rather than the hard body of his guitar. He caught your stare, and pinned you with his own. It was intense; he knew where your eyes had been. And he held you there as his hips thrusted to meet nothing but the hot air of the room. 

And the worst part was he wasn’t even trying to turn you on, it seemed. He was just doing his thing, enjoying how you were there to meet his gaze. It felt very personal. It was as if you were the only two people in the steaming hot room. 

He looked back to his guitar briefly, his lower lip pouted and his eyebrows drew together at the attention he gave the strings. He was looking down at the guitar the same way you wanted him looking down at you beneath him. His gaze intense, wanting nothing more than to please the strings—no, play the strings just right. 

You moved, feeling wet arousal meet the dark lace of your thong. And as he flipped his hair back, strands still stuck to his sweaty face, you knew putting those panties on had been the right fucking idea. 

And, of course, in no time, his eyes were on you again. He was not letting you go, save for the occasional review of his strings that were getting played so fuckin’ well. You wanted your body manipulated by his fingers the same damn way they manipulated those strings. 

He continued to move his hips to meet the air. His thick thighs were straining in his jeans, as he flexed them with the movements of his pelvis, which matched the melody he played perfectly. 

You squeezed your thighs together, and then he caught your gaze one more time. It felt like he was about to let you in on a secret. Yes, he was still focused on the song, but it seemed he was more intent on making sure you were focusing on him.

Then, his upper lip quirked in the sexiest way—and fucking hell.

You were done for when he threw his guitar behind his head like it was positively nothing. 

You felt yourself drip into your underwear at the sight; you were completely taken. 

How could a man be so fucking talented? He made everything he did look good as hell, but this? This was other worldly. His agility and strength. . .his stamina. 

Your thoughts were going haywire as your eyes made their way to his round ass in those black skinny jeans. And if those jeans didn’t hug him just right. . .fuck. You sucked in a breath. You felt a bead of sweat trickle between your breasts. 

You watched his arms flex, so tanned. So perfectly toned. His fingers moved on the frets like they normally would. They’d memorized the grooves years ago, it was obvious. His movements were so intentional. But this time, he couldn’t even see the instrument and it still sounded flawless. 

His attention to the craft—his skill. . .it made him even sexier.

His body was in tune with the guitar, moving so much. Then, he turned, bringing the guitar back where it had been laying at his waist. His hair seemed to fly in slow motion around his head as you watched him. And he was even sweatier (of course), which was a blessing and a curse to see. 

You stood there, watching him play out the rest of the song, completely awe-inspired and horny. His smile; his beautiful, shiny brown hair; the glint in his eyes as he once again scanned your figure. Your mouth dropped open for the umpteenth time that night, and your heart beat erratically in your chest. 

He had officially left you speechless and wanting more. 

There was no denying what you now knew you absolutely needed: Jake Kiszka in your bed.

-🌼🌼🌼-

The eclectic collection of music playing was loud and all around you as you sat at a booth with Josh, Elsie, and Sam. Jake and Danny still hadn’t shown up from backstage. Apparently they were talking with the man they’d recently found to be their manager, along with the manager of Baby’s All Right. 

You tried to stop stealing glances at the door that Josh and Sam had come from. You were anxiously anticipating seeing the man who’d destroyed you from the stage. But you tried your hardest to ignore the want to see him, and focused on Josh talking across from you.

He was so animated, his hands waving around. All of his teeth showed with his big, bright smile as he told little stories from their earlier rehearsal. Elsie sat between you and the singer, her chin resting in her hand as she listened intently to every word he said. He’d occasionally look over at her, and he’d grin, his eyes dreamy.

Smiling at them, you weren’t sure why neither of them had ever told the other how they felt. It was so obvious to everyone else. You noticed this fact as Sam, who sat on the other side of Josh, kept watching them, too, occasionally throwing looks at you, a knowing smirk resting on his face. You’d give him the same grin back. 

You were fidgeting as you watched, your fingers drumming against the table and occasionally twiddling together. You decided to put them under your legs, and when you did, you realized the backs of your thighs were sticking to the seat with sweat. Your knees were bouncing with the same unkempt,

nervous energy.

Glancing over at Sammy, you caught his eye again. You decided to take the opportunity to talk to him to fill the time. 

“So,” you began, his eyebrows perked up. He turned towards you, his arms crossed on the table. “You’ve been hiding your talents from me, too, huh?” 

He gave one of his classic laughs, the sound a vocal vibration rather than an actual laugh. “Well, I guess you could say so,” he winked. “I’m also in charge of playin’ the keys for a few of our songs. You just didn’t get the chance to see or hear that tonight.”

You opened your mouth with a grin and a gasp. “I can’t wait to witness that.” Then, you added, “I’m sure it’s freaking incredible.”

He stuck out his bottom lip, and then shrugged with a nod. “Yeah, it is.”

You felt some of your nerves dissipate as you talked with him. He was someone that could make you feel calm instantly, just as Josh could. You peeked over at him, seeing him taking a break from talking to let Elsie say something.

You snorted at Sam, and shook your head at him. He spoke sincerely, “I’m glad you were able to come tonight.”

But before you could respond, Danny came and sat down next to Sam. He’d brushed his black curls back, neatly into a ponytail. 

He joyfully greeted you as soon as he saw you, “Y/n!” He reached out a fist to fist bump you. You squeezed your hand out from under your thigh, and reciprocated, bringing your hand back to you with an explosion. “What’d ya think?!”

“It was unbelievable!” You excitedly responded, tucking your hand back where it had been. You kept your focus primarily on Danny, refusing the urge to give in to the temptation to look for your roommate, who hadn’t come with him. “I still can’t believe you were all concealing that magic from me for so long.”

And just as you said that, you felt the booth next to you dip, still keeping your line of sight on Danny and Sam. But you knew just who it was in the booth with you as the person scooted closer—you could smell his delicious cologne. You blinked, your stomach dipping a few times as you felt him come so close. You didn’t want to initiate any conversation with him; you weren’t sure you could trust yourself to not trip over your words. 

“Speaking of magic,” Sam continued, filling the space. He looked at Jake, who was now situating his body to mimick Sam’s, as he leaned onto the table. “I’m glad you decided to do the guitar-behind-the-head thing tonight. That was fuckin’ sick, Jake.”

You nervously went to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear, and you ducked your head down to look at your thighs. When you did, you felt said guitarist’s thigh fit against yours. The sight of his thigh pressed to your bare one was enough to make you grow goosebumps. You let your eyes move over to his jean-clad lap. He then moved a bit to rub his hands down his thighs. You watched as his long fingers gripped his legs. You wanted him to touch yours the same. But, they didn’t. You followed his hands, which went to wrap back together on the table. He rubbed a thumb run smoothly over the top of his other hand. 

“Yeah,” he responded, then cleared his throat. You let your eyes find his face. You were so close, your eyes in direct view of the side of his tanned cheek. You could see every freckle, every scar on the smooth skin. “Figured it was the right time to pull that old trick out of the bag.” 

You weren’t ready when he moved his hand back to brush through his hair, his elbow coming back and almost connecting with your nose. You backed away just in time. He felt you jerk away, and he turned his head to you. 

When you caught his eyes, so close, you could see every fleck of the Amber in them, making his brown eyes that much more alluring. He looked concerned, and brought his hand up to your shoulder. The feeling of his skin on yours made your chest heat. “You okay?” He questioned, searching your face. 

His genuine concern was new to you, and it was as almost too much. All you could think about was the idea of his hands on other parts of your body. You didn’t want to look away, but the thoughts were becoming too much. “Y-yeah,” you honed in on your thighs again, distracting yourself. 

And when you looked down, you noticed him scoot the slightest bit away from you. And instantly missing the contact, you couldn’t stop your body from moving back over to him, reconnecting the side of your leg to his. 

You noticed him still just a bit at the action on your end, and then he relaxed into it. 

Danny broke the static in your brain. “How do you think it went, Jake?” 

“I,” he cleared his throat again, and at the same time, one of his hands came to rest on your thigh. It sent shockwaves to your brain. “I think it went pretty fuckin’ well,” he squeezed your thigh, then rubbed his thumb against the silky smooth skin (because, of course, you’d shaved everywhere to near perfection). His thumb drew shapes against your thigh, while his pinky skirted against the inside of your thigh. Your panties drew wetness. You were trying so hard not to show any reaction in front of the guys. 

You decided you’d take a drink from your Mojito, trying to get your senses loose, so you wouldn’t be so hyper focused. 

You felt a bit of the condensation from the outside of the glass drip against your leg. You clenched your legs at the feeling, trying to keep it from going into the crack your thighs made anytime they were pushed together. Jake reacted to this by smoothing his hand to the inside of your thighs. You focused hard on swallowing your drink as your tummy somersaulted, and your pussy clenched. You kept the skinny straw in your mouth, hoping it would mask whatever your face was surely doing. 

“Y/n,” Sammy said, bringing you in. You flicked your eyes up to his face, blinking once and setting your drink on the table. He seemed completely unaware of how Jake’s hand continued to move. “What did you think of Jake’s thingy?” 

Your eyes bugged a little, and you coughed on the drink that was still trying to make its way down. You tried swallowing, but the minty taste was burning your throat. And it just got worse when you tried to respond. You held a hand to your mouth, and decided it was probably best to excuse yourself. 

You needed to get away from Jake before anything else possibly happened in front of his brothers, anway.

You pointed to the back where the bathrooms were, and pushed against Jake to let you out. He got the clue that you needed to refresh, and moved until you were standing on your heels beside the table. 

-🌼🌼🌼-

Using your hands as a bowl to gather water, you rinsed your throat once more with the sink water in the single stall women’s room. 

You dried your hands with a paper towel, and fixed some smudged mascara with it before you checked over yourself once more. Your outfit was holding up, still making your figure look tight. Grinning at yourself, you reached into your shirt to lift your boobs up, then smoothed your hands over your short skirt. 

Deciding you were good to go, you went to leave.

But when you pulled the door open, Jake was standing on the other side, his hand up, ready to knock. 

His hand slowly went down, and into one of his front pockets, his bicep flexing as he did so. You noticed how he licked his lips and took you in fully. 

You let yourself watch him as he watched you, admiring just how fucking beautiful he was. His long hair swooped to touch his shoulders, his tan and toned biceps snug in his fitted black button up. . . 

But— you were tired of this game. You didn’t want to just stare at him all the time. What you wanted was to finish what you’d stupidly cut off in your bedroom the night before. 

So, in a confident act, you stepped slowly, back into the bathroom, and made it obvious you were waiting for him, as you let your own gaze stay on him, eyes roaming his body. Your skin grew aflame as his lust-filled eyes found yours.

He stepped towards you, cautiously, as if prey were approaching a lion. But his stare was still intense as he followed you in, not afraid as prey might be, but confident and hungry for more. This had you suddenly starting to feel like the prey that wanted to be fucking devoured. 

You needed him. Now.

“Fuck me, Jake,” you tempted, voice so sultry and raspy. You were completely outside of yourself. There was no stopping this. You needed it. 

