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#the rage i feel at these vids

sir-yeehaw-paws · 2 years

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Maybe I’m wrong, but Kaz’s speech here always feels like..the OPPOSITE of motivating. I get appealing to the fire inside to keep going..but this seems like it would just make people on base MORE paranoid (and later it does, if you listen to convos).

He gives good speeches though, gotta give him that one.

#i get that paranoia and rage is essentially his entire personality in this #but like this seems like it would just backfire with everyone suspecting everyone #if you can't trust your comrades that doesn't bode well in those kinds of settings #also venom and ocelot just kinda standing there like: ehhhhhh #mgs #mgsv #metal gear solid v #kazuhira miller #revolver ocelot #venom snake #nate vids #kaz: YOU NEED TO UNDERSTAND YOU AREN'T PARANOID ENOUGH EVERYONE #i mean i feel his paranoia is 100% justified but #this isn't going to help my guy

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monamipencil · 15 days

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svt reactions to u walking in on them watching porn?

pairings; hyung line x reader, established relationship. | a/n; tried to keep it as realistic as possible.

cheol — i don't think he watches them often 'cause he has you. why search relief in porn when you're right there. even if you're away, he'll have a personal stash of your nudes and vids. 'cause his dick stays hard only for you <3 so catching him jerking off to your nudes and vids means him fucking you into oblivion and filming and adding it to the stash too.

han — a fucking menace. feels too lazy to create scenarios of you to jerk off to, so he resorts to watching mediocre porn. absolutely no shame if you catch him. he'll just continue moving his hand up and down his shaft, but he redirects his gaze at you now. you could be wearing the cutest pajamas, but he'll moan sluttily, and continue to fuck his hands. and you'll strip in seconds, hopping onto his lap to ride him.

joshua — got horny from working out and he needs some kind of visualiser. but he's also a gentleman and he didn't want to disturb you. so, porn it is. way to caught up in imagining you in that girl's place and doesn't realise that you're home. gets way too embarrassed when you catch him and tries to laugh it off to no avail. thought you were gonna break up with him till you started grinding on him while cuddling. long story short, he made you squirt and went down on you till you saw heaven.

jun — embarrassed but too horny to care. he whines an apology and hides his raging boner. his cheeks warm up in embarrassment and his cock only twitches further when he notices your dress. a short dress that hugged you perfectly. he whines again when you walk up to him, taking his cock in your hands. needless to say, you ended up bailing on your friends 'cause your boyfriend's just too pretty being all whiny and shy.

soonyoung — walking in on soonyoung watching porn isn't on your bucket list but here you are. and jealousy burns in your heart 'cause he wasn't watching normal porn but those with the streamer girls. he gets startled and tries to close the window but ends up zooming in, somehow. things are awkward for 2 days and he can't digest the look on your face when you caught him, feeling guilty. yk he won't bring it up, so you do it, telling him it's fine and it's normal to be attracted to someone else. he prolly gets drunk, crying and profusely proposing his love for you. "i swear i only love your boobs."

wonwoo — really embarrassed about it. feels like a teenager who got caught watching porn. tries to be discreet and hide the panties he stole from your drawer but you end up catching it. his brain is foggy and he cannot form words for the love of god. and he inhales sharply when you smile at him sweetly. he fucks you with more desperation and gets quite rough. whispers an apology during aftercare, while washing your hair.

jihoon — it's a rare occasion for him to jerk off and rarer for him to watch porn. he thought he was being discreet but the sounds from his home studio said otherwise. he quickly closes the tab when he sees you opening the door, but you catch him nonetheless. freezes like a deer in headlights, and you watch as his face slowly turns pink and then he's scrambling to explain himself. even more embarrassed when you tell him it's ok and ask if he needs help. can't look at you in the eye for a few days lmao.

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#svt smut #svt hard hours #seungcheol smut #jeonghan smut #joshua smut #jun smut #jihoon smut #wonwoo smut #hoshi smut

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yuhhmcdonalds · 3 months

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Vox dating headcanons

Type: Headcanons,Romantic partner,Romantic

Warnings: mentions of stalking and vox being possessive.

A/N: Requested by a friend! Enjoy!

When it comes to dating vox, he can be very possessive. Like those cameras or drones that he has? Yeah no doubt he will use them to stalk your every move and make sure you don’t try to cheat. Will watch you as you leave the building.

Uses his television head to select videos based on your mood. When you're feeling down, he'll recommend something comforting—and when you're ready for a laugh, he'll suggest your favorite comedy or memes.

I feel like vox would have like millions of tvs in his room but he specifically wants you to watch on his cause like Imagine you're vox and basically he can still see in that screen, he'd be basically just see you staring at him for hours apon hours if yall watch vids that long- and idk he just likes having your attention all to him

If you were to mention something that you desire but cannot have due to it being too costly, the next day he would unexpectedly surprise you with it as a gift. his willingness to buy whatever you want is no secret. His generosity knows no bounds, and he takes great pleasure in seeing the happiness that gifts bring.

So if you've been browsing online shops and you find yourself wanting something, don't hesitate to let Vox know, because chances are, he'll make sure you receive it. But also let him know that he is loved and appreciated for the person he is, and not just for his money.

One of the things that he is particularly firm about is his wish for you to stay away from Alastor, whom he feels might take advantage of you or manipulate you for his own purposes. Vox cares about you deeply, and will do everything in his power to ensure that you are not put in harm's way.

He becomes protective when someone attempts to impress you and win your affection, and he can't help but feel possessive and jealous when another man tries to win your attention. While his reactions may sometimes seem over the top and a little bit possessive. I mean it’s so obvious when some random dude that you don’t even know just buys you a drink.

Probably calls u “my love”, “my dear” and “sweetheart” stuff like that, just depends on that day and his mood.

When he has time, he'll probably dance with you if he's in the mood. He might just randomly pull you to the middle of the room and start swirling you around in an elegant waltz.(like that one scene in hazbin hotel ep where he started to dance with val-)

If you get hurt by someone, he'll literally track down whoever hurt you and make them pay. He'll be like a raging bull, out for revenge no matter the cost. He won't care about the consequences, or who stands in his way. He'll just keep going until whoever hurt you has regretted their actions.

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#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vox #vox #the vees #fanfic #romantic headcanons #headcanons #vox x reader #reader #s/o #writing #im hungry ngl #yuh

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thecapricunt1616 · 2 months

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CB Porn Links P2!

NSFW 18+ ONLY - Hey ya’ll!! You seemed to like the last list I threw together so I figured I’d do another haha! Once again these are NOT fanfics, they are 18+ only porn vids from x/twitter that just remind me of the way I think CB would fuck hahaha

And again. I am not claiming these look/sound like Carmy (JAW) - BUT these align with my headcanons on how he fucks, so just use your pretty little imaginations loves!

You can find part one here

💖 Ofc he loves the bearhug position. Also- the arms towards the end?! He would looooove that!

💖 Tired morning sex w Bear ☺️

💖 2-3 cocktails would bring the rough manhandling bastard out of him, but he would eat pussy like a man starved.

💖 his fave treat is when you sit on his face.

💖 when he has the time, he loves to play the “how wet can I get you before I fuck you stupid” game.

💖 got a strong feeling Carmy just LOVES titties like all big, small, fake, natural, bouncy or saggy or perky - he loves tits. And sucking on them!

💖 aftermath of you telling Carmy he needs an “attitude adjustment”

💖 the man can be gentle!! Carmy isn’t ALL rage, (just mostly ☺️)

💖the sweet little rubs after the smacks is SO Carmy. I don’t think he’d ever bring it up himself, but if his partner loves being spanked he’s gonna go for it - but not without gently rubbing you after and plenty of ‘y’okay baby? Am I bein’ too rough?’ 💦

💖this? This would cause his brain to short circuit. You using his cock as a TOY?! Fully as your personal toy- he would bust right then and there.

💖 waking you at like 3 am after a late ass night at the restaurant, begging to fuck you and being like ‘babe c’mon I fuckin’ need you I promise you don’t have to do anything just lay here f’me yeah?’

💖 with all the chopping he does- his hands aren’t getting tired anytime soon he could go like this all night long.

💖being real he’s not the kind to sit down and watch a show so if you insisted he’d get bored and this is how it would end up any time you go to watch tv lmaooo

💖 worshipping him after a long day

💖 alphabet leg and Carmy fuck very similarly to me

#carmen berzatto #the bear fx #carmy berzatto #the bear hulu #the bear #carmen berzatto blurb #carmen berzatto x you #carmen berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto smut #carmy berzatto fanfiction #carmen berzatto smut #carmy berzatto x reader

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sassy-stupid · 5 months

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Pairing: Halsin x f!reader

Angsty fluff

Word count: 1,3k

Content warnings: none as far as I'm aware, but feel free to correct me if I missed anything.

Summary: Halsin is going through it, and you're worried about him.

Okay, so seeing the vid of all the companions as barbarians changed me. Not only do I now think Halsin would be perfect as barbarian in the 'nature's wrath' typa way, I also decided to make Gale a barbarian in my next playthrough. My boy had the most pathetic little shout, and i happen to think that's great.

Anyway, here's reader getting worried about sweet druid Halsin turning into raging barbarian Halsin. There will be a part two eventually. It will be smut. Sorry guys, but i can't keep the horny in check.

Also, this is rly more of a drabble than a fic, so I'm not naming it :)

Ever since you'd been unable to save the grove, Halsin had been unable to change into an animal. This change hit the archdruid hard. Not only did this mean that Silvanus saw no chance of redemption in him, it meant the rest of his connection with nature was gone.

At least that's what he had convinced himself of. You were not so sure. You still saw the way nature seemed to respond to his presence, a spark of natural magic still present in the large elf. And yet, you also saw the rage, the new way of fighting he'd adapted to at least try to end the shadow curse alongside you.

The first time he fought by your side since the loss shook you to your core. It seemed for a second that the gentle giant had disappeared. The deep war cry that left him would have stunned you had you not also been fighting the claws of a shadow monster off.

It left an impression on you. You didn't necessarily dislike his new demeanor, but it did worry you. It simply didn't seem like him.

"Halsin!" You call out to the man as he stands next to lae'zel's tent, sharpening his newly acquired battle axe. "Come look!" You'd spotted the ducklings near the ruin in your camp before, but you'd never pointed them out to anyone before. Something about seeing Halsin with the axe made you want to take his attention off the blasted thing as soon as possible, though.

Your plan was working. He put down the axe, jogging to your side in a way that made your heart flutter. What can you say, the man was big in a way that was very attractive to you, and his normally gentle ways only endeared him to you more.

"And what is it I'm here to look at?" He asks, looking straight at you instead of looking around. The lack of his usual perception skills bothered you a bit, but at the same time, you didn't mind his attention being on you either.

