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emmatheward · 11 months

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Kappa hunting.

#Babata Oni #Aiko #nudity #sorry for two ass arts in a row #please forgive me

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showtoonzfan · 1 year

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I think Morgana doesn’t realize that we barley know shit about Sallie May. She said it herself, we’re only on early season 2 and we’ve only got one small scene with her. I bring this up because that’s why it feels like fetishization to me. The way she’s presented in the sexy merch is not at all what she’s like when we saw her. Like….for example if we knew Sallie was a very flirty and open character like Angel, then it would make more sense but we have nothing on her. Same for the sexy merch of Velvette. Her merch for me is the same as how Charlie isn’t presented sexually and yet they make sexy merch of her, coming off as sexist. In Sallie’s case, its fetishizing her because the crew just looked at her, a character who had like…one line and instantly went “yes let’s make sexy merch of her because people would love that and drool over it”- and I’m sorry, it’s not only fetishizing but sexist too. This show knows it’s audience, most of the sexy merchandise is made for horny fans and it feels like you’re just appeasing to people who DO fetishize trans people rather than actually seeing them as people, cause…ya know, this show is known to be so goddamn horny and sexualize and fetishize almost every character, regardless if we even know them or if they’re sexual or not. The sexy merch of the female characters felt like they all existed simply because they’re female and we need to give the rabid horny fans what they want.

Like….nobody is saying she can’t have a bulge, nobody cares about her fucking bottom or not, nobody said being confident in your body was a fetish, kinda feels like Morgana is self projecting about her personal life rather than seeing the bigger issue here. And I’m sorry girl, but so far, if you’re voicing a character who had one fucking line and it’s someone we don’t know anything about, then yeah, I’m ganna say it felt more like brownie points because why haven’t the writers taken the time to give us more clues about her? They could have had Millie talk about her, even if you didn’t want to show her on screen. I just….maybe if this show wasn’t so focused on filler and shipping, we could be developing characters off screen, something Viv herself said she was trying to accomplish but obliviously failed. Like I find it so funny that she said that the two have a “sibling rivalry” and yet Millie never talks about her, but we can’t have that because that would actually give Millie purpose and screen time.

My point is….if these writers and Morgana are oh so determined to give trans representation and show people of that community being confident…..maybe……do that in the actual fucking show??? Maybe put more effort into the writing instead of constantly focusing on Stolas a million times in a row and focus on the other characters? Maybe do that instead of just making sexy merch just to profit off of horny drooling fans? Maybe do more instead of sitting here and flexing about a character that had two fucking lines? Cause I really don’t think this crew knows that being confident and exploring sexualities isn’t just showing your tits and ass and being vulgar. Until they do more with Sallie outside of showing her body off just because she’s hot, I disagree with everything here. It doesn’t make me transphobic that I actually want to see more of a character outside of sexy merch.

Also…so funny how Morgana can look at sexy merch literally labeled “Sexy merch” that’s purposefully filled with characters drawn suggestively and go “yeah this isn’t fetish art”-

#vivziepop critical #spindlehorse critical #helluva boss critical #helluva boss critique #helluva boss criticism #Sallie May #anti vivziepop #helluva critical #vivziepop critique #vivziepop rant

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can-ya-guess-my-curent-obsession · 1 year

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Nap/sleep? headcanons- with and without a S/O:

WRITER NOTES: Why? Because why the fuck not. Sorry if this feels more like a unhinged rant- but what'evs. Also I had thought I had deleted this for a hot sec and almost died. Its currently 11:56 PM so I did post four days in a fucking row despite what my head said

Edited: no

All art in this post is mine

TW: Curssing, Pain killers, alcohol, alcoholism, abuse/hitting, insomnia, sleeping meds, migraines, passing out, being high, nightmares, trama, cigarettes, weed

(Update: Murdocs shity behavior is not ok, its's abuse, I am nto tryingto indorse it!)

Characters:

/Gorillaz/

Noodle

-Noodle the best sleep schedule out of all of them, and gets the most good sleep out of all of them though thats not saying much

-Even if she has a good sleep schedule she likes naps

-Though as a kid it was almost impossible to get her to nap if she wasn't exhausted, though this is not to say she didn't like to nap

-Noodle just had too much energy as a kid, but she was a kid and being in a band is exhausting so she did take naps usually after performances, recording, ect.. (In a interview they had talked about something like this but I can't remember witch one)

-But as she got older she found appreciation for them way more then when she was a kid

-Noodle is one of those people who can fall asleep almost on command lucky :'[

-Noodle tends to nap to movies

-Like I said she likes to nap to movies- and even better she likes to cuddle with her S/O and to fall asleep to a movie

-Noodle also loves falling asleep on her S/O or having her S/O falling asleep on her, because she finds having her S/O play with her hair makes it 100% easier to fall asleep, and she finds it comforting to have her S/O lay on her

-Noodle has no shame she will fall asleep anywhere with her S/O- cuz no one's gonna say shit

-She loves cuddling but if its like time to go to bed- she will cuddle till she falls asleep then in her sleep she will most likely drift to her side of bed kicking you plenty of times in the process

-She shifts a lot in her sleep with has caused a lot of problems- especially if she has an overactive dream- cuz she will karate chop you in the head or kick you in your stomach

-This doesn't really happen when you two nap together

-While 2D gets the second most amount of sleep- he arguably has one of the worst schedules

-He is a heavy sleeper but he has a hard time sleeping in consecutive amounts of time

-This is mostly due to his migraines, he will wake up at the ass crack of dawn with the worst migraines- migraines that make it nearly impossible to fall back asleep no matter how many pain killers he takes

-So he does some some shit, like writing music, playing a videogame, or watching a zombie movie

-2D at one point in time he used to play instruments when this happens but Mudroc was drunk and near by and so happened to hear 2D playing a bit to loud for his liking- which resulted in Murdoc getting pissed and hitting 2D in the head making his migraine 10x worse (This was when they lived in the original Kong Studios)

-So instead of sleeping continously throughout the night- he tries to sleeps a bit during the night, and then just naps continously throughout the day

-Though eventually he tells his mom and he gets put on sleeping meds in the later phases (sometime after plastic beach) which makes him more peppy

-He still takes naps every once in a while, and he is still an incredibly heavy sleeper

-He smokes a Iot more before going to bed, both weed and cigarettes

-This lanky boi becomes strangely strong in his sleep occasionally

-His arms firmly hold his S/O to his body or he's just sprawled on top of his S/O

-Either way he wants to be touching his S/O in his sleep- but he does role away sometimes but will role back eventually

-He's incredibly unpredictable in his sleep- one night he may stay stil as a bored and another he may be rolling himself off the bed... so be careful, 2D's S/O has woken up with 2D's foot in their face many of times

-2D feels incredibly guilty if he wakes up his S/O when he wakes up in the middle of the night because he has a migraine

-But having a S/O that could comfort him when he has one of his mibble of the night migrains, makes him feel better

Russel

-Russel hardly ever naps

-Russel tries to have a consistent sleep schedule- which he achieves some what

-He tends to wake up in the middle of the night- not as often as 2D, but ever once in a while he'll wake up but won't be able to fall back asleep, so he'll will just sit in bed disgruntled

-Also he's not one of those people who can fall asleep on command

-He takes sleeping meds, he has been taking sleeping meds- like before he joind Gorillaz but he did start taking stronger meds when he joined

-When Russel does get sleep he gets pretty shitty sleep but he pushes through the day

-Even if he wanted to nap- no one IN THIS DAMN HOUSE WILL LET HIM SLEEP(this is when they lived in the original Kong Studios)

-He's either making beats, taking care of Noodle, chores, ect.. all you need to know is that he's busy

-But if we're talking phase 7 Russel- OMG he is a total fucking insomniac- he's to busy with the static, he has to hit his own leg to keep himself from passing out sometimes

-Also Noodle crawled into bed with him whenever she had a nightmare when she was a kid- she also did this with 2D but it didn't work out as much due to 2D's sleeping problems

-Russel is way more likely to take naps if he has a S/O that takes naps

For many of reasons- if his S/O is naping and he naps with them it doesn't feel like he's being as unproductive because he will be spending time with his S/O

-Russel likes to cuddle but prefers to not cuddle in when sleeping at night due to the fact he sweats a lot- and just has a higher body temperature, so cuddle can make his already high body temperature higher and make him feel uncomfortable

-Though having his S/O in bed with him does improve his sleep due to the fact having his S/O around him in most cases makes him feel more relaxed

-When Russel and His S/O cuddle he will sometimes pass out sheerly because he is just so tired

Murdoc

-My fucking god... this man- this fucking gremlin of a man has one of the most janky ass fucking sleep schedule- at this point can you even call it a 'schedule' with how inconsistent it is

-But that mostly only applies to pre-plastic beach

-When Murdoc becomes the old man he now is, his sleep schedule mellows out

-But before that he tends to go out and drink most of the night- come home absolutely crunked or tripping balls and would pass out somewhere random- often in the middle of the house what a great role modle

-And much like 2D he will take naps throughout the day- all various in lengths- but he usually gets pissed at 2D when 2D does the weird nap schedule thing

-But like I said, in later phases he fixes his sleep up a bit- but that doesn't mean he doesn't take naps anymore-

-Now Murdoc doesn't just take naps because he's drunk or high- but also because he's an old man now

-Murdoc's definition of nap before his S/O was just passing out because he was fucked up, but when he got a S/O who forced helped him to fix his sleep schedule- he realized he was not exactly right

-Now he passes out on his bed or the couch and not the kitchen floor

-If you are able to get this man to go to bed at night with out any form fo alcohol or medicine I commend you, for you have done the impossible

-But on a more serious note Murdoc will do a lot to avoid going to bed at night- especially when he's sober

-He hates the nightmares, the nightmares that remind him of his past- and what made him.... he hates it

-So it takes a lot of comforting on his S/O's side to get him into bed

-And Murdoc's S/O has to be ready to wake up and comfort him when he wakes up from a shitty dream- cuz its either that or he goes back to the bottle

#2d x reader #gorillaz x reader #noodle x reader #stuart pot x reader #russel x reader #russel hobbs x reader #murdoc x reader #murdoc niccals #2d gorillaz #stuart pot #noodle gorillaz #russel hobbs

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crescencestudio · 10 months

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Devlog #32 | 06.27.23

Hi everyone!

I'm here! With an Update! This is an exciting one because I am Finally releasing a Full! Game! <3 I will obviously still be talking about Alaris, but I am vibrating with excitement because I can't wait to release intertwine to you all! THE RELEASE DATE APPROACHES

Writing

Because we entered crunch mode for intertwine, this month was mostly focused on continuing to fill out Druk's route and my dissertation.

I didn't make as much progress on Druk's route as I would've liked (I was hoping to FINISH it, but Otojam crunch wrecked my ass). But I do have most of the route finished! At this point, I only have the final chapter to go, so we are Very Close! Druk's route is shaping up to be a really fun one. I like to sprinkle humor into all the routes, but because of Druk's character, there are a lot of funny (at least to me) cast interactions. I hope people enjoy it as much as I do because I have a big fat crush on him now!

Regarding editing, we are just about rounding out the last of Fenir's developmental edits (courtesy of local superhero dev Wudgeous of Herotome) and Kayn's line edits (courtesy of local royalty IF writer Vi of Next in Line). With Fenir's script coming up on the last of the developmental edits, that is basically two routes that are going to be ready for beta-testing after the updated demo, which is very exciting! I am extremely happy with how Fenir's route has turned out after some developmental revisions, and I hope you all like the sweet little (grumpy) baby's route!

Art

Again, most (all) of my attention was on intertwine art assets this month. I was focused on the rest of the GUI, sprite expression, and CGs so that the game will be ready for release at the end of this month!

I'm really happy with how intertwine has come out visually considering the two month time crunch! Many of the playtesters mentioned how they liked the GUI and overall aesthetic of the game, which---for my pea-sized brain that has no object permanence when it comes to compliments---meant the world to me!

Review of intertwine Screenshots (left to right, starting at the top row): Main Menu Screen, Options/Preferences Screen, In-Game Dialogue Preview, Exhibit Preview

For Alaris, I did still get some new backgrounds from Vui, and while they are beautiful, I can no longer share them since they venture into spoiler territory. Sorry folks!

I have a sneak peek of a little Something Something.

Adorable emotes for a certain Something Something! That's all I will leave you with for now <3

Additional Notes

I spent A LOT of this month coding. I re-entered programming hell to get intertwine up and running. There were a lot of features that I coded for the first time, like a texting interface, some animations, and one Special, Very Game-Centric Feature That I Can't Disclose Due to Extreme Spoilers. It was really rewarding to see it all come together, and I am pretty happy with the end result ^^

You don't even know the hell I went through to customize this texting feature

We also have a lovely voice actor for Van, which we revealed on Twitter. Max has been an amazing talent to work with, and I am in love with the way he brought Van to life!!

Finally, I spontaneously ended up working with Orpheo Fenn and Kija of Faefield Productions for a custom intertwine soundtrack. I've been wanting to work with them for a while, so I'm so happy we were able to collab!

No market research this month, except for the fact that I played Tears of the Kingdom a little bit in my free time ^^ I am so in love with Link. Also, I didn't see the appeal to Sidon in the first game, but for some reason in this game, It Clicked. Like I Get It.

That's all from me for this month. Look forward to an intertwine release in the coming days! I'm excited to get back into Alaris full-swing this upcoming month. I didn't think I'd feel this way after feeling oversaturated with them for a hot minute, but I miss my Alaris gang <3 See you all next month, and stay safe!

