#and sorry for the ot content

[alltheyoungmoons]

went to my first physiotherapy sesh today and the doctor was cute (but he cracked open a red bull in the middle of it so he’s actually my mortal enemy now) and all i kept thinking about was r/s sports au and how mortifying it must be to be gay for your pt while they flip and stretch you around. braver than any us marine.

[starheirxero]

PLEASE become evil on main your thoughts are always very interesting !! :3

Anon I need you to know I was debating just only making that one post and then biting my tongue about the rest but this ask was genuinely so relieving to see that I teared up a little bit thank you HDKSHDJD

I did, however, uhm. talk a Lot. and I'm very much being more honest about my feelings on this than I usually am, so it's going under the cut bdjshdjdnf

Ahem ahem. So. From a meta standpoint? I just have a very, very weird feeling about what's going on with tsams now that they've Also changed Lunar's name. The only information we have on what's happening is from Discord, where Kat mentioned it wasn't her choice to change Earth's name and the mods reassuring everyone that the changes are for a good reason. I've been seeing theories that the changes are to make them more sellable for merch? But I,, don't fully know why they'd have to change their own OCs for that? So idk

From a story perspective though? It doesn't make sense and it's just another vein of Lunar having no choice in what happens to them.

Just because Libra asked "do you accept this permanent name change?" doesn't mean that "no" was a valid answer, because then what would have happened? They say "actually, I like my name, Lunar feels fine" and then what? The astrals, of which are famously judgy and pushy, say "okay, we'll continue to call you Lunar then! (Even though we just said that Lunar is an unfitting astral name)" like?!?!!??? And Lunar just immediately goes home to be like "uh. I guess I have a different name now? and I don't wanna deal with two names, so just call me Cosmos too."

They didn't make this choice. And honestly! They couldn't have because Lunar wouldn't have ever changed their name of their own volition!!! You can't tell me that Lunar—the character who is known for trying to cling onto a sense of identity so hard that it causes more problems for them in the long run—would be willing to let go of their own name? That is the one thing about them that actually hasn't changed since the beginning, the one thing that's consistent in the face of everything.

Plus, on a more personal note? I had an experience with my old username where everyone was calling me a nickname derived from my url instead of my actual chosen name, and the realization that only one person was calling me my actual preferred name made me have a messy identity crisis. If Lunar wasn't just, a character who is unfortunately the subject of bad writing lately, this choice would probably hit them at some point. They'd probably have that same awful, dreadful feeling of "oh god. no one even knows me."

It's just. Earth made sense because she at least gave her own reasons. She said "yeah I'm tryna be my own person now, so I'm Terra!" but Lunar's reason was just "uh. Libra gave it to me sooo.... 👍 yup." Like. augghhh. They could have gone by both Lunar and Cosmos too if the writing wasn't being so weird but !!! ugh. deflates. it's whateverrrrr

[skimmeh]

I hope you know that stareater even though it's desertduo and ranchers centric story ... there's a lot many other characters in it that I hold dear

[cherryozyi]

I PROMISE I'LL FINISH THE SQUISH MINI COMIC BEFORE NEW YEARS

Anyways sneak peek with the background!!

[notanactressyayy]

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ 𝐬𝐡𝐡... 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞

pairing . Natasha Romanoff x virgin! fem! reader

summary . when she decides to make the move and discovers you had never experienced anything like that ever before, she plans the perfect way to put your fears away and get to see that side of yours for the first time.

warnings . smut! i am not responsible for your content consumption! — implied sexual abuse (from Dreykov), virginity loss, foreplay, nipple play, strap on usage, fingering, multiple orgasms, lots of praises, Natasha's incredibly hot russian.

notes . english is not my first language (🇧🇷) so i apologize for any spelling errors. feedback is highly appreciated! <3

divider credits: @anitalenia

you had been waiting for Nat to come home from the avengers compound all day. she had told you Tony was making some updates on FRIDAY and needed the team's opinion on everything, so she stayed there a little longer than the usual.

you had to admit — it was never the same without her in the house. wearing her clothes didn't help as much as you thought, neither did Liho meowing all day as if telling you she missed her.

so your eyes perked up to the door as you heard the doorknob turning, eyes sparkling at the sight of Natasha. she was smiling.

most of the times she came back from the compound she had bruises and cuts from missions, and looked down and tired. so knowing she had fun with her team made your day a hundred times better. even if it was already midnight.

"hey, kitten," she chuckles and crouches down to pick the cat up as she runs to her, immediately nuzzling against her and meowing. "i missed you too,"

"i missed you too." you say quietly, Natasha's eyes immediately following the voice. she drops her bag on the floor and runs towards you, sitting on the edge of the couch where you laid.

"hi, dorogaya!" she places her hand on your cheek and pecks your lips, coaxing a little sigh out of you. her mouth then travels to your forehead to plant a kiss there. "i'm sorry for making you wait. but it was so fun. all i could think about was coming home and telling you!"

you giggle, seeing her so enthusiastic. you shift to make room for her on the couch and she adjusts herself so you're leaning on her chest now — Liho laying comfortably on both of you. "okay. tell me!"

"so," she begins, taking a deep breath as she became selfconscious about how happy she was. "Ant Man was there, and he was struggling with his pym-particle blasters and he became very very tiny. more than he should. and then, when Tony opened FRIDAY's device, he decided to tease all of us and entered there, tickling the artificial intelligence! she pretended to laugh, and Tony couldn't understand why everything he was trying to do wasn't working."

her laugh was so sweet, so genuine, that a sense of calm washed over you, everything was okay now, you were both okay. and knowing Natasha, having her happy was the best gift you could ever have. your arms wrapped around her neck, and you kisses the tip of her nose. "i'm glad you had a great day with them,"

Natasha's lips parted as she felt the kiss, her gaze locking with yours. she realized she had finally gotten rid of that feeling that something bad could happen anytime. she wasn't alert 24/7 anymore. now, she was home. with you. "i did.. and i have you now."

she carefully picks the sleeping cat and place her on the little bed next to the couch, then returns her attention to you. her hands travel down to your waist, fingertips sliding under the thin shirt you wore. you gulp, fingers tangling in her red locks and pulling her closer.

"i have you, now." you repeat quietly, before crashing your lips on hers.

the russian immediately melts against you, a faint groan echoing from the back of her throat, the vibrations going straight to your core. she carefully lifts you up and pulls you onto her thigh, allowing your weight to rest on her. you usually didn't have make out sessions, since she was with the others most of the time, doing missions. but you wouldn't let that opportunity slide.

the tip of your tongue darts out and licks her bottom lip, a silent plea for something more. she was surprised. she didn't usually see you making the moves. her lips part fully, welcoming your tongue in her mouth, as she returns the action. her tongue mingles with yours, slowly, wanting to make the moment last, but it wasn't enough.

her hand slid up your back, pulling your chest flush against her own. you whimper as the kiss deepens, body shifting and molding perfectly with her. this was getting further than you thought it would.

Natasha broke the kiss with a small gasp, shifting your positions and carefully laying you down on the couch. her body hovered yours, and her lips trailed kisses down your face, your neck. your eyes widened — in surprise, but also in panic.

"Nat," you breathlessly whisper, weakly grabbing her shoulders to hold onto her. her lips didn't stop, only seeming to be hungrier and hungrier for you. "wait,"

"no, krasivaya, (beautiful,)" she mumbles against your skin, pulling your body even closer to her. she didn't want to stop. "just let me, please,"

you take a deep shaky breath to try and calm yourself down. you knew Natasha, and that she'd never hurt you, so this helped. you carefully took her face in your hands, and pulled her head which was tucked on your neck back. she took a great look into your eyes, and frowned. "what's up, baby?"

"nothing, it's just.." you sigh. her eyes narrow for a brief second, then, a small chuckle comes out of her mouth. damn it, she saw the soft pink creeping up your cheeks.

"are you shy?" she inquires, raising her eyebrow. you got relieved as she suddenly got off you and sat on the couch properly, pulling you onto her lap again and wrapping her arms around your waist.

"it's not that." you shake your head and look down, begining to pick on your nails.

it wasn't shyness. you just had a feeling that would lead towards sex. and not that you weren't ready, you just never had it before — other than pleasuring yourself — and Natasha didn't know that fact, until now.

"oh..." she suddenly realizes what's going on. instead of getting angry, a smile tugs on the corner of her lips again. she looks at your face for some good seconds, before wrapping her arms completely around your frame and pulling you to her chest.

that reminded her of all the times she was forced to do something she had no idea of what it was, all the times she felt scared, felt dirty, doing something she didn't want to. god, she didn't want you to feel like that. she never wanted anyone to feel like that, ever.

"are you a virgin, lyubovmoya? (my love,)" her voice sounds extremely calm and tender that it makes you a little surprised. "tell me,"

"yes, yes i am." you exhale and lean your head on her shoulder, eyes fluttering close.

"okay. do you wanna keep it like that?"

that. the question you've been most fearing. usually, if it were anybody else, you'd say no. but Natasha just made you feel so safe, so loved. you wanted to take that step further with her.

"no, i don't."

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

"just keep 'em closed,"

your soft giggle melts Natasha. her hand covers your eyes as her hand maneuvers you by your hip, inside the bedroom. she had decided to keep everything natural for you this day. no rushed things. but she couldn't be happier. you were trusting her with that.

"did you feed Liho?" you whisper as Natasha carefully places you on a specific spot on the room.

"i'm about to fuck you and you're worried about the cat?" she laughs, making you gasp. you playfully smack her shoulder.

"you!" you smile. her hand gets removed from your eyes. they immediately get dreamy at the sight in front of you.

Natasha was only in a set of lingerie. for the first time ever, you saw her. it was something she thought — in order for you to feel safe, she'd have to show you she felt safe with you herself. because deep inside, she was just another broken, insecure person.

your eyes scanned her body, trying carefully not to stare too hard, seeing the scars and marks that engraved her skin. your fingertips shyly reached for her, and she didn't stop you. in fact, her hands hovered yours as she slid them up her skin.

a quiet 'wow' leaves you, followed by a genuine smile of yours. you pull her closer, looking all doe eyed at her. "you're beautiful,"

"i wanna see you too," she looks down at you. "can i?"

"you can," you hum, raising your arms, a silent invitation for her to undress you.

Natasha's fingertips gently tug at the hem of your blouse, before pulling it over your head. you were the complete opposite of her. smooth skin, no battle scars like hers. she was quick to kneel down and tease the buttons of your jeans, wanting to see if you would stop her or not.

"please, Natasha."

she does as you ask and undo the jeans, letting them pool around you on the floor. she helps you step out of them, and hum as you're both now half naked. everything felt otherworldly romantic and.. safe. even if Natasha was trying her best not to ruin you right there, just by seeing you so soft, so.. vulnerable for her like that. she liked being in control for once.

so your eyes squeezed shut as she suddenly pressed her body against yours and pinned you back against the wall. "shh."

your breath hitches in anticipation, her fingertips slowly tracing up your spine and allowing her palm to rest above the clasps of your bra. Natasha's free hand moves up your stomach, her knee sneakingly trapping you against the wall between your legs. she tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. "let me, malyshka. (baby). i know what i'm doing, just relax."

"mhm," a little whine comes out of your throat, which makes her smile. she nods in encouragement and moves her mouth close to your ear, pressing a kiss on the spot under it.

"ya ne khochu, chtoby ty zhalel obo mne, detka, (i don't want you to regret me, baby,)" she whispers in your ear, and you have no idea of what it means. but something was right — the thin fabric of your panties felt extremely soaked right now. "so, i'll make you feel so, so good."

"please," you wrap your arms around her neck, pressing yourself closer. her skin felt better than you could have ever imagined against your own.

"i'm here." she reassures you, then carefully spins you around and lay you down on the bed. her hand that ghosted over your back undid the clasps of your bra, and tossed it somewhere else on the floor.

you're absolutely sure that it was not the cold air that made you shiver and that got your nipples hard. you gulp, breathing coming out in soft pants as Natasha's hands gently handled you, cupping your breasts as her lips pressed a trail of kisses on the valley between them. "you're gorgeous, my girl."

"you feel so good," you breathe, subconsciously leaning towards her hands. her thumb pinches your nipple as she suddenly latches on you, slowly sucking on your other breast, giving both of them the same attention. "Natasha."

the way you moaned her name, breathlessly like that coaxed a sound of her own. your fingers tangled on her hair to makeshift a ponytail, so her hair wouldn't get in the way. she released your skin with a pop and claimed your lips, kissing you like she never did before — as if trying to pour all the love she had for you in the kiss. you slowly got a handle of the whole thing. you reached up to take off her bra, and yet she didn't break the kiss. only when you got impatient, whimpering as the ache between your legs became unbearable.

"i need you," you murmur, clearing your throat, lips tingling due the intense kissing. "please, Nat. make me yours."

god, yes. she was never letting you go. not before, and certainly not now.

"i will." she says huskily. she moves, so she's straddling one of your thighs, but not putting her weight on you. "tell me to stop whenever you want to,"

her pointer finger put your panties aside and jeez, that was torturous. you didn't want that fabric there anymore. but she was teasing. but that all flew away from your thoughts when you gasped, her middle and ring finger suddenly entering your hole — thumb lazily rubbing your clitoris, all of that with one hand, her other arm resting next to your head to support her weight on the bed. you instinctively reached out to hold her arm, eyes embarrassingly rolling to the back of your head. being masturbated by someone else was so perfectly good, nothing compared to doing it alone.