"Look over there," you speak more quietly now that you're closer to the animals, not wanting to scare them off. You softly guide him closer to them when you notice he still hasn't spotted the ducklings. "Thought I saw them in the grass yesterday, but the mother finally had the courage to come out!"

The heat of his skin against yours is nice but you chastise yourself for focusing on that when your mission is distracting him, not yourself.

"Oh, younglings this late in the season? The mother has her work cut out for her if she is to keep all of them safe until adulthood." Halsin's voice seems to soften and you can almost physically feel the connection between him and nature. "Though maybe she should give up while she's ahead, protecting what is dear to you is sometimes...simply impossible."

The pain in his voice is clear to you, his eyes steeling. "There will always be new dangers to threaten it after all," Halsin speaks, a new edge entering his voice. "Always new ways to fail," anger. "Always injustice." Rage.

The increasing volume scares of the mother duck, sending the ducklings scattering across the lake. The seething man next to you seems to be too caught up in his anger to even realize. But you do, you realize maybe more than you should have.

A moments hesitation, maybe you shouldn't be getting this involved in Halsin's feelings and inner turmoil. After all you were part of the cause of it all, you'd failed to protect the Grove just as much as he had. What would you do if he turned this newfound rage to you?

You shake your head to clear your thoughts. This was no time to fear consequences to yourself. Halsin could use your help, so you have to try, even if that possibly leads to your favourite man in camp hating you.

"Halsin," you speak softly, almost like you're attempting to soothe him. "Look." The same words from before, spoken differently but accompanied with the same gentle guiding gesture.

It snaps him out of his inner spiral but the anger is clearly still there, barely even hidden beneath the surface. "I know nature has been rejecting you lately, that Silvanus has all but abandoned you." You subconsciously start stroking the man's back in an attempt to further soothe him as you try to make your point. "But this right now? It's you. You're scaring them off. I'm not sure if there's space in you for all this rage and the power of nature."

His eyes linger on your face for another while after the last words leave your lips before he diverts them back to the ducks. He doesn't speak, and for all your nerves, you're not as scared anymore. His posture became less tense and as he crouched down by the edge of the water, you see the old him again.

His hand reaches the water without disturbing it, and as the ducklings regroup near their mother, she swims up to him. You see the change in him the second she touches his hand. Like a world of weight fell off his shoulders, his burden still heavy, but bearable now.

A soft golden glow emanates from the water now, and before you can question anything, Halsin begins chuckling.

"By Silvanus, you were right! Nature never severed my ties, I was burning them with my own fury." he turns to you, still crouched by the ducks who've started nuzzling in his palm now. "You've returned an important piece of myself to me."

"I only pointed out some ducklings, Halsin. You did the rest." You send a wink his way before turning back to the rest of camp. "Oh! Does this mean I can give that sharpened axe to Karlach? She's been eyeing it," you ask, turning back to Halsin, barely noticing the blush creeping over his face. He merely nods in return, feeling his heart stir at the grin you give him.

You'd been right about the axe, Karlach's face when you handed it over to her could only be described with the same words one would use for an overjoyed child. She'd even vowed to you to keep the ribbon you'd put on the handle clean of blood so she could keep it on there.

Unbeknownst to you, as you were accepting the barbarian's expressions of gratitude, the druid that was admiring you form afar got cornered by the two other elves in camp.

"Say Halsin, if I didn't know any better, I'd almost say you're fawning over our dear little (y/n)." It was Astarion who spoke up first, but by her proximity, Halsin could tell Shadowheart had some words for him as well, most likely less sugar coated than Astarion's.

"She's not just our leader, Halsin," Shadowheart begins, "if you hurt her, we'll be forced to hurt you." The clear threat from the cleric was endearing to him. He liked knowing how much the others cared about you.

"Actually," Astarion continued. "I'm fairly certain if we really needed a druid on our travels, we wouldn't be too hard pressed to find one. Jaheira seems entertaining if nothing else." Astarion's thinly veiled threat was less endearing but the same thought process kept the smile on Halsin's face.

"Thank you both for stepping up like this. Though I assure you, I do not give my heart lightly, and I'm ready to offer her all of it." His eyes returned to you as he spoke, watching you fondly as Karlach lifted you into the air and swung you around.

"There is nothing in this world that could make me hurt her."

#halsin x reader #halsin x f!reader #halsin x reader fluff #halsin x reader angst #halsin #bg3 halsin #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 halsin #here's the 4am thing i was talking about #blaming any bad writing on sleep deprivation cuz i refuse to critically read this

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criceofpain · 1 year

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switch it up | park jongseong (reposted and edited)

featuring: enhypen's jake, heeseung, sunghoon, sunoo, and jungwon; stayc's yoon

synopsis: after you find your ex cheating with another guy, the quiet kid takes the opportunity to get closer to you. but the shocking part is, you never knew he could do a full 180 and be the most charming guy you've ever seen.

pairing: student!jay x student fem!reader

genre: smut, fluff, a tinge of angst (and humor lol)

word count: 7418

warnings: semi-public sex, unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it), slut-shaming, usage of pet names, vaginal penetration, alcohol consumption, gamer rage (especially heeseung lol), male masturbation, degradation, fellatio, minimal impact play, implied violence, two-timing, cheating, jakehoon are gay, jay has too much porn vids on his laptop, yoon has warfreak tendencies, too much tekken references, too much time skips

Being popular in school had its own perks.

If people were asked what they’d do if they became the most popular person in year two for twenty-four hours, you’d get a vast range of answers from all of them. Fame, beauty, authority, and money–the possibilities are endless for a household name in one of the most prestigious universities in Seoul. The thing is, though, downsides will always be inevitable.

Thursday’s a typical work day for the student council’s president–you. A ton of paper stacks were waiting to be scanned and submitted to the council adviser, but you couldn’t bring yourself to get up and actually work on them. The adviser’s office was two buildings away from your location, and God, did you dread walking. Worse, you had to do it every week and without the help of your vice president. Bothering to find him would be a waste of time, either.

The sudden ring of your phone disrupts your train of thought, making you look up to check whoever was trying to test your patience at this hour. Jakey ♡, your phone screen reads. You heave a relieved sigh; it’s been three days since your boyfriend last called and it was messing with your momentum. Even overthinking was a waste of time and you hated it.

“Hi, love.” you mumbled, voice laced with exhaustion. “I'm glad you finally called.”

“Love, can we cancel our date?” Jake asks from the other line, and your face immediately contorts to a disappointed scowl.

Strange. He’s usually not the type to postpone plans at the last minute because he knew you despised that type of feat. As the student council president, the last thing you'd want is for someone to waste your valuable time.

“Suddenly?” you deadpan as you put your pen down and slowly spin in the swivel chair you sat on. “We’ve got everything planned out and now you wanna cancel?”

Jake sighs. “Coach called us for training. He’s been lenient on me for the past week, I can't afford another absence.”

“Oh.” you utter, at loss for words. “Long day ahead, huh?”

It was what you least expected, anyways. You stay still in your seat, disappointment filling your chest. You start to feel uneasy—you knew you’d never stand a chance against his monster of a coach. What can I do? Jake was the team’s striker which gained him maximum importance. Without him, the team would basically be a chaotic bunch.

“Sorry.” he mutters apologetically. “I didn't want this to happen, really.”

“I know, I know.” you grumble, picking your pen back up and fixing your attention back to the papers you were reviewing. “Can I come after training, though? We should at least eat, like, ramyeon, tteokbokki or something."

A few seconds of silence fills the other line before Jake replies, "God, that sounds—fuck. That's irresistible. I hope Coach lets me off ‘cause his diet plan is seriously killing me.”

“I sure hope he does,” you roll your eyes as the image of a conceited middle-aged man with his stomach overflowing his pants. “unless he wants a big ‘fuck you’ from me for tiring you out. You gotta rest, love.”

He chuckles, causing a grin to tug your lips. “I love you. I know you’re a busy woman and you’ve probably got a lot on your plate right now. I'll hang up now, hmm?”

Your reply gets cut off by the sudden drop of the call, and another sigh leaves your mouth.

Popularity was so exhausting for you. However, not everyone suffers from the syndrome; take Park Jongseong–who goes by “Jay” in school–as an example. The lad has finally gotten a taste of rest after coding what felt like a thousand HTMLs, now nibbling on a cob of corn with his other hand glued to his keyboard.

Why had I never thought of playing Tekken as a way of escaping the hell of school and the sight of students’ thirst for crowd validation before? As he fervently taps the keys of his laptop, the corner of his lip tugs into a slight smirk. He continuously lands hits on a random Kazuya he was matched with, not letting them rest as he uses his trump card–Jin Kazama’s ten-hit combo.

The silence breaks as Jay’s hearty laughter booms in the computer club room. He sighed triumphantly, propping his head on his intertwined hands.

"I gotta tell Heeseung hyung about this.” Jay snickers, grabbing his phone from beside his laptop and speed dialing the number “5”. After a few rings, his friend finally picks up. “Ay, hyung! I got good news for you.”

“Man, fuck you!” Heeseung, the student council’s vice president hisses from the other line, annoyance evident in his voice. Before the younger can ask about why he had such a tone, the older interrupts, “You’re never gonna let me live, are you?”

“Whoa, whoa, chill out, hyung.” Jay chuckles in confusion. “It’s not like I’m gonna use the ten-hit combo on you, is it? What’s the matter?”

Heeseung clicks his tongue and scoffs, “Don’t you see what’s happened or are you playing dumb right now, Jongseong? Fucking look at your screen.”

Jay, although confused, obliges anyway. He looks back at his laptop screen with the rematch menu on display. After a good few seconds, he spots the username of his opponent and immediately gasps, loud enough for his friend to hear. He then breaks into laughter, this time louder and more provoking as he hears the bantering on his ear.

“What—don’t tell me you had no idea—Jay!” the owner of the username heeba_inu_1015 yelled, followed by a frustrated shout.

“Whoops, should’ve gone easy on you, then.” Jay teases, shrugging his shoulders. “No, seriously. I had no idea. This is what school frustration makes me do.”

“Well, at least you’re not the student council’s vice president.”

Jay snorts in disbelief. “Come on, it’s not that hard–” he cuts himself off. “Oh, you’ve got a point, though.”

Jay didn’t necessarily live in the shadows; he just didn’t like being the center of attention. Being an eye candy is the last thing he wanted. Sure, he’s got what it takes to be popular–he’s a CEO's son, filthy rich, and on the honor roll. His friends say he’s got some sick visuals, too. Despite all these, he’d prefer to just blend in with the crowd and not stand out as a resident introvert (not to be confused with being a pick-me boy; Papa Park raised him with manners).

“Still, fuck you.” Heeseung lets out his third scoff of the day. A female voice rambles in the background, on the verge of screaming as the vice president grumbles in dismay. Jay assumes it was the school council’s president calling him out for slacking. “I gotta go, though. Godzilla’s on the run and she’s unstoppable–hey, wait!”