#alaris #devlog

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mae-gi-writes · 1 year

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OUTSIDE BOUNDARIES || VERNON CHWE (part one)

what happens when ball of sunshine meets Mr. Grumpy? When you make the sacrificial decision of shadowing Dr. Hanson Chwe to scramble for your TA hours, nothing could’ve prepared you for the way in which this grumpy ass charms his way into your heart.

Genre: romcom, university au! Student! Reader x professor! Vernon, svt members…

PART ONE || PART TWO || PART THREE

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He always looked so darn sullen.

With those dark locks falling across his face and those intense orbs hidden behind steel-framed glasses, Dr. Chwe was the subject of pride of the Psychology Department. He was the best professor by far, a lecturer that gave his facts outright, and was never one to be found mingling among his peers. Cold. Tough. Dark. Those were the adjectives coined to his name.

But you were desperate.

You waited till his final class ended. It was late evening and it was icy cold, gusts of wind slamming against the building walls with such force you could feel it rattle, even through cement. As the students walked out and the chatter dispersed across the corridors, you quickly slid inside the lecture hall only to find him by the podium.

This hall was specially designed for lectures, rows and rows of seats that ressembled a theatre room and a stage for the professor, with a screen to project any slides of particular interest.

"Hello," you called tentatively, trying to get into his field of vision. He paused in his paper rustling, looking up with a frown.

You continued regardless, shuffling forward so that you could get a closer look at him, "Hi, sorry to disturb. Dr. Chwe? I'm Y/N, a graduate from the music department."

"Yes, and?"

"I'm looking for a TA job with you--"

"No."

"Wha--" you blink up at him, "I haven't even given you any argument yet."

"Why is a music major asking for a TA position in my department?"

"Well Dr. Hong told me to ask you specifically, to help me out this one time because music and psychology are interrelated. And plus, I'm working on my master thesis and it has to do with their relationship--"

"Irrelevant. Find a professor from your own department," with that, he closed his folder of testpapers and made a move to walk out. You quickly stepped before him, chin high and trying hard not to tremble in front of his tall frame. He was slim, and yet he looked like he could crush you with one single glance.

"Wait. Please," you held up your hands as if in surrender, trying to ignore the way his scowl deepened, "please. I really really need this opportunity. Like, I don't even need you to read my research, just please make me your TA and I promise I'll--"

"Even if I could, I can't. We're not in the same department."

"We're in Bachelor of Arts both, that's good enough right? Right?" You wondered whether begging on your knees would convince him, "I swear I'll be good. Ask Dr. Hong, he's the one who recommended you. Said you could help me."

"He...said that?" Dr. Chwe looked suspicious, eyes narrowed and stance cold.

"Yes! You can ask him. I can call him right now--"

He stopped you, palm held in the air and a grim expression clouding his features, "I will talk to him."

"But I--"

He didn't wait, pushed past you with his stack of papers and ignored your protests that kept following him out in the corridor until the door closed right in your face.

Well, so much for an attempt to find a reliable spot in academia. You were so fucked.

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If there was one thing you had learnt from this whole encounter, it was that Dr. Chwe did not like being disturbed when it wasn’t class time. Oh, he was helpful to his students alright…until the lesson was over. Then the beast took over, devoiding him of human emotion and contributing to the bastard-y tag that he received amongst gossipers.

Nevertheless, he was a popular Professor at the University of BurnBridges and you couldn’t deny his talent. He had a way of dealing with people — not surprising, considering that he was a psychology professor — that made you feel like you had both the responsibility of the knowledge shared and that you were an active participant in this fostering of information. He understood you more than you could understand yourself, which came from his countless observations as he walked around the campus perimeter.

(Not that you’d know. You did not stalk him throughout the day just to see what his routine was like. You did not wish for him to seek our Dr. Hong out of his own will. Not at all.)

A week passed with nothing on the radar. You probed Dr. Hong in hopes that he’d help you out. He was the beloved maniac of the Music and Theatre Department, as crazy and as gentle as he was. If Dr. Chwe was a big, sulky wolf then Dr. Hong was the lovely puppy abandoned on the corner of the street. Everyone loved him.

“I tried, Professor, I really did,” you kept on whining every day after class, “but it’s been a full week and he hasn’t responded yet.”

Dr. Hong just laughed, “he’s probably busy with corrections. It is mid-term season after all. If I ever bump into him I’ll tell him to re-consider your offer.”

“Tell him that it doesn’t have to be legal or on paper,” you were desperate for him to hear you out, for if you didn’t have a position by the end of this week, you were considered dead meat, “I just need my TA hours filled and he can show me how to grade his papers—“

“Do you even know a thing about Psychology?”

A voice cut through your conversation as cold as ice and you whip round, only to find none other than the said person in question standing by the door and looking as annoyed as ever.

You briefly wondered how he would look like without the scowl. Probably ten times more handsome.

“I—Yes of course I do! I minored in Psych! That’s why I’m asking you whether you— well, I’m sure I’ll be able to help you in some way,” you stuttered out before you lost the courage, inwardly wincing at how the words made it out of your mouth. Wow. So not cool Y/N.

“Y/N’s been in my class since first year,” Dr. Hong prompts, “and she hasn’t yet disappointed me. So I’d say she’s a firm package.”

Dr. Chwe looked like he was ready to chew his colleague’s head off for supporting you and yet, the latter didn’t seem fazed in the slightest, “come on, Vern. You need a TA anyway—“

“I do not need a TA.”

“Surely you do. Every professor has one. It wouldn’t make sense for you to grade all those papers, and who’s going to hold your seminars for you?”

“I already have someone doing that for me.”

“Nakamura’s only doing it because she fancies you,” Dr. Hong rolled his eyes playfully, “come on Vern. If ever you have any trouble, you can come straight to me.”

Dr. Chwe’ s gaze flitted from your face to Dr. Hong’s, the scowl deepening with every second like a storm slowly rolling in and shadowing his features. It was a surprising duo that boggled you, the sunshine puppy Dr. Hong and the moody Dr. Chwe together in one room, looking like the best of friends.

But that soon went out of your brain the moment Dr. Chwe sighed, turned around and started walking out of the room. You scrambled up after him, “wait Professor, I—“

“Be in my office on Monday. 8am. Don’t be late.”

He spat them out like venom before the door slammed shut, leaving you with Dr. Hong in a mixture of confusion and excitement.

Slowly, you turned towards your professor, “Did he just…” trailing off without knowing what to say next, you saw Dr. Hong burst out laughing.

“That’s it, Y/N. You’re in.”

You were in. You still had a chance to make it through.

———

Dr. Chwe scared the shit out of you.

He didn't hesitate to bite your head off at every mistake, every chance he got. He loved taunting you, seeing you struggle to cope with the material prepared, loved dumping testpapers in your arms for you to correct till early morning hours. He especially enjoyed asking you questions in the middle of his lectures so that you'd have to scramble for a response on the spot, blush littering your cheeks and fingers fumbling.

You knew it wasn't fair, but you also knew that it was an opportunity that wasn't supposed to be yours in the first place. You had just gotten lucky because the psychology department wad one TA short and really needed the help.

Still, seeing Dr. Chwe every day traumatised you to no end.

"He looks like he can kill me. I can't even talk when I'm around him," you kept on complaining to your buddy Minghao. He, also part of the music department, had the luck of getting the famous Dr. Woozi, composer, pianist and singer. God knew what strings he'd pulled for that.

"At least he's hot," Minghao commented.

"Yeah well, I don't think that comes in handy."

"I think you should bribe him with food."

You shot him a look, "that's a terrible idea."

You decided to test out Minghao's theory by bringing him a coffee during your next TA meeting. Something small, yet significant and helpful. Everyone loved a bit of caffeine, right?

"Here you go, and extra shot of espresso just for you," you set it down with a flourish and fought hard to keep yourself from smiling, expression faltering whrn Dr. Chwe looked up at you as though you had just placed a dead corpse on his desk.

"What?" You tried to lighten the mood, "I thought coffee would cheer you up, considering you look like only had one hour of sleep."

"I had three, thanks for asking."

"Oh I wasn't, but please," you motioned towards the said cup, "go ahead."

"I...don't drink coffee."

"No way," you sat down at your desk, grabbing the pile of testpapers that you would have to start grading pronto, "how are you still standing? Energade? Tea?"

He favoured ignorance, proceeding to flick through the department documents. You pressed on, "do you prefer soda? I know some people prefer soda but that's like, really not good for your health. Or maybe-- oh wait, you're a hot chocolate fan aren't you?"

The slight tense of his shoulders was enough to give him away. You couldn't help but stare, "no way," you half-murmured, "you have a sweet tooth, don't you?"

Dr. Chwe turned away from you in determination to stop your sudden onslaught of questions.

"Oh my gosh, you know sugar's really bad for you right? It's worse than caffeine. It converts into fat and gets stored in--"

"I don't think I asked for a biology lesson, miss Y/N," he snapped. His dark orbs flashed to yours over the document papers, shadowed with irritation, "with all due respect, you have papers to grade."

"Oh yes, sorry, yes." You quickly focused your attention on the papers at hand. The atmosphere tightened with unease, a knot of nervousness coiling at the bottom of your stomach as you grabbed your pen and flicked through the pages.

Clesrly, he had no wish to talk and converse about trivial things other than work. It did hurt your pride somewhat. But you tried to brush it aside. You weren't here to entertain him after all.

But during that same week, you left him two chocolate cookies.

No thanks, no receipt of acknowledgement. But when you noticed the empty wrapper in the bin the next day, you stifled a smile.

“I saw someone left you cookies,” you remarked a few hours later when still no acknowledgement had been made, “how generous of them.”

Of course. There was only you and Vernon in this room. No one else had access, so it was easy an easy guess.

He grunted, muttered something incoherent under his breath and proceeded to read the document in his hands. But you weren’t going to let him off so easily this time. Sliding your hand onto his desk and leaning over so that you were in his peripheral vision, you wriggled your eyebrows suggestively, “So? Anything you want to tell me, Dr. Chwe?”

“Get back to work.”

“Aw come on, not even a thank you? I—“

He glanced up. His eyes were cold ice, “last week’s quizzes, are they done yet?”

You paled, “no…”

“I want them on my desk this afternoon.”

IIt was supposed to sting but somehow it didn’t. Not as much as it should’ve. Maybe because you were slowly getting used to his porcupine nature, but the moment you sat at your desk you noticed the small cup of coffee, still steaming hot, right beside your keyboard. The smile on your face widened tenfold, though you kept quiet about it.

Dr. Chwe was — at least to you — not so bad after all.

——-

“Y/N will be distributing the test papers from last week’s quiz. You will go through it with her but before you do, I’d like a quick word,” Dr. Chwe’s gaze flitted from face to face, the class of 20 sleepy students looking back at him through heavy-lidded eyes as he stepped towards the lecture podium.

You were sitting at the side on standby, ready to take over once he’d depart. A few weeks had gone by since your appointment as his TA and things have settled down somewhat. It seemed as though Dr. Chwe’s personal vendetta towards making your life miserable was put on hold, probably because he actually needed you now that midterms were coming up.

You busied yourself by distributing the papers, nodding as they mumbled out ‘thank you’s’ while Dr. Chwe droned on with the explanations. For the most part you didn’t listen, your mind drifting in and out of focus. It had been ages since you had played any instrument whatsoever, and time was an issue when every spare second was wasted on that stupid thesis paper, so who could blame you for thinking of what musical notes would go well together instead of listening to behavioural theory?

“I’ll leave you to Y/N then, if you have no questions for me,” Dr. Chwe nodded at you, snapping you out of your daze. You hurried towards the front, quickly mumbling your goodbyes before taking over, “alright, let’s go through the test paper for any common mistakes. Before we begin, do you guys have any questions?”

It wasn’t until class had ended that one of the students came up to the podium, greeting you shyly behind round spectacle frames.

“Hi, I’m Mingyu.”

“Hey you alright? Anything I can help with?” You look up from your folders and zipping up your pencil case in the process.

“Uhm not really no,” he flashed you a shy smile, “i just wanted to ask you if you were going to be present at the Departmental Olympics this year.”

“Oh, uh—“ you tried wracking your brain for excuses. You didn’t loathe exercise but you were so bad at it you’d rather stay on the sidelines, “I didn’t even know we were having the Olympics this year. When is it?”

“In two weeks. I’m running event for our department, along with a few other psych majors.”

“Ah that sounds great!”

“yes, and uhm—we were wondering if— if you would play,” he stammered over his words, “for the psych department.”

“I’m not really though,” you smiled in what seemed to be an apology, “I doubt they’d allow that.”

“They said it was fine, as long as you weren’t playing for the music dept,” he put his hands together, looked at you with those melting doe eyes that he knew worked on everyone, “please?”

“I—“ “There’s free food,” he persisted, “and you get a free coupon for a drink at the after-party.”

in the end, you had no choice but to say yes. He had, after all, the powers of someone who couldn’t be argued with. Not to forget his dashing looks. It was hard sometimes, good-looking people had their way too easily and you cursed yourself the moment he’d exited the room with a victorious grin.

You asked Dr. Chwe if he was going to be present, which resulted in him scoffing at you like you were a complete idiot.

“That’s just a waste of time,” he said, “I have better things to do.”

“Well, maybe you can take a break from all those things that you need to do,” you hid your grin from behind the coffee cup you were sipping on.

He scowled at his computer screen, “and what? Socialize with people I don’t give a shit about?”

“Would you rather rot here with your test papers?” You looked over at him, “come on Dr. Chwe. I’m sure you’ll enjoy the break. Plus, sports can be fun.”