"oh, my.." you coo, head falling back against the pillow as your breathing quickly got laboured.

"you like that, detka?" she asks, eyeing you down almost possessively, silently promising herself she would never allow anyone to see you like that, touch you like that ever again. she curls her fingers against your g-spot, making you nod desperately.

"yes, yes yes." you gasp once more, biting on your lip and bucking your hips up towards her hand. she could tell you were getting close, you made it obvious. "don't stop,"

"my, my princess. already gonna cum for me?" she gently teases and increases the pace, doing her best to get through your clenching walls — getting another pleasured moan from you. "that quick?"

"i can't.. can't hold it, Nat," your body suddenly shudders forward, shuddering gasps coming out of your mouth as your juices coat her fingers, as they fuck you through your orgasm. it was nothing new, yet sharing it with her was definitely something else. "fuck, fuck.."

"good job, baby." she carefully pulls your panties down and throw them aside, leaning down to kiss your forehead. "that's it. i'm so proud,"

you just laid there, feeling the whole adrenaline from the new experience, letting yourself be pampered by her kisses and praises.

"hold on," your eyes snap open as she suddenly leaves you on the bed and grab something on the closet. you could've never had imagined she had it before, nor that she'd use it with you, in you, someday. a strap on. "i'm not done with you yet."

what was supposed to make you scared, the size, just got you more excited. watching her put it on was the hottest thing you ever saw, made your heartbeat go to the moon and back. and it was already hammering since the start.

"do you want to back off from this?" she whispers, now sounding genuinely concerned. you shook your head, grabbing onto her shoulders and pulling her closer.

"no, no. i trust you." you weakly confirms and she smiles. she takes one of your legs and presses it against your stomach, knee to your chest, revealing your totally drenched cunt to her. she grabbed your hip with the other hand and positioned herself.

the first inches were just fine, but you could saw it did hurt as much as she pushed inside you. you did your best to suppress your groans, but she saw it hurt. she knew it did. "shhh.. just a little bit more."

her stomach and breasts pressed against yours and she leaned her head down close to your own, pressing her cheek against your cheek, nuzzling gently, giving you all the time you needed to adjust to the size.

you felt so.. complete. filled up, by the woman you trusted the most. your arms wrapped around her shoulders when you got ready. you were so lubricated that it didn't bleed, it was just a discomfort that was soon over. "move."

with the green light, all of Natasha's self-restraint disappeared as her hands held your hips, then she began giving you slow, tiny thrusts. to introduce you to the whole thing — which you quickly became addicted.

moans surely echoed on the room when the feeling registered. it was good. it felt amazing.

"go faster," you plea, holding her body tighter to yours as your hips tried and matched her movements.

"so eager," she hisses and quickens the pace, to a point the headboard was already hitting the wall. her strong arms hold you in place as she fucks the little remains of purity out of you. "all mine now."

the tip of the fake cock brushes deeper each time she pounds into you, as you both discover the depths of your body together, as just as this new way of coming you never experienced before.

the familiar pit in your stomach slowly built tighter and got ready to snap, and she recognized that. her hand slid between your sweaty bodies to stimulate your clit a little bit more, and you were sure you moaned a little too loudly.

"Natasha!" your nails dig into her skin, as a toe curling wave of pleasure washes over you, once again.

"that's it, dorogaya," she nods, slowing down and allowing you to savour the feeling, watching you fall apart. your cum soaked the silicone material of the strap on, and honestly, the wet sounds it made got you a little embarrassed.

you weren't aware of your surroundings anymore, only that Natasha leaned her weight on you and held you close, still inside you. she rolled over to pull you on top of her, and stroked your hair, hearing the little moans you made.

"you're so perfect for me.." she coos, carefully pulling out of you, making you hiss as the material dragged across your extra sensitive walls. "you took me so well, my girl."

"thank you..." you mumble, shifting just to bury your face in the crook of her neck.

Natasha didn't want to talk right now. and she wouldn't. she just pulled the blankets over the two of you, giving you time — to feel, to think, to recompose. she sighed, and a wide smile showed on her face. she was glad you couldn't see it, she looked so giddy, so happy and so proud. she did something right. once.

[kirislovelygf]

Req: (pre end of s1 events) Sevika falls in love with the (maybe younger??) reader who works at the last drop and she awkwardly has to figure out how to talk to them, knowing that she's intimidating.

across the bar (sevika x gn! reader)

contents: sevika has a crush on the bartender and keeps coming by but doesnt know how to talk to reader, have a little late night walk, they talk more, fluff, first meeting, confession, first kissesssss, reader has a FAT crush on sevika wrd count: 3.1k (yikesss)

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i’ve been a bartender at the last drop for about a couple months now. and almost every night i’ve been working here, sevika’s been in the corner. i thought she was hot at first. 

but then i caught her staring. at first i thought it was cute, like eye flirting but she never actually came up to talk to me. i’d bring shots to her table, some of her minions would come up and order for her, but she never talked to me. 

and every time i tried to talk to her, i’d miss her. she’d walk out ot he bar before i could get the chance. 

i was kind of creeped out. a big scary woman with scars and dark eyes watching me?

i got freaked out and started carrying a knife with me for the late night shifts. 

but then later, she actually started saying hi. my first instinct was to be nice. and there’d be instances where she’d try to come up to the bar but i was busy running around, making drinks. 

but the day came when she actually came up to order from me. 

i was laughing with my friend as they were sitting, sipping on a beer, when sevika came up and slammed her beer glass on the wood. we stared at her awkwardly and my friend took that as a sign to walk away. “i’ll.. come back later.” he said. 

i glared as he left. i look up at sevika. “hi. need a refill?” i asked. 

“nah.. what’s that?” she tilted her chin to a green and yellow colored drink a woman was enjoying in the corner booth.

“oh... zaun sunset. want one? i make them myself.” i said to her. she tilts her head slightly. “don’t you make all the drinks yourself? 

“i make some of them. but i just pour everything else.” i said. she squints her eyes at me, making my heart drop to my stomach. 

“anyway.. i’ll get started on that.” i smiled softly.

i went to get the drinks to make it while glancing every couple seconds. she didn’t leave the bar and everytime we made eye-contact, she’d look away. 

now that she’s not in the darkest corner of the bar and i can see her face, she’s actually really hot. 

hopefully she’s just hot and not a creep. 

i placed two cherries on the drink and went and placed it in front of her with a napkin beside it. 

“here you go.” i smiled softly. 

she stared at it. “it’s a little.. frilly, don’t you think?” she muttered. 

“is it the cherries?” i chuckled. 

she stares at it for another second and picks out the cherries onto a napkin i placed beside the drink. i laugh softly before she takes a long sip. 

i watched her eyes widen and i chuckled softly. “is it still too frilly?” 

“what the hell did you put in this?” she asked. “everything.”  

i smiled at her. she's kinda.. 

someone called me over for a refill. “you enjoy that.” i said to her. i took the cherry from her napkin and popped it in my mouth before  i walked away. 

the rest of the night continued to pour people's drinks and stuff. 

around two a.m, i closed the bar for the night. i waved bye to the last person that walked out and locked the door. 

i then turned to the dirty, unorganized, sticky, smelly bar and sighed out. 

it was my night to clean so i walked over to the record player before getting started. 

while looking for some music, someone knocked on the door. 

“we’re closed, go away.” i yelled out, looking back at the door. the silhouette looked familiar and i walked over to the window. i stepped on a chair to look through it. 

it was sevika pacing the floor outside the door. 

“oh..” 

i jumped down from the chair, unlocked the door and opened it. she had her fist rased, about to knock again.

“hey. sorry about that, um.. you know we’re closed right?” 

“i know. i just uh..” she stuttered. 

“i noticed you didn't leave.. and there’s some drunk guys down the alley. i just.. didn’t want you walking home alone.” she explained. 

so she was waiting for me to leave..

“oh! okay.. well, i have to clean the bar, so maybe once i’m done, you can walk me home?”

her eyes widened slightly. “um..” 

“i’ll be quick. i could use the company anyway.” 

she nodded and i let her in before locking the door again. i went over to the record player and found a song. “la camisa negra” played the opening notes before i turned up the volume. 

“can i help?” she asked as i walked over. 

“nah, just sit. talk to me.” i smiled. i went to find a rag and spray. 

“your name’s sevika, right?” 

“um.. yeah.” she said as she took a seat at the bar.

“do you know my name?” i asked as i walked to a table. 

“i might be wrong. is it y/n?” 

“yeah, good guess.” i chuckled. 

i looked up at her, smiling softly. she shakes her head. “i feel bad just sitting here.” she stepped off the bar stool and walked over. 

“here..” she stands in front of me and gently takes the rag and spray from my hand. 

“i got these tables.” she hummed in a low tone. 

i have never been so turned on. oh my god. 

i stared up at her as my face went hot. “uhuh.. thanks..” i muttered as i walked away. i looked back at her wiping down the table with her hand. 

i huffed and waved a hand at my face. “hot.. hot in here.” i whispered. 

i found another rag and spray bottle and joined her. 

it was silent for a second before i started talking to her. 

“so.. what do you do? besides hang around here..” i asked. she glances up at me before muttering. “um..” 

“if i had to guess.. cake decorator?” i smiled. she laughs softly. 

“orr.. maybe you make cute clothes for little dogs.” i said. 

“dogs need clothes?” 

“yeah! they get cold.” i joked. she shakes her head. 

he picks up her supplies and moves to a table closer to me. oh my god, look at her muscles. she looks so good. 

“so what do you actually do?” i said, regrettably taking my eyes off her.

“i work for vander.. sort of.”  

“wow.. i was way off.” i moved to another table. “you just.. move deliveries for him or something?” 

“sort of.” she hummed. 

i look over and she’s not smiling anymore. 

“what about you? is this the only thing you do?” she asked. 

“the only thing i get paid for. and it’s not much, you know how cheap vander is.” i joked. she smiles softly.

wait, she's so cute, aw.

“but i paint and stuff sometimes. that canvas over there?” she looks at me and i direct her to a canvas hanging over the booth in the corner. it was of the skyline of zaun but brighter with happier colors. 

“i just finished it last month.” i told her. 

“whoa...” she hummed. “it’s nice.” 

i smiled. “how long did it take you?” 

“just a week or two. it’s hard to stop when i’m really into something.” i said. 

“hm.. is there more?” she asked. 

i look up from the table. i move on to the one she was at. “yeah, i paint stuff all over the city. not those dumb, sloppy graffiti tags kids make.. most of the murals you see, i made them.” i shrugged. 

“no way.” she said. “you should show me once we get outta here.”

“you sure? we’re gonna walk a lot.” i said, looking up at her. oh my god, her lips look so biteable. would she mind if i jumped over this table right now? 

“i don’t mind.” she shook her head slightly before moving on to another table. i watched her before moving to another table. 

we eventually finished and she insisted on lifting all the chairs to put them over the tables. i’m so glad i let her. 

i got to watch her flex her muscles for like ten minutes while pretending to clean the bar. 

i wasn’t cleaning no damn bar. i was imagining what her muscles would feel like around my head. 

“you finished?”

“huh?” she was in front of me on the other side of the bar. she blinked. “are you finished here?” 

“oh! yeah, just about.” i chuckled. i quickly wiped it down before moving to put away the bottles of liquor i left out. 

i was too lazy to get the step stool from the back, so i tried reaching the top shelf to put away the whiskey.

“let me get that for you.” i heard sevika mutter.she went up behind me and she took the bottle from my hand before placing it on the shelf with ease. 

she goes for the other bottle. “this too?” 

“yeah..” i breathed out. 

i was under her, watching her, staring at her face before she looked down at me. 

i should have some shame but i don’t. and i don’t care!

“thanks.” 

“no problem.” 

“i could use your help around here more often. to reach the tall stuff.” i hummed softly. 

i thought she was going to kiss me before she walked away. “maybe..” she hummed. 

i swear she was teasing me. or what if she hates me? 

my eyes rolled to the back of my head before i went to go find the broom. 

she tried to take the broom from me but i insisted it was fine. “it’s okay! i got it.” i laughed. 

“just go sit.. pour yourself some whiskey or something.” i chuckled. 

“i just put it away.” she said as she walked over to sit. “then water, i dunno.” 

we look at eachother, chuckling softly. 

“i still feel bad just watching you.” 

“there’s literally nothing else for you to do. just talk to me.” i chuckled as i sweeped under tables. 

“i’m not.. very good at that.” she said. 

“that’s okay. um.. what's some stuff you like to do?” 

“drink.. gamble.. smoke.. read.. that’s it.” she shrugged. 

“okay..” i chuckled. “reading is cool. what do you like to read?” 

“old history books mostly. sounds boring, but i always loved learning.”

i look over at her. “that's… unexpected. you don’t see many people over fifteen reading down here.” 

“my old man made me learn when i was young.” she said. “ohh.” i chuckled.  

“so history.. what about fun fantasy books, hm? you like the ones with magic and stuff?” i asked. 