Beep. The call ends, and Jay's me time continues. A chuckle leaves his mouth. That was the president? She’s unhinged as hell.

“What’s the president like?” he mumbles, putting his headphones back on and getting ready to start a new game. “I’d like to meet her.”

“Lee Heeseung, I’m giving you ten seconds to explain to me why you’re on Tekken when you’re supposed to be on duty.”

If looks could kill, your vice president could’ve died a slow, painful death by now. You try your best to keep your calm composure in front of your right-hand man while trying to suppress your anger, but the urge to lash out on him is just getting stronger. Heeseung, feeling intimidated, could only look down on the ground as he hears a disappointed sigh from you.

Fortunately, the school council’s secretary, Yang Jungwon, has informed you of the vice president’s whereabouts. You made sure to leave your pending tasks untouched before storming out of the council office and to the stockroom, where he was apparently taking his sweet time being a heavy load.

“Look, I’ve just finished my last game, Y/N, alright?” Heeseung raises his hands in defeat. “I’m done. I’ll go and help.”

“Oh, you are definitely gonna go help Jungwon in the council’s office because I’m out of here.” you snap, unplugging the Ethernet wire connected to his gaming laptop. “There are waivers waiting for you. Get your ass up.”

“Alright.” he mutters, head hung low as he switches off his laptop. “I’m sorry.”

Without another word, you turn your back on him and walk out of the suffocating stockroom. How does he even stand the heat in there? Your steps get quicker as much as the psychological warfare you were having with yourself is getting worse. People are probably looking at me right now and think, why the hell is her face so sour? They wouldn’t know. They’re not the overworked, unpaid, “popular” student council president with a freeloader of a vice president and a midfielder boyfriend who’s just as popular.

You’ve been zoned out for the entirety of your trip back to the council office, but the sight of a familiar shoe sticking from one of the corridor posts shakes you awake. Your eyebrows furrow, wondering what would someone with skate shoes be doing in that spot at this hour when it’s inter-school olympics season. You take another set of steps before seeing a man’s back view with the jersey number 5 on it, and the scene that unfolds in front of you shakes your whole world.

Your boyfriend and the school’s most famous figure skater, Park Sunghoon, were kissing.

It has been a week since you found out that Sim Jaeyun was cheating on you and is gay.

You remember being rooted in your spot as you saw them eating each other’s faces. Screaming at them would be a waste of time. You feared wasting time the most, and crying in front of someone came in second. Instead of doing what someone normally does in these situations–screaming and bawling their eyes out, you land a slap on each of their faces with a shit-eating grin on your face before running to the nearest comfort room to cry.

You wouldn’t mind your boyfriend coming out of the closet and ending your relationship in good terms, but the fact that he’d been flirting–and probably fucking–around with a guy behind your back infuriated you.

You didn’t know how it came to this—you crying your heart out inside the club office as Heeseung finally took over and finished the rest of your work due to you not being able to properly open your swollen eyes. Even moving around was a pain in the ass. Jungwon works from the sidelines as well, and both of them didn’t dare speak a word to you unless spoken to. They knew better than to mess with a girl who’s got cheated on.

“Cabining trip’s tomorrow. You still going, noona?” Jungwon asks, eyes glued to his laptop screen as he types the minutes of the meeting for the past week. “We need you over there, Pres.”

“Hmm.” you reply, not having the energy to speak out a proper word as you blew your nose on a paper towel. Of course I’ll be there. What am I, a ghoster?

As Jungwon bombards you with questions, your replies are short and reserved, along the lines of “yeah”, “uh-huh”, and the like. How were you supposed to show yourself without shame knowing that your ex wasn’t into you anymore?

“Heeseung.” you croak out, getting a short “huh” as a response. “I need your help with something.”

“What’s it about, miss ma'am?”

You cringe at the nickname, throwing the empty box of paper towels along his way. “If you use that nickname on me again, I swear.” you hiss.

“Damn, calm down, will you?” Heeseung chuckles, barely dodging the box that almost hit his face. “What is it?”

You saunter your way towards the table where the two lads worked. propping your hands on the desk, You then look over at Jungwon who has his whole attention on his laptop, not bothering to pop into the conversation or listen to whatever you were about to say.

“You’re best friends with the adviser, right?” you whisper to Heeseung, to which he nods. “And I’m not. Wow. What am I president for, then?

“Touche.” he shrugs. “What about him?”

“This could be fucked up but,” you lean in to whisper on his ear. “Can you beg him to sneak drinks for the adults?”

Your eyes screw shut in embarrassment, in disbelief of the words that just came out of your mouth. You’re better than this, Y/N.

“Yes.” Heeseung lets out a dramatic gasp, nodding vigorously at your idea. “You had me at ‘drinks’, Y/N, come on. Spill!”

“Noona, you’re kidding, right? Why would you sneak drinks in–”

“Quiet, kid.” you cut Jungwon off. “I’ve got a breakup to get over. Let the adults have this.”

With that, Heeseung let out a dramatic gasp, nodding vigorously at your idea.

The day of the cabining trip has come, and it wasn’t the most enjoyable day for the student council so far. While the other kids were having the time of their lives, talking with their friends and not worrying about keeping the lines straight and the cabins quiet, you struggled to keep the students in order as you tapped the backs of those who made a commotion, or worse, those who made out in broad daylight.

To your relief, Heeseung was in charge of bag inspection, which meant drinks were allowed (unless one was not of legal age, of course). The students will just have to hide it from the other supervisors. Jungwon, along with the student council’s treasurer, Sunoo, were on room assignment duty, making sure to separate the guys and girls from each other. Getting pregnant on a school trip is the last thing anyone would want.

Meanwhile, Jay stands quietly as the line advances. He wasn’t really supposed to be going on this trip if it weren’t for his father insisting him to do so. Luckily, with Heeseung’s permission, he was allowed to bring his gaming laptop without you knowing. The vice president just hopes he wouldn’t get pulled by the ear again.

“God, I hope I get the top bunk.” Jay mutters, putting his bag on the desk for inspection.

“Gotta go fast, then.” Heeseung replied, probing the contents of his friend’s bag. He taps Jay’s shoulders after he’s done. “Man, I hope we’re roommates.”

“Heeseung, how's the inspection going?” you bellow over the crowd of students, craning your head to look for him.

As you and Heeseung scream at each other over the loud sounds in the cabins, Jay couldn’t help but steal glances at you. He did pass by you sometimes, but he hasn't really gotten the chance to step up and talk to you. What a waste. After news has spread that you got cheated on, he could imagine himself tackling you into a hug and giving you small forehead kisses in hopes to ease your pain. He had set his eyes on you ever since you were appointed as president, and he found you so pretty ever since. He just secretly hoped that Jake wouldn’t go begging for you to come back, or else he’d lose his mind.

His daydreaming stops when he bumped shoulders with someone whom he least expected–you. The two of you momentarily met each other’s eyes, and Jay swore he’d melt then and there if it weren’t for you turning away almost immediately. On the other hand, you wonder why he’s been stuck on his spot for a good minute, so you approach him cautiously.

“Uh, are you lost, perhaps?” you wave a hand in front of Jay’s face. “You seem to be spacing out, Jay.”

She knows me. Oh, my God, she just acknowledged me. His heart somersaults in his chest at the mention of his name. It rolled off of your mouth perfectly.

It takes him five seconds to answer, “I’m good, thank you.”

You smile briefly at him, and he flashes one back. He walks silently, trying to suppress a shout from coming out of his mouth. You were always pretty to him, and that smile was the cherry on top.

The first day of the retreat wasn’t really hectic, except for the fact that all of the students have to run ten laps all around the yard before they can even have a taste of breakfast. Despite the supervisors lurking around the whole site, you’ve taken brave sips on your bottle of soju, disguised as drinking water. You couldn’t help but see Jake and his new lover every time you had to lead a segment and meet face to face with everyone, and your chest would always clench. How the fuck is he so happy without me? If it weren’t for the other officers beside you, you would’ve wrestled Sunghoon without a doubt.

The second and third days would probably be the most boring of them all, but not for Jay.

His laptop keeps him company as he silently jerks off to porn videos, trying his best to stifle a groan to not wake up whoever was occupying the top bunk. He would’ve brought a fleshlight, too, but he figured it’d be too much for a school retreat. So he resorts to another option–a sock.

He finishes without suspicion, and gets knocked out to sleep right after.

On the other side of the site, you sit awake in your bunk, finishing the last of the soju you’ve successfully hidden for days. You sigh, not feeling any signs of drowsiness as you stare in spaces. I should've seen this coming. You wanted to slap yourself for being so clueless. Hasn’t it come to you that Jake might be using soccer training as an excuse to meet up with Sunghoon instead of you?

“Y/N, you dumb bitch.” you spit out, grabbing your phone to dial Heeseung’s number.

After a few rings, he picks up. “What the fuck, Y/N, it’s 3 in the morning.” the lad grumbled as he tossed and turned in his bed. “You better give me a good reason for calling at this hour.”

“You got a laptop with you?” you ask. What a stupid question. “It's urgent business.”

“No, I don't, dummy.” he snaps, and his sudden change of tone takes you aback. “I thought you knew we can only bring phones.”

You sigh. Out of all times your council adviser demanded an accomplishment report from you, why now? At that moment, you even wished to switch bodies with Heeseung; he was the adviser’s best friend and not you. Despite you telling your superior that you haven’t brought your laptop, he didn't budge, even bringing up the drink-sneaking incident.

To say you were doomed would be an understatement.

“Why does your best friend put me in situations like this?” you whine, pulling your hair in frustration. “He knows I don't have my laptop at the moment! Tell me, does he have something against me? ‘Cause he better settle things with me. Damn it. Do you get me? Sometimes I just want to walk out on all of you because I’ve got the whole council on my back! i’m a human who has limits, too, for fuck’s sake! When do I quit? I can quit anytime and turn my back on this responsibility. You take over once this term ends–”

“Shut up. I'm at your door.”

You hitch a breath, hang up and climb out of your bunk. You silently open the door to see your vice president holding an open laptop in his hand, phone on the other. The lad passes the device on to you, praying that his friend doesn’t notice his laptop out of place when he wakes up.

“Hey, that ain’t mine, though. Be careful with that.” he says, and you scowl in suspicion.

“Thanks,” you smile slightly. “Though I thought I told you not to bring gadgets in the cabin–”

“Don’t ask, just…” he waves his hands frantically, avoiding the question. “I’ll get going.”

“Okay…?” your voice trails off, and you shoo Heeseung away. “You’re a lifesaver, by the way.”

Heeseung nods, jogging his way out as you close your cabin door. You didn’t bother to wonder whose laptop this was; the only thing in your mind was the report you had to finish.