And that was all he needed. He took one last step into the bathroom, and shut the door harshly behind him, making quick work of locking the door. You studied his form, covered in black. His thighs looked so thick and ready to be straddled in his tight jeans. 

But, considering your situation, you weren’t thinking you’d get to do that tonight. Dammit. You backed up to the sink, knowing that was the only way you were going to make this possible. You were going to have to sit on it. 

You leaned against the porcelain, waiting for him. You bit your bottom lip when your eyes traveled down to see his hard cock that was stretching his jeans to the point of almost busting the zipper open. 

How was he already so. . .? He came to stand in front of you, and pressed his hips against yours, and you felt wet arousal gathering at the pressure from him. You needed that same pressure inside, filling you up. Your skin grew white hot at the thought.

“You knew just what the fuck you were doing with that little outfit, huh?” He told you, lowly in your ear.

He then did exactly what needed to be done, and lifted you by your thighs to sit you on the white porcelain sink. It was at a strangely perfect height for what needed to be done. It was like the restroom was made for this. 

You spread your legs, preparing to let him in, and all it did was make your thong moisten more. Your skirt rode all the way up to your waist. His eyes pored over your body and he came to stand right where you wanted him. He grasped the back of your neck in one hand, calloused fingers massaging the softness of the skin on your neck. He took five seconds to let his eyes behold yours, and then dove in. 

His lips met yours, which opened, ready for his tongue to entwine with your own. He readily let his tongue enter your mouth, and your eyes rolled back as it glided over and around yours. It fit so well in your mouth, you could only imagine what else would fit well in other places. You wanted—no, you needed more. 

You reached between your bodies, and held his belt buckle in your hands. You used your grip to bring his front even closer to yours, and when the front of his body met your lace-covered pussy, you couldn’t hide the soft whine that so easily came from your lips, and into his mouth. 

He groaned back, bucking his hips into you. And this time, the whine was louder— more of a mewl. He fed off of this, his tongue not leaving your mouth for a second. You pulled away, wanting his tongue in other places. 

Understanding, he let his tongue go all the way to the deepest valley between your perky breasts. He used a warm hand to untuck one breast from its place in your lacy top, and the nipple hardened on the spot. He leaned in to suck the soft nub into his mouth. He twirled around it, bringing a high pitched squeak from you. You heard a husky chuckle against the flesh. 

Then, he moved on, and licked down to the bottom of the deep v, all the way up to the edge of your jaw. Your legs wrapped around his waist, and pulled him in of their own accord. And he once again let his hips thrust up into yours. 

“Jake,” you cried. You reached to tangle your hands in his long brown locks. And just as you went to bravely roll your hips into his, he did the same. 

His soft lips still against your jaw, the two of you moaned loud. You were so relieved to be in a place that was quite literally bumping with music. 

He then backed away and took initiative. He unbuckled his pants and you made quick work of removing your panties. And when your bodies came back together, his dick was somehow still covered. 

You backed away, turning your eyebrows in as you saw his American Eagle boxer briefs that were stretched to hold his swollen dick. 

“Take off your fucking boxers,” you spouted, going to do it yourself despite your instructions. 

He pushed your hands away, his expression matching your own. “I have my own priorities.” 

And before you could snap back, he was getting down on his knees, still covered by his jeans to position his face at your leaking entrance. He grabbed your ass and pulled it closer to him. His breath felt hot against your wet and waiting folds. 

He then took the time to do the same thing he’d done when you started making out, and he gave your pink pussy the same lengthy gaze he’d given your eyes. 

It should have made you angry that he wasn’t starting on you yet, or just doing what you wanted first. 

But, instead, it made you have to bite your lip to hold back your whimper. The way he stared at your most private area was nothing short of intimate—romantic, even. 

Then, he peered up at you, this softness in his Amber-brown eyes as he did so, drinking you in. 

You felt yourself release more wetness as you observed him. His eyes were so open, so willing. When you sent him a small, sweet smile, he returned it, making your stomach erupt with a sort of secret intimacy. 

Once you’d had that quiet moment, he took that as a cue to begin. 

His perfect tongue licked from the end of your pussy, nearest your ass, up to the clit. And when he got to your bundle of nerves, it twitched in anticipation for his attention. He let his tongue swirl around it a few times, then nudged at the bottom of it with the very tip of his tongue, over and over. 

“Fuck,” you whined. You needed something to hold onto, so you grabbed his hair, pushing him closer into you. He hummed against you. You felt more wetness come from you, but he didn’t let it stay for long as he must’ve felt it against his chin and went to savor it with his waiting tongue. 

He continued on, and you let loose. You rocked your hips up to meet his tongue, every time he found your clit with it. Your body was vibrating with pleasure, as you felt the intense release coming so quickly. Your bud throbbed with need and he was so in tune, he wrapped his lips around it, sucking delicately while still letting the point of his tongue tease against it. You felt it coming as he did this, your impending orgasm just there— your clit throbbed with little jolts of need. 

You were close.

You fucked your pussy into his face—hard, his tongue finding your clit as it spasmed against him. You felt every nerve ending in your body set fire as you came, tensing, his mouth quickly moving to catch your wet release.

You came down from it slowly while he continued to lap at you, and you kept running your fingers through his hair, encouraging him to keep going as you felt more of your orgasm release onto his tongue. 

You looked down at him, realizing you hadn’t let yourself do that the entire time. And suddenly you knew you had to see it happen, just once. Because the sight of it right now, him catching every last bit of you, was enough to make you nearly faint. His eyebrows were concentrated just as they had been when he played his guitar so intricately. Maybe you’d need to let this happen again. 

You snapped out of your daze when you realized what you needed most in that moment, you still hadn’t gotten. You tapped Jake’s shoulder, and pushed yourself up into a more upright sitting position. 

He peered up at you, moving up from his position, his underwear tented even more than before. 

You reached your arms out, and wrapped them around his shoulders to bring him into you. You needed to feel him against you, inside of you. 

“I need you,” you breathed out, meeting his lips with yours as soon as you could. Having him here, so near to you, with the taste of you on his tongue—it all had you sighing into his warm mouth. 

He pulled away once more, and before you could get too disappointed, you opened your eyes to see he was stripping himself of his American Eagle printed boxer briefs. 

You would have giggled if the moment wasn’t taken over completely by you finally seeing his thick, tanned shaft for the first time. It bobbed in front of him, his precum leaking  from the tip. 

Your mouth was watering at the sight of him. 

You suddenly wished you weren’t in a cramped bathroom for your first—no, only—time having sex with him. You wanted to see all of him right now. His toned chest, his bare stomach—all of him, all at once. 

He tilted your chin up, so you could meet his eyes. You knew your eyes looked slightly sad. You couldn’t help feeling let down at the prospect of fucking him in a bathroom. For some reason, it seemed so wrong to do it like this. 

His expression was downcast. His eyebrows were turned in as he searched your face for more. “Y/n. . .,” he moved his hand from your chin to cup your cheek. “We don’t have to do this.”

You closed your eyes and shook your head. You weren’t sure how to say what you were thinking without it sounding like you viewed this as any more than it was—just sex. 

Yes, y/n, you reminded yourself. It is just fucking sex.

When you opened your eyes, you schooled your features and just let yourself live in the moment. “It’s nothing,” you reassured, both in response to your reaction and to remind yourself what this was. Nothing. It didn’t matter where you were, how not completely naked he was . . . “I want this, Jake. I promise.”

“We’re not going to do this if—.”

You shushed him gently, and put a finger to his lips. They were so velvety soft. All you wanted to do was kiss them again. So, you moved to put your arms around his shoulders once more. Feeling the head of his cock nudge between your folds, you bit back a moan. You were suddenly lightheaded, body buzzing with its want for him.

“Fuck, Jake,” you sighed, seeing his own eyes burning with wanton need. You smoothed your thumb over his cheek, leaning in to—.

“Y/n?!” You jumped when you heard Josh, his fist knocking heavily on the sturdy black door. “Sam said you choked, and I wanted to make sure you were okay!”

You hurriedly leapt off the sink, almost falling on your heels if Jake hadn’t reached out to help to steady you. 

“I’m-I’m okay, Joshy,” you responded in a much-too-cheerful tone, pulling your underwear up your legs, and your skirt over your ass. Jake started pulling his clothes up as you did. You were sad that this was coming to such an abrupt halt. “I was just taking a breather from all of the chaos!”

It was probably wrong to play on your anxiety, but you couldn’t think of any other excuse. And it wasn’t totally a lie. Your brain had been Jake-induced chaos when you’d started choking on your Mojito. 

“I’ll see you when you’re done,” he shouted, trying to fight the music for dominance. “But I gotta go find Jake, too. He said he was going to the bathroom, and now we can’t find him anywhere.”

You glared at the missing twin who was standing right in front of you. He was looking at you with a strange expression as you talked to Josh. He rolled his eyes at your look. 

You turned to comb through your fingers through your hair in the mirror. You caught sight of Jake, his face telling you just how much his disappointment matched your own at this being cut short. Although, there was something else lurking behind his eyes that you couldn’t quite put your finger on. Your eyebrows dipped, studying him.

Still holding his gaze in the mirror, your heart beating so erratically, you responded, “I’ll help you, just give me a sec!”

He shouted back an ‘okay!’, and presumably went to continue looking for Jake. You took your eyes away from Jake in the mirror and turned on your heel, swallowing hard to face him. Your mind was going haywire with thoughts of your oblivious best friend and your smoking hot roommate who was looking extremely dispirited. 

The only thing that could come to you to say was, “I don’t want Josh to know.”

Jake scoffed at that and rubbed his forehead. He finished buckling his belt and ran a hand through his chestnut locks. “Fucking figures,” he responded harshly. 

“It’s not—,” you rubbed your forehead and groaned. You remembered his assumption about you and Josh, long ago when you’d established the rules. That wasn’t it at all. But how could you even begin to explain your thought process? You didn’t want to venture into that with him. Especially right now. You countered him with a pleading look. “I don’t want anyone to know, Jake,” you reasoned, adjusting your boobs in your shirt. 

He watched you do this, only momentarily, before his eyes hazed over with hurt. He pursed his lips, icily replying, “Of course you don’t.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” 

“You wouldn’t ever want—no, you know what? Just go out there,” he brushed another hand through his hair. You watched every movement wistfully, wishing you could go back to having your hands tangled in the waves. “I’ll miraculously appear in a few minutes. Just go.”

You wanted to clarify it for him. Make sure he knew your heart in all of this. But you didn’t even understand where you were. You wanted a good fuck, yes, but why did you want it so badly from Jake? Was it only because he was sexy as hell? Or was there something lying underneath the surface that you were scared to address? No, surely not. You suppressed all of this for the time being, watching your heels as you went to the door. 

Once more, before leaving the small room, you chanced one more look in his direction. He was still so close to you it was making your head buzz and your heart pound, thinking of everything that had just transpired—everything that almost had. But his features were set, his mouth in a firm line and his eyes stony. 