“when i was a kid, yeah.” she chuckled. “grown-ups can read those books too.” i said to her. 

i look over at her. her back against the chair, her arm and hand on the bar, my clothes slipping off. 

i mean, whaaatt. 

“i dunno.. after growing up down here, i stopped believing in  those stories, you know?” she walks over to the record player and changes the music. 

“just like everyone around here.” she hummed. 

i stared at her. i realized i just sweeped up the whole bar. i walked over to stand next to her seat. 

i leaned against the bar. “isn’t it better to believe in those than in whatever mess zaun is?” 

“it’d be nice but it’s not reality.” 

i studied her face. she had dark circles under her grey eyes. i wonder if her lips look that good  naturally or if she likes wearing lipstick. 

she looks down at me before nervously averting her gaze. 

“d-don’t you need to put that away?” she muttered. 

“ah.. yeah. i’ll be right back, then we can get out of here.”  

i walked away from her and came back to her, taking a cigarette out of her pocket. 

“alright, i’m done. lets go look at some of my art.” i sighed out. 

she turns off the record player and i turn off all the lights. 

she holds the door open for me. “what a gentle-lady, thank you.” i smiled. she laughed nervously and i turned to lock the door. i glanced at her. 

she was nervously flicking her lighter to get a flame. 

i smiled to myself at how such a terrifying woman can get nervous so easily. 

“come on..” i said to her. 

i’ve gone home with other hot people but i never completely trusted any of them. but for some reason, i felt so safe with her behind me. 

probably because she’s 6’5, like two hundred pounds of muscle and has a gun on her belt. 

i led her through the lanes, showing her a couple of my smaller murals. she had little to say about them but seeing her face, i knew she liked them. 

i finished showing her another one before taking her hand. “my best one is this way, come on.” 

i led her to an alleyway before i let go of her hand. we turned a couple corners, climbed a couple stairs, until we reached the rooftop of an old building and then onto its balcony. 

she jumped down first before holding her arm out to help me. 

“thanks.” i smiled at her as i touched the metal floor. we look over at my mural on the wall of an old factory that towered over the neighborhood we were in. 

“this is the biggest one i’ve ever done. took me a couple months.” i said to her. “i named her 'the woman in the wind.' i think it’s my best piece.” 

she stared up at my piece in awe and i never felt so accomplished for a piece. 

i look up at her face. “you’re.. so incredibly talented.” she spoke. “how’d you even come up with something like this?” 

“it was supposed to start out as a mural of my mom, who died when i was little.. but i realized when i was sketching out her face that i didn’t remember her as well as i thought i did.” she both leaned against the railing to stare at the artwork. 

“even now, i’m not completely sure i remember what she looked like. and it was just barely.” i smiled. 

“so, i called it the woman in the wind because everytime i tried to remember her, it was like little details would come and go, like they were blowing past in a breeze..” i shrugged. 

i look up at her and she’s still staring. “i know it sounds weird and corny but-” 

“no.”

oh?? 

“it’s.. absolutely beautiful.” she nodded. 

she looks at me and smiles. suddenly, the scary woman who never spoke was the sweetest and prettiest person i’ve ever seen. 

“you know i’ve walked past this mural… probably a hundred times.” she sighed out.

“i think it’s even more beautiful now that i know someone like you made it.” she said.

no she didn't! that was perfect.

i laughed softly. “come on, don’t make me blush.” i jokingly hit her arm and she laughs. 

we’re silent for a moment, just staring at it. 

“have you always dreamed of doing something like this?” she asks, taking a drop from her cigarette. 

“yeah, but.. i dreamed of becoming someone famous and getting out of the undercity. i’d dream of owning a fancy apartment up on topside, selling my art..” i said.

she chuckled. i shoved her arm. “hey, don't laugh. i was a kid.” i laughed. 

“okay, okay..” 

ugh, she’s gorgeous. 

“you had to have had crazy dreams when you were little too., right?” she chuckled.

she blinks and looks away. “nah..”

“yeah, you do. come on, i won’t laugh.” i smiled. 

“i mean.. it was a long time ago but for a while i wanted to be a zookeeper. i liked animals, so..” she shrugged. 

“that’s.. not crazy. that's so cute! never would've assumed you were an animal lover.” i said teasingly. 

she laughs softly. “you have any pets?” 

“nah, i don’t got any time for that. running all over the lanes keeps me busy.” 

“hmm..” i watch her with a smile on her face. i dont know why i was ever scared of her, she’s so cute and sweet.  

“anyway.. we should get you home.” she said, exhaling smoke. “it’s getting late.” 

“you can say you’re bored of me, it's okay.” i said jokingly. “what? no!” she chuckled. i climbed up to the roof before turning to help her but she barely needed it. 

we walked through the lanes lit by neon green and purple lights. we talked the whole way home and all the weird junkies and prostitutes and just weird night people walked right past us or avoided us. 

i have to take like ten shortcuts just to avoid the main streets. but everyone was  terrified of even making eye contact with sevika.

the closer we got to my house, the more she started opening up to me.

we finally arrived to my small place. i had my key in my hand and stepped on one of the steps that led to my front door. 

“i really appreciate you walking me home.” i said, leaning on the railing. 

“yeah, of course. but.. do you usually work so late? and walk home by yourself? it’s not very safe.” 

i laughed. i pulled up my pant leg and took out the knife i mentioned i started carrying when she first started borderline stalking me. 

“whoa-” she jerks her head back at the size of the blade. 

“yeah, not safe for anyone who talks to me. me? i’m good.” i shrugged. she laughs slightly before i put it back. 

“huh.. well, next time, just let me know. i’d be happy to do it again.” she inched closer to me. her chin was slightly lifted up as i’m now around her height. 

“unless you have a scarier and taller person to do it instead.” she shrugged. i laughed.

“nah, i think i'll just stick with you.” 

ugh can she kiss me already. okay, you know what? i’m getting this over with. fuck a slowburn, i need her tonight.

“actually, it’s way too late for you to walk home.” i said. her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. 

she knows she will obviously be fine walking at any hour at night by herself. 

“you can stay over tonight..” i hummed. 

“are you sure?” she asked. i simply shrugged. she looks down at my hand and takes it in hers. 

she stares at me for a second before pulling me forward. i caught myself on her chest and we laughed as my hands went to hold her face. 

we kissed before her hand snaked around my waist. 

i never walked home by myself again after that night. 

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a/n: thank you @dopemusiccowboy for submitting this!! i had fun writing it!

[felassan]

John Epler in the BioWare Discord (August 7th) -

John: "You can disable/enable helmets for cutscenes or at all times." --- User: "Will we be able to collect codex entries again?" John: "Absolutely. Codex entries are part of the series' DNA - plus, they're really fun to write." --- User: "Are there long curly hair options?" John: "There are!" --- User: "Are sub-classes locked to the faction you’re in?" John: "No. They're themed towards factions, but you can choose a specialization from a separate faction than your own." --- User: "Will subtitles from companions be on screen with their icons lit up like in Inquisition?" John: "Subtitles will appear center-screen and have the speaker name attached. So you'll see who's saying what." --- User: "Regarding the cutscenes findable in the game, will a gallery be available for re-watch?" John: "Not at present, no. Since our cutscenes are (almost all) real-time in-engine, this would be nearly impossible with our tech."

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User: "What are the chances for a third World of Thedas volume after The Veilguard's release?" John: "I can't comment on specific plans, but World of Thedas is close to my heart and I'd love to do more in general with our ancillary books and products, once we're able to come up for air from the game." --- User: "Can we edit our race during character creator freely or are we locked in by choosing race first like in inquisition?" John: "Lineage informs a number of options after that choice - you can always go back in CC and change it, but it's the first decision you will make and changing it will reset the following decisions." --- User: "I did have a follow-up on lineage - do the other lineages/races also have background choices the way elves do with city/dalish? CAN we play a qunari raised within the Qun?" John: "So a couple of things, just to be super clear on this. There is no 'city elf/dalish elf' switch (for example) that you can pick in character creator. Each lineage can be each faction, though, and that will provide a baseline for your character you can further refine through role playing. For Elves, as an example - Veil Jumper elves tend to be more 'Dalish' to reflect that background, while Shadow Dragon elves tend to have a background that reflects being an Elf in Minrathous. Other factions have their own nuance. Importantly, those things tend to be more focused on how you relate to that faction, while leaving more general 'Elf' topics as something you have more freedom with. Or, TLDR - while choices at CC define some baselines around your character, we like to give you the opportunity to build your character's background and beliefs through in-game RP. Hopefully all that makes sense." User: "That does, and is right in line with what Corinne said during the Q&A! I was asking whether we would see the same background variety in the non-elven lineages." John: "Yes! Sorry, that's what I was trying to answer - there will be plenty of opportunities to RP who you are/were as the other lineages as well."

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User: "are there companions gifts again" John: "Isn't the gift of your presence enough? More seriously, though - you very well might find things in the world that certain companions would appreciate!" --- John: "Rook is generally assumed to be anywhere from late 20s to late 40s, but ultimately we don't give Rook a specific age. You can RP them to be however old you want." --- User: "will conversations be zoomed in like a cutscene type or zoomed out like in DAI?" John: "While we do have some 'lighter' conversations for specific types of content, they use a more traditional over-the-shoulder cinematic camera. I created the simple conversation system in DAI and while it did what we needed it to do, we heard the feedback on the camera loud and clear." --- User: "The darkspawn look fairly different in veilguard. Is ot a simple redisgn like the demons or is it due to them being enhanced by red lyrium?" John: "I'm not going to tell you WHAT it is that's making them look different, since that's a spoiler, but it's more than just a visual redesign." --- John: "Need and inspiration, mostly. We can't bring in every single animal out there, especially since we want the ones we DO put in the game to be at the right level of quality. So we pick the ones that we know make sense in the spaces we're building, and also it's based on what the team wants to do. If someone is incredibly passionate about bringing in a specific creature, it's something we want to give opportunities to pursue wherever possible. As to the general ecology of Thedas - there are absolutely similarities, but it's not 1:1. A world where megafauna still exist as apex predators (dragons) is going to have some pretty significant impact on what else exists." --- User: "does the lighthouse have a kitchen, can we eat and drink? what sort interactables are there at the home base" John: "Not going to get into specifics on interactables, but there is more to do in the Lighthouse than conversations with companions. The Lighthouse does have a kitchen, and your companions acknowledge it/use it both narratively and ambiently. Some maybe better than others." John: "A little more expansion on this - we want the Lighthouse to feel like a 'real space' as much as possible. That means making it a space that makes sense and, eventually, feels like home to you and your team. It also means spending a little extra time on how the companions (and Rook) use and exist in the space. At this point we've made a LOT of personal hub spaces in DA and ME, and we've learned a lot from doing so." --- John: "It wouldn't be a DA game if we didn't have some returning characters. We've shown some of the more obvious ones, and hinted at others, but we want to keep some surprises for launch."

[source: the official BioWare Discord]

[emry-stars-art]

hello!!! I love ur content and I'm wondering if we could see more Of that mythical water au ot jerejean? I'm sorry I forgot the names ����😭

I realized I may have too many mermaid aus when I read this and went “ooh which one”, there’s like three options here 😂😅 but I went for oops all mers! No need to apologize lol I’m glad you like them!

(They’re also June’s patreon sticker but maybe I’ll post about it better later)

[alltheyoungmoons]

went to a vinyl market with my dad today and my mission was to find a copy of electric warrior and i found the only one in the whole market an original pressing from 1971! it was 75€ but we got it for 50 because my dad kept insisting it was scratched and the guy didn’t even bother to check lol i hope it sounds good!

[fenya-scribbles]

Thunderstorm

Network: @staynotes

Pairing: Hyunjin x fem!Reader

Other Characters: none

Summary: You hate thunderstorms almost as much as Hyunjin loves you.

Genre: angst (with kind of a happy ending), strangers to lovers, exes to lovers

Content warnings: reader is terrified of thunderstorms, reader has severe self-worth issues, break up, heartbreak, inability to accept love

Word Count: 1,639

A/N: I’m so sorry, this is so much angstier than I had planned. Requested by a lovely anon for my 150 Follower Event :3 Hope you like it!!

It was raining. 

No, pouring. And as if that wasn’t enough already, there was thunder roaring in the distance. Your heart dropped, knees feeling suddenly weak, and your mind raced with just about every worst case scenario ever. You had to get out of this storm, you had to leave, you had to be somewhere safe. So you rushed into the next best store, not even looking what it was. The door softly closed behind you, shrouding you in sudden silence, and you froze in place. You were dripping on the floor, a puddle of rainwater forming at your feet. You looked up - it was an art store. It smelled of paper and paint and old wood. It was a comforting place to be while the thunderstorm raged outside, but you didn’t dare move. 

“Hey”, a soft voice forced you out of your stagnation, “are you okay?” You looked up. A man was towering over you, but not in a menacing way. More like he didn’t know how to make himself smaller. You had to do a double take, because he was quite possibly the most gorgeous person you’d ever seen, all cheek bones and plush lips and silky hair. His beautiful eyes filled with genuine concern for this strange, rain-soaked girl that stood frozen in the entrance way. 