In silence, you immediately get to work. With sips of water from time to time, you struggle to keep yourself awake as you type the needed information, word by word, making sure that it would be slap-worthy on your adviser’s face.

After two hours of staring and typing, you feel your eyes giving out and fingers straining as you move the document file to your flash drive, finally finishing your work.

“This motherfucker better not scold me tomorrow.” you mutter through clenched jaws, carefully ejecting the drive from God-knows-whose laptop.

With slow hands, you close all of the windows you have used, even the tabs, making it look untouched as this was neither your laptop, nor Heeseung's. Whose is this, then? There wasn't a wallpaper in it, just the default one, and that made guessing a waste of time. Nonetheless, you make a mental note to thank the owner first thing in the morning for saving your desperate ass in such a critical situation.

Before you can shut down the device, a particular folder on the desktop screen catches your attention, especially its name,

“Things I want to do to Y/N”

You squint in surprise, mouse cursor hovering over the folder. As much as you wanted to pry it open, you wanted to respect the privacy of the owner of the laptop, whoever they were. But this has my name on it. You shake your head, preparing for the worst to happen as you double-click on the folder. What you see next shocks you utterly, making your heartbeat rise as you check the name of the owner.

The laptop belongs to a Park Jongseong, with the folder containing porn videos.

In astonishment, you close the laptop with a loud thud, not bothering to shut it down properly or close the porn folder before you do. A series of knocks makes you jump and hit your head on the top bunk.

“Go to sleep, Y/N!” your bunkmate from the top grumbles.

What the fuck is going on? You sigh, wrapping yourself in a cocoon with your blanket.

It's the last day of the retreat, which means free time for all the students until the morning comes with no schedules to stick to. However, you were far from relaxed as last night’s events haven't left your mind until now. You didn’t know what to feel knowing that the quiet kid has been fantasizing about you, and in secret. Do you get mad, grossed out or flattered? Neither of them felt right and it messed up with your head so much. Worrying about it would be a waste of time.

Heeseung couldn’t help but notice you staring at Jay, who played basketball by himself from afar. You spaced out often, too, and it was so not like you to do so. Apparently, your efforts on acting normal outside while being a chaotic mess inside fail as you finally draw out a frustrated groan.

“Something wrong?” Heeseung asks. “You're zoned out pretty bad.”

“That report sucked the life out of me.” you reply monotonously, standing up from your seat, eyes not leaving Jay. “I'll meet you at the bonfire. I just need sleep.”

“Fine. I'll take over for you.”

You nod, trudging to your cabin in hopes to get some rest. However, once your body dips down the mattress, images of Jay hovering over you appear as you close your eyes. Shaking it off, you push a pillow against your face, muffling out a scream of annoyance.

On the other hand, Jay has been stealing glances from you as well, completely unaware of you seeing the deepest, darkest secrets he's kept hidden in his laptop.

After what felt like days of slumber, you were awakened by the noise of students outside of the cabins. hollers and shouts fill your ears as you get yourself out of bed. As much as you hated being woken up in such a manner, you were happy to be able to get a wink of sleep.

“Evening, Y/N.”

You look up from the ground, seeing the person whom you unfortunately wanted to avoid the most. Jay wore a small smile on his face, which was seen clearer without his glasses. Contrary to his usual hoodie-slacks combo, he wore a shirt that snugly fit him, in which you can definitely see the slight curvature of his chest. His toned arms were on full display, too, and you couldn’t help but wonder how they’d flex under your touch. His thighs looked just as attractive, given the fact that he wore cargo shorts.

“Good… evening, Jay.” you chuckle awkwardly. “What's the matter? Can I help you?” Why does he look so different? He even wore his hair differently.

“Nothing much.” he replies sheepishly. “Just, uh, wanted to have a casual talk with the president.” God, that bedhead. Why does it make her more fuckable? He steals glances at the skimpy top that hugged your body, accentuating your curves and your plump breasts.

“Really?” you grin in amusement, not expecting his statement. Just say you wanna fuck and go. “That's strange. No one comes up to me unless it’s about school.”

“That'd be an honor.” he comments, gaze not shifting away from you.“Would having small talk with me waste your time?”

You hesitantly shake your head, and he smiles. Fuck, that smile. Where is this going to get me now?

The two of you proceed to have a conversation outside the cabin, at the same time, thinking of lewd thoughts that were probably too inappropriate, given the setting. From time to time, your hands would brush each other’s, increasing the tension between the two of you.

Despite this, Jay would get distracted, finding your giggles so adorable, especially knowing that he was the reason behind them. You admired how Jay speaks, and how cautious he was when you ranted about your ex. He just hoped no one would call you out and separate the both of you.

Or so he thought.

The whistle trills fills your ears as rain falls angrily on your skin. Whines and grumbles were heard as the bonfire session was declared canceled by Sunoo and Jungwon. Students start sprinting back to their cabins as the rain pours, including the supervisors. No more confession time and roasted marshmallows, I guess.

You look over to see your cabin that was several meters from where you and Jay stood, attempting to make a run for it. However, Jay gets a hold of your wrist before you can take your first step.

“Stay.” his voice is deep and alluring, and you could feel your body slightly shiver.

“You sure?” you raise your brows anyway, not bothering to pull away from his grip. “What if someone sees us drenched in here? Are you willing to vouch for me?”

“You're the president. I'm sure no one would budge.”

You don't protest. Instead, you take the opportunity to ask him about the folder in his laptop, which, by the way, he still assumes was untouched. He, meanwhile, couldn’t take his eyes off of the top that clung to your skin, against your stomach. You pretty much were doing the same as you eyed his abs through his shirt.

After what felt like ten minutes of standing under the rain, both of you were drenched as you walked into an empty cabin for protection that no one used due to faulty electricity. You sit side by side in a single bed, neither of you having the guts to start another conversation.

Maybe it was time for you to spill your secrets.

“I like you.”

“Fuck me.”

The two of you look at each other after speaking at the same time. Your remark especially shocks Jay, so does the way you weren’t fazed with his confession just now. A hand instinctively goes up to cup your mouth. Shit, was I not subtle enough? You fake a hearty chuckle (which was actually a nervous one) as you see his perplexed expression.

“You don’t wanna fuck me?” you mutter, confidence leaving your system as his expression remains unchanged.

“No–I mean, yes.” he immediately replies, afraid that you might take it as him rejecting you. “Of course, I do.”

“Do it, then.”

You tower over his sitting figure, propping your hands on his chest. Jay couldn’t help but close his eyes, asking himself whether this was a dream or not. Your touch trails up to his neck, your fingertips tracing his collarbones. You catch his lips into a sloppy kiss, which he returns fervently as he slips his tongue on your mouth. The cold sensation brought by the raindrops on your skin is now gone as he pulls you into his lap and wraps your legs around his waist. For a minute, he savors your lips as his hands find their way to the hem of your top, feeling a little hesitant.

He pulls off, staring into your eyes as he searches for a sign of fear in your face. “Should I?”

Without a word, you nod, guiding his hands into taking off your top. His eyes roam along your torso, your breasts wanting to be freed from their restraints as they were practically coming out of your tight bra. His cock twitches and slightly hardens at the sight.

“Jay…” you whine, digging your ass against his hardness. A groan leaves his mouth. “I want you to take over.”

With that, he flips the two of you over, with you beneath him. He then pins your hands above your head, asserting his dominance. You hitch a breath as you feel his clothed cock rub against your crotch, still not believing his change in character.

“Is this really the quiet kid I knew?” you tease, making Jay yank your bottoms down, leaving you in your bra. He then lands a stinging spank on your ass cheek, squeezing the soft flesh after.

“Shush, Y/N, unless you want me to leave you hanging.”

Damn, even his voice can make me cum at this point. you feel him spreading your legs slowly, dipping a finger on your damp pussy as he kisses your inner thighs. You reach for his hair and stroke it gently as his lips get closer to where you needed him the most, your other hand squeezing your breast.

he licked a warm strip along your clit, eliciting a whimper from you. He held you by the knees to keep you from pressing your thighs together as he ate you out. his moans against your sex provided vibrations that made your toes curl, and moans louder.

“So miss president loves being eaten out, huh?” Jay chuckles, his ego growing as you reply to him with a broken mewl, pushing two of his fingers inside you. “Such a needy slut.”

He proceeds with his ministrations as he leaves marks on your thigh, torso, then up to your breasts, avoiding your neck to not cause suspicion. The way your walls tightened around his fingers made his cock harden even more. even until now, you couldn’t believe the situation you were in–being fucked by the resident introvert who was secretly a freak in bed.

Your grip on his hair tightens as you feel your high nearing. “Jay, I'm cumming!” you cry out desperately.

Hearing that, Jay pulls his fingers out of you, and licks them with a smirk on his lips. “You taste so sweet… however, I can’t just have you cumming somewhere that’s not on my cock, can I?”

He takes off his drenched top, and the rest of his clothes follow, freeing his erect cock from its confines. He drags his tip against your clit, teasing your entrance and holding your hips tight to stop you from pushing him in.

“Jay, please…” you beg, voice laced with frustration. “I want to make you feel good.”

“Is that so?” Jay snickers, slapping your thigh. “Little miss slutty president wants to suck me off?”

“Mm-mm.” you nod, eyeing his cock and the pre-cum that leaked from his tip. “fuck my mouth, just like how you want it.”

Just like how I want it? he stops in his tracks as he sees you grinning from beneath him. It was finally time for you to confess.

“Sir,” you whined, the pet name causing Jay to let out an audible groan. “I gotta tell you something.”

You sit up and bend over in front of him, his cock on your face and your ass up. He lets out a small gasp as your tongue teases his tip. The way you made eye contact with him didn’t help him, either. He bunches your hair up in a ponytail, wrapping it all around his knuckles as you sucked him like a popsicle.

“Tell me, baby,” he sighs, looking down at you in amusement.

“I needed a laptop for my report.” you lick him from base to tip. “And Heeseung, the vice president, borrowed yours for me.”

The way your tongue moves all over him sends shivers all over his body, and he makes the impulsive decision to rub his cock all over your face. “Baby saw my porn stash, didn’t she?” he chuckles, pushing himself deeper in your throat. You try to stop yourself from gagging as he fucks your mouth. “Fuck, yes. Those were all meant for you. All the things I wanna do to that body.”

You moan against his cock, reaching for your clit to rub yourself. you expected a different reaction from him, but by the looks of it, the Jay you passed by along the corridors was now gone. In front of you is a different person, and you actually loved it. You loved this new side of him.

“This is one of them.” Jay adds. “Fucking your mouth.”

You feel your head being guided by his hands as he nears his orgasm, thrusting faster inside your mouth. you whimper as his tip hits your throat, waiting for his warm release to fill your mouth.