You sighed, wanting to say so much, but not even knowing what you could say. You didn’t know what this was. You just knew you didn’t want this to be the last time. You still wanted this with him. The feelings you’d had, how close you’d been to him. It was so fucking amazing, and you got to see a soft, hidden version of him that you wanted to witness over and over again. You didn’t want to give up on the idea, but you didn’t know where in the hell his head was. 

You huffed and exited the bathroom, ignoring the pounding in your chest that was telling you to go back in and somehow fix the situation. You only hoped it could somehow weave itself out. 

-🌼🌼🌼-

For the rest of June, you couldn’t keep your eyes off of him. 

Everything he did, you watched. He was just as pretty as he’d been before your stint in the bathroom—even more so after seeing him the way you had, being with him like that. 

Although, at that point, it wasn’t going any further than simply looking at him. Due to him being distant, once again, you were stuck with only getting a glance at him every now and again. Admittedly, it was ridiculous.

You didn’t know how to act around him. It was almost like you were back at square one—him being aloof and you not knowing what to do about it. You didn’t know what to say, so you’d tried putting New Girl on a few times when he was home to try and entice him to sit with you. At the very least, you just wanted to be near him like you’d been before. 

But he never came to sit with you. He’d stay in his bedroom. And if he had to come out for anything, all he’d offer was a little nod as he passed through. It was obvious he didn’t want anything to do with you. 

Had you hurt his feelings? It hadn’t been that serious. Right? How could it have made him so upset? 

Was it the opposite? Had he decided it was a giant mistake and this was how he was handling it? From the way he’d been with you that night, it seemed like that wasn’t very possible. . .but you wouldn't put it past him. If you were being honest, being with him seemed almost too good to be true. 

But, either way, whatever he was feeling, he was acting real mature about it.

So, when you’d go to watch the many other shows they’d been booked for in June, you stood near the back to watch and didn’t stick around afterwards to say hi. You’d text Josh that they’d done a great job (because every time, they seemed to wow you more and more than before). But, you didn’t want to force Jake to interact with you if that wasn’t what he wanted. 

But he was so goddamn electrifying when he’d perform, he never failed to undo you from his spot on the stage. And after every show, you’d go home and try your hardest to take care of it. But it never came close to how his mouth fulfilled you. 

By the end of the month, you had become more irritated with him than anything. Why did he have to handle the situation like a damn child? If it was disappointment he was feeling, it wasn’t like you hadn’t been extremely disappointed as well. But the difference was, you weren’t going to sap around and treat him like he barely existed. 

Though, despite him ignoring you, he was still all you wanted. You craved being with him. 

You were stuck on your desire to try and pursue it. You still wanted to fulfill the unadulterated lust that presented itself anytime you laid eyes on him. Your body would flare up with hot flames anytime you would think of the night at Baby’s All Right, see him on stage, or when his dark eyes would connect with yours at home. 

But you weren’t even close to touching on that with him if he wasn’t going to try to talk to you in any other circumstance. You’d wait until the next time he came to you with something. You weren’t going to poke and prod at him—you would let him come to you first. 

Because God forbid you piss Jake Kiszka off any fucking more than you apparently already had.

Jesus. 

-🌼🌼🌼-

July began with you starting a four week summer class on campus. Since you’d been struggling to care for writing as much as you once had, Elsie had advised you to take a writing course so you could work on relocating your passion for the craft.

And God already knew you could use something to distract you from your nonstop thoughts of your roommate.

When you’d shown up on the first day of class, you’d actually noticed a guy you’d dated your sophomore year of high school, Theodore. 

He’d moved away at the end of that year, so you had never been able to take it any further than a little teenage romance. He’d been a part of a lot of your firsts, including your first time. 

So, when you saw him, you were flooded with all sorts of memories and how close you’d felt to him once, a long time ago. Seeing him felt like taking a time machine to a carefree time in your past. And maybe feeling like a girl with no cares in the world—maybe that was what you needed to find your passion for writing again. 

Theo had always loved the art of writing with you. And thinking back on it, the other people in your life had quite loved how he could calm you when you could become too much. Save for Elsie. She’d despised that about him, claiming you needed to be able to fully be yourself with a partner. 

She had been happy when he’d moved away for that reason. She had been insistent that you’d blossomed into your own when he’d left.

But maybe having him back in your life would be just what you needed. Get your mind off Jake, and back where it belonged. 

He didn’t notice you until you were packing up after class, and he came over to you. 

You were just slinging your backpack over your shoulder when he approached.

“Y/n?” He asked, seeming excited to see you again. 

And you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t really awesome to see him as well. You winked at him. “I noticed you when I walked in. I was wondering if you’d eventually see me,” you grinned.

The biggest smile spread across his pale cheeks. Though, it didn’t do the same thing that Jake’s smile would do to you. It did feel nice for a guy to seem happy to see you, though. 

“Why didn’t you come sit with me?!” He leaned an arm on the professor’s podium. “I was back there all by myself,” he threw a thumb at the back of the room. 

You giggled. “I didn’t know if you’d recognize me.”

“I could never forget those big beautiful eyes,” his own eyes squinted with a smile. You knew you were blushing. He was still so sweet. He had the same boyish charm you’d fallen for as a girl.

You stepped out from behind your table, straightening your shoulders. You wrapped your backpack around them, and weren’t even thinking of your roommate when you asked him what you did next. 

“Why don’t we get together sometime? Maybe study, help each other out with the class?” 

He seemed genuinely surprised you’d ask. “I don’t think you need my help, you genius girl, but I’d love to see you outside of here.”

And again, he had you blushing. What was the harm in having an extra friend around?

-🌼🌼🌼-

After you left campus, you headed to the coffee shop where you were meeting Josh to catch up. It had been a while, with the band taking up so much of his time.

You were a little late getting there after standing to talk with Theo after class. But you knew it was fine as Josh was notoriously late. 

When you arrived, you ordered your drink and waited at a table in the back for your friend. 

And almost as soon as you got comfortable, your head snapped up at the sound of a child laughing. It always caught your attention, as you relished in seeing a child’s joy. You didn’t get the chance to feel such happiness as a kid, so you enjoyed seeing it in other children. 

But this time, when you looked up at the sound, the little girl connected eyes with you. Her eyes were still bright with her giggles, and you smiled back with a wave. The tall woman with her appeared to be her mother, who was also grinning wide at her child’s amusement. She was shaking her head, besotted by her child. 

Your heart clenched at the sight and sound, and you couldn’t put your finger on the exact emotion you were feeling. Watching this seemed to flip a switch in your brain that had grown dust over time due to being disregarded.

You turned away, letting the pair have their serene moment. You looked down at your chipped black nails, messing with them as you let your thoughts roam to your own mother. You hated thinking of her, and nothing ever really made you. Not even seeing a mom happy with her kid, but this time felt different. 

You hadn’t really taken time to ruminate on any thoughts of your mom after talking to Elsie about your childhood the other day. But you felt yourself going down that path now. Talking to your sister had brought up a lot of lost feelings. 

Were you only feeling jealous of the child? Was that the feeling that had pinched your heart? Since the absence of your mother was like a scabbed over wound, now broken fresh in your mind? 

You peeked over at the mother-daughter duo once more, and you realized it wasn’t necessarily jealousy. It was a deep seeded longing.

Your youth had been cut short by your mom leaving. You felt as though you’d lost so many essential pieces of you when she’d abandoned you. You wished you could find some way to experience that feeling of love that had been so lacking. 

You decided to put it out of your mind for the time being when you saw Josh enter the establishment, who seemed just as enamored, grinning and dancing with the vivacious child.  

Then, he caught your eye and you shared a sad look. His face seemed to say ‘I know.’ And for some reason, all you wanted was for Jake to be the one sharing this heart-rending moment with you, rather than his brother.

Strange. 

-🌼🌼🌼-

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hello!! hyd?

so it's a little weird but I was wondering which wrestlers would prefer a soft s/o and which would be drawn to a baddie (like a mtl). I like the elite (mainly Kenny) and Eddie Kingston, but any wrestler will be just fine! (no pressure tho hehe)

love your writing, it's so well thought and put together! thank you for sharing with us! 💖 have a good one~

1st....IM DOING GREAT NOW THAT YOU ASKED and 2nd THANK YOU FOR SUPPORTING ME AS I APPRECIATE THE KIND WORDS

AEW Stars: MTL to Date A Baddie or Softie (with explanations + diagram)

Pairings: Eddie Kingston x Reader, Ricky Starks x Reader, Hook x Reader, Darius Martin x Reader, Dante Martin x Reader, Daniel Garcia x Reader, Adam Page x Reader, Kenny Omega x Reader, Wardlow x Reader

Word Count: 684

Supreme Speaks: for some reason my shit hasnt been uploading this entire week so hopefully this uploads...thank to anon for this request and the kind words (i hope you are doing well and sorry for being late)...this was really fun to do so if you have any requests like this, send em in...i hope you are doing well and please remember you are loved and appreciated

Warnings: not accurate (i constantly had to change the order), grammarly not working so this is barely proofread, a lot of pictures, GIFS ARENT MINE

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Baddies

Ricky Starks

Hook

Daniel Garcia

Eddie Kingston

Top Flight (Darius and Dante Martin)

Kenny Omega

Wardlow

Adam Page

Softies

Ricky Starks

This MAN would be enamored with a woman who is bold. I’m talking about bold personality, bold makeup, bold outfits, etc. This man steps out all the time with bold outfits and pics (have you seen his ass? Literally, have you seen his ass?) He would need a partner who can match his style, just simply for aesthetic reasons. For personality, again I would see him being attracted to someone who is fierce and who goes head to head in a battle of words (or flirty banter).

Hook

Do I need to explain? (We all saw the man at a strip club) I think because of the fact he is quiet (intimidating-ly quiet), he would love someone who speaks their mind more frequently than him. She would need to have the baddie mentality; for appearance, I’m sure he wouldn’t care, but I think he would lean towards baddie style/appearance. But I think that only because he would like for her to have the same style (like streetwear) as him.

Daniel Garcia

HAVE YALL SEEN THE MAN IN ISIAH’S VLOGS?? MANS BE GOING CRAZY. He would easily be attracted to someone with the Baddie aesthetic (crop tops, tight jeans, etc.). I think, like Ricky, something about a woman being very fierce and outgoing would just turn him on. I would also think they would need to go out as much as he does (to clubs and social gatherings) cause those are some of the things he considers to be fun. I would also think he would try to match outfits with you kind of like Ricky.

Eddie Kingston

This is one is a no-brainer (in my mind). I believe that Eddie is that person who wants his partner to have a “Baddie” mentality (independent, tough yet caring, comfortable with their skin, unapologetically themselves, and has a range of humor). Like he would have no problem with you being a “softie,” but I feel like he would bond better with someone who has a similar mindset as him. Bottom line, he just wants you to be comfortable.

Darius Martin/Dante Martin (Top Flight)

To me, they are the true neutrals for this request (please look at my diagram for a visual representation). I think they genuinely would not care about personality or appearances, their significant other’s comfort would be their primary concern/worry. But I see them being attracted to sweethearts because they are sweethearts (especially my man Darius). But again, I truly think they would be drawn to anybody (as long as the vibes are there mannnnn).