“I…uhm…”, you stuttered, hugging yourself to keep from shaking. Another roar of thunder had you flinch involuntarily. “There”, he said, shrugging off his hoodie, “you should get out of those wet clothes, but we can only do so much here.” An adorable crooked smile spread over his face. Stunned by his kindness, you shrugged off your soaked cardigan and let him drape his big, dry, warm hoodie around your shoulders. 

That’s how it started. 

That’s how you met Hyunjin, who asked you for your number and then for a date. Who’d arrived to said date with red roses. Who’d paint you on your second date and begged you to stay at his place on the third. Quickly, you let yourself get lost in him, lost in the way he loved you - but a part of you always knew he was too good for you. As the months went by, you found yourself feeling overwhelmed with his display of affection, unsure of how to accept it, unable to see yourself like he did. 

Because this was you, just you, and you weren’t worth all of this affection, all of this care, all of these gestures and paintings and flowers and letters. Hyunjin told you, he’d never fallen in love like this before. He talked about your future together. He held you through every thunderstorm, draping his hoodie around your shoulders like a ritual, but the more he gave, the less you could take. 

Until you finally broke. 

It was raining again. Thunder and lightning and a mean storm, and you were curled up on your couch, hugging your favourite stuffed animal and watching a well-known movie. Hyunjin sat beside you, eyes more on you than the movie, worry painted all over his handsome face. He’d been noticing it for weeks now, how you pulled away. Allowing him to touch you less and less, not bearing his closeness, not able to hold his gaze. And his heart was already cracked, held together by only the blind hope that this would pass and the bone deep love he had for you. The love you didn’t know how to accept. The love that you were sure you didn’t deserve. 

The thunder came again, and you winced, tightening your grip on the stuffed animal in your arms. “Here, my love”, he said, hushed and careful, as if you were a scared animal he didn’t want to upset. Carefully he shrugged out of his hoodie, like he’d done during every other thunderstorm. Gently he placed it around your shoulders like a blanket, like he’d done a million times before. Violently, you flinched. 

It was too much, right then and there, it was too fucking much. “No”, you said, “take it back.” You moved, turning away from him, slithering out of the hoodie, jumping off the couch. “No!”

He looked at you with doe eyes, visibly terrified by what he knew was about to happen. “You hate thunderstorms”, he whispered, “It’s just a thunderstorm.” “It’s not! It’s you! It’s me. It doesn’t work, it doesn’t…I can’t do it, Hyunjin. I can’t do this! I can’t be with you. I can’t…I can’t…”, you were half yelling and half sobbing, arms still wrapped tightly around the stuffed animal. “It’s just the thunderstorm”, he repeated, like a mantra, like it would calm you down, like it would change your mind. But he knew you were already slipping from his grasp. “You have to leave”, you said, quieter now, voice shaky. Another roar of thunder had you fall to your knees, sobbing, burying your face in your plushie. 

“You have to leave, please. I can’t do it anymore. Please go. Please…” You were begging him, urging him to just leave you be, oblivious to the searing, burning, earth-shattering pain that spread all throughout his body. “Baby please”, he said, slipping down from the couch to kneel before you, “please don’t do this, please. It’s the storm, you hate thunderstorms, please. I love you. I love you so much.” He was reaching for you, but didn’t dare to touch, tears streaming down his face. “Please, Hyune”, you whispered. “I can’t do this anymore, please just leave. Please go.” 

And even though it shattered his soul, he did. 

The weeks that followed were a nightmare. You walked around on autopilot, functional but not quite alive. He sent you texts every day until you found the strength to block him. The weeks turned to months and you slowly found ways to almost feel like yourself again - almost. But even with all your efforts, you could never escape him. He was everywhere. A Versace ad here, a magazine cover there. Glaring at you from a concert poster. Singing to you through the grocery store speakers. He haunted you every day, reminding you of what you’d pushed away, what you’d given up. All because he had loved you too hard. 

You made it through a total of 6 thunderstorms without him, each one tearing you apart worse than the last. You found yourself missing his hoodie around your shoulders, but even more so, you found yourself missing him and the love he’d given you on his own accord. Every time it stormed, you asked yourself why you’d done it. Every time it rained you wondered where he was. Every time the lightning had you shiver you begged the universe to fix it. Fix you. Make you whole, make you right, so you could deserve him. So you could accept his unconditional, unwavering, unbreakable love for you. 

It had been 8 months, when the 7th thunderstorm hit. It was a bad one, too. Loud and intimidating and all consuming. 

Hyunjin watched the city drown, streets looking like rivers and not a car on the move. And he thought of you. He always thought of you. His mind was overtaken by you, had been ever since you met him. The break up hadn’t changed that. Because he knew that you were it. You were his person, you were his end game. His heart was bleeding but he’d never stopped loving you. He’d tried to stay away, but he never stopped texting. Not even after you blocked him. And when he saw how bad the rain was, how loud the thunder roared, how bright the lightning struck, he couldn’t stay still.

So he moved.

You felt bad. Horrific. Worse than you had in months. The storm had triggered every single bad thought you’d ever had and you were curled into a ball on your bathroom floor, gripping your phone so hard your knuckles turned white. It was not okay, you were not okay, nothing would ever be okay. You couldn’t take it anymore. In a moment of sheer impulse, you unblocked his number. 1430 messages. He’d messaged you every day, multiple times. He’d sent pictures and poems and short little notes and videos of Kkami and I still love you over and over and over. So many messages. For a moment you were so overwhelmed that you forgot about the storm. 

But then you got to the last message. “Come down.” Sent 3 minutes ago. He was here. He was here. 

Never in a million years would you have ever thought that anyone could get you to leave your home during a thunderstorm. But now you were moving, putting on your shoes, grabbing your keys. No jacket, no umbrella, just your worn out sweatpants and that damned cardigan you’d worn when you first met him. It was like your heart was urging you, pushing you out the door, demanding that you finally do the right thing. And you were too weak, too broken, too incomplete without him to deny yourself.

You were soaked the moment you stepped foot outside your apartment building. But you didn’t care, it didn’t matter. What mattered was the man standing there, in the pouring rain, looking at you with those eyes, those damn beautiful eyes. Your favourite eyes. The only eyes you ever wanted on you. You stepped closer, meeting him in the rain, and for once not jumping when the thunder came again. Because you didn’t even register. All you could see was him. 

You stared at each other for a moment, standing there, close enough to touch but not daring. “My love”, he said, barely audible in the rain. “Hyune”, you answered, and then:“Why are you here?” You watched his eyes flicker over your face as tears started to stream down his already wet cheeks. “Because you hate thunderstorms.” 

Fenya’s Masterlist

Taglist @lov3rachan @breakmeoff

[novemberheart]

{overview} You get attacked. Does your pack step up for you?

{warnings} violence, blood, mentions of sexual content (no sexual abuse), fem reader, cursing, poly141, pain, crying, angst, a/b/o dynamics

Chapter 10 <- Chapter 11 -> Chapter 12

It was Simon’s last day of physical therapy. If he passed this he would be cleared to get back out in the field. On his way, he dropped you off at another Omega Committee event. This one you were actually excited about. It was a hike through the forest at the far end of the base. Priya wasn't there and you wished you had the presence of mind to have asked her for her number. But luckily you ran into Anais.

“You smell like peaches and cream. Anyone ever told you that?” she asked. The sound of Johnny yelling “peaches” instantly ran through your mind.

“A few, yeah.” you smiled.

“Well that's what I'm going to call you, PC for short.” she giggled. You had been called worse. Anais was a chatter. You didn't really mind though.

“Can I ask you something- something personal,” she whispered, leaning even closer to you. Curiosity killed the cat.

“How does it work with all five of you? Do they take turns-” she whispered.

“Oh my god, Anais.” you couldn't help but chuckle, despite the flaming of your cheeks. To be honest you were wondering the same thing.

“That was too much! I'm so sorry. I was just curious and I thought we were friends”-

“Anais it's alright. If I knew I probably wouldn't mind sharing a bit of info.” You assured. She relaxed.

“So you haven't?”

“No,” you responded truthfully.

“Have you ever?” she trailed off. You hadn't. You never really had the chance. You weren't sure if your pack members would approve of you spilling this information everywhere. “I'll take that as a no.” she snickered. You gave her a playful side-eye.

“Don’t worry about it. Took me forever to lose mine too.” she signed.

“It has not been forever!” you gasped, swatting at her. She laughed loudly causing a few heads to turn. Neither of you really cared.

“Just don't get your hopes up. First times are always terrible,” she advised, bumping you with her arm.

“Thanks for the pep talk.” you huffed.

“Do you have a favorite pack member yet?” she asked suddenly. You quickly shook your head. You enjoyed them all- truthfully. “I think if I was in a pack I would have my favorites. Hopefully one would be my alpha, but you never know,” she smirked.

“Can I ask you something?” you began.

“Shoot.”

“Did it hurt when you were marked?” you questioned.

“The first time, yes. I was in a long-term relationship with an alpha who wasn't entirely nice.”

“I'm sorry Anais.”

She quickly waved you off. “Don't worry about it. It was a long time ago. The second time, not as much. He did it during my heat and it only hurt for a day when I came out of it.” she explained.

“You’re strong Anais.” you said. She flashed you a smile.

“We’re omegas, PC. We have to be.”

The hike back was partly uphill, which was nobody's favorite.

“It was so beautiful when we left. When did it get so bloody hot out?” you panted.

“Look. The heat turns you English.” Anais chuckled through her own pants. You may have picked up a few phrases from the boys.

“Alright, everyone, take five!” One of the group leaders shouted. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. You had made it to the edge of the base, still a little under half a mile to get back.

“I’m going to go refill my water. You need some?” you asked. Anais flopped down on the grass, her arms blocking her face from the sun.

“No thank you.” she groaned, rolling onto her stomach. You made your way up to the front, intending to tell one of the leaders you were going to go get some water. You huffed as the same five omegas were consuming all their attention. “Whatever.” you sighed. You knew where it was, you had filled your water bottle up with Kyle a few days ago when he took you bird watching. Besides, Anais knew where you were.

You made your way quickly towards the buildings, going between them to the other side where the water fountain was.

“My thumbs gonna fall off,” you grumbled. You had to press and hold the button down hard. Kyle made it look easy. Your ears perked up at the sound of footsteps. Your head darted around not seeing anything. You figured you didn't need water that bad and began walking back.

You were abruptly thrown to the ground. Your shorts offered absolutely no protection against the rough gravel. The whole left side of your body slid against the ground, the force of the shove sending you a few feet. There was a low growl behind you and you acted purely on instinct. You felt a hand on your ankle pulling you back. You flipped yourself around, swinging your arm luckily catching a man's face with your claws. He howled, throwing himself away from you. You quickly shuffled backward trying to find your footing.

“Shit, that's 141.” the other man with him cursed. He grabbed the bleeding man pulling him away. Even though they were leaving, you knew you weren't safe. You were finally able to get your footing and began running around the corner, almost knocking Anais down in the process.

“What the fuck!” she shrieked. You were beginning to bleed at this point. It started dripping down your left leg, and right knee. It was starting to show through your shirt on your left side, your elbow, both your hands, and your chin. “It's okay, lovie.” she soothed. You were trying your hardest to keep it together, not wanting to create a scene, however, the pain and fear were making it very difficult.

“I can't go back to the group like this,” you whined. People will think you’re crazy.

“Don't worry. This wasn't your fault. Everyone will understand.” she soothed, gently pulling you along. You held your ground shaking your head. “PC you're bleeding a lot. You need help.” she insisted.

“I want my pack.” you whimpered. You pressed the backside of your hand against your mouth, your throat constricting.

“If you come with me you can get to them.” she urged. It was the push you needed. Luckily you didn't get very far before a group leader noticed and raced towards you.

“What happened?” he questioned. You ignored him, not really in the mood to talk to strange men, and pulled your backpack forward grabbing your phone out of the front pocket. You were lucky it hadn't shattered in the ordeal.

“Someone attacked her.” Anais growled, annoyed that he couldn't use the context clues.

“Hello?” Johnny had picked up after one ring. Hearing his voice made it impossible to hold back any tears. You sobbed into the phone. You heard him repeat your name on the other end, it growing louder and louder every time it left his lips.

“I need you, please. I'm not really sure where I’m at.”

“It's alright, Bon. I have your location pulled up on my phone, I'm near there. Just don't hang up,” he assured. Your chip. You breathed a sigh of relief, leaning against the side of the building.

“I think you should head back to the group.” The group leader directed towards Anais.

“No way,” she growled. “I’m not leaving her”

“Thank you.” you mouthed.

“Of course,” she whispered back. She leaned against the building with you. The rest of the group was still there, the other group leaders trying to prevent them from getting any closer. You didn't need to worry about that, as Johnny quickly rounded the corner, gravel flying under his feet. His mouth fell open at the state of you. His arms extended out and you quickly threw yourself at him, neither of you caring about any blood, sweat, or tears.

“I got you, baby,” he whispered, causing you to lose it again.

“I want to go home.” you whimpered, against his shoulder. Your legs were wrapped firmly around his waist, his arms squeezing you so hard you might have even more bruises.

“Alright.” he soothed. He nodded his head to the group leader and Anais.

“I'll come and visit you in a few days,” Anais called after you.