However, he pulls out again, much to your dismay. He gets out of the bed and walks to the other side where he can take you from behind. Coincidentally, there stood a mirror in front of you, and you could clearly see his naked body as you were on your hands and knees. Fuck, I bet he works out a lot. He spanks your ass cheeks again, making you yelp.

“God, you’re so fucking hot, miss president.” Jay says under his breath, lining his tip on your cunt and getting ready to push himself inside of you. “I don’t have a condom with me, though.”

“I'm on the pill.” you reply. You realized you haven’t gotten rid of your habit of taking birth control pills even though you didn’t have sex as much anymore, especially now that you’re not with Jake anymore. “I have a favor to ask you.”

“Which is?”

You heave a deep sigh before speaking. I'll have to do this once and for all. “Help me forget about Jake.”

Without a word, he pushes himself slowly inside you. A gasp leaves your mouth at how big and girthy he was as he stretched your walls. It took you a while to adjust to his size, but after he has sunken his whole length in you, he starts moving.

I'll help you forget about Jake, sweetheart. “My love… tell me.” he drags a fingertip along your spine, rocking his hips at a steady pace. “Who's making you feel good right now?”

“You, Jay.” you reply, almost sounding like a scream as you do. “Your cock feels so good inside me.”

“Fuck, yeah, I am.” jay snickers, pulling you by the hair and making you look at your fucked-out reflection in the mirror. “Look at you. Such a cock-hungry bitch.”

God, you hated being degraded, but why did Jay's words turn you on?

Jay's pace gradually goes faster as he feels you tightening around him, his muscles flexing as his skin slaps against yours.

“That fucking soccer boy can never fuck you as good as I do, right?”

“Ah, yes!” you whimper as his finger reaches your clit.

He groans. “Repeat after me, darling. Cheaters.”

“Cheaters–ah!” you squeal as Jay spanks your ass again.

“Ain’t.” Jay seethed.

“Ain't…” you draw out a whine as he holds you by the waist.

“Shit.” he pulls you to sit up, slapping your breasts.

“Shit! Oh, that feels good.” you bury your head in the bed.

“See? That fucker doesn’t deserve you.” he whispered against your neck, leaving a dark mark by sucking on it. “He can go get some dick by himself ‘cause from now on, you’re mine.”

As his hands make their way back to your breasts, you feel like putty under Jay's touch. You couldn’t help but agree to his every word as if he’s put you in a state of hypnosis. Your words are incomprehensible as he snaps his hips harshly against yours, the feeling of his cock inside you clouding your vision and thoughts.

“I said you’re mine, little slut.”

“I'm yours.” you breathe out.

Once he has been given the go signal, he slows down for a bit and turns your head so you can see each other’s gazes. “If you'd let me take care of you, I'd do it wholeheartedly.” he said, kissing your knuckles lovingly. “I don't care how slow you want the process to be, Y/N. Just give me a chance.”

You don’t say a word. Instead, you lock his lips in a loving kiss. He holds onto your waist for dear life as your hips move in sync, the heated moment turning into a passionate, affectionate one.

“You close?” Jay mumbles against your lips, and you nod.

You stay still in that position as Jay picks up his pace, letting you feel his warmth as he brings you to your high.

Your climax crashes like waves, and it seems like momentarily taking the life out of you. Jay follows suit, his seed spilling inside of you.

After a good minute, he pulls out of you, lays you down on the mattress and hovers above you. you cup his cheeks and give him a peck on the forehead, the introvert in him slowly coming back as he blushes at your action.

“Let me clean you up.” Jay says with a slight pout, the dominant in him finally out of the picture as he spoke.

“Can we do that later?” you reply, planting a kiss on his nose. “Let me hold you for a while.”

He doesn’t oblige. Rather, he picks up his drenched shorts from the floor, pulling a small handkerchief from its pocket. As he proceeds cleaning you up, you stare at him fondly. Were you in love? Not yet. Would you give him a shot? Definitely. The way he just switched up on you would need some processing time, though. It was one heck of a moment.

The night ends with Jay sending you off to your cabin, kissing you good night as he promises to meet you in school after the weekend.

You slowly stroll along the corridors of the art department building, looking for Jay's room as you go. You have been walking for thirty minutes straight, but without an ounce of exhaustion in your body although it was a Thursday–a work day for the student council president. To say that you were excited to meet him would be an understatement.

It’s been a week since the last day of the cabin trip and your first sexual encounter with someone who wasn’t Jake. You’ve been feeling a lot better, and it made Heeseung and Jungwon wonder how you’ve done it so fast. Jay’s been sending you food over the weekend and it stunned you how well he cooks. He’s been dropping over to the student council adviser’s office from time to time, too, just to watch you work.

You feel your feet starting to hurt, but you keep on walking anyway. I need to see my Jay after a long dayyyyy.

“There she is!” a voice starts shouting, causing you to stop on your tracks. “The prim and proper student council president.”

You squint your eyes at the person who turned out to be Sim Jayoon, Jake's cousin. She eyes you with a scowl as if scrutinizing you, and retches as if she was grossed out. You knew exactly what she came at you for–to act as a proxy for her wimpy cousin who hasn’t shown his face in the soccer team ever since. She has the reputation of being the worst pick-me in all of tenth grade, and that makes this encounter worse.

“You rang, Yoon?” you reply, faking a cheerful tone as you try your best not to pounce at the poor girl. “Do you need help with something?”

“Weren’t you crying over Jake oppa just last week?” Yoon spits out, towering over you to assert dominance. “Now you’re fucking with another guy? Seriously, sunbaenim, how much of a slut can you be?”

Does she expect me to cry and beg her to keep my dirty little secret? You snort. “Babe, your Jake oppa two-timed me with Park Sunghoon while I was on duty. That makes your cousin the slut here, doesn’t it?”

“And I did what I could do best–moving on.” you add, pissing Yoon off even more. Her face reddens in anger, and you taunt her, patting her head. “Aww, look at you. Aren’t you such a good guard dog for not admitting that your cousin made mistakes?”

“Shut up!” she yells defensively, stepping away from you. “You’re the president and you’re supposed to be the role model, right? You should step down if you tolerate double-dipping! bitch!”

With that, Yoon raises a hand to land a slap on your face, and you grimace, expecting the sting to land on your cheek. However, three seconds in and nothing hits you.

Turns out, a hand blocked Yoon’s arm and stopped her from slapping you. You look over your shoulder to see Jay with his usual meh expression plastered on his face. He raises his brows at Yoon, evidently annoyed by her words.

“At least she’s getting better sex than your cousin does.” he quips, throwing Yoon’s wrist to the ground.

You gasp at Jay’s choice of words. “Jay! Language!”

“What? It's the truth.” he replies, holding up a cube in his hand which happened to be a mini-recorder. “You want me to call your parents or something?”

In defeat, Yoon screams, stomping her way out of the corridors. You hear a deep chuckle from Jay behind you, and you instinctively land a slap on his chest. “You didn’t just say that in front of a fifteen-year old kid.”

“What was I supposed to do? She’s just called you slut and a bitch.” Jay shrugged, and you could only shake your head at him. He leans closer to your ear and whispers, “You’re my bitch, though.”

You roll your eyes, unable to protest “Jay, as much as I appreciate the degradation–”

“Meet me after your last period. I promise I won’t ditch you.” he grins, giving your lips a brief peck. “I’m off to the e-sports club office and nope, Heeseung hyung won’t be playing with me this time.”

“Thanks for the assurance..?” you say hesitantly, followed by a chuckle. He’s back at it again with the random updates. “Show them what you got, gamer boy.”

He pecks your lips again, and starts walking away with his back facing you. You could only look at him in awe as he leisurely walked the corridor with his headphones on and probably a One Ok Rock song blasting from them. He was your definition of comfort, and the only one who could convince you that wasting time wasn’t a bad thing after all.

“Love ya!” he bellows suddenly, making you yelp. Now’s not the time to say it back yet. You blow him a kiss and he makes a run for the stairs. Of course, you loved him, too.

And the other sides of him, of course.

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You two had just gotten back from a house party and Rafe was ready to go home. Y’all had been there for over 4 hours and he had done shits load of business. As you both walk towards the car you walk over to the right side rather than the left and hop in. Buckling your seat belt and resting your palms on the wheel. Rafe sighs deeply while walking over to you.

“Baby…you’re not driving. Move.” He demands. Staring down at you with those controlling eyes.

You wince and look up at him. “But rafey! You’re tired, I’m being a good girlfriend by driving for us! Please let me.” You beg, looking up at him with the best doe eyes you could muster out. He sighs dramatically and closes your door while walking over to the passengers side.

You smile to yourself and start the engine, feeling accomplished as you began to drive. As your driving Rafe looks over at you, admiring the focused look on your face as you drive through traffic. Noticing how you beep your horn and groan at some idiot in the wrong lane. He chuckles lightly at your road rage and suddenly grabs your thigh, rubbing and twisting the soft meat every which way. This causes you to jump, nearly driving onto a curb.

“R-Rafe!” You whine, side eyeing him.

He scoffed and brought his hand up higher, nearly rubbing your panty covered cunt.

“Rafe! Stop it, I’m driving-”

“If you can’t handle me touching you while you’re driving, maybe you shouldn’t be behind the wheel, baby.” He scolds.

“Rafe, that makes no sense!” You argue back while squinting at the road.

“Oh, but it makes so much sense. I mean remember that time when you sucked me off while I was driving-”

“Rafe!” You yell,

he chuckled and brought his hand all the way up to your cunt. Rubbing your clit through the fabric.

You whimper, fully letting go of the wheel and throwing your head back.

“Baby, the road!” He reaches over and grabs the wheel until you turn your attention back to the road.

“Shit!” You yell out.

“Pull over!” He commands.

“What!? Why?” You ask like the answer isn’t obvious.

“Baby, you almost killed us. Pull over.”

🤍not proof read so sorry for any mistakes !!