Kenny Omega

Two words; Kota Ibushi (That’s Kenny’s soulmate and I will not take any criticisms). That man looks so cute, yet has a killer mentality (and I think that is what Kota embodies) but also Kota is a big sweetheart. So to be honest, I see Kenny being a neutral person but with more favoritism on the softie side. Also, the man is a softie himself; Kenny is very kind and sweet.

Wardlow

THAT MAN IS TOO DAMN TALL- Hear me out, the man has a corruption kink (or omegaverse as he has compared himself to wolves….ARGUE WITH YOUR MOMMA). I genuinely see Wardlow being attracted to a person who is a sweetheart so that way he can experience a very nurturing and caring person. I think he is one of those people where it’s like opposites attract. Now, for appearance idk, it can go either way; he would just want the person to definitely be a soft person.

Adam Page

THIS MAN IS A SOUTHERN SWEETHEART, ALL THE WAY DOWN THE COWBOY BOOTS! I think he would definitely be attracted to a Southern belle. Adam would love to have a softie significant other because of the sheer aesthetic and he needs some genuine pure love and care (for all the shit he has been through). I would see him looking at his significant other as if they’re his escape from everything and just adore the shit outta them. (Pls protect this man)

#aew #all elite wrestling #aew imagine #aew headcanon #aew memes #aew mtl #daniel garcia #daniel garcia fic #daniel garcia x reader #eddie kingston #eddie kingston meme #eddie kingston imagine #wardlow #aew wardlow #wardaddy #wardlow imagine #ricky starks #ricky starks imagine #ricky starks x reader #aew hook #aew hook imagine #aew hook x reader #adam page #hangman adam page #adam page imagine #aew darius martin #darius martin x reader #darius martin imagine #dante martin #dante martin imagine

[hedwig123]

Ranking The Quarry Counselor Outfits By Late-August Practicality

OK, so. This has been bugging me. I blame SMG's British-ness for this, but so many of the counselors' outfits are just... ridiculous for late August.

(Apparently the weather in the area- West Kill, NY- that day was a high of 75, a low of 68, and humidity was 100 FUCKING PERCENT. So. My concerns are not unfounded.)

So now I'm going to rank all the character outfits by how likely I think it is that normal human people would put them on during the latter half of August, tyyyyyyyy

Excluding Max & Laura because the only time they got to pick their own outfits was June- which, still not great, but. I'll let it slide. Also excluding Emma's overalls, because again, she didn't pick them.

So of the other 21 AUGUST outfits:

21. Nick's 80s Outfit

Dead fucking last is the letterman jacket. Aesthetically it looks cool, and I want to give it bonus points for being a Matt Taylor reference, but I can't. That's a coat. A coat, SMG.

20. Jacob's Modern Outfit

First can I just say how weird it is that Jacob doesn't have a single 360 look uploaded? In ANY of his outfits???

Anyway. This was going to be a little higher because I thought he was wearing a sweatshirt, but looking at it in the close-up that is a fucking sweater. NO!!!!!

19. Nick's 50s Outfit

That is just a full-on nearly-cable-knit sweater. The only reason it ranks above Jacob is that it's at least not visibly layered. But still.

18. Abi's 50s Outfit

Listen, I love that they made Blygbank into Velma & Daphne as much as the next person, but Abi's still wearing a turtleneck in August. They couldn't at least shorten the sleeves? Or pair it with shorts?

17. Emma's Modern Outfit

OK, so I love this outfit out of context. But. Even as a crop-top. It is a turtleneck sweater. With jeans, no less! Jeans, no less!

16. Kaitlyn's Modern Outfit

Why the layers. Why. It's cute, sure, but August.

15. Dylan's 80s Outfit

I'm told this is a rugby shirt, which people do play some sports in. So it's almost passable. But the slacks... the sleeves... the shoes...

14. Ryan's Modern Outfit

Again, almost passable. The shirts look thin, even if there's two of them. But the two shirts combined with the skinny jeans & shoes would just... suffocate him :(

13. Abi's 80s Outfit

This outfit is awesome, but not pictured here are the COMBAT BOOTS SHE'S WEARING ON HER FEET.

No.

12. Dylan's 50s Outfit

OK, listen.

Listen.

I love this outfit. You love this outfit. That shirt was made for him.

But the pants!!!

11. Jacob's 50s Outfit

T-shirt good. Pants BAD.

10. Ryan's 50s Outfit

Same as Jacob's 50s outfit, the shirt is fine. The WOOL PANTS are a no.

9. Ryan's 80s Outfit

This one is almost acceptable. Despite the dark colors, the material looks light. The shoes are OK (not great, but OK). The t-shirt is perfect!

But the vest. The vest. Does he look good in it? Of course. But NOBODY ADDS LAYERS IN AUGUST!

8. Emma's 80s Outfit

We have reached the Acceptable Eight.

I love this outfit. Really the only things putting it at the bottom of the top 8 are the lipstick and the socks, which like... who cares? But these things have to be considered for the ranking.

7. Nick's Modern Outfit

There's nothing wrong with this outfit. The only thing putting it at 7 is the sleeve length, but. It's fine. It's acceptable.

Leagues better than his other 2 outfits.

6. Emma's 50s Outfit

This outfit is great. The shoes are light. The pants are open on the side. The shirt is cropped and tied off!

Only thing edging it out of the Top 5 is the scarf. It's cute, I love Daphne!Emma with my whole heart, but it would get hot.

5. Kaitlyn's 80s Outfit

5th through 2nd place was a toss-up. They're all perfectly appropriate August attire.

This one's great. The jeans are light wash and ripped at the knees. The polo is perfect. The only thing that might give me pause are the converse but honestly??? They're fine too.

4. Abi's Modern Outfit

This outfit's great too! The only counselor outfit with shorts besides #1. The tights don't bother me, they look very light and breathable. 10/10 good job modern Abi!!! (Give 50s Abi some tips she's gonna die of heatstroke)

3. Dylan's Modern Outfit

Another great choice. Light t-shirt, skinny jeans that aren't too tight, and vans. ✨10/10 great job Dylan✨

2. Kaitlyn's 50s Outfit

THOSE ARE OPEN-TOE SHOES I REPEAT THEY ARE OPEN-TOE SHOES THIS IS NOT A DRILL

ONE FUCKING CHARACTER GOT SHOES THAT OPEN AT THE DAMN TOES

I don't even care that it's just a peep toe, I'm fucking counting it

Jacob's 80s Outfit

Was there ever any doubt?

Honorable mention goes to:

Nakey Jakey. Honorable mention only because he didn't reeeeeeally pick it as an OUTFIT outfit.

But still.

#the quarry #2-5 are genuine toss-ups I cannot stress this enough #jacob custos #nick furcillo #abigail blyg #ryan erzahler #dylan lenivy #emma mountebank #kaitlyn ka

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Sweat and Savory (y/n x Ryujin)

  Y\n has always been one of those gym rats that finds the gym a better home than their own houses. Working out is like a drug to him, but there’s always more than one reason he frequents this one gym that adds like preworkout to his energy to come here for more. “Here she comes, right on time~” Y/n smirked as he checks the clock on the wall then the gym door opening, his target was already here, at 2pm, like she always does. She was already in her sweatpants and dark crop top, probably trying to blend in and not be too obvious, but Y/n’s eyes are sharp enough to know she’s no ordinary woman to look away. Ever since the first time he stepped foot into this gym, the only thing he liked about the place is the short-haired brunette beauty that frequents the place. Her thick thighs jiggling as she walks on the treadmill, her plump ass lowering every time she does squat never fails to make Y/n hard. He always wanted to approach her but never got the chance. So, if there’s any, this is it.

  Target acquired, on the treadmill, as she always does. Y/n could basically read her mind and know her exact first two favourite sets, the treadmill and then squats. “Hey there! Doing the usual huh, Yui was it?” Y/n opened the conversation, initiating his plan. “Yui? It’s Ryujin actually. And yeah, this is my usual set, how’d you know?” Ryujin lifts an eyebrow, clearly slightly confused, how does a stranger know her usual routine in the gym? “Oh. I just come here a lot and saw you did the same shit every time. Wild guess” Y/n shrugged it off as his eyes scanned up and down. Wow. That was all his mind could process. It’s his first time getting this close to Ryujin and god she’s more attractive up close. The bare face, the slight dents on her biceps as proof of her gains, and most importantly, the tight sweatpants hugging her thick legs, begging to be set free from how tight it looks. Y/n took the opportunity and joined Ryujin on the treadmill next to her. The fact it’s only the two of them just are there made it more of an opportunity for Y/n to bag such a baddie. “I’m Y/n by the way.” He introduced himself, jogging on a slower pace so he’s a bit behind Ryujin, giving him a view of the treasure he’s after, the juicy bottom he’s been eyeing for months. It also can’t be brushed from Y/n’s mind that Ryujin’s sweating body really turned him on, adding to the already erotic thoughts in Y/n’s mind.

 After quite some running, they both decided to call it quits and move on to the squats. “Hey Y/n, you look pretty big. Why not give it a try?” she pointed at the barbell that she uses for squats. “Really? This? Piece of cake” Y/n smirked, even adding some extra plates on the barbell to make it a challenge, one where Ryujin never lifted. Y/n cleared his mind, trying to get rid of the enlarging boner beneath his crotch, begging to pierce through from the sight of Ryujin.  He focused himself as he placed the barbell behind his neck, each hand holding the ends of the metallic bar as he starts moving up and down, squatting with the barbell adding weight to him with ease. Ryujin tried helping as a spot, but it was clear that he didn’t need it. Before she knew it 1,2,3,4, all the way to 10 reps were done without fail. “Your turn.” Y/n smirks as he slams the weights to the floor, the weight plates clanging against each other as they hit the floor. Ryujin took her time to clear her mind, the pressure reaching her as a man that strong is watching her squat weights she’s never done before. Clank. The weights are on her shoulders as she lowers herself. “C-can you spot me?” Ryujin asked as her legs shivered as she gets up to finish rep 1, but for Y/n this was just all his plan falling one by one like dominos. Y/n put his body close to Ryujin’s behind, feeling her soft yet slightly muscular bit by bit.

  Ryujin started lifting the weights on her shoulders for the second rep, but with Y/n holding her hips as support. Ngghhh this feels so weird, she thought as she did the next few reps. Rep number 5, as Ryujin started lifting herself up and forcing her legs to work, Y/n took the opportunity, his face inching closer to Ryujin’s body, sniffing her sweating scent, alarming Ryujin which made her let go of the heavy weights which Y/n managed to hold it so they don’t just fall and break their feet. Ryujin was winding down, her lips gaping as she begs for air from being tired, but this just makes Y/n more excited to take advantage of the poor brunette. “Getting tired huh?” he smiled sinisterly as he easily picked up his workout buddy and pinned her against the wall. The lack of air that Ryujin is experiencing adds up as Y/n occupies her mouth, his tongue invading her mouth which blocks Ryujin’s ability to scream and shout, not that she had the energy to. “You have no idea how long I wanted you, Ryujin.” Y/n gave a smile of victory, finally he got the taste of the sexy woman he eyed since the day one in the gym. His hands groped her soft plumpy ass as Ryujin could only move left and right, struggling but the heat of the gym and erotic scent of the sweat from both bodies fusing just overwhelm her, as if a sharp needle is piercing through her mind to force her submission.