“Thank you.” you sputtered back. He didn't say a word but pressed his lips against the side of your head every few feet. He stopped setting you down causing you to sob louder. He peeled off his jacket quickly. Carefully dabbing your legs, where the most blood was coming out. He didn't want you to leave a trail of blood everywhere.

He went a back way, not wanting everyone to see his bloodied-up omega. Johnny carried you like you were a feather, weaving through buildings like it was just another day. Well to him it probably was.

Luckily too many people weren't hanging out around your home, the few that did were ignored or met with a snarl. You whimpered at the sound, all your senses on overdrive. You could tell how upset Johnny was, even though you couldn't smell him. He was shaking, growls escaping him nearly every moment. “Almost there.” he soothed. He made it out of the elevator, slamming his key card against the sensor and throwing open the door.

He set you down on the kitchen counter, making no move to pull away from you. He needed to calm you down first.

“S’alright,” he repeated against your head. “I need you to relax for me, lass. Gonna get you all taken care of, aye?” he shut his eyes tightly, resting his body against yours. Your hands dug into his shirt, and you growled at the inability to smell him. “I know what’ll help.” he soothed. He pulled away causing you to whine, and he darted into John's room grabbing a shirt out of his dresser. He brought it back, holding it up towards your face. You were about to bury your face in it but stopped.

“I don't want to get it bloody.” you sobbed.

“He won't mind, bon. Plus we know how to get blood stains out.”

You didn't need to be told twice, you buried your face into the fabric, nuzzling up to Johnny again. After a few moments, your breathing returned to normal and the tears fell quietly. You were quivering now, the pain making up for the loss of adrenaline. “Gonna tell the rest, okay?” he asked, causing you to nod.

He grabbed his phone out of his pocket.

-come home asap. Omega emergency

He tossed the phone on the counter, pulling away from you, sitting down in one of the stools so he was almost face-to-face with you.

“Need you to tell me what happened,” he demanded softly. He kept his jacket pressed against your legs and used a sleeve to stop the bleeding of your elbow.

“I went to get water,” you whispered. Your eyes burned, now dry. “I heard someone walking so I started to leave then all of a sudden someone pushed me to the ground.” his face twitched, his jaw clenching so hard you worried for his teeth. “He grabbed my ankle and started pulling me back, but I turned around and scratched him across his face. One of them said something about 141 and then they ran away,” you explained.

“That’s good. Did exactly what you should've. This happen by the water fountain?” he asked.

“Mhhh,” you confirmed, wondering what he was getting at. The door swung open.

“Holy shit,” Kyle hissed, eyeing you up and down. He was a bit out of breath and you wondered if he ran all the way here like Johnny had. “Let me see.” he insisted, nearly pushing Johnny out of the way. He peeled away the sweatshirt and pulled John's shirt out of your hands.

“Some bastards shoved her.” Johnny snarled.

“By where you took me to see the birds,” you spoke up.

“They've got cameras.” Kyle said exactly what Johnny was thinking. “Should get it pulled up for when the alphas come.” As if on cue the door slammed open again.

“Where is sh”- John cut himself off. “Let me see.” he demanded, pushing Kyle out of the way. If you weren't in pain you would've laughed.

“Someone pushed me, Johnny’s trying to find it on the cameras.” you caught him up to speed. Simon moved towards Johnny glaring over his shoulder at the device. “It was my fault,” you whispered to John. Everyone's head snapped to you. John had your face in his hands, looking over your chin. “I went away from the group to get some water. I should've stayed with the”-

“You don't get to take credit for this.” John sneered. “I don't care where the hell you are, who you are around, this should never happen to you. Understand?” he ordered.

“Yes, Alpha,” you responded quickly.

“Don't make it a habit though,” Kyle spoke, hovering back over by you and John.

“Got it,” Johnny said. John left you but Kyle stayed.

“I'm gonna take a few pictures of you, love. Gotta keep the evidence,” he explained.

“Okay,” you replied softly. Your eyes trained on the three men watching the video. Johnny's face curled again, gripping his phone so tight his knuckles were white. Simon and John appeared to be fairly level-headed, trying to pick up on every detail.

“Record it before someone deletes it,” John instructed. John came back to you, pressing his lips against your forehead. “I’m going to go take care of a few things. Me and Simon’ll be back soon,” he spoke through gritted teeth, taking an inhale of your scent to prevent himself from shaking. He pulled away, Simon following behind him like a dog. “Send me the pictures after.”

“You did good, pup.” Simon praised, heading out the door with John.

Hi friends! Hope you enjoyed this chapter! Chapter 12 will be up in two days! See you then! 🧡

[shizucheese]

So about that Dropout Tweet...

There's a common trend in influencer/ content creator apologies, where the person doing the apology will say they are sorry for the harm that they did, claim they are taking ownership of it and using the whole situation to become a better person, etc. etc. Usually in a way that makes it sound suspiciously like it was written by ChatGPT.

And then they'll go on to say something along the lines of "But we've been getting a lot of death threats guys, and that's bad!" As if the fact that they're getting death threats somehow absolves them of at least some of the guilt of whatever it is that made the apology necessary in the first place. As if it means they're the real victims here.

Apparently Dropout decided to just skip the "ChatGPT apology" part and jump straight to the "We're getting physcal and legal threats" part. Followed up with them once again saying they support Palestiniens and ending it with "We reject antisemitism, Islamophobia, and all forms of bigotry, and welcome all to our platform who treat others with respect, empathy, and human dignity."

And they did it on Twitter, and only Twitter. You know, the website that's notoriously overrun by Nazis. Nothing on Tumblr or Instagram, where the original statement that sparked all of this (which has since been taken down) were posted.

@dropoutdottv, @samreich, this is not listening to the Jewish members of your community who are speaking out about antisemitism. This is reinforcing the antisemitism that those Jewish members of the community are speaking out about. Because what this Tweet does is paint everyone who spoke out against the antisemitism in your original post with the same brush as the people who were sending you threats.

Which, let me be clear, they should not have been doing and I wholeheartedly condemn.

But the actions of the people sending you threats of violence and threats of legal action do not invalidate the things being said by the people who haven't threatened you with anything worse than a boycott. I have literally seen people say "the fact that they got threats just proves they were right." Is that the outcome you were trying to achieve with this?

People who did bad things get death threats all the time; refer back to the beginning of this post. Does that make their critics wrong then, too? Or is it only now, when the accusation being made is that a nerdy comedy network beloved by people on the left did an antisemitism?

I honestly can't tell if you have no publicist helping you out with one, a bad publicist that needs to give you your money back, or an evil genius publicist that knew that if you made a post like this one, it would distract from the fact that you're being accused of antisemitism, maybe even act as a dog whistle to to paint anyone who accuses you of being antisemitic of being "Zionists" (meant in the derogatory way, where people claim they're only talking about people who uncritically support the Israeli government and their actions in Gaza, but then in practice will use it against anyone who believes Israel has the right to exist, including those who want a two state solution, whose hearts break for the people in Palestine, and call Netanyahu a fascist and probably want him gone more than even the people calling them "zionists" do). Maybe even make up for all of the subscriptions you're losing over this and even gain a few by catering to the antisemitic leftist crowd.

Is that really the kind of culture you want to cultivate? If not, then do better. Acknowledge the Jewish voices that are speaking out. Listen to them. And do it in a way that doesn't bring up any other marginalized group. Because like...fuck, man, I reject Islamophobia, and all forms of bigotry too. And I'm sorry you guys are receiving threats; that truly does suck and I hope everyone that works for you guys are staying safe.

But you're specifically being accused of antisemitism. Can you really not reject it all on its own without including other forms of bigotry in the same statement?

And do it on a platform that *isn't* run by an infamous antisemitic, and overrun by more antisemitics? (You can turn off comments and reblogs on Tumblr and comments on instagram, in the same way you disabled replies on your Tweet, you know.)

Here, I'll even write the statement for you: "Earlier this week, we made a statement regarding accusations that Dropout was platforming zionists. At the time, we made a statement focusing on our support of the Palestinian people. We stand by this statement. However, we have received feedback from several members of our community that some of the things that we said were inappropriate insensitive to the Jewish people. "Zionist" and "Zionism" mean different things to different people, ranging from "people who support the Israeli government's actions in Gaza" to "people who believe that Israel has a right to exist and the Jewish people have the right to self-determination." We had meant it in the context of the former definition, but we understand that many Jewish people identify with the later, including many people who are disgusted by the Israeli government's actions in Gaza, and we should have been more sensitive to this fact. Additionally, we would like to reiterate that, to our knowledge, nobody who has appeared on Dropout has openly stated support for the Israelie's actions in Gaza, and several of those accused have voiced their support for a free Palestine. We would like to take this moment to remind everyone that just because a person is Jewish, and may have ties to Israel, does not inherently mean they condone the actions of the Israeli government in Gaza, and to suggest otherwise is antisemitic. We at Dropout reject all forms of antisemitism and are committed to providing a safe space to everyone regardless of religion or ethnic background. We apologize if we made the Jewish members of our community feel like that was not the case."

See how easy that was? I feel something like this is the bear minimum, and if you had said the things in the last three paragraphs from the start, you could have avoided having to say everything in the first two paragraphs and the apology at the end.

That's...pretty much everything I have to say on the matter. To anyone reading this: Do not use other Jewish people to silence Jewish voices.

Do not use people of other marginalized groups to silence Jewish voices.

Just...maybe just listen to what we have to say without twisting our words and putting words in our mouths? Maybe?

Thanks for reading.

I'm so tired.

[shysuccubusstuff]

virgin! choso pt. 1?:

Content: SFW + NSFW; sub turned into dom! choso + facefucking + dacryphilia + mean dom! choso + Exhibitionism + degrading kink + teaser! reader + female reader, although I would say the NSFW part is rather gender neutral + non proof-reader, sorry if there are any mistakes.

Summary: Choso is one of your classmates, he has always been in the background, keeping himself in the corner of the classroom while the rest spoke. So when the two of you get paired up for a group project, you are already worrying about it, but maybe this is the perfect oportunity for the two of you to get to meet each other?

Word count: 1021 + 941.

Note: I read this one fanfic a few days ago and it was just so good I just had to create my own, huge thanks to the creator @/hellokityish for the amazing work + @/_satanISA on Twitter for the amazing fanart that inspired the prompt. Let me know if you want it to become kind of a series

Virgin! Choso who is the one who approaches first. He is wearing his usual dark clothing, his hair tied on two messy buns, his pale skin making his eyebags stand out. He stands before you, books on his hands, you were waiting for him to speak, but after over one minute with the two of you in silence, you finally decide to speak first.

"Hey, so, we are together for the group project, right?" He looks at you, silently nodding as he moves a few strands of his hair ot of the way. "We can meet up in my house if you want--."

"I gotta stay at home, I gotta take care of my younger brother, would you be ok with coming over yourself?" His face is slightly flushed, hands fidgety as he avoids your gaze.

"Sure! No problem, let's exchange phone numbers so we set a time." He nods, taking out his phone and then sending a message to check if the phone number had been added correctly. "Great! Let's meet up this Saturday then."

Virgin! Choso who turns out to be quite the catch. In contrast with what one might think at first, he's an absolute sweetheart, always walking closest to the street when you walk together. Not only that, but he always holds the door for you, buying you small treats each time you meet up.

Virgin! Choso who starts to make you nervous. At first, you try to hide it, after all, it was probably because you didn't have that much experience having male best friends... right? This small attraction becomes even more difficult to ignore the moment Choso gets truly comfortable with you. He becomes more shameless, making small little remarks, his hands always close to you, if they aren't petting you, he is touching your cheeks, smiling at you when he sees you stuffing your face with the food at the cafeteria.

Virgin! Choso who invites you many times to his home. It was fine at first, I mean, you got to play to all his games and to eat tasty snacks he baked, how could you refuse it? That is, of course, until you see him one day with his younger brother. You find Choso, his back turned against you, it seems he hasn't noticed you yet, as he keeps playing with his brother, his smile completely blissed as he touched his soft cheeks while playing peek-a-boo. It might just be your vision acting up, but he is looking even more attractive than ever, his biceps flexed as he lifts his dear brother to entertain him, smile as brigth as the Sun as he keeps playing with him... You get the picture, right?

Virgin! Choso who keeps acting clueless even despite you try to make him realise your feelings. This complex plan comes all crashing down the moment he rests his head against your shoulder, his eyes closed as the Sun hits the two of you. The room is completely empty as you work on the essay late in the afternoon.

"I'm so tired... The Sun is making me want to sleep..." He snuggled against you, his nose rubbing against the fabric of your clothing. "You smell so nice, did you get all pretty for a date or something?" He teased, although his expression wasn't really that amused.

"Nah, they must be running away because they think you're my boyfriend or something."

"I'm sure you're way prettier and kinder than them anyways, no need to hangout with jerks when you have me right here with you." He stopped his movement, his eyes fixated on you as you turned to look at him. "What? I just said the truth, you're far too good for any of those dudes in the course, so there's no need for you to meet anyone, right?"

"Or what? Maybe I'm just meeting them while you're away--"

"No way, I'm always with you. Hope you're not doing something like that, I'm like, your closest friend if not the closest."

"Are you jealous? Don't worry, I will definitely make some time for you, don't be~" You teased him, but it seemed that his expression only got darker.