#fanfic #fypツ #tumblr fyp #fyp #rafe cameron #rafe obx #rafe outer banks #smut #drabble

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socksandbuttons · 3 months

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I miss Lunar’s ability to shift-shape. I always associate his shifting form by his mentality. Like when he feels small he is small, or maybe we would grow claws or fangs and there is a like sharp looking shape on him when he is angry and in defense mode (i always has that headcanon)

YEAHH it was such a good one!! It allowed a lot of headcanon validity! Esp given how many people drew lunar differently too (within the tsams fandom!) But yee also nightmare sun did show up in todays episode (the one Lunar would shift into to scare people). It was a good way to show him mold and grow and yeah as u said. Shows his mentality. UNFORUTUNATELY aside gaming vids the look they showed was his 'trauma look'/'death look' like... bro was sporting that way before in gaming eps and thumbnails. Now to show his emotions is thru powers which isnt bad. but Sighs. Its not the same. (The friendzone episode.. 'why is raining harder' was a hit tho ouch. YEAH. and lunars rage in lightning not bad! allows cool fnaart things)

#and thats how most of the current fandom sees it and IM LIKE I GET IT HE CHANGES LOOKS ALL THE TIME #which is why the jumpsuit look is mine now.#far as im aware im the only other artist who uses it???#i think??? everyone adds a hat #let him be BALD

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xotication · 2 months

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☆,

biker! ken hcs! (& car! guy ken cuz why not??)

biker ken

he rides a ninja 400.

before meeting you, he was for sure reckless. but after the two of you got involved with each other, he promised himself he’d be a lil more careful for you

everyone knows riding a motorcycle is dangerous as fuck, so he never wanted to have you worried

sometimes there’s night where he may go a lil too fast & ends up getting chased by police..

he texts you & tells you to have the garage open so he can just come in & have you close it immediately.. trust, you end up reprimanding him

he always takes you on rides when the sun is setting. idc, he tells you it reminds him of you

does wheelies just to scare you

one day you ask him to teach you how to ride & he says “last i checked, you’re already good at that”

you were left confused until it hit you.. “that is NOT what i meant!”

whenever he gets hit on, he mentions you with so much quickness

if a girl does happen to ask for his number, he gives them yours 😭😭😭 they don’t even know until they text you

if he ever gets injured, the first person he goes to is you, even if he feels that you can’t help. you’re his sense of comfort

like boy could lose a whole leg nd he’d prob call you first to let you know LMAO

his friends hate you bc they say you made him “soft” but you disagree completely!!!

you fear for your life half the time you're his backpack

he speeds through the smallest little cracks between vehicles on the freeway

he uses anything as a ramp & you hate it

when he's making sharp turns he touches the fucken ground with his hand "look how close we are!"

whenever you're in your car & he's on his bike, he always gaps you nd you think it's so mean. yet, he laughs every time

sometimes when he picks you up, he makes sure to make the most noise ever. that's mainly how you can tell he's arrived

i feel like his wardrobe is all black. the only color he has are the clothes you buy for him bc you tease him for being too emo

you also buy him a pikachu skin for his helmet as a joke, but he ends up loving it

he plays deftones on his rides, that or cigs after sex idc.. maybe even sign crushes motorist.. i feel like he's always in his feelings LMAO

whenever you guys are stopped next to a bus or a big semi truck, he always touches it

records pop vids & sends them to you..

car guy ken!

i honestly don't know what kind of car ken would drive..

it's between a supra mk4, nissan 350/370z, or maybe a 2013 bmw 3 :>

i mainly see him in a supra ngl

but whatever car ken drives, he puts WORK into.

you love being around whenever he's working on his cars tho, he'll be all dirty with oils nd shit but its so rawr

ken gets excited over new car parts too

one time you bought him a carbon fiber front bumper and he damn near cried over it

he put starry lights on the roof of the inside of his car to give you something pretty to look at

he lets you keep your little essentials in his glove department or his arm rest

you leave a scrunchie around his gear shift & glosses in his cup holder, plus lil makeup wipes in the lil side compartment on the door

i fear ken has road rage.. he hates slow drivers and flips people off so fucken often

not only that but this man never goes the speed limit???

his car is all blacked out.. so flying down dark highways with his headlights off is his fav thing to do

he hates when you opt out for driving your car.. especially when there's other cars being loud nd making noise. he feels left out, like a puppy taken from its owner

"baby, i wanna make noise too.." with the biggest pout you've ever seen.

one day he suggests that you guys save up for miatas so that your cars can make cute faces at each other & date. it was the sweetest idea ever

car guy ken handles all your car troubles. he's like your personal mechanic

he does donuts in empty parking lots

he did a burn out in your exes drive way & you didn't find out until said ex texted you fucken PISSED

"ken what the fuck??" "what.." "you know what!" "nuh uh."

takes you to car meets so he can teach you more about different cars & the mods you can add to them

can tell a car from the sound the engine is making..

lets you drive his car once & it was the scariest thing he'd ever done

"SLOW DOWN PLEASE"

"i'm going 70!??!"

"this is my baby, i don't want you to crash..."

whenever a car passes him, he takes it as a challenge & gaps them.

#anime #fanfic #manga #kaneki x reader #kaneki ken #headcannons #tokyo ghoul #fluff #tokyo ghoul re #kaneki #kaneki x you #xoti writes

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omniblades-and-stars · 7 months

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The Way

Part i. | Part ii. | Part iii.

ii.

Spirits, he is sure he's cracked. The pressure's too much. Maybe it's just his brain preparing to die. Already bad enough that he called his father, to apologize, of all things. But he swears he hears her confirming that she heard a command from one of the mercenary leaders over the comms he’s backdoored into.

And hope and admiration builds again, even though he didn't think it could anymore.

It's in the way that his heart races and he feels like he might just pass out when he sees that N7 badge on her shoulder through the scope. The soldier wearing the armor leaps over the wall, but she's wearing a full helmet. He wants to hope that somehow she's back from the dead. But he's also afraid to hope. Because it's impossible to come back from the dead.

Right?

She's accompanied by a large human man wearing armor that looks like it's made from several different pieces of old armor, and a human woman who’s wearing something that looks more at home in Aria's precious little club than an active battlefield.

He's definitely lost his mind, he thinks. Grief and rage and anxiety have finally given him a massive stroke and he's actually just laying on the ground next to his rifle, waiting for death to take him. That must be what's going on.

Spirits, even if it is just some other Alliance soldier here to save his sorry hide for some crazy reason, he'd drop to the ground and … what's the human phrase? Kiss their toes? That doesn't sound quite right.

It's in the way that all doubt is removed from his mind when she throws her arm out in front of her, incandescent tendrils reaching out from her palm, and she pulls her fist back. The way the merc in front of her gets yanked back towards her, like a puppet on a string, flailing and probably screaming. Right into a deadly blast from her shotgun.

It’s her favorite “combo move” on the battlefield. That’s what she calls them anyways.

His heart is pounding for reasons completely unrelated to his impending doom.

Hope ignites, he feels … happy? Spirits, it's been so long since he felt happy.

It’s in the way he tries to play it cool, he pretends he definitely was not absolutely about to die. He’s calm, he’s collected, smooth, just like the vids, right? But that’s ruined entirely when she shouts, “Garrus!” and nearly knocks him clear over his perch with the way she throws herself around him.

“You shot me! Ass!” She laughs, full in her belly, and punches his shoulder. Her smile is so wide, it’s all teeth and the rosy flush on her cheeks. He wonders what happened to give her those scars. He wonders how she’s back.

But also, he doesn’t care how. He just cares that she is.

He’s so relieved, he could cry. Instead he says, “Concussive rounds only. No harm done. Didn’t want the mercs getting suspicious.” He's the cool vigilante guy, right?

“Right, right. I believe you,” she says in that teasing tone that says that she doesn’t. But she thinks it’s funny. They fall right back into banter easily, just like old times.

Spirits, how he's missed her.

It’s in the way his last thought before the pain and blood loss pulls his consciousness out from under him is, “Please, not yet. I just got her back.”

It’s in the way she’s waiting for him when he’s finally able to stay conscious for more than an hour at a time, and Dr. Chakwas clears him to join the fight. Shepard leans exaggeratedly from side to side as she examines the damage to his face. The worried look is so brief, he almost misses it. But it’s there. “Well, hell, Garrus, you were always ugly,” she says with a devious smirk.

She always knows how to make him laugh. Even when it really hurts. Spirits, it hurts to laugh.

But it feels good too.

“We can be scar twins,” she announces, fanning her fingers out next to her face as though he wouldn’t have noticed the fact that something is glowing just beneath her skin. He knows she’s just trying to make him feel better.

It doesn’t make it any less effective.

He missed her smile. It still makes him all warm in the neck.

It's in the way she absolutely does make fun of him for being Archangel. "I can't believe you went superhero and Archangel is the best you could come up with," she teases. They're standing shoulder to shoulder in the armory while he fixes her shotgun. She got in too close to a klixen and it melted the release spring on the clip ejector, but thankfully not her hands.

"Yeah, I just kind of fell into it," he answers, trying to ignore how she's leaning into him. And how his heart is pounding in his ears because of it.

"Could have been anything in the universe, and you went with Archangel. Can't believe "Garrus Vakarian, Hero of the Citadel and Second Best Shot in the Galaxy" wasn't good enough for you."

"I don't know, Shep, Second Best sounds like a lie. We both know I'm the best shot. And it's a mouthful," he chuckles as he finishes putting all of the pieces back together.

She elbows him in the arm, "I'll give you a mouthful."

The shotgun falls from his hands onto the workbench, "What?!"

"What?" She responds quickly, confused like she's honestly not sure what she just said.

Now they're both blushing.

He doesn't even remember why he had to be the one to fix her gun. She knows how to do it.

It’s in the way she just tells him what’s on her mind as it comes to her. They’re sitting in the mess, he’s distracted reading over messages on his datapad while she’s blowing on a spoonful of a soup that smells very strongly of … onions, he thinks they’re called.

The spoon is almost to her lips before she pauses and leans back, “I don’t think I could do this without you here, you know?” Then she crams the utensil in her mouth and hums when she finally gets a taste of her soup. As though the thought were the simplest little thing, and not something that has the effect of a stun grenade on him.

“That’s not true, Shepard. You’re only just getting started and you already have very capable people on your team.” He doesn’t have it in him to feel capable or necessary. He mostly just feels like a failure.

“What, you mean the Cerberus lackey who kind of hates my guts even though she rebuilt me, or the other Cerberus lackey?”

“There’s Mordin, and Massani.”

Her spoon scrapes sharp against the edge of her bowl before she lifts it and points it at him, “Fine, I’ll grant you that Massani knows his way around every gun ever made, cause he’s old as shit. And Mordin is scary resourceful, but it’s not the same.”

“I’m not sure I see how,” he says almost pitifully.

“This is our fight, Vakarian. I need you. We’re supposed to do this together," she says heavily. "Or did that rocket scramble your brains and make you forget?” She leans forward and pokes him in the forehead with her spoon for emphasis, droplets of fragrant broth drip down towards his nose.

“No … uh, I just … I mean, no,” he’s scrambling again. Stumbling on his tongue just like old times. “Together.”

He'd be lying if he said it isn't nice to feel needed. Especially by her.

It’s in the way she’s the same, but different. She’s louder, more jocular on the battlefield. “Hey! I was going to get that one,” she shouts over comms as he steals her kill from a distance, dropping a husk with one shot.

She gets him back by charging up biotic energy and turning into a blur that moves at the speed and with the force of a freightliner. She throws herself into a fight like an artillery shell. She is raw energy, like a flash fire. It shouldn’t be so magnificent, but he can’t help but be awed by her.