“No thanks.”

“Or are you such a sore loser that you can’t participate just for fun?”

His eyes narrowed into slits, jaw tensed, “I am not a sore loser.”

“Oh yeah?” You tilted your head with a smirk, “feels like it though.”

That was enough to make him sign up the next day.

You almost spilled you entire cup of coffee down your shirt when he told you through a mumble jumble of words behind his computer screen and if you didn’t know any better, you would say that he was…embarrassed about it.

“So what changed your mind huh?” You asked, laughter falling from your lips despite the glare he was sending your way every five seconds. He looked like a grumpy cat, “did you decide it was worth a try?”

“Shut up.”

You cracked up, “you are such a sore loser, Dr. Chwe.”

“I said shut it,” his head snapped up from his computer screen, “and it’s Vernon, not Dr. Chwe.”

Vernon. It was weird to hear his name— his actual name — roll out from his own mouth. You weren’t used to being so chummy with the professors when you were still a graduate student yourself. But ever since you’d gotten to work with him, you had to admit that you’d gotten comfortable in his presence. He was like that sour colleague that found everything so revolting that it made up for your lack of entertainment. In short, Vernon was fun to be around most of the time, when you got used to him. Because he never meant anything that came out of his mouth.

No. You were certain that behind that permanent grimace was a young man with a good heart.

“So what sport did you sign up for?” You leaned over your desk and placed your chin into your hands.

Dr. Chwe— Vernon — glanced up at you, dark strands falling across his eyes that he brushed away impatiently, “volleyball.”

“Wait really?!” You couldn’t hold in your excitement, “I signed up for volleyball too! I’m in team red.”

“Team blue.”

“Oh pffft,” you rolled your eyes, “you suck, Dr. Chwe—“

“Vernon.”

“Yeah yeah, so I guess I’ll see you across the field.”

“Don’t come crying to me when you lose.”

“Oh we’ll see about that,” you grinned and tried, in vain, to stop the small bubble of fluttery feelings seemingly blooming in the middle of your chest.

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A/N: Part 2 will be up soon! <3 enjoy for now! I have never seen a Vernon fic where he is not a shy boi so I really wanted to try this side of him out. Not sure i was successful but mehhhh ._.

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melusine0811 · 10 months

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The Space Between the Stars Chapter 14

"Double Rainbow"

This art of Elisabet and Sakura was done by my very talented friend @1004knightingale as it heavily features them.

Chapter 14- Double Rainbow

After the Goodwill Shop, where Elisabet and Sakura had picked out wedding outfits they vowed not to show one another until the actual ceremony, they had promised the nice people there that they would first of all go visit something here in Tonopah called the Clown Motel. The looks on their faces were telling, so of course Lis and Sakura had been skeptical.

However, Sakura had closed her eyes after five seconds of parking in front of that monstrosity of an establishment, and she screamed bloody murder.

“I guarantee you some serious weirdos stay there, if you shined a blacklight on those sheets you’d see them from space! Let’s get out of here!”

They had decided to skip the other haunted hotel in town in favor of passing by the Crescent Dunes Solar Energy Project. It’s a tower, surrounded by rows upon rows upon rows of solar panels forming circles around it. Impressive, especially for two scientists.

“It’s almost…eerie,” said Sakura, “what I wouldn’t give to be working on a project that big and amazing.”

Lis had slid her hand across the seat, squeezing Sakura’s. “You will be, I know it.”

Lis then had swallowed, hesitating.

“I don’t know, I have been here before and feel some sort of connection to it... I can’t explain it. It’s happened all my life. Every summer my parents and I would go visit national parks and historic places across the western United States. When I was fifteen, we visited Colorado Springs and climbed Cheyenne Mountain and Pikes Peak and it was the worst it’s ever been, I had chills down my spine, the hairs all over my body stood on end almost the entire time. I couldn’t tell anyone about it. And I feel it here, too, but not quite as strong.”

Sakura had looked genuinely concerned.

“What do you mean, like déjà vu?”

“Kind of, but like, there’s more. Like whatever is going to happen in these places hasn’t happened yet, and I feel…displaced.”

She'd then looked at Sakura.

“You think I’m nuts, don’t you?”

“Of course I do. But I wouldn’t be nearly as crazy about you if you weren’t.”

She’d then leaned over and kissed her.

“Let’s get to Vegas, so that I can marry your crazy ass.”

They’d driven off, and now, several hours, and one dead air conditioner later, they arrive in Vegas, coasting into a very sparsely populated underground parking garage that serves several nearby hotels on the strip.

Yet Sakura is not herself.

Lis knows of course that part of the reason is that she’s exhausted, hungry, thirsty, and all sweaty from being in the truck in the one-hundred degree desert heat.

But this sullen look on her face is unusual.

They both unload their things from the bed of the truck, including the outfits they’d bought for their wedding (that they are hiding from one another until the ceremony), and they begin carrying all of it through the relatively cool underground parking facility to the elevator that would take them up to their hotel, The Tempo, apparently once called the Golden Pagoda. The ride in had indeed been very hot and miserable, so once they’d finally seen the Las Vegas skyline including the new dome, they had been very relieved.

Sakura had been very quiet for the last couple of hours, but she’s silent, now, looking quite bedraggled, every bit as much as Lis feels. Fortunately the temperature down here below ground is quite cool, helping to regulate them at least a little. Sakura throws her bags on her back and walks off silently, avoiding eye contact.

Lis walks faster to catch up with her.

“Hey, Sakuchan…hold on.” Lis drops her bags as Sakura scans the poorly-lit area for the elevator up to their hotel.

“I’m sorry Lis…I just…ugh. I know part of it is that I’m tired and hungry, but…”

“Are you…having second tho—”

Sakura looks up at her immediately.

“Absolutely not! No, no way. I’m just…angry. I’m angry that my father has to be an absolute monster, so much that I’m afraid to go anywhere, for fear that he’ll take me away. He’s always at the corner of my vision. I’m afraid. I’m scared, I…I can’t lose you.”

Lis comes close to her, face sweaty, both of them with hair in a mess from having the windows open due to the dead A/C. She speaks to her in a low, comforting voice.

“That’s not going to happen—because even if it did, there’s not a wall, barrier, or dimensional membrane that I wouldn’t claw my way through to get you back. I will always find you, and I won’t let you go, okay?”

Sakura nearly collapses, encircling Lis in her arms, tears clouding her vision, and they stand there with their luggage, the two of them, outside their rickety old pickup truck in this dark, underground parking garage somewhere beneath Las Vegas.

Lis pulls back, cupping Sakura’s face in her hands, stroking her cheeks with her thumbs, then whispers. “I love you more than anything. Now let’s go upstairs so that I can make you my wife. Please.”

Sakura barely lets her finish, regardless of how sweaty they are. She kisses her. These are not their normal, gentle, passionate kisses. These are kisses of need. Of intense gratitude that she can only express in this way. Whispering, dry kisses evolve into deeper ones, and suddenly Sakura has backed Lis up against the truck, which is still warm to the touch with the engine making creaking noises as it cools.

These moments seem lost to time, Lis unsure of whether they’re moving too slow or too fast, as she drops the last bag she’d been carrying and she kisses her back as though her life is tethered to her, because it is, and so is every fine thread tied to her very soul as she’s reveling in the feel of her mouth, and the grasp of her fingers tangled in Lis’s hair. She knows that despite the fact that the heat from the truck is becoming a bit uncomfortable against her back, and they’re both already covered in sweat from the Nevada heat, Sakura needs this to re-center herself. To anchor herself to the reality that Lis is here, and they are really doing this. As though Lis’s skin cells are bumping up against her own, screaming at her with each brush and touch.

Sakura takes her right hand and searches frantically for Lis’s left, which is wrapped around Sakura’s back, and when she finds it she caresses it with her fingers, touching her own ring on Lis’s third finger, pulling away and looking down at it.

Lis places her other hand on Sakura’s chin, tilting it back up, looking in her eyes, and kissing the tears that had dripped down her cheeks.

Sakura gives her a small smile, and she nods.

#Seyloy #aloy x seyka #sakubet #elisabet x sakura #elisabet sobeck #aloy sobeck #seyka #Sakura sobeck #please share

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dreamcorechild · 10 months

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[Kokushibo had to lead the two dimwits to the classroom Muzan resides himself in. Rows of chairs and seats were left out in a straight line, Akaza can see where this is going... This was a lesson to all demons, all uppermoons were here.. All had their face to express boredom.]

Kaigaku: "About time.. What were you two even doing??"

Akaza: "Making sure this drooling bastard doesn't go anywhere near my wife."

Doma: "Making sure this slow poke catch up."

Kokushibo: "Making sure these two are present instead of slacking off like dickheads."

Muzan: "......."

Kokushibo: "I know what your gonna say sir.. You dont have to scream it out on us."

Muzan: ".... Just sit down..."

[His back was turned away. Now focusing on the chalkboard where he can write down all the meanings and what its like to be working for the lord of all demons.. Much to his fellows grunts and sighs...]

Muzan: "Dont you guys wanted to be smart?!?!"

Gyutaro: "Whats the fucking point of us being here if were already smart enough!!!"

Gyokko: "Yeah! I even got myself a diploma for my artistic work!!"

Nakime: "I don't think thats how it works..."

Urogi: *Snores*

Sekido: "WAKE UP YOU NIMROD!!!!!"

Urogi: *Bird screeching noises*

Karaku: "Hey Muzan.. What are we gonna learn today, Hmm?"

Muzan: "Thats a good question, For example.. Were gonna learn about your blood demon arts."

Akaza: "Oh boy...."

Zohakuten: "And why exactly?"

Muzan: "BECAUSE YOU ALL BARELY USE THEM!!!!!!!!!"

[While the gentleman was distracted by focusing on his handwriting. Gyutaro pulled out a large boombox, He winked at Daki. Which she pulled out a disc that contains music from each genres.. Aizetsu saw and was tempted to put his hands out to alert Muzan.. He didn't notice.. Soon.. His ears were ringing with agony.]

"Caipirinha Caipirinha

Oho, Aha

Bamboleo Mambolinha

Caipirinha Caipirinha

Oho, Aha

Bamboleo Mambolinha"

SMASH!!!!!!!!!!!!

Gyutaro: "What the hey- Oh.... Shit."

[Muzan's hand was inside the boombox. He pulled it away, grabbing it tightly before throwing it out the window.. he pointed his finger at Gyutaro. Clenching a book on the other hand. His face was as deep as stress.... Some say that the man needed to go to anger management class. Which Muzan would refuse to recognize..]

Muzan: "... Your lucky that I ain't hitting you with this heavy ass book Gyutaro.. And as for your sister... Your lucky that I aint shoving your face to the top part of an oven."

Daki: *Gulps*

Gyutaro: "S... Sorry sir.. It wont happen again.."

Muzan: "Your damn right it wont... And I swear to sun lords god.. If I see another mishaps by any one of you retards.. I wont hesitate to bring something far worse than discipline.."

[This had shut everyone up... Nakime strummed her biwa, Letting them know that break time was around the corner. A perfect time for Muzan to finish off his teachings out their abilities to use their blood demon arts for their goals and other missions that none of them would complete without their powers...]

[Gyutaro and Daki couldn't get over the fact that their boombox was destroyed so easily by one man with one punch. Delinquents as they are.. They decided that someone must pay for their hellish deeds... Aizetsu was at the wrong place and at the wrong time when their eyes glanced down at him from a far...]

Aizetsu: "... Huh...?"

[Hesitant and fear was growing on the sorrow demon... The two duo of brother and sister loomed over him, Their maniacal smile made the demon ache with realization.. They were going to hurt him, if he didn't manage to defend himself..]

Gyutaro: "We know what you were trying to do Aizetsu!! You were trying to tell on us!!"

Aizetsu: "W..Well yeah.. You guys shouldn't be playing music in the middle of a lesson!"

Daki: "So what, You should have ignored us... And besides.. Muzan was draining our fun by forcing us to listen to his rants about our lack of ability.."

Aizetsu: "... Thats what happens when he looses himself and pinning the blame on us... You should know that.. He is a hard working gentleman who lost his will and trust to humans because of some doctor..."

Gyutaro: "Oh yes.. All bad guys have heart breaking backstories.. What do you think of mine.. They were gonna kill me and my sister!!"

Akaza in the background: "My backstory was far more gut wrenching than yours Gyutaro!"

Gyutaro: "SHUT IT BASKETBALL HEAD!!!!"

Aizetsu: "Can you two just at least stop acting like bullies. You know that this will be the only time we get to take part in some school methods?!?!"

[After he said that. He felt a large heavy blow on his stomach, the organs inside were crushed by the fists of the ragged cabbage head. His sister watched it all go down, Aizetsu couldn't move his hands... He felt his head bashing to the hard wooden floor. Gyutaro landed more hits and blows on him, His tooth shattered. His nose broken. And his chest stamped on. Gyutaro was only doing one thing thats makes him feel better... Letting out his anger towards another helpless being... To be precise.. Aizetsu the sorrow demon..]

Aizetsu: "ARGHHH.. GAHHH!!!!!"

[He couldn't reach for his spear.. Daki kicked it away from him, Unable to do anything.. He could only cry with sickening howls..]

Aizetsu: "Help... Help!!!"

Gyutaro: "Arghhh!!! you already fucked me and my sister up with your tattletale lies.. But no problem! We all know which businesses were in when it comes to dealing other's improving deeds!! You will cry blood!! And see who is more of the baddest assholes around here!!"