"Hey, don't joke about that."

"Oh, are you mad? So what if I got a special someone? Not like you really care, right?"

"What if I do care? Maybe I just want you to be only with me." As soon as Choso said those words, both of you remained completely silent, the heat rising towards your faces as the silence became heavier.

"...Does that mean we're like, a thing or something?" Your words came out as a mere whisper, just barely enough for Choso to hear.

"I... I suppose, just if you want, of course." He got away from you, his face completely red as he looked to the other side. "Not like I want to pressure you or anything. Before he was even able to completely finish your sentence, you rushed to him, your lips finally kissing his. He struggled at first, too stunned to even respond, but soon after he was finally able to respond to it, his lips clumsily corresponding yours, soon having to separate due to the lack of air. "That's a yes... right?"

Virgin! Choso who begins to struggle with seeing you face to face, eyes drifting each time you try to make eye contact with him during classes. Not only that, but he even becomes much shier when it comes to physical touch, avoiding it as if you were made of the finest porcelain.

Virgin! Choso who starts to get bolder as time goes by, his hands wandering arond your body even despite being in public. At first these were just small touches, his hands running your arms up and down, caressing you with great care. But then it turned into something else, his hands began to move lower, first it was around your waist, squeezing it as you kept talking to your other friend. Of course, this silly "game" of yours became a thing since your third date, when you decided to go to the cinema together.

The date started as normal, he bought the popcorn and you both seated as the movie started. As soon as the lights were turned off, your little teasing game began.

At the beginning, it was just you and him eating popcorn, sometimes laughing from what happened in the movie, while other times Choso got a bit bolder, moving his face towards you and leaving a cast kiss on your lips. It was then that your hand started to drift towards his body, what began with just brief contact on his arm, moved further, your hand now drifting to his chest, touching it over his oversized sweatshirt, then it moved under it, touching his bare skin and tracing his slightly toned body. Despite the bold move, Choso stood there in complete silent, his face turning as red as a tomato while he kept watching the film, he got closer, whispering into your ear:

"Hey, that's not... You shouldn't do that, we're in public, you know?" Ignoring what he said, you kept moving your hand, now even further down, and while you acted as if you were searching for the popcorn, sometimes passing your hands just close enough to his bulge, teasing him as he tried his best to stay focused on watching the film, his grip tightening around the fabric of his pants. Just as he turned around to call you out, he was interrupted by your hand grabbing his bulge, it was no longer subtle, of course not. Your hand was grabbing it, well, more like massaging it over the fabric, Choso chocked on the popcorn, then had to cough as he almost chocked again because of the drink. "That's... That's not the popcorn." He put his hand over yours, making sure you were unable to move even an inch more. "Fuck... You know we're in public, right? I thought you were shy but now I know I was completely mistaken." You acted as if he didn't speak, your hand still touching it while your other hand started to make its way towards his face.

"Come on, darling... It's not like the film is good, plus, there's barely anyone here, please~? Just a little bit..." His gaze pierced into yours, face completely flushed as he started to look around.

"Just a bit... but don't think about anything weird, ok?" He moved his hand away, allowing you to carefully unzip his jeans. "Hey! That's... that's not what you said... Fuck, we're going to be found..." Despite his complaints, he did nothing to stop you, simply covering his mouth with his hand. "I swear to... No more than this, I'm warning you." Once again, you ignored his warnings, taking out his cock and kneeling to the cushioned floor in the room. "Don't you dare...-- Fuck..." His words were cut short as soon as you started to trace the tip of his cock with your tongue, letting your saliva run down his shaft, then inserting it little by little into your mouth. "I should... I should have known you wouldn't even care about what I said, if that's what you want, fine by me." He took your head between his hands, abruptly forcing his cock inside you, the tip hitting the back of your throat and making you gag on it. "This is what you get for fucking messing with me, you thinkthat just because I'm less extroverted you can order me around? Know your fucking place." Without delay, his hips started to move, pistoning against your poor mouth, the saliva running down your chin as he kept forcing his cock inside your oral cavity. "I fucking dare you to keep on testing me, bet you love the possibility of anyone finding us right now, seeing you on your knees in the middle of the film sucking my cock like a good little pet." Choso's voice kept resonating inside your head, the slight praise melting your brain bit by bit as his velvety voice kept whispering those foul words.

You opened your mouth wider, letting him mess you up as much as he wanted as he kept pushing your head against his groin, your eyes rolling back as you started to touch yourself over your clothes. "Now you're not even trying to fight against it, oh... someone is getting closer, you think you can keep still for a moment?" Before he allowed you to answer, he was already forcing his whole length inside you, his dick twitching as hot ropes of cum filled your whole mouth.

Choso steadied his hands on your head, petting your hair as you swallowed his essence, at the same time, the person was making his way to the exit. Just as they were about to leave, they turned around, almost as if they were looking for something in the same seating line you both were. Just as you were about to gag on it Choso pulled you by the hair softly, letting you breath as the tears kept falling from your eyes. Then, he wrapped his arms around you, helping you get up and wipping your tears. He then kissed your forehead, peppering a few kisses all over your face, finally cleaning a few strands of saliva that were still in your chin. "Are you ok? Sorry for being so rough, I just... I got a bit angry because I was afraid of them kicking us out and people finding out why. I promise I will make it up to you as soon as we get home, baby." Just then, the film finished, the people leaving the room in complete silence as you two tried to catch your breath.

[reidmoony-toast]

Strawberry Wine. ౨ৎ

"If I was empty space, and you were a formless shape we'd fit"

Spencer x fem singer!reader

The two times they miss each other, and the one time they don't

content: no use of y/n, fluff, pining galore

cw: lil suggestive? (She sings Chappell Roan)

wc: 2.4k

an: I've been cooking this up for a while, but life has been super busy, so I haven't yet finished the other parts. I'm very sorry if they take a few weeks to finish :[ Anyways, hope you enjoy! <3

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He really wished he wasn’t here. He never should have begrudgingly agreed to Penelope’s crazy plans, no matter how much she bugged him about it. This was about as far opposite to his kind of thing that you could get.

The lights were bright–unbearably so; flashing so much he feared he would have an epileptic episode (if it weren’t for the small fact that he didn’t actually have epilepsy, but he digressed).

The large room was also deafening, filled with fans, all of them buzzing in anticipation. Penelope was not an exception–she bounced up and down like a rogue ball, shrieking in excitement close to every thirty seconds. He would know. He had been counting.

Although he would rather be at the very back (if he had to choose anywhere in this wretched place), Penny had physically forced him into the very front row, only a barrier separating them from the stage.

He didn’t know and definitely didn’t want to know how Penelope had acquired such tickets and at such short notice before the show. He had found that he was better living in ignorance of the borderline illegal habits of his best friend.

He had just endured half an hour of what Penny had called the ‘openers’. He was dismayed to hear that the performance was not the actual concert; he learnt that the hard way when he had asked Penelope if they could leave, which she replied to with a cackle, stating that the band that had just exited the stage was, in fact, not the main event of the evening.

He had buried his face in his hands and let out a loud groan. He only had himself to blame for being caught up in the ‘Garcia puppy eyes’ trap, but it didn’t mean he couldn’t whinge at least a little bit–or a lot bit.

He didn’t know much about this singer girl, only that Penelope was obsessed with her, bringing her up in conversation many a time. He admitted that he often didn’t fully (if at all) listen when Garcia gushed over her–he seemed to always zone out.

He had never properly heard her songs, only in passing when Penelope would blast music in her cave, and he didn’t even have a clue what she looked like.

He was mentally preparing himself for the next few gruelling hours, with Penny jumping up and down beside him, when the lights dimmed, sending the whole room into a frenzy.

He winced at the screaming and whooping coming from all around him. Smoke machines started emitting mist, covering the stage and fogging up the colourful lights. The crowd continued to roar, Penelope squealing next to him and gripping the railing of the barrier.

A figure emerged through the haze, the silhouette showing locks of hair cascading over their shoulders, clad in a silk slip dress that ended at the mid thigh, hugging their curves.

They started singing–a smooth, silky voice wrapped around him, making the room suddenly feel more bearable. He swallowed hard. The singing was beautiful. Sweet and rich, wrapping around him like a cosy blanket.

He raised his eyebrows with pleasant surprise. It was, admittedly, not bad in the slightest. He hated to say it, but he was enjoying it, a lot. More than he should, given that it was new-age pop, not the refined tones of classical music–his favourite genre by far.

All thoughts of music flew out of his head as the owner of the angelic voice stepped into the stage lights, allowing him to properly see her for the first time. His breath left his body as he took her in.

She was gorgeous, stunning–almost ethereal, as her other-worldy voice filled his cochlea, transmitting electrical signals through his nerve pathways to his primary auditory cortex.

Her hair shone in the light, giving her a halo of the highest grade, her bright lips curled into a perfect smile around her words, and her eyes shone with a million glinting stars.

He was utterly enamoured by her–every facial expression, every movement she made, every note she sang was all absorbed thoroughly by his wide eyes.

In no time at all, the first song was over, finishing with loud cheering and clapping from the audience. The angel grinned out at the sea of fans, soaking up the feeling.

Unlike Spencer, she was well and truly in her element, looking as though there was not where else in the world she would rather be.

He gazed in open-mouthed awe at the way she floated effortlessly about the stage–and, of course, that breathtaking smile that scrunched her nose and revealed the prettiest dimples he had ever seen.

He was snapped back to reality with a sharp poke in the side from Penelope, centering his gravity away from the girl on stage and back to where he stood.

“What?” He said loudly, an exasperated look adorning his face as he tore his eyes back to his best friend. She was smirking at him, arms crossed in front of herself.

“You have such a thing for her, I’m surprised you're not drooling right now,” she answered mockingly. He scoffed, dismissing her words with a wave of his hands as he faced the stage again, not wanting to miss a moment of the show. He heard Garcia laugh deeply at his half-hearted denial.

All thoughts of Penelope soon left his mind as the heaven-sent saint started to sing again, striking chords in his heart at every note.

The song came and went again, and Spencer wished they would not go by so fast, so he could see her for as long as possible.

The next song started with a more upbeat track, and the angel laughed, running back down stage, scarily close to where Spencer stood. “She was a, Playboy, Brigitte Bardot,” she started to sing, “She showed me things, I didn't know.”

She stuck out her tongue playfully, shaking her hips, making the satin fabric hugging her curves sway.

“She did it right there, out on the deck,” she bit down on her bottom lip as Spencer’s face heated, realising what the song was about. “Put her canine teeth in the side of my neck.”

She gestured with her fingers to a spot on her neck, pretending as if her fingers were the teeth, tipping her head back with imaginary ecstasy. He swallowed heavily, face hot.

“I'm in the hallway waitin' for ya,” she sang, “Mini skirt and my go-go boots,” on those lyrics, she bent over, running her free hand from her heeled boots and up her legs, jutting her ass out.

Spencer’s mouth fell open in shock. He had never felt like this from only a few minutes of meeting someone, let alone just laying his eyes on them. This was completely out of the ordinary for him, and it left him reeling.

~☆~

Songs flitted by like the butterflies in his stomach, and his gaze was permanently fixated on the captivating women centre-stage. He couldn't tear his eyes away even if he tried–and he most definitely didn't.

A new song started, fading in with a catchy guitar riff, and the crowd went wild, sparking a wide smile on the angel’s face.

The drum beat started, and she strutted down the stage, tipping her head back and shaking her smooth curls out in the dim lights before she began to sing. “Midnight,” she dragged out the end of the word.

“Come and pick me up, no headlights,” she blew a kiss to the fans in front of her, winking as she made her way down the stage towards where Spencer was situated.

Penelope grasped his arm tighter and tighter as she neared, buttery voice washing over him.

“Watch us go ‘round and ‘round each time,” she stretched out the note, rolling her head to the side, eyes landing exactly where Spencer was standing. He froze, dumbstruck, as he locked eyes with her.

He gulped heavily as a cheeky grin adorned her face, soft lips framing perfectly white teeth. She straightened up, continuing the lyrics as she floated even closer to him, never breaking eye contact.

“You got that James Dean daydream look in your eye,” She knelt down on the stage in front of Spencer. His breathing stuttered as his gaze remained on her, utterly entranced.

“And I got that red lip classic thing that you like,” she dragged her thumb across her lip, singing to him through a happy, if not slightly teasing, smile.

“‘Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style,” He could see her mouth curving around each syllable as she sang into the microphone, eyes still, somehow, on him.

He most definitely looked like an idiot in that moment, with his flushed cheeks and slack-jawed awe of the ethereal woman only a few feet away, but he didn't have it in himself to care.

She had seen him, and not only that, she had actually come over and sat, right there on the stage in front of him. No matter how much he tried to convince himself otherwise, she was–without question–looking, and singing, straight at him.

She leaned impossibly closer, leaving only a few inches between their two faces as she crooned the words into the microphone. His eyes flicked across the features of her face before they settled on her own.

Up close, they were mesmerising– long, thick lashes framed bright irises, sparkling with the light of the night sky– he could almost map out the constellations he knew off by heart from the incandescent twinkles in her eyes.

“You got that long hair, slicked back-” She moved her free hand to hover over the collar of Spencer's shirt, seemingly asking silent consent to touch him.