Jury’s still out on who the better shot is.

She is still merciful, patient and understanding. Even when Ash all but calls her traitor. Shepard just nods and says, "I understand, Ash. It was good to see you." She sounds so sad that it breaks his heart.

It’s in the way she’s grown more casual, freer, since her resurrection. She says she’s not bound by Alliance regs anymore, and that Cerberus can “eat her ass” if they think they’ll get her to salute or sit in a chair the right way ever again. She’s always straddling them, sideways, feet propped on tables, perched over top, or sometimes upside down.

He walks into the observation deck to find her feet flung over the back of the sofa. When he comes around the couch, her hair is brushing the deck and her face is so red, it’s almost purple. It can’t be comfortable. “What are you doing?” He asks through a laugh. She looks ridiculous.

“Enjoying the view. You should try it.” She swings herself around until she’s mostly upright and slaps the couch next to her.

“I think I’m exactly all the wrong shapes for sitting upside down on a human couch.” He points down at his legs, “With the spurs and all-”

She grabs his hand and pulls him down to the couch. “Come on, Vakarian. I won’t tell anyone, even if you look really fucking stupid,” she says with that mischief hiding on her lips again. “Do something whimsical … for me.”

Spirits help him, because he’s trying, and it is just as embarrassing and ridiculous as he thought it would be. She helps, which is somehow worse. But they’re laughing the whole time. Especially when his fringe gets caught under the couch and she has to help free him. He has to perform some feat of acrobatics he didn’t think he was capable of just to be able to stick off the couch far enough for that not to happen again. Other than getting blown up by a rocket, this might be the most uncomfortable he’s ever been.

But it's worth it just to hear her laugh.

She plops down next to him before her head falls over the edge. One of her legs falls over his. Her face immediately starts going red again. “Aren’t they beautiful like this?” She asks, pointing at the stars in front of them.

“It’s space, Shepard. It looks the same from every angle.” He’s not looking at the stars. Because he’s watching her. She looks beautiful like this, he thinks. She’s completely and totally unguarded, she’s looking out at the stars like it’s the first time she’s ever seen them. He thought for sure she would be afraid, and maybe she is. She’s never hidden from fear.

Maybe it’s the blood rushing to the top of his skull, but he takes a chance, small though it is. He’s not sure if she thinks about him like he does her, but he hopes. She makes it easy to hope.

He wraps his hand around hers. Her fingers interlace with his.

She doesn’t let go.

It’s in the way she stands firm on her principles. Even when that means standing right in the crosshairs of his sniper rifle. Her mercy is showing again, and it’s driving him crazy. Making him angry. Sidonis is right there. He can end the man’s miserable, traitorous life with just a squeeze of the trigger.

And she’s standing in the way.

She turns and looks at him through the scope. Her eyes bear the same exhaustion, the same solemnity as they did after Saleon. “Garrus, he’s a coward, not a monster.”

She steps aside. And he remembers every time she offered peace to villains far worse than the likes of Sidonis. He remembers how she always offers them a chance to become better, even if it’s from a prison cell.

It's on us to try to do the good thing.

He remembers how she makes him want to be better.

She’s telling Sidonis that he has his life and he had better make some good out of it before Garrus even tells her he’s not going to shoot. It won't bring his men back anyhow.

She knew he wasn't going to do it. She believes that he’s better than he is. He wants to be worthy of that belief.

It's in the way she renders him a stuttering, awkward mess. He actually cannot believe some of the things that come babbling out of his mouth.

He's already flush around the neck, certain the heat death of the universe is rapidly approaching based entirely on how warm he is, when she leans in close, warming him up even more. She's got him backed against the battery terminal, her lips are only microns away from his mouth. "I'm going to wreck you, Vakarian," she says, low, confident, teasing.

The joke is that this is supposed to be stress relief (they both know it's not just that), but he's never been more stressed. He makes a choked sound that's supposed to be a laugh. She is terrifying and beautiful and he's never been more turned on and anxious in his life.

Spirits, he's already a wreck and they aren't even doing anything, they're just talking about it.

She giggles, actually giggles, and her lips brush against his mouth plates. Soft, warm, just a little chapped. And it's so tender compared to the intensity of her just seconds ago that it sends him reeling.

And she does it again, only this time just a little harder, and she lingers. It doesn't make any sense why it feels so good, so natural, but it does. The anxiety leaves as she sighs against him, and he holds onto her for dear life because if he lets go of her, he might drown underneath the intense waves of every good feeling he's ever felt for her.

Garrus knows two things:

How to make a gun absolutely sing.

And that he is so, so in love and so, so in over his head about it.

No, he knows a third thing:

He wants her to kiss him again.

It's in the way she looks to him, of all people, for reassurance. They're sitting in the shuttle, and everyone is silent, stony faced, and grim. She's clenching and unclenching her fist, and her jaw is set so tight, her teeth might actually shatter.

The Collectors took everyone on the ship, except Joker. They weren't there to help.

Shepard's people aren't cannon fodder, and this hit isn't just close to home, it's right in it. The Normandy is her home, the crew is the only family she has.

Tears streak over her cheeks, but she is silent as the grave. Her eyes are bloodshot when she meets his gaze.

He nods once, he understands. "We’ll send those Collector motherfuckers to hell, Shepard. Together."

"Together."

Jack groans.

It's in the way that she stops his stumbling words and panicked pacing. She caresses his scarred mandible, gentle in a way she isn't usually. "Calm down, Big Guy," she says as she presses a kiss to his mouth. Shepard cinches her fingers around his waist and whispers, "You've already got me. Just go with your gut."

Right, his gut. He's pretty sure that his gut gets him into deep shit most of the time. And Spirits, he's never over-thought sex before but there's a list light-years long of ways this can go wrong, and he's thinking of all of them. What if they aren't biologically compatible in any sense of the word? He knows they should at least be able to actually do it, but what if they can't?

Or the most mortifying possibility of them all, what if it's just bad?

But then she takes his hand and puts it to the center of her chest. Her heart is beating hard and fast, she's just as nervous as he is. And that's more comforting than she could ever know.

And when she kisses him again it’s all the intensity and passion that she was only just barely holding back. And the first time she gasps, and the first time she moans, he forgets every worry he ever had about it.

He forgets about everything that exists outside of her.

And then she’s holding his face, and there’s that mischievous glint in her eyes. “Garrus, there’ll be time for sweet and slow when we get back.” And he knows that’s true. There’s not enough time.

As much as they’d like to pretend it doesn’t, reality still exists outside of her cabin.

She presses her forehead to his and then she growls, “I want you to fucking wreck me.” And then she sinks her teeth into his neck.

It's in the way that drives him wild.

It’s in the way she believes in him, even after everything. She wants him to lead the second squad. “I trust you, and I need you to do this.”

And that means everything to him. Trust is a funny thing, and it has a funny way of making him believe in himself. Her belief, her hope, is infectious, and it always has been.

Spirits, it's a tough fight. But somewhere along the way, he must have earned the respect of the rest of the crew. He can't help but think how this is her influence. He's in the middle of a firefight with things that were once Protheans, a terrifying look into the future if they don't stop the Reapers, and he still manages to feel immense gratitude for the way that Shepard just is.

He shouts an order and that cranky asshole, Massani, confirms that he heard it and follows. He commands to cover the door, and everyone falls into formation seamlessly. Even Jack takes orders.

Is that real, actual pride he feels in himself?

He didn't think that would ever feel possible again.

It's in the way she's victorious. She leaps into the docking hatch of the Normandy and stumbles into the bridge. She collapses against him and tosses her helmet to the ground.

She's laughing, that same manic, breathless laughter that jumps out of her chest whenever she has a close call. She clutches his arms with shaking hands. Her hair is plastered to her face by sweat. Her cheeks are fiery red, blotchy. She's smiling as she shouts, "Joker, get us the fuck out of here!"

She's beautiful.

It's in the way that she turned an impossible suicide mission into a crazy, but successful rescue mission. Everyone is back because she's the one in charge, because this is her family.

He's her family.

It's in the way she tells The Illusive Man to fuck off. "Kiss my ass," she says as she confronts him, standing on the QEC platform. "I'm going to stop the Reapers, and if you get in my way, I'll fucking stop you too." She cuts the line before he can respond.

He rarely sees her so angry. He's glad he's not on the receiving end.

He'd be lying if he says he didn't enjoy seeing her fired up like this though.

It's in the way his heart breaks when he has to return to Palaven and she turns herself in to the Alliance. He doesn’t understand that decision.

But he respects the hell out of her for it.

The heartbreak is different this time. Quieter, less consuming. He has hope this time that they'll be reunited.

She makes it easy to hope.

It's in the way that when the Reapers arrive that he worries. They haven't spoken in months because she was a prisoner. And now they can't make contact because the Reapers are laying waste to everything.

But somewhere deep down, he knows she's fighting like hell, wherever she's at. Because this is their fight. Together, even if they aren't standing shoulder to shoulder yet.

#mass effect #fanfic #garrus vakarian #shakarian #part 2 #the way #daisy screaming into the void

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streussal · 9 months

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Claudia Fanvid Recs

I put together a list of my favourite fanvids of Claudia from Interview with the Vampire for Claudia Appreciation Week run by @claudiadelionlac

The first vid is for the 1994 film, while all the rest are from the current television series.

General Trigger Warnings (not all apply to every single vid): violence, blood, murder, some gore, fire, domestic violence, implied sexual assault (off-screen)

Movie: Precious by bironic - Louis’s point-of-view on Claudia and their relationship. (Music by Depeche Mode)

Vids made while season 1 was still airing:

brutal (youtube link) by @castieldean/ angeldeljueves - It is in fact brutal out here for Claudia! Episodes 4 & 5. (Music by Olivia Rodrigo)

Girl anachronism (AO3 link) by @firstaudrina - Behold the world’s worst accident! Made before the season 1 finale, though it uses some promotional clips for it. (Music by The Dresden Dolls)

Vids using footage from the whole season (in alphabetical order):

Body Terror Song (youtube link) by @castieldean / angeldeljueves - I'm very sorry that you have to have a body // One that will hurt you, and be the subject of so much of your fear (Music by AJJ)

Doll Parts by @finalgirlguy - And someday you will ache like I ache (Music by Hole)

Girls just wanna have fun (youtube link) by @lioncunt / wolfkillerlestat - she just wants to have fun !!!111!! (Music by Cyndi Lauper)

I am not a woman, I’m a god by @idontwikeit - I am not a martyr, I’m a problem (Music by Halsey)

Make It Mine by @wellwaterhysteria - Got my list of goodbyes // Cross my heart, hope you die (Music by Rei Ami)

My Body is a Cage (youtube link) by @eleancrvances / gaia - This vid uses a fair amount of dialogue from the show. The youtube link has subtitles for all the dialogue. (Music by Peter Gabriel)

pas de deux (or, when you're the shape they made you) by @firebuggg- Instrumental vid!