[He was close to stamp his foot deep inside his chest. Almost as deep to make contact with his heart and lungs.. He felt a hand touching the left side of his shoulder.. The feeling of more than one presence were behind him.. Gyutaro looked back, growling like a dog until a unexpected attack has occurred.. A fist pummeled into his left cheek. Pushing him back far and away from AIzetsu.]

Daki: "ONI-CHAN!!!!"

Gyutaro: "GAAAAAAHHH. WHO DID THAT.... WHO PUNCHED ME... YOU MOTHER FUCKERS!!!!"

Sekido: ".... What were you doing to our brother... Why did you beat him like a dog?!?!"

Daki: "O-Uh oh..."

[Sekido stood in front of Aizetsu.. The sorrow demon howled like a cub.. His fetal position didn't seem to make it better for his brothers to endure.. Urogi picked up the beaten living soul, comforting him while his sharpen eagle eyes of joy stabbed through Gyutaro and Daki deeply with his wings flapping aggressively.. Karaku pulled out his Uchiwa fan, showing his displeasure frown while Zohakuten stood next to his older brother.. Their faces and mixed anger and hatred were the primary fear that stuns their enemies hearts...]

Urogi: "Look what you joyless rats have done!!! You could have fatally injure him!!"

Karaku: "Guess it shows how mind loss we are when it comes to Muzan's plans... Huh... No deal.. You wouldn't want us to be more serious over our support of one another, do you?"

[Sekido pulled out his Khakkhara from his hand, Swiping it up and slamming it down. Casting a huge wave of electricity towards the siblings. Gyokko watched it as it all goes crashing down. He wanted to record it all. But by the damages of the school and its maintain structure would doom to collapse.. He had no other decisions but to tell Muzan.]

Gyutaro: "Very well then... Lets dance!!!"

[Gyutaro sharpened up his decayed flesh sickles, Flaying out his liquid gushing flow of blood that he controls. Daki wanted to join in on the action. But due to her trauma of her head being decapitated all the time slowed her sadism down a bit..]

Gyutaro: "Blood demon art... Flying blood sickles!!"

Sekido: "Hmph.. Stubborn you are.. No hesitation would do.."

[Sekido slammed down his staff once again. Casting another wave of electricity to dislodge the incoming sickles. He pointed at Gyutaro, commanding Karaku to lunge at him. Beating him up just like how he did to one of his brothers. Muzan watched it all, chewing on a bucket of popcorn. He was amused but once they saw him out of his leadership role. He quickly change from a goofy goober. To a angry mobster.]

Muzan: "Oh for fuck sake.. BREAK IT UP GOD DAMMIT!!!!!!!"

Gyutaro: *Panting*

Karaku: *Wheezing*

Muzan: "YOU TWO ARE LIKE TODDLERS FIGHTING OVER A TOY. WHAT ON YORRICHI'S NAME IS GOING ON HERE?!?!?!?"

Karaku: "He started it.. he was hurting my brother!!!"

Gyutaro: "That doesn't mean I would be gang up by four motionless oni's!!"

Karaku: "THAT DOESN'T MEAN YOU HAVE THE RIGHTS TO HURT AIZETSU LIKE THAT?!?!?! WHAT DID HE EVER DO TO YOU?!?!?!"

Gyutaro: "..... For being sad- There I said it-"

PUNCH!!!!!!!

Muzan: "FIGHT FIGHT- oh wait.. I mean... STOP IT YOU TWO.. OR I WILL DRAIN YOUR BLOOD FROM YOUR BODIES WITH EASE!!!"

[Everything was now quiet. The rest of the uppermoons went over to see the problem. To their disappointment that they didnt get to see the entire brawl. Nakime strummed her Biwa, showcasing that breaktime was officially over.. Muzan clapped his hands to get everyone's attention.]

#demon slayer #aizetsu #sekido #karaku #urogi #kokushibo #akaza #gyokko #gyutaro and daki #gyutaro #daki #kaigaku #nakime #muzan kibutsuji #kimestu no yaiba #zohakuten

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genericpuff · 11 months

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oof.

ECCE sucked ass and I could go on and on about it but instead have this pic of my setup which was the one thing that I'm pretty dang proud of.

also literally everyone who recognized my LO art either read LO and hated it or didn't read LO but heard the horror stories

so if you're either of these people I talked to this past weekend, welcome to my shitposting blog where I talk way too much about a webtoon with way too much fame, buckle up (￣y▽,￣)╭

also yeah i'm not doing ECCE again jesus christ it was bad, like i've only done two conventions as an artist alley vendor so far and even i know this isn't how conventions are supposed to go

i made $55 over two days which isn't even half of what i spent for the table, and not a single print sold, just my $3-$5 omori stickers and a few zines that people generously tipped for

not me being a salty spitoon or anything, i'm not mad at the fact that people didn't buy my stuff, i'm mad that the organization of this event was so subpar it wasn't until halfway through it that i realized the red flags were on the wall because they had done ZERO marketing for the artist alley and the convention itself had nothing going on but a few panels

and two of the panels were literally the same thing, one was "how to be a comic artist" and the other was "how to be an indie comic artist" like i'm sorry whAT those are the saME-

sigh I'm so mad that my Rekindled update got pushed off for this. ECCE is absolutely on my "don't bother" shitlist now, esp considering other artists who've done it before have attested to the fact that this was par for the course. Absolutely not worth it, not even for someone like me living on the bottom wrung of the webcomic industry LMAO I feel so bad for all the other artists I saw sitting around with nothing to do two days in a row, it's 10x more exhausting to sit around with nothing to do and it really showed by the end of the weekend because every artist who I checked up on said they just wanted to go home, for all the reasons you shouldn't be hearing at a comic convention.

I've got Art on the Bridge tomorrow. I'm suddenly way more optimistic that this one will go well despite it not being my usual kind of scene at all.

Genuinely so sorry to you all there wasn't a Rekindled episode tonight. The expo wasn't worth it.

#to anyone who's new here #this isn't even me going on and on about it #this is just a fraction of my power #my posts get LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG-#self post #ranting on main #ECCE #east coast comic expo #lore rekindled #lore rekindled comic #genericpuff #generic puff

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euryalex · 1 year

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WIP Thursday + Last line tag :)

Thank you @direwombat and @inafieldofdaisies for tagging me :)

Tagging @cobb-vanthss @xbaebsae @poisonedtruth @detectivelokis @captastra @voidika @roofgeese and anyone else who has a wip or last line to share :)

Working on Chapter 2 of Genesis! Kinda focusing too much on dialogue I think but I'll edit the chapter when I'm finished :)

The Raccoon City Police Department was originally a museum. An art museum, according to the guide pamphlet in the waiting room. The older lady sitting next to her, who would occasionally peek over her shoulder to see what she was doing, huffed for the umpteenth time in a row. Joey glared at her from the corner of her eye, but she didn’t seem to notice, or maybe she just didn’t care.

She glared at the poor assistant who’d put up with her complaints all this time and called out. “Excuse me, how long is this going to take? I had an appointment at eight!”

“I’m sorry ma’am,” she repeated in her customer service voice, “Police Chief Irons is very busy at the moment-“

“Too busy to listen to a concerned citizen?”

“Ma’am, if I may, I could redirect you to one of our officers so you can-“

“I don’t want to speak to an officer, I want to speak to Police Chief Irons.”

Before the assistant could respond, her phone rang, and her attention shifted away from the woman.

“Miss. Hudson?” the secretary called out when she put down the phone, “Chief Irons will see you now.”

“But she just got here,” the elderly lady whined, and Joey got up before she could be pulled into the argument. After whispering a quiet thank you to the assistant, Joey left the waiting room and followed the hallway the assistant described to the police chief’s office. She knocked on the door and waited for permission to enter. When she heard a gruff ‘Yes’, she opened the door.

As soon as she entered, a pair of gazelle heads mounted on a wooden trunk startled her. If Irons noticed, he didn’t mention it. He looked at her without moving his head and let out a groan. “The waiting room is down the hall, first door on the right,” he said.

Joey furrowed her eyebrows and stepped into his office, closing the door behind her. “I’m Joey Hudson?” she introduced herself, “I know I was supposed to come in at two, but I wanted to get started early.”

“You’re Hudson?” he questioned, putting down the pen he used to write on some documents.

“Yes, sir,” Joey stammered. He eyed her up and down, to the point where it made her uncomfortable. Finally, he spoke up again. “You’re not what I was expecting,” he admitted.

Joey opened her mouth, but no sound came out. Mainly because she had no idea how to respond to that. He seemed disappointed and Joey felt anxiety creep up on her. He kept his watchful gaze on her as he picked up the phone and dialled a number. A few seconds passed until someone picked up.

“Branagh?” he barked, “The new officer arrived. No. I can’t show her around. I’m busy. Just get your ass over here.”

His face became red with anger and he immediately turned his focus back to the document he was writing on, all whilst Joey still stood at the door to his office. She didn’t want to risk angering him further, but she also wasn’t sure what to do or where to go. She also still had to report what she saw at the Sunshine Motel.

Hesitantly, she spoke up: “Shall I wait outside or…?”

“Just go.” Chief Irons groaned.

Joey could feel her carefully crafted plan crumble at her fingertips. If her boss already seemed to dislike her, what would her colleagues think?

She stepped back into the hallway which, in comparison to the waiting room, was completely empty. Across from the Chief’s office was a staircase, going up and down, and Joey slowly approached them. Curiosity got the best of her as she wondered what was both above and below her. She was still surprised how an art museum could be turned into a police station.

“Joey Hudson?” someone called out from behind her. Alarmed, she turned to face the stranger – a man in uniform. With wide eyes, she stared at him, “Yes?”

“Lieutenant Marvin Branagh,” he introduced himself with a smile, reaching out his hand, “Nice to meet you.”

Joey took his hand and shook it.

“Sorry ‘bout Irons,” Marvin explained, “He’s usually not the friendliest to…”

“Women?” Joey finished for him. Although she intended for it to be a joke, his wince told her she guessed correctly.

“But don’t worry, you might not even run into him that often,” he continued, “Now come on, I’ll show you to your desk and your partner – it’s on the other side of the building.”

“Really?” Joey hummed, “This building’s like a maze.”

“Sure is,” he chuckled in response, “But you get used to it. Besides, you’ll most likely spend all your time either in the office, or out on the streets.”

“So where are the holding cells? Or the interrogation rooms?”

He breathed in sharply, “It’d take me a while to explain that. But, don’t worry, Kevin – your partner – will show you around.”

She followed him as he walked all the way back through the waiting room – where the elder lady scoffed as soon as she saw them – and to the main hall. They went down the stairs and crossed the hall where he opened a door for her. She stepped onto the small platform that overlooked the room and saw the neatly organized desks.

Marvin walked past her towards the closest desk and smiled: “This is yours.”

“Thanks,” Joey muttered. When she noticed the name plate with her name on it, she couldn’t help but smile. Marvin followed her gaze and chuckled, “A little gift to make you feel welcome.”

“Well, it sure is working,” she replied.

“You must be the new guy- sorry, lady,” one of the officers greeted, before a female officer promptly slapped his arm – albeit in a joking manner.

“Don’t mind him,” she said, turning to Joey, “He’s all bark and no bite.”

“Oh, bite me,” he bit back.

The woman rolled her eyes and walked up to Joey, offering her hand, “Name’s Rita, Rita Philips. And this moron is George Scott.”

Rita was a woman just a bit shorter than her, with a short blonde haircut. George was the complete opposite, with dark hair one would consider longer than usual. He was also just tall enough for Joey to have to raise her head to look him in the eye.

“Any idea where Ryman is?” Marvin asked them, to which they shrugged. “He just left,” said George, “Said something ‘bout the S.T.A.R.S team.”

“Oh right, Joey, come with me,” he nodded, “I can give you your uniform and show you around the West wing a bit.”

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misiwrites · 1 year

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Mayblade Day 5

[previous: chapter 1 & 2 | chapter 3 | chapter 4]

CHAPTER 5 prompt: crane characters: hiromi, mao, rai, rei (+ an implied gaou in there), garland, brooklyn, max pairings: --

Two days later, against her better judgment, Hiromi found herself at the gym with the wushu club hours printed next to the entrance.

What am I doing here…? she wondered while stepping into the unknown; her knowledge of martial arts was limited to tacky movies and other such dramatized interpretations, making her expectations non-existent.

What she saw upon entering the gym was four people standing in a row, their backs towards the doors, doing what looked more like meticulously choreographed yoga or a dance class than some Bruce Lee-esque action scene to her. They were moving their arms back and forth, slowly, then lifting one knee and balancing on one foot, equally slowly, while holding the pose. When a guy significantly larger than the rest moved aside – stumbled, actually, but Hiromi knew she wouldn’t have done any better herself – she realized they were following the lead of Mao who stood in the front. They were all imitating her moves, all in perfect harmony apart from the big guy's blunder.

Hiromi stood frozen, cowering by the doors, staring at them. She hardly dared to breathe while watching the scene unfold. She’d specifically come here to check things out, to let Mao tell her about the club, but the atmosphere in the gym was so unique and bizarre, so quiet and still, she didn’t dare approach and ruin it. There was something ritualistic about the slow, deliberate dance. It was hypnotic to watch.

And the next moment, she nearly jumped out of her skin as a voice that clearly didn't carry any of her deep insight into the scene boomed by her ear: “Oh, Tachibana! What brings you here?!”

The immersion of the moment was destroyed. The wushu clubbers stopped, they all turned to look; Hiromi whirled around and saw Garland, one of the guys from her class, standing there with a gym bag flung over his shoulder.