He shook out of his trance long enough to nod vigorously. She let out a short chuckle, grabbing his collar and carefully but firmly pulling him closer by his shirt. “-white T-shirt.”

His breath hitched as hers ghosted his lips with every exhale, noses almost touching, with hardly any room for the microphone as his heart raced impossibly faster.

“And I got that good girl faith and a tight little skirt.” At that, she pulled away, letting go of his collar as she leaned back to run her free hand over her skirt, smirking at Spencer and his flaming-red face.

“And when we go crashing down, we come back every time,” she repeats, still serenading him. “'Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style!” She finally stood, winking and blowing a kiss at a thoroughly flustered Spencer as she strutted to another part of the stage.

Spencer stood there, dumbfounded. He couldn't believe she had not only noticed him, but also sang right to him. His shirt was crumpled from where she had gripped it, but he didn't dare fix it. If possible, he would never smooth the rumpled fabric if it meant he could have a reminder of her always.

A rough shake of his shoulder brought him back to the present, Penelope standing astonished next to him, incredulous smile playing on her lips and she all but shrieked in his ear–something along the lines of, ‘You're so lucky!’ and ‘You're so down bad!’.

He didn't pay her any mind, instead keeping his still-red face on her, and her only.

She wandered to different parts of the stage during the remainder of the song, but Spencer didn't miss the more-than-occasional glances she sent his way throughout the next few songs, smile growing each time they locked eyes.

When they did, he matched her smile with his own goofy grin, his heart feeling as if it was beating out of his chest, breathing becoming erratic as he clutched the railing with white knuckles.

~☆~

All too soon, the concert came to an end, accompanied by raucous applause from the crowd. He clapped like a mad thing too, finally understanding why her fans acted the way they did.

The version of him from two hours ago would have teased him relentlessly for this, but he didn't care. It was another completely different version of him, a version that had not yet laid his eyes on her.

It certainly felt like a life-altering moment in his existence. His being was now split into ‘before’ and ‘after’. Before and after her.

She waved and blew kisses enthusiastically as she made her way off stage. He deduced that she would have to walk right past Spencer to get there. He pathetically hoped she would look at him one last time–prayed she cared enough to seek him out once again.

Electricity jolted through his entire body, head to toe, as she locked eyes with Spencer when he was in her direct line of sight.

She gave him a wink and a little wave, biting her lip through a larger-than-life grin; he felt giddy, hand coming up in an awkward half-wave. He silently cursed himself for the stiltedness of his actions.

She, however, didn't have such qualms as she blew him an air kiss, giggling as she turned away, skipping the rest of the way off stage. The screaming continued as the heel of her shoe disappeared behind the side-stage curtain.

He felt oddly hollow as the venue lights came back on, signalling the end of the show. He kept staring at the spot where she had last been, silently hoping she would come back out and sing again. Look at him again.

He blinked hard, finally re-orienting himself, glancing around to see a few people staring at him, whispering to themselves.

They were talking about him–about his encounter. He turned away again, ducking his head as his cheeks burned again.

As quickly as they came, the stares went again, and his eyes flicked back to the stage again. He so badly wanted to meet her, talk to her, even just lay his eyes on her again. That would be enough.

Penelope cleared her throat next to him, and he hummed in response, still not looking away. She snorted. “Come on lover boy, time to leave.”

He turned his attention to see her nod in the direction of the exit.

He gazed back at that spot once more, heaving out a melancholy sigh, before turning away, heading towards the door.

“Yeah, let's go.”

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[korshrimpski]

A 1498 PRIMER (again) because we are loosing the ancient text

have you 🫵 the reader of this tumblr post ever wondered, 'does connor bedard have a boybestfriend like the other first overall draft picks?' well he does and his name is kevin korchinski

Kevin Korchinski was drafted drafted 7th overall in 2022 from the Seattle Thunderbirds (WHL). But he currently plays in for the Rockford Icehogs in the AHL.

something to note: before the nhl Connor and Kevin already knew each other and had a friendship that dates back to wjc 2023 when they were both on team canada

in 2023-24 Kevin played for the Hawks, making his rookie debut with Connor and they both shared a rookie lap together [insta link]. and they went no bucket for the lap which isn't allowed so they both got fined. and the reason they both went helmetless is because their teammates were telling them not to saying that they only get one rookie lap [twitter link]

a small tidbit: during their rookie season these two along with some other young teammates (like wyatt kaiser, lukas reichel) were usually the last off the ice because they wanted to keep practicing.

something these two would do together is "argue" about whose WHL team would win against the others as their teams didn't get a chance to play against each other [achieved link]

before every game during warm up kevin and connor had their spin

[VIDEO ID: Connor Bedard skating into Kevin Korchinski they bump together and kevin pushes Connor and Connor goes spinning against the boards. END ID]

Here are some other spin videos (all links go to twitter, sorry): spin, weeee, spinnies!!

Something else to note with the spin is that is has now become part of Connor's routine so when kevin isn't there connor bumps into the boards pushing himself spinning (who knew spinning could be so tragic?)

In this article "Kevin Korchinski, Blackhawks’ other future franchise pillar, is comfortable in Connor Bedard’s shadow" they both said this about each other:

And this article was overall really good a i recommended reading it

here is more 1498 content to sink you teeth into

Kevin's OT winner against the leafs [NHL link]

Every Shift Season 1 Episode 5: Ambition to action | 15:07 - 15:20 [youtube link]

Every Shift Season 2 Episode 6: Paths of Progress | 01:37 - 04:20 [youtube link]

Kevin and Connor playing a video game together [instagram link]

They also did a podcast together but it is a painful watch/listen because the what chaos host are the most *gunshot* [youtube link]

[kpopsexstories]

One-shot #22: SKZ the Morning After a Crazy Party

This is the 22nd story in my broader Mixed One-shots series. Unlike my Quick Fix series, One-shots are usually longer and more story-driven.

Celebrities: Stray Kids (x Female Reader)

Sex Content: Missionary, Doggy Style, Blowjob, Cumshot, In public/watching, Gay & straight

Type of Sex: UNCONVENTIONAL

Word Count: 3.9k

Request: Your txt ot5 stories are the hottest thing ever, you really should write more ot5 or member x member stuff in the future <3

Story: It's the morning after an incredible party when the boys of SKZ and their girlfriends are slowly waking up and starting to remember...

First of all, thanks for the request 😊😘

I too love OT stories, but especially the ones that aren't exaggeratedly gay (like the Dating Ban series is 😅). For example, I enjoy writing the Group Jerk-off stories (the members of a group jerk off together even though it's new to them/not something they usually do).

Your request, however, inspired me to write this Stray Kids story. It's actually my first Stray Kids story ever for most of the members. The story is different – and in my opinion more fun – because it has a bit of everything: straight sex, gay sex, nudity with implied sexual relations, and a few surprises along the way.

It's a fun and hot mess, in a good way 😅 So please enjoy this Stray Kids adventure, which is about what happens when they – and their female guests – wake up the morning after a crazy party in their dorm 😊😏😱😜

SKZ the Morning After a Crazy Party

It's the morning after a big Stray Kids dorm party that got a little out of control.

It was celebration of some sort. You can't really remember the reason you all got together. But when you wake up naked in Hyunjin's bed just before noon it doesn't really matter. All that matters is that you had a lot of fun, and you can feel it in your heart that you really did.

It takes you a second to orient yourself. “Morning,” Hyunjin says when he sees that you're conscious. He doesn't smile, doesn't kiss you, yet it's totally natural and normal that you're there in bed with him. It's happened before, on numerous occasions, even though you swear you're not a couple.

“Morning,” you reply and yawn. You stretch out, and the duvet slides down your legs.

Hyunjin sits up with his back toward you. He's hardly conscious either. His hair is a mess. He's hungover, tired, and butt naked. It really was a great party, and a great night.

He gets up and looks around the room. He lifts the duvet, revealing your exposed vagina but doesn't even glance at it. “Where the fuck is my underwear?” he mumbles and you giggle while you watch his slack dick swinging around.

He can't find them, nor any of the rest of his clothes. Oh well. Who cares? Not him anyway.

“Can you get me some water?” you ask and turn on your side.

Finally, a smile. “Sure,” Hyunjin says. He gives up the search and walks toward the door.

His tall, slim, sexy body and hot ass make you smile too. Memories from last night return. Oh yeaaah, you think excitedly as you just realized where his clothes actually went. But you choose not to tell him.

You don't say anything and he's not bothered anyway. He opens the door and leaves, walking naked through a hall and the shared living room toward the kitchen.

He wants to make a pit stop in the bathroom. He opens the door to it and sees Lee Know in his underwear, doing his best not to miss considering how the room is spinning.

“Sorry,” Hyunjin mumbles and walks away. He doesn't even close the door. Lee Know turns his head just in time to see his friend disappear.

Hyunjin enters the living room, where most of the party took place. There's empty bottles and cups everywhere, and a deck of playing cards spread all across the floor.

Felix is sleeping on the couch in nothing but his underwear. There's a naked girl on his arm, and another curled up by his feet. They're all passed out and oblivious to the fact that people are starting to wake up all around them.

In the kitchen, Bang Chan is staring into the fridge, questioning his life choices and wondering why the hell he hasn't been able to locate any of his clothes.

“Morning,” Hyunjin says and his naked friend turns his head.

“Morning,” Bang Chan replies. He grabs a carton of milk and walks to the counter, takes a glass out of a cupboard and fills it.

“Sorry,” Hyunjin says when he reaches in front of Bang Chan’s bare chest to get a glass for himself.

Lee Know is done in the bathroom. He walks through the living room and steps over Seungmin's legs. Hyunjin didn't even notice the man sleeping under the coffee table. When Lee Know returns to his bedroom he closes the door with a loud bang.

The noise wakes up one of the girls on the couch. She opens her eyes and lifts Felix's foot which was buried in her armpit. She finds a soiled blanket on the floor, wet and smelling of beer and vodka, pulls it over her naked body, and promptly goes back to sleep.

Felix briefly wakes up from the movement. He scratches his balls and turns his head, his lips resting on the face of the girl on his arm while he absentmindedly strokes her back. Then he quickly falls asleep again too.

Hyunjin turns on the kitchen tap and fills his glass with water. He drinks it, gulps it all down in one swift sweep, then fills it again.

“Last night was fun,” Bang Chan says and turns around. He leans his ass against the counter, dick out in the open and his buff body on full display, slowly sipping his milk which leaves a mustache.

“Yeah,” Hyunjin says and smiles. He drinks from the glass again and refills it one more time. “You've got something there,” he says and points at the milk line on Bang Chan's upper lip.

“Where?” Chan asks and takes the glass away from his face.

Hyunjin moves closer. “Right there,” he says and points.

Bang Chan stares at his friend and instinctively closes his eyes. Hyunjin leans all the way in and they kiss.

“There,” Hyunjin says and smiles, and drags a thumb over the lip after a few seconds of making out. “Now it's gone.”

Bang Chan tiredly and casually watches as Hyunjin leaves the kitchen. Then he takes another sip and the mustache is back.

“Ouch!” Seungmin exclaims when he tries to sit up and hits his head on the coffee table. Hyunjin doesn't pay him any attention, fully focused on carefully stepping over bottles and scattered clothes – none of which are his own – while trying to ignore his pounding headache.

Jeongin makes an appearance. He comes out from his bedroom in underwear and a t-shirt and bumps into Hyunjin in the hallway which causes water to spill on the floor.

“Sorry man,” he says. Hyunjin smiles and grunts, and sees Changbin's shirtless back in Jeongin’s bed when he passes the open door.

You've been waiting patiently for Hyunjin to return. When he does, he quietly closes the door behind him and hands you the glass. He spills more water on the sheet during the handover but neither of you are bothered by it.

“Thanks,” you say and sit up, then take several large gulps. You're slowly starting to come back to life.

Hyunjin walks to his window and opens the blinds. Sunlight hits his skin and your eyes, and you quickly turn away and groan.

Hyunjin scratches his stomach and admires the view, but only for a short time. He too is blinded and he soon shuts out the light again.

“Come here,” you say and move up on the bed, lifting the duvet to invite the man in. Hyunjin smiles at you and comes over, then crawls inside and cuddles up with you while you put away the glass.

*****

Bang, bang, bang, bang!

Felix wakes up from the sound with morning wood.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!

The girl in his arm lifts her head and looks confused. “What's going on?” she asks in a coarse voice.

BANG!-BANG!-BANG!-BANG!-BANG!-BANG!-BANG!

“I don't know,” Felix says and looks around.

“AHH! AHH! AHH!” a deep voice pants from somewhere in the apartment. BANG!-BANG!-BANG!-BANG!

Seungmin's head abruptly pops up behind the coffee table. He sits up straight on the floor and stares right ahead while listening intently. Bang Chan sticks his head out from the kitchen and grins when his eyes meet Felix’s.

A woman screams: “YEAH! YEAH! OH YEAH! YES! YES! YES! YEEES!”

‘Lee Know?’ Bang Chan mouths and Felix slowly nods.

“YEAH! YEAH!”

“AHH! AHH!”

BANG! BANG! BANG!

…

Bang!

…

Bang!

…

“Ahhhhh!”