  “Oh my god….Y/n…” Ryujin’s voice soft breathy voice turns into gentle moans as her arms wrapped around Y/n’s body. To Y/n this is as good as mission accomplished, the having the baddie of her dreams wrapped all over him as he freely gropes and feels her slightly damp body, covered by sweat and heavy breathing. All was going according to plan until Y/n could hear footsteps getting close to the gym. “Oh shit!” he exclaimed as he dropped the barely languid Ryujin to the floor before leading her to the locker room and locking the door behind them. “Alright Ryujin, I’ve been waiting too long for this.” He paused as he dropped his shorts down, revealing his musky erection from all that work out and staring at Ryujin’s bottoms. “haaaa…Y/n” Ryujin was already in entrance as the scent empties her mind, only thing left is lust and Y/n already gave her a solution to that problem in front of her own two beautiful eyes. It didn’t take long before Ryujin’s soft lips enveloped Y/n’s cock, sucking his member as she moaned out her uncontrollable lust away. “That’s it~ good girl” Y/n rested his hand on Ryujin’s scalp, pulling her hair to the back so she there won’t be any disturbance. Ryujin invited his cock into her cavity, feeling her mouth wrapping him tight made Y/n crave for more. “Fuuuuck Ryujin you gotta do more than that, I waited so long for this moment.” He held her face as Y/n started thrusting inside her mouth, Y/n’s tip forcing into her throat. Her mouth started gagging and saliva started running down her chin from taking the large musky cock in her throat. “Be quiet. You don’t want us caught do you?” Y/n gave a chuckling threat before letting her go for a breather. “Fuck you” Ryujin replied breathily, she could’ve passed out from the lack of oxygen; she literally was lifting weights before getting throat fucked after all. Y/n only gave a smirk as he yanked her hair, so Ryujin is facing him. “No Ryujin. I’ll be fucking you.”

 Ryujin was placed against the locker room’s door, her hands holding on the doorknob while Y/n stood behind her. As Y/n took a few second to enjoy her juicy legs covered by her tight sweatpants, he tore a hole that reveals her bare pussy and asshole, clearly, she came here with no panties. “HEY! You could’ve just pulled them down Y/n” she said, raising her voice before covering her mouth, remembering there’s people outside working out and she can be caught at any second. “Shut up, slut. Daddy needs to claim his prize.” And with that a hard deep thrust was made, Y/n penetrating Ryujin’s hole, but not the usual one people would go for. Y/n was aiming at the brunette’s tight pinkish butthole, penetrating it after so long. “Fuuuck I’ve been waiting for so long.” Y/n grunted as he thrusted in and out of Ryujin’s wrong hole, the sweat on each other’s body made the smacking sounds whenever their skins touch more erotic and lewder. Ryujin covered her mouth, trying so hard to make sure she doesn’t alarm anyone but Y/n’s increasing thrust pace made her slip up and let out a few loud moans. “aah~ ooh~ Y/n…slow down pleaseee” she pleaded, which only fed Y/n’s lust to goo faster as she pulled her towards him, his face positioning to Ryujin’s back to get a good sniff of her sweaty body while one hand covers Ryujin’s mouth, making sure she doesn’t cause any commotion. Y/n kept his face paced pounding short, making sure his cock gets enough pleasure from her insides. “Nghhh ahh~ you’re so fucking tight Ryujin” his hips kept buckling, moving back and forth inside Ryujin’s tight hole. To Y/n, that was heaven, the strong scent of sweat with the heat from their bodies to the tightness that Ryujin’s ass gripped him, it was a dream come true he couldn’t hold it any longer. Ryujin’s moans under his hands were icing to the cake as he let her go, holding her hips as he started pounding as fast as he could.

  “God y/n I’m so close!” At this rate Ryujin could’nt hold herself too. A cock as big as Y/n’s couldn’t make her wait any longer, she needs to cum. She begged for Y/n to pull out in which Y/n replied with a nod. His thrusts went harder and made a loud clapping sound that couldn’t be ignored by the people in the gym that heard it, Ryujin moaning as the locker room was filled with erotic moans from the both of them. “Fuuuck I’m gonna cum” Ryujin moaned out, nearly screaming it but luckily Y/n managed to cover her mouth. Ryujin screamed under his hands as she reached her climax, her eyes crossed and barely opening from the pleasure, her legs shivering from the ecstasy of sex running through her mind. Y/n managed to hold it a second later as he pulled out and came on Ryujin’s torn sweatpants, covering her with his thick white semen. Y/n took a moment to stroke his member, letting out the excess cum from his cock while panting. “Your job ain’t done yet slut.” Y/n whispered into Ryujin’s ear, she could her him taking a deep sniff of her before Y/n forced her back on her knees, where Ryujin obediently opened wide to clean his dick, with a leftover taste of her ass since he just fucked her anal just now. “This isn’t the last time we’re doing this, okay? Come back again next week so I can use you as my new work out regime.” Y/n added, demanding the short haired girl he brushed her hair gently. Ryujin took a while to respond, her mouth fixated to his cock to clean it properly. When she did respond, the only words that came out were: Yes daddy.

(1958 words)

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[ntls-24722]

Sindeer with her makeup done and after she's had a good bath!

Small thing, but debu don't have two toned lips anymore, because they would serve no purpose

The reason for 2 toned lips is to make your facial expressions more visible since the bottom, lighter lip is also the one that moves around the most when you talk, so making it stand out makes your words and expressions stand out - awful comparison, but it's the same reason why clowns have their bottom lip colored red. But Debu don't use their lips much - unless they're flipping their lips inside out to make their mouth-glow appear larger (and therefore, them, when they're in the dark). So, much like the Superb Bird of paradise, whose feathers actually evolved to absorb almost as much light as vantablack just to make their blue look more vibrant, their lips are just completely dark to make their white glow stand out even more.

Also, because of the locality of the mud, i made some hypothetical Debu makeup styles!

The hump and the neck are the best sites for makeup, so they're often left without mud to make it easier to add paints. The neck is wrinkly and holds in paint really well and the hump is smooth and is an equally good canvas

I don't have much lore for each other than where their colors come from - the coastal's white hue comes from ash, clay, and the white sand alongside the blue from crushed freaky "crabs," Badlands are using only the essentials of charcoal and ash, and the Valley Debu (where lepit, sindeer, and rinkalla are from) usually just use the reddish mud and ochre to color themselves.

However, the serendipolis Debu have some interesting stuff going on. They're very light colored because the good mud by riverbanks and lakes are taken up by crops from the other 2 sophonts, so they actually use plant oils and dust for sunscreen. Their facepaint is also from trade - The Zebraelves have been making the most vibrant dyes for the longest out of the 3 sophonts and now that they're together, they get to use the elusive yellows (and greens) that are not so common.

But the coolest is the paint on their mouths and behinds - it's glow in the dark! Their mouths emit ultraviolet light and the paint (derived from an insect) will glow under it once they flip the inside of their lips out.

#ntls-24722 #djmm #dj music man #fnaf au #speculative biology #worldbuilding #homo mousike #the glow in the dark paint is also seen on their ass because of Serendipolis Hoes #it's like one of those “↑two seater↓” shirts. just kinda unsubtly going “lick here”

[cambrioleur]

In the interest of making this blog a bit more intelligent and less of a collection of dumb memes, here's an actual "hot take" that I have...

Ben is likable but he's also jaw-droppingly underdeveloped in the official canon of the show. Basically he's what TV Tropes terms a Satellite Character, in that he's almost always shown in the context of his interactions with other characters, with these scenes being from their viewpoint and not his. He never gets a real arc or storyline of his own: Claire and Guédira are consistently the central POV figures of the assorted B and C plots, while Ben appears in the A plots but in an exclusively supporting role.

The show actually DOES have opportunities to expand on his character a bit more but for whatever reason it never takes advantage of them. You'd think that Ben getting sold out by Assane and tossed in prison would have been a perfect candidate for this, but he appears in like three scenes in the last few episodes of Part 3, with these once again being mainly from the perspectives of Guédira, Claire, and Assane (not to mention that the audience still doesn't know exactly how he sustained all those injuries).

An additional issue is that so far, Ben hasn't had any meaningful conflict in his relationship with Assane, which seems unrealistic given what an utter mess Assane is a lot of the time. Claire has the obvious conflict of desperately wanting to believe in Assane but being let down by him over and over again, and also having to deal with how his antics are negatively affecting their son. Guédira is an Assane Diop stan while also being a police officer who's supposed to be trying to jail him, which is a comedic conflict but it's a conflict nonetheless. We never get any of that with Assane and Ben; their friendship is fun but it's weirdly smooth-sailing. We don't know if they can survive the kind of turmoil that arises between Assane and Claire on a regular basis, because up until Ben gets thrown to the wolves at the gala, he's never been on the receiving end of Assane's dishonesty and erratic behavior. (This is why I actually think that the betrayal was a good narrative choice.)

So Ben's characterization is that he's the technically-competent friend who's also a loyal, solid dude...and that's it. We don't really know who he is in the same way that we know who Assane, Claire, and Guédira are. And the result is that the fans can project pretty much whatever they want onto him. If they want to say he's in love with Assane, fine, because there's nothing canonical that obviously confirms or refutes it. (In contrast I think it's fair to say that any notion of Assane reciprocating these potential affections is 100% fanon; the showrunners clearly view him as someone who can charm anyone he wants to while also being completely heterosexual, although one could argue that they're attempting to have their cake and eat it too.) The same is true if they want to say that Ben is in love with Claire, which is a theory that I've seen crop up a few times. My own opinion is that he's probably aroace or something along those lines, but at the same time I find the interpretation that he loves Assane to be plausible enough, although I have absolutely no emotional investment in it.

Anyway, bottom line...Ben's character should be developed more. Also I personally think he should turn on Assane. But that's just me.

#lupin netflix #benjamin ferel #hot take #assane diop #claire laurent #youssef guedira

[b3achysurfur]

I know I originally said in a comment at some point about how annoying the Logan war got (think it was in that post asking why we all suddenly backed off) but now I just find your posts humoring it's like "THIS LITTLE GODDAMN PIECE OF SHIT-" and it's the most innocent picture of Logan.

Love seeing it nowadays (cuz it's funny), but you have a good point that he hasn't furthered the story yet but I feel like Red might change that soon. Hopefully. Also how we haven't had his backstory but that also might change too (we've got a hint in one episode where they fought his bullies, something about how his parents didn't want him and he fact that we've only seen his grandparents but not his actual parents says something....)

Anyways something I need to ask you! What are your opinions on the others, what you like about them or dislike, favorite moments and what not. I'm curious!