At the sight of the other girl, Mao immediately abandoned her post and rushed over to her. “It’s you! You really came! Good choice, good choice, congrats!” And before Hiromi managed to utter a single word, Mao was already introducing her: “Guys, this is Tachibana Hiromi from A! She’s got no club, so she came to see ours.”

“Hello,” Hiromi greeted gingerly and gave a little bow for some reason unknown to herself. This club just had such an elegant vibe, she felt obliged to follow suit.

“So, you do martial arts?” one of the boys inquired in a condescending tone that she didn’t like much. He eyed her with imminent suspicion.

“Well, no,” Hiromi admitted and dropped the meek act; this guy's attitude and sour face had drawn out the feisty side of her in approximately five seconds, she couldn't help it. “Mao asked me to come check you out. And here I am.”

Her response evidently didn’t please this guy with a wild dark mane of hair. He turned his back on her. “Right. Then we should get back to practice.”

“Oh, don’t be an ass, Rai-nii,” Mao denounced him. “I told her we could teach her – wouldn’t hurt to have newcomers in the club every now and then.”

“We already got newcomers,” the boy grumbled.

“Ugh, you know what I mean! Sorry, that’s my elitist idiot of a brother,” she then added to Hiromi.

“I’m not an elitist!” Mao’s brother roared, offended.

“Not denying being an idiot?” said another boy who stood next to him with a sneer of barely contained laughter. This one looked vaguely familiar to Hiromi; he had strikingly long, purple hair that trailed after him like a tail, a trait hard to forget once spotted in the corridors sometime. His long fringe was parted in the middle with a red headband.

“Um,” Hiromi then injected, not terribly interested in witnessing this awkward family bickering unfold in front of her, “I didn’t mean to be spying on you, I just didn’t want to interrupt the… well, whatever you were doing just now. It looked impressive, by the way. Really, uh, beautiful.”

“Yeah, what’s today’s style?” added Garland, who obviously hadn’t made it to join the day's practice in time. Hiromi had already known him to be a kung fu guy but hadn’t connected enough dots to figure out he must have been what essentially was the kung fu club. Now it seemed so obvious.

“The White Crane,” Mao explained with a proud puff of her chest. “It is a beautiful art! It was developed by a woman, after all.”

“Crane? Is that why the…” Hiromi attempted an – undoubtedly poor – imitation of how they’d moved their arms and hands just now, in slow arcs, and one leg raised, bent in an angle. “It’s like the form of a crane?”

“Exactly! It mimics a bird’s pecking, and how a crane would flap its wings.” Mao displayed a much more adept example. “The legend says the founder of the style came up with it after seeing two cranes fighting!”

“Wow, really?” The word legend immediately sucking her in, Hiromi’s heart lit up with excitement.

“Yes! She tried hitting a crane with a stick but it kept evading her, and its moves gave her inspiration for a martial art style!”

“Is it typical to have legends like this for the styles?”

“Oh, definitely. And the crane is one of the main symbols in Chinese mythos. There’s a whole concept of animal styles in wushu, named after the most important animal motifs.”

“Are we going to continue practicing or not?” a gloomy Rai intercepted this passionate interchange. Just when it was getting good, too. “She’s not interested in joining the club, right?”

“I could be,” Hiromi retorted, though she was not. If anything, she had just now developed an interest in making a trip to the library – or the internet – for more information on Chinese legends and animal motifs. She was familiar with the zodiac, obviously, but those didn’t include a crane.

“Would you mind starting over?” said Brooklyn who’d appeared from somewhere, at some point, without Hiromi noticing him at all. “So we could join too.” By we, he evidently meant Garland and himself, the only 1-A guys present. The others must have been their seniors.

“Yeah! And Hiromi can watch if she wants. Alright, back in line, boys.” It was rather amusing, watching Mao herd this group of six boys like cattle as they obediently took their positions behind her.

Hiromi sat aside and politely watched them practice the White Crane Style for nearly half an hour, all the while low-key reading some encyclopedia pages on her phone. Then she quietly excused herself; the club was still not done, but she’d already spent more time there than any other club yet.

On her way out, eyes fixed on the article about the legend of Fang Qiniang from the Fujian Province who tried to hit a white crane with a stick, she almost bumped into someone outside the gym doors. It was a boy, one that Hiromi had just seen a couple days earlier, the blond one from the engineering club.

“Sorry,” the two of them told each other in unison; somehow, Max managed to look just as puzzled by her appearance as she was by his, despite his station by a window into the gym with a direct view inside. She’d walked by this interior window only seconds ago.

“What are you doing here?” the question leaped out of her mouth, rather out of surprise than wishing to know.

“Watching,” Max only said with a shrug.

“Oh.” Well, what else was there to say? As if there was some function other than that for a window. “Okay. See you.”

“Yeah, see ya.”

And she walked right past him. Would they even be seeing each other? Hiromi doubted it.

#mayblade #mayblade 2023 #my writing #fic update

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geralddurden · 4 months

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Umbrella Pharmaceuticals - Chapter 27

On a warm, clear morning in June, Alexia and Alfred walked hand in hand along their father. Alexander had warned them that when they were out on the streets, alone or together, they were never to be separated. They were not to trust strangers or enter unfamiliar places. Alfred understood the warning, but not its gravity. He knew about kidnappings and child abusers, but he thought such things only happened to poor children. Until a few days ago, when he went to an art gallery with his cousins, Alexia told him that they too were in danger.

They were looking at a painting of a lonely young woman reaching out towards a house in the distance. Alfred was fascinated by the desolation of the scene. She is helpless, Alexia whispered as they held hands, helpless like us. Alfred asked why, and Alexia replied that it was because they were so small. Alexia's simple answer gave him a surge of sudden self-awareness and he tightened his grip. Alexia moaned and pulled her hand away, but Alfred immediately grabbed her again. Alexia moaned again, feigning anger. Alfred knew that Alexia was upset because she always raised her eyebrows in a very strange way. The expressiveness of her eyebrows contrasted with the relative expressionlessness of her face that he had become accustomed to seeing in his sister and father. To ease the situation, he lowered his force. Alexia's eyebrows returned to their original position, and both twins walked to the next work; to an indeterminate place next to their father and Oswell.

With no better entertainment, both were distracted by watching the indistinguishable insects that flitted along the roadside, around a thin row of bushes that flourished in the lee of a high, stony wall. From time to time, Alexia would point her hand or head at a bug she recognised to tell him a curiosity. Oswell noted that her knowledge was encyclopaedic and joked with Alexander that Alexia might run for prime minister and compete against Thatcher[1] for Downing Street[2]. The elders began to talk about Thatcher.

“I spoke to Mike last night. One million for the pre-campaign and two million for the campaign," said Alexander.

Oswell lit a cigar from his jacket.

“My money is in your hands, Sasha. Do whatever you consider because I trust your family talent to get people to vote for the right party. Is there any word on voting intentions?”

“The Institute has sent me some election polls and it looks like it is; that the scales are tipping towards us.” Alexander glanced at his children, who were crouched around a flower pot.

“Good.” Oswell exhaled a thick breath of humour. “I need Thatcher in government. I need her new economic policy. Without her, we won't make our business much more profitable.”

“What did James tell you?”

“He stays at the training centre. The course I invented has worked and we already have enough demand to set up new editions in more picturesque locations and on our continent.”

“Alexia, don't pull up the plant!” Alexander ordered in Dutch.

“I just wanted to show Alfred the roots," Alexia explained uncompromisingly in the same language.

“Alexia, show your brother the plant without weeding a garden that is not yours," Alexander replied in English.

Oswell laughed.

“Well, well. I'd better not take up any more of your time, lest the young lady make her own floral Guernica in an oversight.” He threw the cigar to the ground and put it out with the toe of his shoe.

“I'm sorry. We were talking about the training courses.”

“I just had to tell you that I've decided to hire a couple of beardless youngsters as heads of research for my lab at the country house in Raccoon City. They're both from James' class.”

“Are you sure?”

“Why not? We need new blood. Kids willing to sell their asses for a decent salary in exchange for living with their mouths shut. Besides, we've run out of reliable people. Bailey is still in Africa and the rest are concentrated in Bonn. We need to start thinking about who and how we're going to hire the new batch of employees to serve at the Paris headquarters. Or do we?”

“I'll put Rachel in touch with the Institute to work on confidentiality contracts and profiling.”

“We need more people and Thatcher has to win. I don't like the way the latest round of T-virus research is going.”

Alexia pushed aside a patch of earth to reveal the roots of an orchid to her brother. Their father didn't seem to be paying attention, so they dug a little deeper and inadvertently pulled out half of the root bundle. In trying to reposition the stem, Alexia was knocked off balance and collided with Alfred. They both fell backwards onto the ground. They heard footsteps behind them.

“Alfred. Alexia.” Alexander named them behind his back.

They both stood up passively. Oswell smiled in amusement.

“Don't be too hard on them, Sasha. They're just little sissies. It's the destiny of the little brats to disregard their father.” Oswell winked.

“Put the plant back," he resolved without further consequence. “They know exactly what they're doing," he muttered.

“Cursed be the one who ignores the meaning of his actions.”

[1] Margaret Thatcher, elected Prime Minister of the United Kingdom in 1979 for the Conservative Party.

[2] 10 Downing Street in London. Official residence of the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom.

#resident evil #alexia ashford #alfred ashford #alexander ashford #oswell e spencer

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tonycamonte · 8 months

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actually freddie life update time ^__^

graduating hs this year (scary) + class started on tuesday ermm im still unemployed... um i went 2 the city just with my friend + nobody else for the first time 2 weeks ago (this sounds ridiculous but you have to understand its an hour and a half commute i live on an island + i cant drive lmao. im just a countryboyy) + she got mad at me because i was so bad at reading the bus schedules ❤️<- guy who has not taken a Big City bus in 11 years. what else i went to another party we had it in the middle of a provincial park and it sucked really bad so i left at 12 but everyone who stayed said it was more fun after that so whoopsie but idgaf it was lame. uhhh i wanted to be in earth science but i ended up in environmental science instead and it was realllly annoying (my teacher was weird + a specific type of hippie i dont really like And it was right after genocide studies so kind of two downers in a row. also she made us watch prince ea videos) so i got my counselor to change me into philosophy 12 but now i regret it because its too hard -__- so that was not smart but whatever. also ive been kind of slightly inactive but for like no reason i just dont feel like it. anyway my best friend came back from the camp she worked at all summer + its bumming me out because i didnt see her + everything + she is always talkin about how she likes her camp friends more than her friends here and its like damaging my fragile little ego............ and i dont have any classes with anyone i know and im LONELY. im so lonely you guys how am i going to survive the rest of my life without my three friends ive had since the dawn of time but also i believe in myself 🕊️ and my best friends are also kind of mean but its like whatever theyre all moving out in 5 to 12 months and theyll all be either in the city or literally on the other side of the planet. supposedly. this was so miserable sorry i am actually doing really good i got into the culinary arts program again + its so fun i love the chefs like our head chef is like top ten people ive ever met in my life hes soooo nice. + i have my favourite english teacher next semester so awesome because i thought id never have him again because i was so incredibly annoying to him in 9th grade. + im smarter now + like marginally more committed to school so maybe i can write an essay that doesnt suck ass this time ! what elseee i graduated french immersion + next year at some point im going to quebec + the us east coast because ive only been to california washington oregon + idaho and im like a fake fan. of the united states of america. also ive never been to another canadian province so really im more a fake fan of canada but thats ok by me. also i have been writing more and im having fun. OKAY THATS ALL I LOVE YOU FOREVER ESPECIALLY IF YOU READ THIS GOOBYE !!!!!

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ellzblue · 2 years

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Reread fence and heres things I forget:

Nick's a shithead that gets into fights, and gets his ass kicked. Boy scrappy.

Aiden was at regionals but none of his own matches..wack

Correction all of kings row are shitheads except bobby and kally

They ...all live on the same floor. Weird. Kally and tanner are floor below but still.

Robert is like 57 at the start of the series, if he graduated in 1980.

There's colored lineart in volume two, adds spice

Ah yes the 'i hate you but imma tell you all about my day.' love

Staring at the line work like yes I recognize that technical brush...but what are your settings

Seiji does but tanner doesn't, know what a Cuisinart is. Seiji called tanner an emotional Cuisinart wtf kinda insult.

The belief seijis not rude is entirely book based, he's an ass. And he wears high tops to lift in. Loser.

Ofc the #1 ranked is the bitch ass white boi

The worst school? Y'all ranked 17th are there only 17 schools in Connecticut? Is this private school state? Or are there that few fencing programs in the state. I've never cared or questioned about Connecticut this much.

"he's the most famous fencer" "would u shut up about Jesse?" "Oh so you u kno him now???"

Scrappy but still clocked by the rich boy

Kally has two mom's and tanners fam is ginger punks

"I'm proud of you" screaming

There he is! My boy. Jesse!

You cannot read Seiji and Jesse as anyrhing but exes. Like dudes everyone can see y'all. Why does he have a panel of just saying "on top?" No.. they aren't implying...no. but yes.

Mama labao called Eugenes ass out after Seijis critique. Bless her

I'm sorry but as a coach if I heard this 16yr old emotionally constipated kid go off about teamwork isn't a thing? Bruh sit yo ass down

Ilove Hartley. Good captain. Short king at 4'11". Not even in the 5' club

And this has been a live reading commentary. I could pop off more about the art but it'll mostly be keysmahses and screaming about the lineart. Johanna the mad has great line work.