Ptolemaea (youtube link) by @idontwikeit/ Viv - I am the face of love’s rage - The Claudia portion of so far three-part series of vids set to portions of Ethel Cain’s Ptolemaea (Lestat and Louis sections are linked in the post, and can also be found on the vidder’s youtube page)

Seashore (youtube link) by @jennaflare - You’re talkin’ to me like a child (Music by The Regrettes)

Terry Gross (youtube link) by @jennaflare - When it comes to the heist, doesn’t feel like a partnership // ‘Cause my accomplice is completely incompetent (Music by Dessa)

#claudiaappreciationweek2023 #claudia de pointe du lac #fanvids #vid recs #vids: iwtv #vampire chronicles #interview with the vampire

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showtoonzfan · 1 year

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I’ve seen some takes on people saying “creators are allowed to express their issues with people who shit on their work”, like…..yeah creators can do whatever they want but…..it was just a fucking analysis video on why two people thought the show wasn’t good anymore. That’s it. I actually think the real reason Viv was so ticked off from this vid is that unlike the other critique videos, these two people were also professional writers in the industry, so it made Viv feel VERY insecure and pissy and it shows. Like…“how DARE other writers not like my show? How dare other writers speak up about why they don’t think MY writing is good? That’s so mean GGGRRR!”

And guess what? Writers criticize other writers all the time Viv, welcome to the real world. She honestly has no right to even speak on the video anyway because she so obliviously didn’t watch it, or all the way through. Accusing them of “not just understanding how writing works” (or whatever bullshit excuse she wanted to use to hide the fact that she was clearly foaming at the mouth behind the keyboard) just shows that Viv just…doesn’t get it. What’s worse is that fans once again are putting words in her mouth and trying to speak on why she was so upset and defend her, and Viv ends up liking that tweet. I’ve seen people say that “you can criticize things without being a dick” and I’m sorry….as someone who watched the video….how were they being dicks? They were legit calm, understanding and straightforward throughout the entire thing, Viv just takes this all to heart. I think the one that ticked me off the most is that people are upset that they had said they felt like none of this was planned ahead, when VIV HAS LITERALLY ADMITTED THAT SHE DIDN’T PLAN THIS SHIT AHEAD. They’re literally fucking right LMAO. And finally, seeing that Viv has replied to people and only NOW at the last minute goes “oh yeah I guess I should say don’t harass anyone pls!”- like……Viv the deed is done. I know you’re not an idiot, you know your fanbase is batshit and once they see you upset they go feral to your defense so..yeah that doesn’t do anything, you knew exactly what you were doing.

What would be more helpful is to actually take down your shit fit unsubtle tweet but you can’t do that either because you love the attention and are desperate for your ego to be stroked so badly. The fact that a fan had to push her to even say not to harass anyone since she couldn’t do it herself since she is too blinded by her rage is sad. Yes creators are allowed to be upset but like others have been saying, do y’all see Rebecca Sugar hop to twitter to whine and bitch since her show has become a joke recently? No. Do y’all see the creators of Q-Force hop to twitter to bitch about their negative feedback? No. Do y’all see Dana Terrace hop to twitter to complain about the feedback she’s gotten for the Owl house? No. It’s called being a professional and not letting negative feedback get to you. It’s accepting that you’re going to get hate, criticism, and feedback and not taking it to heart. It’s a normal part of being a creator and writer, it happens to almost EVERYONE in the entertainment business, you’re going to get knocked down, you’re going to get criticized, and the best thing you can do is ignore it and keep moving forward, or acknowledge it and keep pushing yourself to be the best you can be. Viv on the other hand is so used to people grappling at her feet, babying her, pampering her and protecting her like some spoiled rich girl with too much power, so when someone in her eyes threatens her throne, she gets upset. Viv….if this is how you really react to feedback and criticism, then you need to wake up because this is how the real world works, and if you can’t do that, log off of twitter or just get off the internet completely since you obliviously don’t know how the internet works either. This woman won’t survive when Hazbin drops.

#vivziepop critical #spindlehorse critical #helluva boss critical #hazbin hotel critical #helluva boss critique #anti vivziepop #helluva boss criticism #helluva critical #vivziepop #vivziepop critique

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nightshadehoney · 6 months

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I never watched James Somerton's shitty Killing Stalking video because I was trying to be good to myself and avoid something that I knew would make me very angry. In fact, I never watched any of his stuff because the fact that he made a video like that was enough to discount any thing he ever had to say (also I heard about the Celluloid Closet plagiarism).

But man, is the James Somerton discourse bringing a lot of Killing Stalking-related feelings back up for me. Because I'm mad; I'm still so mad. There are a suprising amount of people on social media who are saying they never watched any of his stuff except for the Killing Stalking video. I'm annoyed not just to find out that the vid had that sort of reach and influence, but also because Somerton's unmasking hasn't seemed to make people reasses the validity of the kind of thing he was saying. People are just now being like "hmm I think this guy might have Issues With Women" but that doesn't warrant any reflection on what exactly the motivation is of people who complain about women enjoying a niche webcomic? Because I don't actually believe you're concerned about the influence of some obscure piece of media when you advertise its existence to your large audience many of whom had not heard of it and would never have heard of it but for your transparent outrage porn video. It's rage bait and the target was women that are perceived as straight. A big channel has publicized the fact that they excised a section that endorsed the opinions in this video from their own because they became aware of Somerton's plagiarism and dishonesty (presumably; if it was actually because they recognized his views were coming from a sexist place I would welcome a clarification). And you know, I don't think that's a good look actually. That you needed to be told he was a bad person and couldn't idependently put together that the misogynist man was saying misogynist things.

The comic ended years ago and the fandom has gone mostly quiet, but to this day people are still the peddling the"fujoshi/stupid teenage girls who don't know what's good for them are shipping these characters because they are too braindead to realize it's not a romance; it's a horror, two things I believe are mutually exclusive. I am smarter than all of these cringe degenerates" bullshit. It's in the comments of the hbomberguy video even; one comment was such a gross misrepresentation of the series that my friend needed to talk me down from getting into a pointless youtube comments argument (bless him) because these people are officially making me lose my marbles.

This narrative is full of shit, it's demonstrably not fucking true. You can go on the artist's twitter right now and its full of her retweeting shippy fanart of that pairing readers were apparently never intended to ship.

(I don't think Koogi knows or cares about James Somerton; she just reblogs the works of fans who tag her. This made me laugh though).

Now this is all speculation because he died decades before social media existed, but I think if Nabokov was alive today his twitter would not be full of Humbert Humbert x Dolores Haze fanart. And yet, I have unironically seen people compare shipping Sangwoo and Bum in Killing Stalking with the misreading of Lolita as a precocious sexual temptress more than once.

And this isn't me saying that Killing Stalking is the disgusting"pro-sexualized abuse" comic that tumblr purity police used to characterize it as either. One of these days I'm going to go truly bonkers and end up banging pots and pans on the street corner, yelling at random innocent passerbys about how stories about romantic and sexual relationships are not required to be Hallmark movies. You can make art about the negative, dark, and troubling parts of these feelings and relationships without creating a pat morality tale. You don't need to approach media analysis like your 7th grade teacher has assigned you an essay on explaining what a novel's "message" is.

Nobody, not the author and not the fans, genuinely thinks that Sangwoo and Bum have a healthy or aspirational relationship. This hypothetical person that does not understand the relationship is toxic doesn't exist. Because girls and women, even the ones having cringey fandom fun on tiktok or whatever, are not so stupid and naive that they are unware that breaking someone's legs and locking them in a muder basement is bad. The type of concern troll rhetoric Somerton employed in his video is directed near exclusively at women interested in men and there's a reason for this. Women are not responsible for abuse that men do to them; nobody is responsible for their partner abusing them. If I never saw people spit this bullshit again it would be too soon.

#this is not usually the kind of post I make here because I really try to make this tumblr a positive mental space for me but ffs #james somerton #killing stalking

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simulation-machine · 5 months

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Controversial opinion: Being sick is not a good time

Hey y'all! Haven't really been around too much. I've been sick for the past week-and-change, (probably the 'VID or a sinus infection) (I didn't bother getting tested because I go literally nowhere and my partner, who does go places, tested negative).

Basically, I imagined Teen Lou and Esme cheering me on whenever I did Olympic-level feats like showering or making myself tea.

If for some reason you wanna know more, here's a cut because I suck at being pithy.

My body's response to getting sick is basically 1) whine so, so much and 2) sleep for 17 hours a day until conditions improve. Fortunately, my partner is very much a caretaker at heart and ensured I was fed and that the dogs were looked after. Oh, did I mention school started this past Monday? So yeah I haven't been online much.

On top of all that, my mom was hospitalized. I was on the phone with her wife every day and long story short, it was a combination of getting bronchitis and pneumonia at once, a blood clot in her liver KIDNEY, being on too high of a dose of 'beetus meds, and also being allergic to one of the antibiotics they put her on. Oh, and she has Wolff-Parkinson-White Syndrome, which means they had to pay extra attention to her heart so she wouldn't have to get a 3rd ablation.

So, when I was online, it was on FB to let people know what was going on with my mom. FB is basically the equivalent of a mass text to everyone I know and I otherwise don't really get on it. ANYWAYS.

The #1 fear in my life, that I have had since I was a wee little kid, is my mother's untimely demise. She's been sick a lot throughout my life despite being a tough ol' broad who is the real-life inspiration for Destiny Child's "Survivor."

Which is to say that on top of being physically worn down, I have been endlessly emotionally exhausted as well. Like every update from my step-mom/mom's wife about her hospital stay would end in me crying and freaking out, having super vivid dreams about having to plan my mom's funeral (THANKS BUT NO THANKS NYQUIL, YOU NASTY YET SUCCESSFULLY CONGESTION-KILLING BITCH).

I have been playing Sims 4 still, but not the Orson's because I cannot be trusted when goofed up on cold meds. I've been playing a very casual game that sort of started off as a 100 Baby Challenge with Wicked Whims turned waaaaay up, but is now the story of 7 sisters who have the same mom but different dads.

I might show some pictures from that because some of those kids turned out hella cute and interesting. Plus I was needing a bit of a break from the Orsons anyways.

That's all! I'm feeling like 75% human these days so I'll likely be on a bit more, but mainly just wanted people to know that I didn't die or rage quit or anything.

#louise octavia orson #esme fabienne purcell #sort of an announcement #irl happenings #crystal has a controversial opinion that is actually a fairly popular opinion #absolutely fuck being sick #at least school so far has been rad #finally at that point where i'm only taking high level classes that pertain to my interests #is this tumblr or livejournal i forget

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