Sorry this may have been long!

SEE NOW YOU GUYS ARE GETTING MY HUMOR , THIS ACTUALLY MAKES ME SO HAPPY!!! THANK UUUUU A LOT

also UR SO GREAT FOR THE QUESTION YOU ASKED!! I love talking about everyone else

I’ll assess them in order of: ashlyn, aiden, taylor, tyler, ben (not by order of how much I like them or anything btw). Some sections are longer than others because I’m bias BUT ALSO BECAUSE I got tired of typing and realized there was wayyy tm to read. Sorry!!!! if you don’t wanna read all this I put a short summary all the way on the bottom + feel free to me ask me specific questions ! now let me talk your ear off

ASHLYN:

I really like ashlyn because she has the most potential out of everyone (and that’s not to say the other characters aren’t deep, because that’s the opposite of true but bae is the whole reason we’re here). I think she’s also really relatable in the sense that she doesn’t like interacting with people but she can easily take the leadership role when needed. like okay queen I see you. also I really enjoy the fact Red made her dislike aiden at first even though they have a side romance plot going rn. bc that’s how it would’ve been if they were real. ash would not just become chatty out of no where and fall head over heels for him. and I really appreciate the slowburn. Ashlyn’s also higher on my favorites list because I’m bias and we have the same hair length 😣 usually when characters have long hair, authors tend to let their hair flow a lot, but red put ts in braids 🙏 and ask anyone with long hair like that, their hair is up 99% of the time bc it’s annoying, hot, and (personally) GRABS ONTO EVERYTHING LIKE ITS A THIRD HAND. I have a lot of headcannons for ash just based on small character designs / aspects that not a lot of people really think about. She’s so interesting and I really just love her. And since I have positives, I’ll give one negative about her. In the beginning, Ashlyn was really hesitant to tell the group anything. I understand where she was coming from, and given Tyler’s reaction, I don’t blame her for keeping things to herself. But mannnn ts was so frustrating sometimes. it’s ok tho bc all good stories stress you out.

AIDEN:

omg guys it’s my favorite ever. I know aidens really popular already so I’ll try not to rant on about him forever but hes just the best 😣 but mans really does not gaf EVERR.

now I could rant on and on about how silly Aiden is and why he’s so misunderstood as a character, because he’s not crazy like at all and if anything he’s one of the smartest characters in sbg, but I’ll save if for a better time. Instead I wanna talk about how observant he is of Ben and ashlyn.

it’s cropping weridly, sorry. but aiden’s eyes are always watching the ones he cares about most. I feel like this has to do with the fact Ben cannot voice his concerns/opinions so aiden always has to glance at him to make sure he’s not missing any important signal. But I also think it has to do with his childhood (I don’t have fast pass or anything this is just based off of theories/analysis based on his character bc I do that a lot 🤒). Anyways, he has a specific way of comforting people that I think it’s rlly niche. He uses his hands and gets the person what he thinks they need. Like in the attached images he gets ashlyn fabric to squeeze and distracts her with light conversation, and he immediately offers to take a walk with Ben and get some fresh air. If a person refuses or asks him for space, he immediately obeys and doesn’t question their decision. He’s very trusting and understanding. He gives people room to make mistakes and gives them room to ask for help. I’m mainly bringing this up because it ties back to something I’m gonna talk about in Taylor’s section. I just think that this detail is so important to his character and we always brush over it. I don’t wanna say he doesn’t like physical touch, bc he’s always touching everything around him, but I like to think his main love language is acts of service. When you really look at it, his actions speak a lot louder than his bickering and it really helps display how much each character means to him individually. what elseee. He’s able to quickly adjust and assess situations (like when he attacked the phantom or pulled up ashlyn in the bus). He’s very quick to his feet and always needs to be interacting with something to keep his hands busy. Aiden just really don’t gaf 99% of the time (unless it’s Ben / ashlyn) and honestly that’s why I like him. He doesn’t take anything seriously or personally. clap it up for my hb. Also I notice the sbg fandom has a habit of doing it with everyone, but I feel like Aiden is always reduced to his impulsive behaviors and ‘crazy kid’ persona. please guys. look deeper into Aiden Clark. Instead of wasting your energy trying to defend a NERDY FREAK like Logan fields, you should study more on Aiden Clark and his complex character.

yes. do that. rn. You want to so badly. I know you do. Do it. Go reread sbg and focus on Aiden. wowwww. I know you want to. (I’m hypnotizing you btw) Or just ask me I can talk about Aiden (or really any character) alll day long. Ask me anything about anyone and I’ll tell you what I think with proof and evidence. yes. I just need to cut it short because I have to talk about everyone else to. But study Aiden Clark. do it. really. really. Right now. Go. Go. Now. PLUS Aiden’s probably the least likely to die because he’s to cool for that + he’s better than death and injury. YAAA!!! MAKE AIDEN CLARK UR FAV BC YOULL BE SAFE FROM ANGST 🎉

only thing I don’t like about Aiden gotta be his fashion sense sometimes (usually beginning S1). like WHAT R U WEARING MAN???? 🙁

TAYLOR:

okay now let me talk about my shnukums Taylor. I love her a lot but her and Tyler had very different childhoods regardless of the fact they were in the same situation.

We don’t know a lot about Taylor’s version of growing up, so a lot of the details are vague but everything I say is based off of observations and analyses I have personally made, so please take everything I say about Taylor’s backstory with a grain of salt and understand that no matter what, both twins were majorly affected by the passing of their father and illness of their mother.

At first i thought of Taylor was the more lucky one out of Tyler and Taylor when it came to their childhood. Yes she struggled, I knew that, but Tyler was under a lot of stress. But that’s when I realized that she suffered just as much. Although she didn’t need to sacrifice herself to help her family survive, like Tyler did, she went though the most loss. She lost her mother, father, and brother all overnight. One second they were all happy together and the next she was all alone. Physically, her mother and brother were still there, but they were both shells. Her mother isolated by grief and her brother isolated by responsibility. She was all alone. Yes Tyler did his best to support her, but at the end of the day, there wasn’t much he could do to change the situation. Taylor suffered a lot, and since people mostly focus on Tyler, we never really see Taylor’s POV of it all.

Now her backstory leads me into the fact Taylor is the most socially smart character in sbg. She is also the most observant and supportive. This is not to say others aren’t observant/supportive, like Aiden for an example, but she does it much differently. I would attach a picture here but I’m close to maxing out the photo limit and I want to save it for later.

Taylor is very good at reading the emotions of other characters. She is also very observant. Taylor is often the first to notice when a charater is uncomfortable, panicked, or harmed. For an example, she’s the first to notice Ashlyn’s fear back at the house. Unlike Aiden, Taylor is able to verbally let people know she is there for them. She comforts them through words and physical affection. Taylor is usually aware of how much support someone is in need of and the best way to display it for them specifically. For an example when Logan was getting bullied, she defended him against Tyler’s mean words and held his shoulder for reassurance. This same tactic would not work for ashlyn, and Taylor is aware of that. So, when ashlyn broke down about the struggles of being leader, Taylor comforted her through words and reassured her fears. Taylor opened up a space for ashlyn to be scared and share her burden. She was able to do all of this in only a couple of moments. This skills also becomes a werid quirk when she is able to sense Tyler’s condition in the hospital, but maybe that was just twin senses? 🤷‍♀️ idk

Taylor is also very aware of everyone around her. We know that she is very social and has a lot of friends and connections, but she also educates herself on the people she doesn’t interact with. Even if she doesn’t know a lot, she makes sure to acknowledge their presence at the very least.

What does her ability to read emotion have to do with her childhood? Well, Taylor basically lived with a shell of a family. Tyler was under constant stress, which made him prone to outbursts. Her mother was disabled by grief. Taylor was in a situation that made her feel like she had to take care of her family mentally. It was, to her, the least she could do. So, she was mentally mature from a very young age. Although having to hold the burdens of others constantly is very unhealthy, I’m not sure if she’ll crack because of it.

Taylor being very social and having a lot of friends is also another example of how she’s different from Tyler and how their shared childhood affected them differently. Tyler saw people as distractions while Taylor sees them as her means to keep living. Taylor lives off of other peoples energy, and she maintains the energy of other people by being a supportive beam for them. This is also why I’m okay with Taylor being shipped with others. She’s use to being around people and can form close bonds with others while still only viewing them as friends. Tyler cannot do the same. Taylor is in a position where she can expand her horizons into romantic relations if she was interested in doing so. That’s why I feel as though it’s okay (if that doesn’t make sense I’ll explain it again, but I tried to condense it down)

Something I don’t like about Taylor is that we haven’t gotten to see her brain in action yet. We know she’s the president of the robotics club , but we haven’t had the chance to see her charater support the story in any other way but socially and mentally. The story is only at 60 episodes though, and I’m sure we will see it eventually. Im just impatient and want to see women in STEM shine 😣😣 I wish I could talk about her more, but we barely know anything about Taylor as of right now. I will say it’s interesting how she told her and Tyler’s backstory, but only talked about how Tyler was affected and not herself. Interesting… I hope we learn more about her experiences and I hope I’m right 🙏 also CAN WE TAKE A MOMENT TO APPRECIATE HOW PRETTY SHE IS??? UGHH I LOVE HER SMM

TYLER:

I feel like Tyler has been the topic of discussion for the past couple of months because his backstory was revealed and the end of S1 / beginning of S2 was all about him and his past, so I don’t have a lot to say that I haven’t already said. but I do really like Tyler. At first when he was in his jock era I was very , oh! about him. but he’s actually warmed up to me sooooo much since then. he’s so goofy I just want more interactions between him and Aiden. I think I good place to start is how much I HATE people shipping him with other members of the main cast. I talked about it a little in Taylor’s section, but him and Taylor had very different childhoods. Again, I’m not saying their father’s death and mother’s illness was not hard on the both of them, but Tyler was under a lot of pressure too. We know he isolated himself harshly, and stopped having fun all together. The way I look at it, everything, including living day-to-day, became a chore for Tyler. Ever since he was a little kid. His dad’s death changed his entire world overnight. He had to learn how to physically and mentally support everyone important to him, because if he couldn’t no one else would. Tyler had to learn everything about living life by himself as a baby just so everyone else could survive. He stopped having fun. Little kids find fun in everything. Tyler stopped himself from finding it. He didn’t do anything for himself anymore. He was almost like a empty shell doing automatic tasks so that his sister and mother could have space to grow, heal, and live. In a sense, it was self sacrifice (which he attempts again when he tells the group to leave him behind)

So when Taylor tells us that the main cast started to become an extension of the family he sacrificed himself for, it’s so heavy on his character. Especially because for once in a long time he started relating his ‘family’ back to joy and fun, not just safety and survival. That’s why it bothers me when people ship him with others. It’s so werid to imply he’d date any of the main cast when he sees them as his family. consider them blood-siblings if you gotta, but just stop shipping them. PLEAASSSSEEEEEEEEEEE. otherwise I’ll eat your dog. thanks! also him being friends with the main cast at all is such a huge step for him. I don’t think Tyler has time to get involved with romantic relationships when he believes friends are a distraction. I know a lot of people go to romance when they want to express how strong a connection is between two characters, but you guys are forgetting that Tyler considering everyone as his friends is sooooo much more complex and deep compared to (for an example) Logan saying he considers everyone his friend. ANYWAYS ENOUGHHH!!! let’s move on.