#fence comic #fence comic spoilers

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2jaeh · 3 years

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FREAKS I JUNG JAEHYUN

genre: slight humor, smut, very mature themes

warnings: cheating, slight corruption kink, poly themes, cursing, foreplay, just overall based around hooking up, weed and alcohol

preppy!Jaehyun, Badgirl!reader, bff!Taeyong bff!Ten, Jaehyunxreader, slight taeyongxreader, slight taeyongxten and tenxjohnny,

mentions of Yuta, Hendery and Johnny.

words: 8k

You had always gotten what you wanted, whether it be a hookup, an exclusive invitation or riling up people you hated. But the one thing you wanted most was Jung Jaehyun, the preppy boy who always did what he was told and followed closely behind his girlfriend. You would do anything to ruin him and have your name be the only one that escaped his lips.

A/N: okay so I just want to point out that I don't condone cheating or manipulative methods of any sort. The reader, Ten and Taeyong are very confident sexually with other people, and each other.

0. prequel (taeyong x ten x reader)

1. Freaks pt 1

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This was so out of your character but you just wanted him. You didn’t care if he wasn’t yours to take, you needed him.

Your eyes lifted as the lecture room began to fill in and you unconsciously searched for that tuft of brown hair and set of dimples. You felt your heartbeat speed up when you saw him find his seat two rows down from you, completely oblivious to your staring.

“Still going crazy for Jung Jaehyun I see” you heard a familiar voice sing behind you as they scooted into their seat.

“Ten please shut up someone could’ve heard you”

“Babe I’d be extremely surprised if someone in this room didn’t know you had the hots for Jaehyun” Ten stuck his tongue out, pulling out his textbook from his backpack.

You rolled your eyes knowing your best friend was probably right. You had been crushing on Jaehyun since you laid eyes on him a few months ago after attending one of his basketball games and when he dropped in the winning shot you were fucking hooked.

The only problem was that Jaehyun had a girlfriend, a long term one at that. You didn’t understand what he saw in her. Apart from her looks, she was quite abrasive and had a habit of making everyone around her feel like shit. Jaehyun on the other hand was a sweetheart. He tried his best to meet everyone’s expectations and was able to adapt in many different social circles.

Anyone else knew that going after someone who was in a relationship was a dick move, and you did get to an extent, the whole respectful bullshit or whatever. But you and Ten being the assholes that you were, thought that if there was an opening, it’s not as solid as it should be.

“It’s simple” Ten said as the two of you grabbed ice coffee at the campus cafe, “other people usually just go head on and flirt with someone right off the bat”

He took a sip of his drink and hummed,

“You need to play the field, you need to make them realize that their options are open.”

“Very insightful Dr. Lee” you laughed and hooked arms with him, making your way over to a table that was covered by a cherry blossom tree.

You and Ten noticed Jaehyun and his girlfriend emerge from the lecture hall hand in hand as she pulled him over to her pretentious group of friends.

“I want him so fucking bad” you groaned as you continued watching him be happy with someone else.

“Who wants who so bad ?” You heard a giggle and Taeyong, your other close friend made his way over to your table.

“The never ending Jaehyun and y/n saga” Ten mused, making space for Taeyong on the bench.

“Not him again” Taeyong took a sip of your coffee, “why do you always like those preppy guys ?”

“He’s not preppy! He’s like us! You guys just don’t know the real him” you argued, your eyes still filled with stars as you watched him remove his jacket and flex his arms in his plain white tee.

“Like us?” Taeyong pointed toward Ten, “Ten has fucked half of the swim team and four of them are still trying to get in a relationship with him.”

You snickered as Ten seemed proud of his achievements, smoothing out his hair and smirked, “I find my true love in different ways okay.”

The three of you laughed at Tens words but Taeyongs words didn’t bother you. In no way were you like Ten. You didn’t bother with people you weren’t interested in emotionally let alone physically. Jaehyun was the only spark in your eye and the only person on the entire campus that you wanted.

“Anyway there’s a party tonight at Taeil’s place you guys wanna go ?” Taeyong looked between you and Ten for an answer.

“Yeah fuck it” you responded, popping a piece of ice into your mouth.

“Let’s just get hammered and maybe y/n will realize there’s other men out there other than Jung Jaehyun” Ten pinched your arm to snap you out of another daydream.

You hoped his words were true. You really hoped you could get out of this rut.

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The cab pulled up at a frat house and the three of you jumped out, dressed up in outfits people were bound to stare down at. This was what you loved most about Ten and Taeyong. There’s no pretending, no reason to hide your true personality in order to please others. You three had fun dressing the way you want, doing whatever the hell you wanted with whomever you wanted.

“Hey y/n if you looking for someone to help you forget...I’m always available” Taeyong growled in your ear as he grabbed your ass.

“Down boy” Ten patted Taeyong’s back as he pulled out a cigarette.

The three of you were quite comfortable sexually with each other too. There had been many drunken nights where your lips were on Taeyong or Ten or Ten and Taeyong on each other. Many people on campus spoke about your scandalous friendship but to you guys it was very natural.

“I’m gonna get us drinks” Taeyong disappeared into the crowd as strangers already started approaching Ten from different directions. You were a bit more lowkey than they were and preferred to stick to the shadows and hang out with the more obscure personalities campus had to offer.

You had found Hendery, one of your art major friends standing against the wall, nodding his head to the music as he dragged in what looked like a blunt.

“Hendery!” You poked him cutely and he pulled you into a tight hug, engulfing you with his marijuana fumes.

“Hey y/n you enjoying yourself ?” He smiled sweetly, his character always being chilled out.

“I’m good” you took the blunt and placed it to your lips as you took in a long pull. Hendery’s stuff was weak but good enough to make you relax under the loud music and bodies of people.

You leaned up against the wall and noticed a familiar face on the far end of the room, beer in hand and nodding his head to the music.

It was Jung Jaehyun.

Your first instinct was to search for his stupid girlfriend but you quickly realized that she and her friends were not at this party.

What the hell was he doing at a place like this ?

You had no idea whether it was the weed or the clouded room but you felt his eyes on you for a brief second, before taking a sip of his drink and brought his gaze back.

‘Fuck he was so hot’ you thought, unconsciously biting down on your lip and squeezing your thighs together.

Jaehyun was dressed in a loose black tee and fitted jeans. His brown hair was messy and his lips seemed swollen from wetting them too much.

Your feet began moving. You maneuvered your way through the crowd and kept your gaze on him until you now stood in front of Jung Jaehyun, the man you have been desperately wanting for two months.

“Hey there” you moved next to him on the wall casually, “you’re in my business class right?”

“Oh yeah you sit in the back ?” Jaehyun replied with a smile and held out his hand, “I’m Jaehyun”

You took his hand in yours and felt a shiver down your spine at the contact.

“I’m y/n, it’s nice to meet you Jaehyun” you replied as your eyes drifted down to his lips, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you at a party like this before ?”

Jaehyun narrowed his eyes at you and chuckled shyly,

“I came here with my basketball friends, you do these kind of parties often ?”

“Yeah most of my friends are here, I was surprised to see a good boy like you here” you kept your eyes focused on the crowd even though you clearly felt Jaehyun shift by your choice of words.

“A good boy?” He lifted his eyebrow.

“Yeah well you’re not friends with my friends and we’re quite bad....I assume you’re one of the good ones” you mused, running your fingers through your hair.

You felt Jaehyuns eyes fall on you briefly, “you don’t seem...bad though”

“That’s because you don’t know me Jaehyun” you smiled sweetly and looked up at him, “can I get your number ? Maybe you can hang out with me and my friends sometime”

Jaehyun shifted awkwardly holding onto his phone but despite having a few drinks he still felt a sense of guilt.

“I - um have a girlfriend,” he said under his breath.

“Jaehyun I asked for your number to hang out at a party like this” you turned to him and pursed your lips, “I don’t have a problem with getting dick if that’s what you’re insinuating”

You watched as he waved his hand, clearly embarrassed and handed you his phone, “I’m sorry I just- here”

Taking his phone you added your number in and sent a text in order to save his number into your phone and handed it back,

“Thanks, I’ll see you around I guess”

Jaehyun watched you disappear into the crowd and he felt his ears heat up after the encounter, you had him in the palm of your hand within minutes.

You already knew he’d be watching. You found Taeyong in the crowd and Taeyong being Taeyong already had his hands on your waist, turning your body so your back was against his chest. You rested your head on his shoulder as he rocked his hips against your ass, placing a soft kiss on your neck as you swayed to the music.

Taeyong knew what you were doing too. He already saw you talk to Jaehyun earlier on and he was more than happy to help his best friend out.

You didn’t bother looking at Jaehyun while you danced with Taeyong but Taeyong did. He kept his eyes on Jaehyun as he marked you as his, biting into your shoulder as his free hand found the lining of your crop top and pushed his hand under your shirt.

Jaehyun bit down on his lip, trying his best to look away as you were completely lost in Taeyongs touch. He realized that you were very different to him indeed, clearly unbothered by what people thought of you.

Even if he were single, he didn’t think he had it in him to make you feel the Taeyong did right now.

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After a long night the three of you headed back to Ten’s dorm room. Crashing onto his bed and pulling off your boots, you sighed deeply as the headache from the party began to set in.

“Hey thank you for that tonight Tae” you winked at Taeyong who was spread out on the floor shirtless, trying to order food.

“The least you could’ve done was help out my damn boner” Taeyong scoffed, “I nearly exploded at the party y/n”

“Was that for Jaehyun?” Ten asked, sitting at his vanity and removed his eye makeup.

“Mmm” you groaned and hugged Ten’s pillow, “I have his number now, not sure if he has the guts to text though since Taeyong was practically fucking me in front of him”

“Hey” Taeyong protested and sat up, “he watched the whole damn thing, he was probably into it.”

Ten tossed you an oversized tee before joining you in bed, “maybe our Jaehyun is a bad boy after all” he teased.

You shook your head and shrugged out of your party clothes and threw on Tens shirt, sinking into the bed and opened Jaehyuns contact.

Ping!

JJH: When’s the next party ?

Holy shit.

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You decided to leave Jaehyun on read for the weekend. On the inside you were screaming but you had to keep your composure. You remembered what Ten had said, ‘you need to find that hole, make them realize their options are open.’

It was already Monday and you had to see Jaehyun face to face for the first time since the party. You walked into the lecture and he was already there, seated up front and his eyes lit up when he saw you walk through the doors.

He shot you a nervous smile and a small wave, making sure it was subtle enough for the people around him to not notice.

As much as you wanted to stare back you kept your eyes focused on the lecture slides in front of you, knowing very well that Jaehyun had turned back for the third time in 30 minutes to look at you.

“Baby boy is thirsty” Ten smirked, leaning into you as he watched Jaehyun turn around again, flustered at Ten staring him down. You playfully nudged Ten, “you're scaring him,” Ten chuckled at your words and returned to his work as you yourself felt a bit bashful that Jung Jaehyun was finally paying attention to you.

Class had ended and you walked over to the usual spot, Taeyong was already sprawled out on the bench taking in the afternoon sunlight. “Do you even try to act normal ?” Ten knocked Taeyong’s leg out of the way and flicked his exposed nipple.

“Ow don't do that it turns me on” he whined,

“Everything turns you on Taeyong'' you giggled and placed a kiss on his cheek before taking a seat next to him. Taeyong growled and pulled you closer to him, straddling the bench, placing his legs on either side of you. Sometimes you wondered what people thought of the three of you. Ten had mentioned once that someone on the swim team thought you guys were in a polyamorous relationship. As much as all three of you fooled around there was only one hookup that led to a threesome, but that was a story for another day.

“I still haven't texted him back” you spoke, stuffing a piece of banana muffin in your mouth.

“I thought you wanted to jump this guy” Taeyong scoffed.

“He’s still in a relationship and even told me so that night” you explained looking over to where Jaehyun was seated with the rest of the preppy business students and his girlfriend, “If he was drunk enough to stay faithful that means I don't have an opening yet.”

“Is that why he keeps looking over here while sitting next to his girlfriend ?”

Taeyong’s words made you look up and ofcourse Jaehyun was looking over at you despite having an arm around his girlfriend. This time it was less subtle than in the lecture room. He talked with his friends but you had his full attention, making sure to look over at your table every few minutes.

“If it isn't my favorite polygamists” a low voice bellowed from behind Ten and the three of you looked up and realized it was Ten’s boy of the semester, Johnny Suh.

“It's really weird when you call us that you know?” Ten rolled his eyes as Johnny hugged him from behind and slid into the seat next to him. Johnny followed your eyes over to where Jaehyun sat and smirked, “Jaehyun ? seriously? You're literally too hot to be chasing someone as boring as him y/n”

“Shut up he is not boring” you popped another piece of the muffin in your mouth.

You studied Jaehyun as you noticed his girlfriend tried to bring his attention back to her conversation, completely unaware that her boyfriend was looking at another girl. Why would she ? She had everything. The perfect grades, the perfect face and body, and the perfect boyfriend. Jaehyun took a look at his beautiful girlfriend as she spoke, he knew why he liked her and why their relationship worked but why did he feel as if he were missing out. His eyes drifted again to that table at the back where the art students sat. They always seemed to have the best time despite half the campus avoiding them or calling them weird for being themselves. A part of him wished he was free to do that too. He was deeply interested in music and the arts, but was scared to share his tastes as he didnt want to be an outcast to his friends. Jaehyun shifted in his seat as he watched that blonde haired guy from the party wrap his hands around your waist, freely caressing your skin in front of everyone as you nonchalantly ate your lunch.

