#haha get patted nerd

[thatonefishfriend]

[raylynnn]

Katsuki x Y/n (Drummer Katsuki AU)

Warnings ⚠️ heavy smut, BJ, fingering, oral, vaginal sex, cursing, and getting caught. Hope you enjoy<3

It was out of nowhere honestly. The group had joked and dabbled in the thoughts of starting a band, but no one ever thought it would take off like it did. It started off as more of a joke, I mean seriously we probably had 2 maybe 3 people who could actually play instruments. We all knew Katsuki could play the drums and knew Jiro could play about any instrument you threw at her. But the others not so much, including yourself. You and Mina excepted that this whole “band” thing wouldn’t work for you two. So y’all were just kind of the girls who took tickets and then watched behind the curtain while the others killed it on stage. You had Katsuki as your drummer, Ejiro as your bass player, Sero as your backup bass guitarist, and Kaminari as your lead guitarist. Everything worked out that way.

You and Mina would regularly go watch their band practices and plan out their next concert and etc, but out of the group you were definitely the closest to katsuki other than Ejiro. At performances his only focus was the music, not the crowd surfing, not the absurd amount of fangirls flashing him from the crowd, or the money, but sometimes you’d catch him let go a little bit, every time he did he’d look at you watching from the corner of the stage. Sometimes especially if the band killed it you would catch him giving a small smile at you from the stage. At one of the garage practices they were trying this new song that jiro had written. And it was a big step from their usual music. She had given Katsuki a drum solo. And he would never admit it, but he was nervous when he couldn’t get it the first try. He had played drums for so long their wasn’t much he couldn’t play.

The practices lasted about 2-3 hours, but katsuki waited behind for a bit. He couldn’t get it down and jiro had reminded him multiple times he had plenty of time to master it but he just wasn’t satisfied. Since you didn’t play an instrument the least you could was lend them your garage right? And lots of times one or two members would stay behind to work on some music solo, and it never bothered you cause to you it just meant they were dedicated.

About 30 minutes after practice ended everyone pretty much had left. So it was just you and Katsuki. You went to your room for a bit just to chill out but you started thinking about how close you and katsuki were compared to the others. You wanted to seek him again, talk to him or something. You were about to get a drink from the fridge out in the garage anyway..so what could it hurt really.

When you headed out to the garage you saw katsuki looking over the music once again before hammering at the solo again it sounded a lot better but it wasn’t as fast as it needed to be from what jiro had said earlier. “Still working on it?” You said as you opened the fridge door. Katsuki set his sticks down before wiping the sweat off his forhead looking over at you and you grabbed a water. “Tch..yeah I can’t belive I’m saying this, but this solo is kicking my ass” he said tiling his head back a bit stretching his back from being hunched over the drums for so long. You tossed a water to him which he caught taking the lid off. “How long have you played again?” You said thinking it over, must of been a while to be as good as him. “I started playing when I was 6, so probably 12 years” he said taking another sip. “What about you nerd? You play anything?”

You let out a soft laugh before shaking your head. “Haha..no I tried a few times but never stuck with me, always thought the drums were cool though” you said as you closed the top on the bottle. Katsuki chuckled slightly before patting his lap gesturing for you to come closer. “C’mere” he said softly. He got out of the chair and stood behind you while you sat down of the stool chair. He took the sticks and placed them in your hands fixing your hold and posture. He grabbed your wrists gently before hovering your hands over a symbol and a smaller snare. “Here put your foot on the base drum, and tap your foot against the pedal continuously and take your right hand and hit this-“ he explained oddly calm and relaxed, his lips near your ear as he talked you through the steps. “Dammit” you muttered after your 3rd attempt of trying the simplest beat.

“Here get up.” He said you got up thinking he had given up on you but then he pulled you into his lap and positioned you just like you were before instead his foot was on the base. He grabbed your wrist and started maneuvering your wrists like a puppet. The beat came out at a good Rhythm thanks to him basically playing the drums for you, but you didn’t give two shits. You were in Bakugo’s lap with his hands on your wrists and his face close to yours. So you were winning anyway.

Getting closer to the end you started moving your wrists on your own with his grip still guiding you but with all this movement..you didn’t even realize what you were doing to him until his hands faltered all of sudden when you moved back on his crotch. Fuck. You didn’t even mean to but that’s all it took. You weren’t fully sure so you tried something. You stopped with the drums for a second before muttering. “Um..hey katsuki can you move your keys It’s a little uncomfortable to sit on” he rested his forhead on your shoulder trying to hide his best red face. “Those..t-those aren’t my key” he said flustered as ever hoping he would just nuke right there. Your face flushed red as you giggled slightly. “Excited are we~?” You giggled out. He brought his hand to his face trying to conceal his burning hot cheeks. “Tch..shut it, it’s y-your fault” he muttered out trying to fix himself under you. Suddenly without thinking you went to get up rubbing back once more this time stealing a groan from the boy under you.