I also wanna talk about this scene (I was to lazy to go find the original scene so the flashback is all you get). I never really realized how much ashlyn ordering Tyler around must’ve affected him. He literally spent his whole life making decisions and taking leadership and all of a sudden some random lil girl is over here telling him to stfu and sit his ass down. I would imagine as mad as he was, he probably felt a least a bit of relief. For once the responsibility wasn’t on him, at least not only on him. He could share his burden with others, and he wasn’t suffocated by being responsible for the lives of everyone else. We see this same struggle affect ashlyn, as she feels like being leader strangles her with the weight of guilt, paranoia, and responsibility. Imagine if Tyler had been the one to bare that weight after everything he’s already been through? he would’ve cracked, whether we like it or not. so let’s clap it up for ashlyn rq!!! yasss girl 😋 I know I’m rambling a lot about tyler but I know a lot about him and want to talkkk 😣 but here is my last point: Tyler’s coping mechanism to the unknown and things that confuse him is denial. Just like his mother 🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯

woww! do you guys remember when Tyler thought this whole thing was a joke? me too! he would’ve never thought this silly prank would almost kill him. Tyler’s mom probably thought her husband’s illness wouldn’t kill him either. oops! 😂 (I’m going kms). sorry. my point is they both refused to believe it happened (although his mom’s denial may have been more of a trauma response while his was just to help him cope). Even with evidence, they both couldn’t understand what had happened to them and pretending nothing was wrong. Tyler saw the picture of the phantom’s shadow and brushed it off to technology he couldn’t understand yet. he felt more comfortable with not knowing how technology worked rather than not knowing if he was in danger. his mother is similar. She couldn’t understand and cope with the death of her husband, even though he died in front of her. She felt more comfortable not understanding why he was late from work than understanding he was dead and gone. Guess it runs in the family? 🤷‍♀️ and since these are all things I like about his character, I will tell you what I don’t like. THAT STUPID ASS JOCK ATTUIDE FROM S1. okay I didn’t hate it, and it fit him sometimes, and I kinda miss it sometimes, but he’s like 5’5 and a stick, he is not beating no one’s ass 😭 respectfully. now he could probably rock me but he’s matured a bit since S1 so it’s different. Tyler’s not even my favorite idk why I talked about him sm , especially when I held off on talking about Aiden because I didn’t want to say to much 🤦‍♀️ whatever

BEN:

I have a lot to say about Benny boy, especially because he is SOOOOOO mischaraterized. Now I won’t go crazy like I did for the twins because I’m thinking about making a separate post just about Ben (maybe.. maybe not idk). plus I just reminded myself anon asked me to just say a few things I like and disliked about each charater not give crazy long paragraph about them. so, sorry Ben but you will probably have the most boring paragraph of them all. I still love you a lot pookie 🙏 I’m just tired AND MAXED OUT THE AMOUNT OF PICS I CAN USE EVEN THO I NEED TO TALK ABOUT U WHILE USING PICS 🤒 anyways enough rambling.

bens charater is often reduced to his backstory which genuinely makes me want to start tweaking out. if you expand on why his trauma affects him, then I will happily listen to you talk. But when most the fandom sees Ben as “music boy who hate bully, will fight you if you be mean” it makes me so SAAAADDDDD. no, Ben will NOT beat my ass for making fun of Logan. That’s like… the whole point of his backstory? He doesn’t like violence, at all. He’s ashamed of his anger issues. He blames himself for having to move and putting his family in danger. The only reason he got involved with Logan’s fight was because the phantom interference + no one was there to help calm him down.

also he doesn’t only do music. he draws too! he’s a very artistic dude. He also gardens. Ben be planting food and shit. which (as much as I HATE the ship) Logan n Ben shippers could probably use to their advantage. Yk bc Ben gardens and Logan helps his grandparents in their greenhouse? wtv. Bens prob growing flowers for Taylor anyways. Fuck Logan. sorry.

Ben is also very compassionate and gentle. He’s always thinking about what’s best for the group, even if it puts him in an uncomfortable position, like sharing his trauma. Ben is also very soft hearted. He gets flustered very easily, we see this when ashlyn and Taylor complimented him. He is very protective over those he cares about and he does not come to play, ever. Also his character development from S1 makes me so happy. He use to be attached to Aiden’s hip 24/7 and we could often only understand his emotions when Aiden would translate him to us. But we’ve seen lately that he’s much closer to Taylor, even putting her safety before his own.

wow, gentleman alert❗️if I didn’t run out of photo space than I would’ve shown more examples where he holds onto others as a way to comfort or protect them. he’s so respectful I might cry. maybe I will make a Ben-centered post. I need to show you guys pictures so you can understand what I’m saying. But Ben is growing and he needs more attention. thank you.

SUMMARY:

Ashlyn

pros:

- has crazy potential + most hinted at lore

- very relateable

-introverted but stands on business

-W relationship development between her and the cast, very natural and not forced

- her hair

cons:

- she is very hesitant to spill info (only in earlier chaps tho!)

Aiden

pros:

- silly

- observant of those he cares about

- acts of service love language

- trusting/understanding

- quick on his feet

- good at assessing situations/making plans

- he doesn’t GAF 🦅🦅 EVAAA

cons:

- often misunderstood / mischaraterized by the fandom

- has ugly ass outfits sometimes

Taylor

pros:

- most socially smart character in sbg

- good at reading emotions

- good at comforting others

- aware of her surroundings/the people around her

- supportive

- social

- super pretty

- wrote a paragraph on why it’s ok to ship her with the rest of the cast js cuz

cons:

- we don’t see enough of her robotics president side, show me women in STEM 🤬

- we never saw how she experienced childhood (yet..)

Tyler

pros:

- deep childhood trauma/responsibility

- sacrificed himself for his family twice

- not meant to be shipped with anyone in main cast

- sees main cast as family

- he finally made friends

- talked about the scene where ash tells him to shut his bitchass up

- copes by using denial (js like his mom)

cons:

- his jock attitude during S1

Ben

pros:

- hates violence

- angery at his anger issues

- ashamed of his past

- draws and gardens as hobbies

- compassionate and gentle

- soft hearted

- easily flustered

- very protective

- slow but steady quiet charater development

- a gentleman

cons:

- you guys mischaraterize him a lot (like someone told me he doesn’t change as a character bc he never speaks, ts made me mad asf)

THATS ALL! THANK YOU FOR ASKING!! again feel free to as me questions about anything at all even if you didn��t read allat. And if you did, thank you ur so sweet and amazing. Sorry for writing sm 😢

also everyone is open to their own opinions, this is just what I think. As always, I’m always down to debate.

#omg that’s a lot of writing #IM SORRY AGAIN #sbg #school bus graveyard webtoon #school bus graveyard #schoolbus graveyard #sbg (webtoon) #sbg ashlyn #ashlyn sbg #ashlyn banner #aiden clark #sbg aiden #aiden sbg #Ben Clark #sbg ben #ben sbg #tyler hernandez #taylor hernandez #Taylor sbg #sbg tyler #hernandez twins #asks #charater analysis

[adobe-outdesign]

thoughts on the voltorb line?

There have been a lot of various mimic Pokemon over the years (Foongus, Gimmighoul, etc.), but Voltorb is the OG. As a mimic, it's not a bad concept: it's known for being perpetually angry and having a penchant for casually exploding. There's something really interesting about the idea of a mimic not being a camouflaged predator but more akin to a living bomb that goes off if you fall for its disguise.

Which is really the only problem with this line: I think they're too big. The only reason they ever worked as mimics in the original games is because of the simple sprite view; in-universe, no one would ever mistake them for pokeballs, and this is an issue that immediately crops up in open-world Pokemon games as well. It feels self-defeating to have a mimic that can't ever trick anyone, let alone the player.

That aside, there's obviously nothing wrong with the incredibly simple design; just a pokeball with a face and no circular button area. I like the general shape of the eyes and eyebrows, and I really like that it has no mouth, just one kind of implied by the position of the divider line.

I will admit, however, that I'm not a huge fan of Electrode. I guess the idea of flipping Voltorb's colors upside-down has some merit—it's kind of like the polarity of the electrical charge getting reversed—but it just feels like a rather bland evolution that doesn't differentiate itself enough from its predecessor. It's not like it would've been hard to come up with a more unique concept for this line. It could have easily become a better type of pokeball, like an ultra or great ball, or maybe it could've opened up a little in the middle to reveal teeth or something.

It does have one unique thing going for it other than the colors flipping, which is the face; it now sports different eyes, a more smirk-like expression, and a mouth. Honestly, I kind of feel like this is a downgrade; I like that it has more personality besides just being angry, but the eyes feel drawn-on and less organic than Voltorb's, while the mouth feels unnecessary.

It's not really terrible or anything; but it does feel unnecessary, and I do feel like this line could've gotten away with just being a one-stager.

Also, side note: can we talk about the fact that Electrode can float for some reason??

PLA brings us Hisuian Voltorb, which I like quite a bit. It works perfectly with the historical context and different Pokeball designs of PLA, and making it grass/electric only makes logical sense with Pokeballs being made of wood during this time. I also think this has some interesting lore implications, as it indicates the line started off mimicking apricorns and probably evolved into being more like pokeballs over time as a form of mimicry. Granted, I do wish they explained why it had the half-and-half coloration, however. Some form of countershading, maybe?

Anyway, lore aside, the design is pretty solid. The texture of the wood on the bottom half adds a little bit of detail without being too much, and the subtle curve of the dividing line reflects its newfound personality: it's actually extremely jolly. This makes it really endearing, and serves to further differentiate it from its original design.

The hole at the top mimics the same hole in the old-school Pokeballs used in this game, and I think it's neat that it can release electricity from it, mimicking the firework effect after you catch a Pokemon in this game.

The only thing I'm not sure about is the very angular brow; it feels more metallic in nature than wooden, and overall feels less natural than original Voltorb's brows. I do love that the pupils are hollow, however.

And Hisuian Electrode... exists. Technically speaking, it has all the same elements as Hisuian Voltorb—the wood patterning, the inverse expression, the carved eyes (which, as a side note, I do like more than regular electrode's—they feel like they're actually part of the body here instead of drawn-on). And, in that respect, it's fine.

However, it suffers from the same blandness problem that regular Electrode has. Regional lines have worked to different too-similar evolutions before—the Alolan Grimer line is a fantastic example of this done perfectly, so I had high hopes for this evo. Instead, we got the exact same thing again, with the exact same changes made to it.