Arin, Jaehyun’s girlfriend stopped her conversation and followed her boyfriend's eyes to the table at the back.

“Urgh those freaks have no shame, imagine what their parents would think of them” she pulled her face as her friends hummed in agreement.

“The other day I saw the black haired guy and Johnny from the basketball team making out in the bleachers” another girl said and Jaehyun noticed Johnny, one of his team mates sitting comfortably with the small black haired boy he always saw you with during your business lecture.

“T-that reminds me I need to tell Johnny about the meeting today” Jaehyun scratched the back of his head, he didn't know why he wanted to go over there but he was curious to know what you all were like during a campus setting.

Arin took a sip of her ice latte and flipped her golden brown hair over her shoulder, “can't you just text him ?”

Jaehyun cleared his throat and found himself standing up, throwing his satchel over his shoulder,

“He doesn't answer his texts, I'll be about five minutes.”

Jaehyun gently stroked Arin’s head as she just shrugged, not really finding him suspicious. Why would Jaehyun be interested in people like that ? He was a good guy and he felt most comfortable with her and their circle of friends.

Meanwhile at your table you four were in deep discussion about Johnny’s little halloween get together.

“Why are you only inviting 20 people ?” Taeyong’s eyebrows knitted together, “that's not a party that's a meeting.”

“Because Taeyong, I want it to be an intimate vibe you know” Johnny answered and gestured with his arms in the air, “I cant stand half of this fucking campus and I just want to hang out with the people I actually give a shit about”

“You only met us like a month ago, how did we make the cut?” You raised your eyebrow at him and smirked.

Ten stood up and threw his hands around Johnny and kissed his forehead, “That's because he met me and realized we're the coolest people on campus” Johnny smiled bashfully, completely smitten by Ten as he nodded, “It's true.”

“Uhm Hi..” The four of you stopped your conversation to look at Jaehyun who stood at your table, hands in his pocket, pressing his lips together nervously which made his dimples more prominent.

“Whats up Jae ?” Johnny greeted as the rest of you exchanged a few glances.

Jaehyun briefly looked over at you but he quickly looked away thanks to Taeyong who was placing open mouth kisses on your neck. You smiled to yourself as Jaehyun squirmed uncomfortably, much like everyone that was ever in the presence of you three. Except Johnny ofcourse, he was a weird one.

“I just came over to let you know that we have a basketball meeting at 3 today” Jaehyun spoke in a surprisingly calm tone.

“Oh cool thanks for letting me know man” Johnny played the part of the oblivious friend really well, “By the way this is Ten, thats y/n and the guy practically having her for lunch is Taeyong.”

Taeyong looked up and smiled at Jaehyun and you squeezed his knee, preventing him from doing or saying anything stupid when Jaehyun broke the silence,

“Oh yeah I actually know Ten and y/n from my business lecture” Jaehyun spoke as his eyes met yours.

Ten noticed the tension between you two and a menacing smirk spread across his face, “Well since we all know each other you should come to Johnny's halloween party Jaehyun”

“Halloween party ?” Jaehyun repeated,

“Yeah you should come along, I mean you were asking when is the next party” you added and Jaehyun felt his ears heat up at your words. He had no idea why it felt almost promiscuous just talking to you.

“I'll let you know the details after the meeting, oh and you're free to bring your girl if you want” Johnny grinned and you don't know why, but his words felt like a stab in the chest.

You all watched Jaehyun nod shyly and retreat back to his friends as the rest of you turned your heads to face Johnny. “Hey I just wanted to let him know that he could,” Johnny stated, raising his hands up to defend himself.

“Well I guess if he does bring her then he’s not interested in you, and if he doesn't….” Ten’s words trailed off as you bit down your lip and you watched Jaehyun turn back to look at you before sitting down next to Arin.

“I guess we shall see” you murmured.

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It was the next day you had just finished all your classes and decided to spend a relaxing evening alone at your dorm. You got into an old band shirt and underwear after a steaming shower and jumping on your bed ready to navigate through your social media.

Ping!

Your phone vibrated and your eyes gleamed at the sight of Jaehyuns name blinking across the screen.

JJH: hey

JJH: so....like how many people are going to this party ?

You lingered on his open message for a while but decided to reply to him this time instead of leading him on.

Y/n: I think Johnny said about 20 people...it’s very small.

JJH: oh I see.

JJH: you’re going with your...boyfriend right ?

Y/n: boyfriend ?

JJH: I think his name is Taeyong

Your lips curled into a smirk. Jaehyun was definitely curious about your relationship with Taeyong, and it could mean he was trying to figure out more about you.

y/n: Taeyong is not my boyfriend

You looked at the three dots that signaled he was typing, it seemed to take a while before your phone finally vibrated again.

JJH: oh, I see. Uhm so do we have to dress up ?

Y/N: yeah ! It’s a Halloween party Ofcourse we have to, did Johnny not tell you ?

JJH: I don’t fully believe anything he says so I just wanted a second opinion.

Y/n: well dress up, or else I’ll be very disappointed Jaehyun...

Another moment of silence this time it was longer than the last one. Finally your phone lit up and Jaehyuns name popped up,

JJH: what are you wearing ?

JJH: I mean like to the party not right now

JJH: like costume ....

JJH: that message came out so weird I’m sorry

You giggled to yourself wishing you were there with him to see his ears redden and him stumble over his words as he got nervous around you. God he was so fucking cute.

y/n: it’s a surprise !

JJH: oh I see..

y/n: I’m sure you and Arin can figure something out, anyways I gotta go...I’ll see you around Jae.

Jaehyun's eyes narrowed on your message. He felt an adrenaline rush while he texted you. To him, you were the coolest girl on campus and he couldn’t believe you even bothered to text him back.

But then his shoulders dropped when he saw Arins name. It was like a dark cloud looming over his head. He had no idea if he should let Arin know about the party, it’s not like she’d agree to come anyway, did that mean he shouldn’t go too ?

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It was finally the evening of the party and you Taeyong and Ten decided to get ready at your dorm. Ten scoffed as Taeyong emerged from the bathroom in red leather pants and a black harness that covered his bare chest.

“You're supposed to wear a costume you know ?” Ten raised his eyebrow as Taeyong strutted around the room looking like a red light district stripper.

“I AM in costume baby, i'm a devil” Taeyong pouted and placed a pair of novelty devil horns on his head.

“Fuck if this Jaehyun thing really doesn't work out I want a piece of that” you licked your lips as Taeyong’s smirk grew, “I told you all you gotta say when and where” he purred.

“y/n I know you love fucking around with twinks but can you please concentrate on the task at hand ?” Ten grumbled and pushed his phone in front of you, waving Jaehyuns instagram in front of your face.

You bit down on your lip as you noticed Jaehyun posted a semi shirtless picture for the first time and the comments were absolutely wild. Many people thought he was hacked and the others were just asking him to jump them. You also noticed a lot of people tagging Arin under the thirst comments which she replied simply with a like.

“You think he is gonna show up tonight and bring her ?” you pouted while applying a coat of lip gloss.

“Either way baby we will have a good time, I'll guarantee you that” Ten stroked your head before heading to the bathroom to prep his costume. You shimmied into your zombie cheerleader costume, ignoring Taeyong’s whistles as he caught a glimpse of your lacy two piece set. The only person you wanted to see your newly bought lingerie was Jaehyun.

Ten finally emerged from the bathroom in an all black shiny leather pants with a matching crop top long sleeve. He looked absolutely delicious with his hair gelled back and his dark eye make-up accentuated his cat-like eyes.

“And what the fuck are you supposed to be?” you chuckled, mouth still gaping as you took in his gorgeous figure.

“Im a cat!” Ten posed cutely, turning his hands into cat paws and brought them up to his face.

“You look like a dominatrix” Taeyong snorted, earning a flick on the forehead from Ten.

You stood up and smoothed out your extremely short skirt as you slipped into your hot pink platform boots. You were going for a cute zombie cheerleader, tearing up a bit of your clothes gave you an excuse to show a bit of that expensive lingerie.

“Is my outfit okay ?” you chewed on your bottom lip as you turned to face Ten and Taeyong.

“Babe I've never seen you this nervous before” Ten groaned as he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind. It's true, you were a very confident person but you were so clued up on what attracted Jaehyun and what didn't that you began second guessing yourself constantly.

“I...I just want him to like me” You played with the hem of your shirt, when you felt Taeyong stand up and approach the two fo you.

“If he doesn't like you, for you...then he isn't worth it” Taeyong patted your head and his other hand grabbed Ten’s shoulder, pulling the both of you into a tight hug. It felt good knowing you always had them, they were your soulmates, your ride or die, they meant the absolute world to you.

“If it all doesn't work out lets come back here and fuck” Taeyong whispered and you pushed him off playfully, while Ten pulled his face as he returned to his vanity, “classic Taeyong” he shook his head.

The three of you arrived at Johnny’s apartment and you could already hear the chill hip hop playlist vibrating against the door. Ten rolled his eyes as he punched in the door code, “I’ll have to do something about that music,” he tutted, as the three of you walked in greeted by your usual group of friends.

There were a few of Johnny’s basketball mates, the cool ones who snuck around smoking weed with the stoners. You nodded at the familiar faces, Yuta the resident tattoo artist from fourth year, Hendery the distributor from your year and Chaeyoung from Ten’s fashion design class.

Everyone seemed to be in costume, you didn't expect anything less from a group of creatives. Suddenly Johnny emerged from the kitchen holding a few bottles when his eyes lit up at the sight of Ten. Johnny shoved the drinks to an unsuspecting man and jogged over while you and Taeyong tried to stifle your laughter.

“Johnny darling what are you supposed to be dressed as?” Ten mused as his eyes narrowed on Johnny’s selection of outfit.

“Im Tony the Tiger baby!” Johnny flexed, obviously amused by his own outfit as he spun around in his tiger onesie.

“You didn't tell us Johnny was a furry” Taeyong teased as Ten backhanded his abdomen. You could tell that Ten liked Johnny unlike his usual flings. If any of the others pulled this type of stunt he would have walked straight out of this party and called over a side piece.

“Okay Tony the Tiger, can you take a picture of me and my loves for the gram ?” Ten mused and handed his phone over to Johnny. The three of you posed sexily as Johnny hyped you all up, capturing every angle possible. Ten immediately updated the picture to instagram and the likes and comments immediately flew in, asking what party you guys were at. This was how it always was. Nobody wanted to be friends with you guys but nobody wanted to miss out on your adventures together.

Jaehyun took a look at himself in the mirror, adorning his basketball outfit and topped it off with a sweatband around his head. “This is fucking dumb” he thought, second guessing using his team outfit as a halloween costume. The problem was he was told on such short notice that he couldn't really prepare for it. What if their idea of halloween was just dressing up normally, or what if they went all out and he would be the only one in a basic costume ?

Jaehyun sucked in a deep breath as he took a seat on his bed and scrolled through his feed to settle his nerves. While scrolling he noticed one of his friends shared Ten’s post to his story, and immediately clicked it, sucking on his bottom lip as the picture of the three of you unfolded.

You guys were in a different league indeed. Unbelievably confident in your outfits, knowing that everyone was wishing for a chance to be with one of you. Jaehyun’s eyes drifted to you and he felt his breathing hitch, feeling like a prepubescent teen looking at a girl for the first time.

A knock at the door jolted him out of his thoughts and he opened the door to Arin accompanied by three of their friends. Arin reached up and placed a soft kiss on Jaehyun’s lips before entering his dorm and taking a seat on his bed.

“Why are you in your basketball uniform ?” Arin questioned as she scrolled through her phone.

“I...Am going to attend a party..” Jaehyun scratched the back of his head as all eyes were on him. A boy named Minhyuk, Jaehyun knew through Arin cocked his head in confusion, “You're going to a party wearing your uniform ?”

“It's a costume party, I was invited by Johnny” Jaehyun replied to him yet his eyes were Arin waiting for a response. Arin looked up at him and scrunched up her nose, “aren't all those freaks at that party ?”

“Yeah well I'm going for the team, If you want. you can come along” Jaehyun didn't even try to sound convincing, there was no way he wanted Arin or any of his business class friends accompanying him tonight. It didn't have anything to do with you or his odd attraction to the group, it was rather a test for himself, he wanted to see if that kinda lifestyle was what he was craving.

“I’ll pass” Arin chuckled dryly and grabbed her purse before placing a peck on Jaehyuns cheek, “you go for a bit darling, I know it's a team thing, when you're bored come find us at the country club wine night.”

Jaehyun watched everyone leave his dorm and he sighed deeply, still feeling like he lied even though he completely told Arin the truth about his future whereabouts.

“Where is the loverboy ?” Johnny nudged you as you poured yourself another shot of vodka and redbull. You shrugged already deciding on not keeping your hopes up when you heard one of Johnny's frat buffoons scream Jaehyun's name. Spinning on your heels you turned toward the entrance and noticed his shy frame greeting the guys from the basketball team.

“He wore his basketball uniform, Oh my God” Ten snickered along with Taeyong and Johnny.

“He looks hot shut up” You bit down on your lip as your eyes locked with his and he made his way over to you. Jaehyun ruffled his hair as he mumbled a few hellos to Taeyong and Ten before giving Johnny a handshake.

“Glad you made it man, Arin here too ?” Johnny threw his arm around Jaehyun and shoved a beer in his hands. Jaehyun shook his head and took a sip of his beer, “nah it's just me” he spoke and looked over at you. On the outside you probably looked composed but on the inside you were screaming victories. Ten could definitely see the excitement and shot you a wink before clearing his throat,

“Well now that you're here we can finally play spin the bottle!”