…

The apartment falls silent. The three men in the living room look at each other and burst out laughing. Even Felix's girl chuckles.

When Lee Know has clearly finished, Bang Chan returns to the kitchen. Felix smiles wide and massages his strong boner. The girl on his arm rests her head on his chest and looks down, hungover but fascinated by Felix's body. The one by his feet is still sound asleep under the blanket, completely oblivious to the loud and obvious sounds of sex.

*****

You and Hyunjin smile and giggle when the noise stops. “Who do you think that was?” he asks before gently kissing your forehead.

“No idea,” you say and reach down with your hand under the duvet. “But it made me horny.”

Hyunjin's smile grows even bigger. You kiss and he attacks you with his hands. You both giggle and roll around on the bed, making out while he gets hard and you spread your legs.

*****

“Oh, sorry,” Seungmin says when he enters Jeongin’s room, but he still goes in without remorse.

Changbin is standing naked on all four on the bed. He turns his head and smiles. “It's okay,” he says, not a hint of shame or embarrassment. But Seungmin is neither looking nor listening. He just wants to get his clothes and get out, and leave his friends to do what they're doing in peace.

“I'll just get these,” he says and picks up a shirt and a pair of pants from the floor.

Jeongin, who's on his knees behind Changbin, is frozen and doesn't speak. He waits for Seungmin to get what he came for and go away. Once he does and the door closes again, he returns his focus to Changbin's ass and continues to slowly fuck his boyfriend.

*****

Bang Chan walks naked through the apartment to assess the damage. He wipes milk off his lip with the back of his hand before he picks up a couple of bottles from the living room table.

He brings them to the kitchen but it doesn't really make a difference. He's finally sufficiently conscious to analyze the situation, take stock and remember what the hell happened last night. But he's in no mood to actually clean up, not yet. All that can wait until they've all sobered up, which will likely take the entire day.

“Where's Changbin?” he asks when he comes back out into the living room. It's one of only two members he hasn't seen or heard yet all morning.

Felix is still on the couch, wide awake by now, underwear on the floor beside him and his girl leaning over his bare stomach.

“I don't know,” he says and shrugs.

The girl briefly stops bobbing her head up and down. Felix's hard dick falls out of her mouth but she quickly picks it up and puts it back in.

A passionate noise suddenly appears from behind Jeongin's closed door. “Huuh, huuh, huuh, AHHHH!” Jeongin grunts when he comes, and Bang Chan and Felix both look up.

“That answers that question,” Bang Chan says and laughs.

“Yeah,” Felix says and puts his head back down. He faces the ceiling, closes his eyes and moans. “Yeeah. Yeeeah.”

Bang Chan smirks and leaves the naked bodies on the couch to it, continuing his walk though the apartment. The girl giving Felix a blowjob can't help but glance in his direction, just in time to see Bang Chan’s firm cheeks disappear into the hallway.

*****

“Is Han in here?” Chan asks when he pops his head into the room Seungmin and Han share. It's the obvious place to look in.

Seungmin is dressed and lounging on his bed, aimlessly scrolling through his phone.

“No,” he says and holds the phone up. “But have you seen this?”

Bang Chan walks closer. There's screams and laughter coming from the phone. The video quickly ends before his brain can register what's going on in it, but he chuckles nonetheless and Seungmin appears happy about it.

“Nice,” Bang Chan says when Seungmin leans back on the bed and returns to the screen. Then he turns around to continue his mission of making sure everything and everyone are okay.

*****

You're on your back with your knees and feet in the air. Hyunjin's slender but muscular body rocks back and forth in your arms. His hard dick is inside you and his face is buried in your neck. You're surprised but happy that he's got the energy.

“Huuh, huuh, huuh, AHHHH!” you hear from somewhere outside, when Jeongin releases his load into his boyfriend's ass several rooms away.

The sounds of pleasure carry through the apartment. And hearing his friends fuck turns Hyunjin on even more. He moves his ass up and down a little faster, and you begin to pant faintly at the ceiling, still too drunk to fully engage in the morning sex, yet definitely enjoying the sensation of Hyunjin's body and throbbing dick.

There's a knock on the door before you're finished. Bang Chan opens it without waiting for a response and you turn your head to look. Hyunjin doesn't stop or even react.

“Have you seen Han?” the man in the door asks while looking directly at you.

“No,” you say while Hyunjin presses his nose harder against the side of your face. The dick slides in and out of your vagina and you feel his warm breath on your skin.

Bang Chan comes in and sits down on the bed beside you. He smiles and grabs his own slack dick with one hand and strokes your raised leg with the other. You smile at each other while Hyunjin fucks you harder, both fully aware that the man is about to come.

“Mm, mm,” you moan to edge him on, and maybe to tease Chan too. You close your eyes and pant loudly at the ceiling. “Ahh, ahh, ahh!”

Hyunjin’s body stiffens. His ass moves even faster when Bang Chan's hand touches it. He suddenly holds his breath and you squeeze his body tight, until he reaches his climax and release.

“Mm, Mm, Mm, MMMMPFHH!” he groans into your neck. “MM, MMMMM!”

His body jolts and slams against your pelvis. The dick throbs inside you. You open your eyes and smile as it fills you up with cum.

“Ahhh, Ahhhh, Ahhhhhhhh,” he exhales deeply while catching his breath. Bang Chan strokes your leg again and you smile when your eyes meet.

“Ahhhh,” Hyunjin exclaims one last time. Then his muscles relax and he finally lifts his head.

“Sorry,” he says. “I haven't seen him either.”

“Okay,” Bang Chan says and stands up. “Thanks.”

He's rock hard by now, still holding his erection between his fingers, when he turns away from you, walks out, and closes the door behind him.

*****

Felix kicks with his leg when he's about to come. It abruptly wakes up the girl under the blanket by his feet.

She spots her best friend with his dick in her mouth which makes her smile. Felix opens his eyes and glances down at her when she takes his foot and puts her lips on it. She smiles seductively at him and sticks out her tongue, licking and wetting his toes before sucking them.

Felix is so mesmerized by what she's doing to him that he almost forgets about the girl blowing his dick entirely. But the dick doesn't, and it suddenly reaches the high that was already so close.

“Ahh, fuck!” he exclaims when he's brought over the edge. One girl is sucking his big toe harder while the other is holding his shaft by the root and bobbing her head faster. “Ah, yeah, fuuuuuck!”

Felix groans in his deepest, manliest voice which turns the girls on. They glance at each other, lust and desire in their eyes, when Felix erupts and shoots his load into the mouth.

The girl twitches when his warm sperm hits her gum. Her friend stops licking the foot and smiles at them both, fully aware of what just happened. Then Felix chuckles which makes the girls giggle, and all three of them touch and caress each other as they digest what they've just experienced.

The dick falls out of the mouth once it's empty. The girl lies back down on his arm and they kiss. The one at the other end turns on her back and pulls Felix's leg closer, letting it rest on her breast while they all relax.

“You're amazing babe,” Felix whispers and smiles wide. He feels lucky to have such a promiscuous girlfriend.

The dick is still half hard when Lee Know returns to the living room, wearing a t-shirt and shorts.

“Having fun?” he asks when he sees the threesome on the couch.

“Yeah,” Felix says and grins. “How you feeling?”

“Surprisingly good,” Lee Know says while rushing through the living room. Felix winks at him, knowing very well that the man has a girl in his bed and that they've just finished having sex, probably the reason for Lee Know's great mood despite the hangover they're all going through this morning.

Lee Know is headed for Jeongin's room. “Oops, sorry,” Bang Chan says when the two bump into each other.

“Wow,” Lee Know exclaims when he sees the hard dick between Chan's legs. He laughs and playfully adds: “Keep that thing away from me.”

Bang Chan chuckles. He peeks inside the room of Jeongin and Changbin when Lee Know enters it. The two boyfriends are lovingly spooning each other, Changbin's broad chest and shoulder tightly wrapped in Jeongin's arms.

“Don't mind me,” Lee Know says when he barges in. The boyfriends smile and observe him while he picks up both his own and his girlfriend's clothes from the floor. “Just came for these.”

“Have you seen Han?” Bang Chan asks when Lee Know comes back out.

“Bathroom,” Lee Know quickly responds without stopping.

“Thanks,” Bang Chan says, and Lee Know returns to his room and shuts the door.

“Need a hand with that?” Changbin asks just as Bang Chan is about to turn away.

“Are you offering?” Chan asks and lingers in the door.

“Yeah,” Jeongin says and half way sits up.

Bang Chan hesitates for a moment. Unlike some of the others he wasn't in the boyfriends’ room last night, at least not that he can recall.

What the heck? he thinks to himself and smiles. Then he steps inside the room and closes the door behind him, while Jeongin and Changbin excitedly sit up on their bed.

*****

Han wakes up with a sudden jolt. He's completely disoriented and totally confused. He instinctively grabs on to a plastic curtain by his side and pulls hard on it, causing a metal rod to come loose and fall down.

It hits him hard in the head. “Fuck,” he complains to himself and angrily throws the curtain aside.

Where am I? I'm naked. Is this the sink?

“You okay in there?” a voice calls from outside. Bang Chan knocks on the door but doesn't wait for a response before he opens it.

He bursts out laughing when he sees Han naked in the bathtub, the metal rod in his hand and the curtain on the floor.

“Yeah,” Han grunts. “What happened last night?”

“Fuck if I know. I was gonna ask you the same thing.”

Han looks at Chan's naked body and slack, newly emptied dick. He scratches his head while thinking hard. “Did we…?”

“I think so.”

“Hyunjin's girlfriend.”

“Yeeeah,” Bang Chan says slowly and giggles.

Han finally bursts out laughing too while he tries but fails to sit up straight in the tub.

“I think we need to confiscate Seungmin's phone,” Bang Chan jokes.

“Why?” Han asks. “Oh wait… Oh my God!”

The two naked men burst out laughing. They can hardly control themselves when Felix comes in to join them.

“I need to pee,” he announces and walks straight to the toilet. His nude body sways from side to side when he tries to aim for the bowl and liquid starts flowing.

Changbin suddenly appears too. “Hey,” he says. He's fully dressed and seems exceptionally happy. “What a night huh?”

“Yeah,” Felix says without turning his head.

“What's with the crowd?” Hyunjin asks when he too comes to join. You follow close behind in nothing but your panties, and he puts an arm around you while you look around at all the people in the small space.

“Hey,” Felix's girlfriend says when she comes up behind you.

“Hey,” you exclaim and smile wide when you turn around, then quickly give her a naked hug.

“Join us,” Bang Chan says cheerfully in response to Hyunjin's question.

“Help me up,” Han requests and holds up a hand.

“How you feeling?” you ask and look at your friend when you pull away from her. “You look awful.”

She doesn't respond. Her attention is suddenly on Bang Chan and Han who struggle to get the latter out of the tub.

“Hey, guys!” Felix says loudly to the gathering behind him. “I'm trying to pee here.”

The mood is already great and everyone suddenly laughing loudly. Even Jeongin and Seungmin who are still in their beds chuckle to themselves as they listen to all the commotion.

“Well hurry up, there's a queue,” Hyunjin says and everyone laughs again. You look at his face with love in your eyes and he turns to give you a kiss.

The foot sucker appears behind her bestie and the two embrace. Bang Chan and Han finally succeed. Felix is eventually done and Hyunjin let's you go first like the gentleman he is. The girls behind you keep talking and remembering, and Jeongin can't stop smiling wide to himself.

Meanwhile Seungmin in his room quickly selects a couple of videos and uploads them to the cloud. He'll save them for later, worried that Chan wasn't completely joking about confiscating his phone, and that the hilarious and explosive content might be lost forever if anyone got hold of it.

And Lee Know, he hasn't noticed at all what is going on in the rest of the apartment. He's already balls deep in his girlfriend again, fucking for the fourth time since the party ended and they went to bed.

“Flush after me,” you say when you get up from the toilet, naked and happy. No one but Hyunjin pays any attention to you while you pull your panties back up.

“Sure,” he says and gives you a kiss in passing, before he finally gets to position his dick above the bowl and relieve himself, like he wanted to do when he first got up and brought you the glass of water.

“Oh, by the way,” you say and turn to face him. “I know where your clothes are.”

“Where?” Hyunjin asks and turns his head, while leaning with a hand against the wall over the toilet.

You can't help but smile. “Look out the window in your room again.”

Hyunjin twists his neck to try to glare at you which makes him miss. “What did you do?” he asks and sounds serious, but he can't hide his joy.

“It wasn't me,” you say and walk away through the crowd and chatter.

Hyunjin shakes his head and dick and gives the wall a push. He can't stop grinning from ear to ear as he accepts not only the loss of last night's game, but by the sounds of it his clothes too.

Who's idea was it to play cards anyway? He can't remember, but it doesn't matter. All that matters is that it was a hell of a party, and that you'll all be talking about it fondly for years to come.

You stop in the hallway and listen. “YES! YES! YES! YES! Fuck me harder babe! HARDER!”

“Ahh, ahhh, AHHHHH!” Lee Know screams.

Everyone in the bathroom behind you stops talking. Han and Bang Chan look at each other, as do the two girls. Then you all start laughing again, so hard your bellies hurt.

It was a hell of a party indeed.