Here's a few designs that I thought were really interesting, creative, and still similar to Electrode while giving it more of a unique flair:

This one, based off of firecrackers:

This one, which takes the idea of it having seeds and gives it a Bonsly to match:

And another one based off of firework bombshells:

All of these designs are so fun! They keep the general idea of Electrode but actually do something with the new typing and concepts in a way that differentiates them from Hisuian Voltorb. What we got was more standard—but was pretty disappointing in my opinion.

So overall: Voltorb is a solid Pokemon with a good design, hampered only by being too large to be a successful mimic. The Hisuian version works perfectly as a regional and changes up the design in a way that makes sense thematically. Electrode, however, has always been a bit too similar to Voltorb even if it has some fun expressions, and the Hisuian version unfortunately doesn't fix that.

#voltorb #electrode #hisuian voltorb #hisuian electrode #pokemon #pokemon reviews #.gif #long post

[delicourse]

i was going through all of your absolutely beautiful jolyne artwork (as i do when i get in a certain mood) and read the tags on the piece you did for the chrysalis zine. and holy shit. FOUR alternate recolors?? THREE alternate outfits for jolyne?? wow the dedication.

all this to say, could you post some of the alternates/sketches? i would love to see what else you envisioned as well as see a bit of your process :-)

sure!

i found the "finalized" options i made, there is more but it's probably hidden in a CLIP file with an ungodly amount of layers somewhere! (and is probably very unpolished)

so for outfits(left pic below) here i only have my thought process/inspiration together with minor adjustments i was torn between for the final fit. it was mainly abt looking into trends that i could apply that would feel relevant to the year but still in line with my preferences:

for the recolors(right pic above) top left in the quadrant was most similar to the original palette i was going with(it was a bit warmer and already had base cel shading!) i switched to bottom right though as most ppl seemed to prefer it and worked from there!(incidentally it was also the one most similar to the original sketch)

^while we're here, this is the rough sketch. the sketch was much larger than the final crop to begin with, but i did also elongate it a little to see if it would look better as a double spread. (it didn't, so this is the first time i've shown this version to anyone i think!) the outfit was different here, but the sheer skirt stayed about the same. bit hard to see what's going on though, there's a reason i mainly reveal the polished stuff!

#anonymous #thanks for the interest btw! it's fun to show stuff that never see the light of day otherwise #if anybody wanna see drafts/sketches for any of my works #i can probably pull something out as i often save sketches and flats as separate PNGs #so unless i don't have to dig into the clip file layers(or the sketch looks like ass lmao) ill post it! #process #adding a “process” tag to all asks abt brushes and art tips and draft pics etc! since it dont fit the art/notart tag system i got

[script-a-world]

Submitted via Google Form:

I am trying to expand definitions what what are first, second, third world etc places. But I'm going to need more than that because it doesn't fit sci fi much as some places are medieval or older and others have extremely technology advanced. But even in each, there are different statuses. People who live like royalty/wealthy in a medieval world getting categorised near the bottom is natural when compared to the universe but also a bit unfair? I don't know. And there are obvious poor places in technology advanced worlds - but are miles ahead of royalty in medieval worlds. I'm not how to deal with this.

Licorice: Instead of using “first world”, “second world”, and “third world”, terms which are falling out of use anyway, have you considered using one of the terms used nowadays by aid and development circles, such as “developed country” or “low-income country”? These terms come with their own baggage and some people consider them to be equally pejorative, but they have the merit of describing the metric on which they’re based. 

If you’re building a sci-fi world, your starting place should be the standards which the powers that be in your world use to group, or rank, its communities (planets; countries; civilisations). If you have a Mother Planet that lords it over more recently colonised planets, you could have a literal First World-Second World situation. If the colonised planets then go on to colonise new planets of their own - Third World! If it’s all about which states have the most military power versus those which have little or none, you could invent a different term for that. 

Many sci-fi books and shows divide the world into communities/planets that share advanced tech and the culture that goes with it, and communities/planets that have been judged “not yet ready” for such tech, or communities/planets which are lagging behind in their development of that tech.

Tex: The terms you’re using come from the Cold War era (Wikipedia 1, Wikipedia 2), and are in use mostly as a function of macroeconomics (Wikipedia). As such, in order to expand such definitions, you need to have a similar catalyzing event in your world’s history to have the same functional starting point.

In this respect, I would encourage you to study Star Trek: The Original Series, as it was written during the Cold War and has much contemporary criticism to the social turbulence of the time (Wikipedia, Memory Alpha).

For a perspective that’s roughly a generation or so removed from the Cold War, I would recommend both Stargate SG-1 (Wikipedia, SGCommand) and Stargate Atlantis (Wikipedia, SGCommand), as it’s useful to understand intergenerational impacts of socioeconomic decisions made for the entrenchment of social stratification, particularly in a sci-fi setting.

Historically, the creation of such disparate social classes as seen in, as you describe, the European medieval era, is due to the consequential accumulation of wealth caused by many series of war based upon cultural stipulations like religious strictures. Whatever originally created royalty and nobility, it frequently becomes a fixed social class due to artificial means. If a social norm is artificially devised, then the conclusion usually follows that it is unfair by design and thus not natural, because there are no avenues for change to fix any flaws that crop up.

Addy: It seems to me that you're trying to get a scale to describe societies at different tech levels. I'd recommend looking at the tech level system from the Traveller tabletop game - I think that could be a good spot for getting started. Or look at tech levels from other systems and things - that should help get you what you're looking for, a set of terms to effectively describe the technological level of a society.

Feral: I don’t have much to add to what Licorice and Tex have already said, but I would recommend studying cultural relativism to help with expanding your reasoning on how cultures interact with out reducing the broad spectrum of human experience to “advancement.”

#google submitted #terminology

[canarysage]

Curves For Dummies <3

— as written by a dummy.

hello and welcome back to photopea for dummies! today, we’re talking about curves, an adjustment layer found in photopea. please be warned that i don’t understand curves even remotely, so i have no idea what i’m doing

curves is, put simply, extremely deranged, and i have no idea how to use it other than the most basic things, which is what i will be demonstrating. if you really want an in-depth explanation of curves, i recommend looking it up on your own time, because that is not what i will be doing here, for my own sanity.

white balance is actually fairly simple to do! referred to by professionals (see: photographers and gifmakers) as “white balance,” i like to call this particular setting “un-fucking an image,” for fairly obvious reasons.

put simply, white balance turns selected colors into their extremes—#ffffff white and #000000 black. doing this helps to add contrast to an image, and also helps in removing obnoxious tints or weird looking colors.

to un-fuck one’s image, make a curves layer (layers > adjustment layers > curves) and scroll down slightly until you see these three squares

(i’m on my phone, pardon my weird cropping) these squares are color samplers, companion to the eyedropper tool. the black square turns whatever color you select and anything darker than it to #000000 black. if you click on gray or white, you fuck your image even more. if you click on black, you do nothing. the white square turns whatever color you select and anything brighter than it to #ffffff white.

what colors you pick exactly are up to you, and also depend on your image. in this one, i could’ve used white for the white lights in the window or the lights in an’s eyes—instead, i picked some of the harsher lighting on her face, because this wasn’t already #ffffff white like the other things i mentioned. similarly, i picked a darker shadow from her hair instead of a pixel from her outline, because it wasn’t already #000000 black.

the difference between white balance and a plain old contrast layer is that white balance actively changes your colors as it works—if you pick a more saturated dark color with your black white balance tool, your image gets tinted with the opposite of that color. for example, picking a dark purple turns your image green. this is very useful for when images are tinted or have exceptionally weird contrast.

low contrast is also fairly easy to apply. if you’re completely unfamiliar with curves, you create and manipulate dots by clicking or tapping on the graph provided. these dots determine your curve, and therefore the outcome on your image.

these are my settings for this image:

as you can see, the two dots at the bottom and top have been lifted or lowered and moved inwards. this lightens the blacks of my image and darkens the whites. the other dots are applied similarly: dragging the line downward if they’re near the top and dragging it upward if they’re near the bottom. the center dots are for extra stabilization.

high contrast is the same concept as low contrast, except inverted. instead of dragging your top and bottom dots downward or upward, you leave them as they are, but drag them inward.

the other dots are also adjusted downwards or upwards towards their respective directions, instead of further away. this creates a higher contrast, lightening your lights and darkening your darks. like laundry!

and now we arrive at what the fuck. i don’t really recommend using curves this way (unless you want your image to look like a unicorn barfed on it, in which case, have at it) but i wanted to show how fucking stupid curves is. because it is. it’s fucking stupid

rule of thumb with curves: the more dots you add, the more control you have. is this good? well, this has the most dots of the examples i’ve shown so far, so… you tell me.

as you can see, curves can also affect the colors and saturation of your image, especially on the rgb setting (curves also has red, green, and blue settings, but this post is long enough already, so i’ll cover those another time.) you can see this in the less extreme examples, too—my midtones are greener

if you don’t want to change your colors but don’t know shit about avoiding that in the graph itself, fear not! i don’t understand either. so, we use one of our trusty blending modes: luminosity (found at the very bottom of the blending mode list.) as covered in my extremely long post on blending modes, luminosity ignores the color values of your layer and only applies the brightness/luminosity values.

this is quite a bit better! still extremely weird (everything is now grayed out instead of green) but it’s much less murder on my eyes!

in conclusion: curves is batshit fucking insane, and when in doubt, use luminosity. also stick to levels it’s way easier.

sincerely apologizing, eos

#photopea for dummies #ʚɞ — tips.

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I know this isn't the exact same topic but you're one of the few radfems I follow who's not completely anti-crop top here so I'm just curious. what are your thoughts on parents who let their young daughters wear 2-piece swimsuits? the ones that are essentially crop tops. i think the ones that accentuate the boobs the girl doesn't even have are objectively gross but like. I fail to see how a young girl showing her belly (when shes swimming, no less!) could be inherently sexual. what do you think?

i think it would be better if little girls were just topless and swim shorts like the boys, or both have rash shirts to protect from the sun. it needs to be the same standard in either direction. i actually think the bottoms of girls swimsuits are far worse than the tops though

i feel nothing about seeing the stomachs of kids, it's like legs or arms to me, though the double standards of boys not wearing any top bothers me. but the bottoms......why do they need little girls wearing tight, small bikini bottoms that give wedges, and so concerningly thin cut along the crotch. i remember being even 13-14 and freaking out because i had started going through puberty, and my bikini bottoms were too small cut, and would have revealed my pubic hair, so it was part of the (several) reasons i just stopped swimming.

it's like how girls shorts are far shorter than boys'. to me, the context and intention matters. for swim suits and summer tops, the girls and women WANT to be topless like men can, but breasts are sexualised, so the double standard is not letting women wear LESS. but some clothes that perform the exact same function and are meant to be the female equivalent, are small and shorter and tighter (and frillier) than boys' and men's, meaning that the double standards is not letting women and girls wear MORE.

so, i think these things are a case by case basis, and sometime there isn't an exact right answer. like, i have my views, but i also wouldn't disagree with a mother that doesn't let her child wear two pieces or crop tops. i think when patriarchy is intertwined with everything related to women and girls' bodies, we just have to navigate it best we can, and make our own judgements on what is physically or mentally harmful.