“S-spin the bottle ?” Jaehyun chewed on his lip nervously,

“Yeah but like just a few of us come on let's go to Johnny's room” Ten hooked arms with Johnny as he grabbed a few more drinks for you guys to enjoy in privacy.

Jaehyun waited until you were left and the two of you made your way down the hallway to Johnny’s room. You brushed against his bare arm as you walked and looked up at him, “I love your costume, very original” you chuckled and Jaehyun blushed.

“It was short notice, I look stupid but you on the other hand” Jaehyun’s eyes drifted over your figure, “y-you look amazing”

“Thank you Jaehyun.”

You entered the room and noticed Ten had collected Yuta, Hendery, Chaeyoung and one of the fourth years Seungyoun to play the game with the rest of you. Taeyong raised his eyebrow as everyone took a seat in a circle, “Did Ten handpick players for a game or an orgy ?”

Everybody chuckled but Jaehyun shifted awkwardly in the seat next to you. You placed a reassuring hand on his arm and his eyes darted to you, looking like a lost puppy,

“He tends to speak rubbish just ignore him” you smiled. Jaehyun nodded and pressed his lips together as Ten cleared his throat in order for everyone to pay attention,

“Okay please keep the dares spicy but not too spicy we have some taken people in the circle”

Jaehyun looked around the room and noticed the girl called Chaeyoung thank Ten for his words, making him a bit more comfortable that he wasn't the only one in a relationship playing this game. Ten was the first to spin and the bottle landed on Hendery, who was in the middle of lighting a blunt.

“What me first ?” he whined and gave Ten his best puppy eyes in order to go easy on him.

Ten licked his lips and looked around the room, “I dare you to swop boxers with Seungyoun”

The room filled with whistles and disgusted noises as Johnny pointed to his en suite bathroom for the exchange to go down. You all watched as Hendery and Seungyoun disappeared into the bathroom for a good ten minutes and emerged with Seungyoun adjusting his crotch area clearly irritated.

“His fucking boxers are too tight” Seungyoun groaned while the rest of you laughed at his complaints.

Hendery spun the bottle and it landed on you, which made you feel a little at ease as Hendery wasn't the meanest person you knew.

“Do a body shot off of Yuta’s bare body” he said returning to light his precious blunt.

Yuta tore his shirt off within seconds and lay in the middle of the circle with a lemon slice in his mouth. Jaehyun had no fucking idea what a body shot was but he felt his heartbeat speed up as he watched you sprinkle a line of salt down Yuta’s abs and straddle his lap confidently. He had never seen people be this comfortable with each other, he barely even uttered a word of his sex life to any of his friends.

“Yuta get your hand off y/n’s thigh” Taeyong snapped, as Yuta smirked still licking the lemon slice that was placed between his teeth.

You chugged back the shot of tequila and pinned Yuta’s wrists to the floor as your tongue slowly licked up the salt from his body. Jaehyun watched everything intently, you were a pro, so natural and experienced with things like this. He unconsciously licked his lips as you retrieved the lemon slice from Yuta’s mouth, your tongues touching for a brief second before you climbed off him and returned to your seat.

“My turn” you sang and spun the bottle which landed on Johnny. He shot you a dashing smile still sitting in his tiger onesie with his arms wrapped around Ten.

“Since you want to be part of our group so bad, here's an initiation..Kiss Taeyong” you smirked as Johnny’s mouth dropped and Ten burst into a fit of laughter.

Taeyong shrugged and raised his eyebrow at Johnny, to him shit like this didn't phase him at all. Johnny slowly crawled over to Taeyong and hesitantly leaned in, his huge frame comically shaking in front of the small man. Johnny placed a finger under Taeyongs chin and kissed him softly for about a minute until he yelled and stood up,

“He stuck his tongue in my mouth!” Johnny whined,

“And ? How else do you kiss ?” Taeyong rolled his eyes and wiped his lips as the bigger man continued throwing a fit until Ten calmed him down,

“It's your turn baby”

Johnny frowned but spun the bottle, this time it landed on Jaehyun who now sat upright as everyone's eyes were now on him.

“Please go easy on him” you mused and rubbed Jaehyun’s back in order to calm him down.

“Uh...it's okay I can handle it” Jaehyun responded with a small smile and looked up at Johnny.

“Okay” Johnny began, “because you're my homie all you gotta do is take off your shirt and keep it that way for the rest of the game.”

Jaehyun felt the tension as he got to his feet and caressed the hem of his shirt. Everyone watched in anticipation as he slowly lifted his shirt, quickly pushing it over his head and discarded it behind him. You marvelled at his toned body, wishing everyone else were not in the room so you could jump him. Heck everybody could watch, you wanted him so bad.

Everyone whistled as Jaehyun took his seat and his cheeks reddened slightly, he couldn't believe he was sitting shirtless with a group of people he barely knew.

The game went on with various pairings taking part in stupid dares until Johnny called the end to the game because he wanted all of you to socialize with everyone else on the outside but you all knew he just wanted everyone out of his bedroom so he could fuck Ten.

The party moved on and you found yourself lingering in the hallway just sipping on your drink when you noticed Jaehyun watching you from a few feet away. You shot him a smile, giving him an invitation to join you and he finally gathered the courage to do so.

“Hey” Jaehyun smiled and leaned on the wall opposite you. His eyes would briefly move to your body and each time he would mentally scold himself which you noticed and found amusing.

“You know Jaehyun if you find me attractive it's not a crime” you smirked,

“What's in my mind feels like a crime though”

“Oh?” you cocked your head to the side, “and what's on your mind?”

Jaehyun blushed and bit down on his lip, “you don't want to know”

This was it, the opening. You slowly walked over to Jaehyun and when he didn't move you moved even closer, just a few inches away from his body. Jaehyun gulped as he watched you lick your lips seductively and your dark eyes looked up at him.

“Do you want to show me ?” you purred and ghosted your fingers lightly across his bicep.

“Fuck I want to….but”

You placed your index finger to your lips and shook your head, “There's a reason you came over here Jaehyun, and if you cared about your relationship you wouldn't allow me to be this close right now”

You pushed yourself up on your toes and placed your lips against his ear, “I’ll give you one last chance, tell me no and walk out of this party, go back to her and forget about me or stay and show me what's on that dirty mind of yours.”

Jaehyun felt goosebumps on his skin, he had never felt this way with anyone in his entire life. With Arin their sex life was pretty vanilla and whenever he would try to spice it up, she would shut him down and say she wasn't interested. But here with you, he was hard as rock just by your words. He couldn't even imagine what it probably felt like to have you bent over and him have his way with you. The only thing on his mind was ruining your pretty make-up as he took you from behind.

You moved closer again, challenging him in order to make up his mind but he surprised you by licking his lips as he looked down at you with hungry eyes. Within seconds your lips were attached to his and you felt dizzy with ecstasy. He was sweeter than you dreamed and he matched your desperation as he caressed your face groaning into the kiss finally releasing his pent up stress.

You pulled away and Jaehyun whined already missing your lips and you giggled cutely, “before I continue I do want to say that I do like you Jaehyun like fucking really like you”

“You like me ? why? Aren't I too boring for you” his eyes looked at you puzzled. You grabbed his hand and led him into the free bedroom next to Johnny's room and locked the door behind you, drowning out the noise from the party.

“Yeah I like you and no you're not boring you're one of us, I know it”

Jaehyun felt flushed, he somehow felt he was included in something he had always been missing. Despite all the sexual innuendos and the drugs sex and alcohol lifestyle that became the brand of the group he saw something more. Everyone was comfortable and nobody judged him here. Sure he didn't fit in and they could've easily outcast him like the prep group would've, but everyone was so nice to him. On top of all of that he was incredibly attracted to you, and now that you had confessed to him he only wanted you more.

From the first night you approached him he was floored. He wished he swapped places with Taeyong just to make you feel like you were on cloud 9. He loved how unapologetically yourself you were and all he wanted was to learn from you. Learn more about himself and explore freely without feeling boxed in.

“Fuck y/n I like you too, from the moment I laid eyes on you I wanted you” Jaehyun groaned and placed his hands on your shoulders, “I’ll deal with Arin right now if you want me too, Im yours.”

You bit down on your lip and pulled him closer by his waistband as he noticed your eyes darken under the dimmed lights,

“No….I kinda wanna fuck you while she thinks she still has you” You mewled, and licked your lips.

Your words made Jaehyun go crazy and his lips were back on yours this time rougher than before. He practically ripped open your skirt as you rid yourself of your boots,

“Shit fuck im sorry I’ll buy you another” he cursed and you chuckled leading him over to the bed. You discarded his shirt and basketball shorts, purring at the sight of his greek statue-like physique. Jaehyun helped you out of your shirt and ran his large hands over your breasts and lower back as you straddled him. This exchange was different for you too. Many hookups were just filled with lust but none had this type of passion and desperation. There were moments where you and Jaehyun would just exchange gazes, completely in awe of the other person.

You ran your fingers below the waistband of his boxers and felt his hardened member twitch at your touch. Jaehyun moaned into your ears as you teased him, stroking him gently while nipping away at his neck. “You gonna be a good boy and let me mark you ?” you cooed and Jaehyun whined in response, turning his head allowing you to turn his pale skin purple.

“Baby Arin is gonna see what i've done to your neck, should I stop?”

“No please dont...stop” Jaehyun squirmed underneath you completely under your spell.

You pulled down Jaehyun’s boxers and watched his member spring up and hit his abdomen. You quickly rid yourself of your bra and panties and rolled onto your back, spreading your legs and turned your head to Jaehyun,

“Show me how much you want me baby, show me what you were thinking about earlier on” you moaned and Jaehyun thought he was going to explode just by how needy you were for him.

Jaehyun sat up and hovered over you as his eyes softened, running his hand over your body “If its too much, please let me know” you reached up to caress his face, feeling butterflies in your stomach from his sweet words,

“Sure baby, just give me your best I just want you so bad”

Jaehyun’s expression switched and his eyes narrowed like a lion looking at its prey. He brought his hand up and slapped you on your ass which made you moan out loud. He used the opportunity to finally play out his fantasy and flipped you over so you were on your hands and knees, ass on full display for him as he licked his lips at the sight.

He placed two digits in his mouth, lathing them up before pushing them into your already wetness. Your moan earned another smack from Jaehyun and he pumped his fingers in you at an extremely slow and agonizing pace. You whined into the pillow and he smirked, he couldn't believe he got you to beg for his touch like this.

“Baby I don't have a condom” He mumbled, still keeping his fingers inside of you as you whined beneath him,

“I'm on the pill, just cum wherever you want” You groaned as you felt Jaehyun’s fingers move a bit faster.

Jaehyun growled at your words and without warning he replaced his fingers with his member and slammed into you, grabbing both your hands and retrained them behind your back. He marvelled at the site of your face pressed into the bed as he restrained your touch and fucked you from behind.

“That feels so fuckiing good Jae” you cried, the sensation was already too much for you to handle but you tried your best not to chase your orgasm just yet.

“You're so tight fuck” Jaehyun groaned as he felt you squeeze around him sending his mind into a frenzy. Jaehyun pulled out of you and flipped you back over, entering you while your thighs locked around his waist. Your eyes were locked on him as he fucked you harder than anyone has before, that shy boy he was a few hours ago was completely gone.

“Are you ready to cum baby?” Jaehyun hummed in your ear as he still pounded into you mercilessly and wrapped his hand around throat.

“Y-yeah” you managed to say, feeling as though you were going to see fucking stars any second.

Jaehyun bit into your shoulder as he used all his energy to bring to your orgasm before he himself exploded. You finally sighed deeply signaling your orgasm had reached and Jaehyun pulled out of you, coming undone all over your stomach, the sight of him totally fucked out was absolutely delicious.

Jaehyun watched you swipe your index finger across your stomach and bring it to your mouth, tasting him as if it was the sweetest thing in the world.

“Fuck…” he watched you, already feeling like you were about to make him as hard as a rock again.

You wrapped your hand around his neck and pulled him in for a soft yet passionate kiss. Jaehyun broke away and quickly got tissues to clean the both of you up before collapsing in the bed next to you.

“That was the best fuck i've had in my entire life” he sighed and placed his arm around your head and pulled you into a tight hug.

“Same for me baby, but let's get dressed before one of my crazy friends decides to join us” you giggled and threw him his boxers.

You and Jaehyun dressed up and you managed to safety pin the skirt rip Jaehyun had made, still hearing him mutter apologies as the two of you made your way back to the party.

The two of you found the main group hanging around the kitchen snacking on pizza until they saw the two of you and everyone started howling and whistling.

“Can you guys shut the fuck up” You rolled your eyes as you grabbed a slice and rested your head on Ten’s shoulder. Johnny went in and high fived Jaehyun, “damn didn't think you had it in you brother” Johnny patted his back as Jaehyun slipped into the seat next to you and held your waist.

“I guess Jaehyun is one of us” Taeyong said, quite impressed by the outcome.

“I told you guys, oh wait” You stopped to pull out your phone and turn on the front facing camera, “smile”

Jaehyun chuckled and leaned closer into the frame as the flash blinked, just before the shutter went off you turned to him and licked his cheek seductively. Taking a quick look at the picture you smirked as you uploaded the picture to your instagram and watched as your whole timeline exploded with the scandalous picture.

You held the phone up to Jaehyun as he watched the comments flooding in, many people mad at his adultery and many people surprised he managed to even pull a girl like you and gave him props.

“Welcome to the freaks club Jung Jaehyun” you smirked.

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