“Ngh..” he groaned slightly. You relized this was your mess to clean up. If you had just stayed in your room none of this would have been happening. I mean the least you could do was help him out. You sighed nervously before getting up and dropping to your knees. His eyes widened before he stuttered out. “W-what are you doing..?” He said covering the lower half of his face with his palm. “Just..shut up and let me take care of you..ok?” You said undoing his belt before slipping them down till his boxers were visible. He wasn’t just hard he was solid. All because of you. That tent in his boxers with a little wet spot assumably pre. The big bad katsuki all of sudden looked so vulnerable so needy and eager. God this was such a beautiful sight.

You looked up at his before taking his boxers down. “Is this ok Katsuki?” You said laying your head ontop of his crotch. He nodded eagerly. “Y-yes..” he stuttered. You slid down his boxers revealing his cock. Pretty and pale with a light pink tip smeared with pre, god he was perfect. You took his cock into your hand giving it a few pumps before taking it into your mouth you only reached about halfway yet he was already throwing his head back and gripping onto your hair. It took so much not to just you like a rag doll and push you down farther but he managed for you using the last ounce of respect he had. Your mouth left his dick with a loud pop before you muttered saliva dripping down your chin and eyes lidded. “Just use me katsuki.” You could tell he was getting needier from below.

His eyes widened before he gripped your hair shoving you back down on his cock. Shoving you down till your nose hit his blonde tuff. “Ngh..fuckkk. Your so fucking g-good for me..f-fuck” he said bucking his hips into your mouth, you could tell he was close. You braced your hands on his thighs digging your nails slightly deeper as he used you like some sort of fuck doll. “Fuck..baby- ah fuck I-I’m gonna..g-gonna..” he babbled thrusting impossibly faster. “FUCK!” He said before he shot his load into your mouth and once you pulled off slightly choking he released the rest onto your face and chest. As he rode out his high he started babbling on and on about how good you felt. “B-baby..f-felt so good..need you a-again..” this is was such a different side of katsuki and you were loving it.

You had a cheeky smile worn on your cum covered face as you watched him calm down a bit. When he caught his breath he locked eyes with you and relized the mess he had made of you. “Fuck..sorry I didn’t mean to be too rough” he said taking your jaw into his hand while using his other hand to grab a rag he had next to his drum set for when he gets sweaty. He took it to your face and wiped most of it off. “Heh..it’s ok I liked it, plus..I kinda told you too” you said sheepishly while trying to conceal the slight red tint on your cheeks. He just smiled at you as he wiped your face “yeah well..we’re not done yet pretty” he said tossing the rag to the side as he scooped you up setting you in his lap facing him this time.

You giggled as he sat you in his lap. He smirked slightly before bringing his lips to yours. God everything about you was so intoxicating. He could get drunk just off your lips. He brought his hands from your waist to resting of the fat of your ass squeezing gently. He trailed open mouth kisses down your neck till his got to your collar bone, he pulled away from your skin looking up at you through his soft lashes. “Can I take this off..?” He asked tugging at the hem of your shirt. You smiled softly before nodding and kissing forehead gently. He lifted your shirt off your shoulders leaving you now in just your leggings and black laced bra. “Fuck your gorgeous..” he muttered before groping your breasts gently before unclipping your bra.

When he finally took off your bra you almost thought he was mimicking kaminari when he would go dumb. When he finally snapped out of it he looked up at you with hungry eyes and you could tell somthing changed. “Lift your ass up hon” he said grabbing your ass and gesturing you to hover. Once you did he slid off your leggings and pulled your panties to the side. “Fuck..look at her already soaked for me yeah?” He said swiping a finger through your lips. He took two fingers into his mouth after coating them he brought them to your slit once again his thumb rubbing soft circles while one finger started to prod into your little hole.

Your eyes widend and you gripped his shoulders trying to brace yourself. He slid in another finger moving at quick pace. “Yeah? Does that feel good pretty?” He asked whispering in your ear while you bucked against his fingers. You were too blissed out to answer until he slapped your clit. “I need an answer princess..” he growled. You whined at his mean way to keep you in line but soon you babbled out your praises. “Y-yes..f-feel sooo..” you babbled out trying to answer him but he started to remove his fingers leaving you feeling empty. He wrapped his hand around his cock and brought it to your entrance. “This ok pretty..?” He said looking into your big innocent eyes.

You nodded your head hoping he’d give it to you but he just sat their. “I need an answer pretty, I won’t fuck you unless you tell me it’s ok” he said sternly. You smiled softly before whispering, “y-yes..you can fuck me katsuki..I need you to fuck me.” You said holding onto his hand. He grinned slightly at your words before taking his cock and lining it up with you again. He pushed slowly entering your pussy, he let out a small quiet groan and he was only tip in.

“Oh god k-katsuki..” you moaned out as he layed your body back sprawled out against the drums as he stood up slightly hovering over you as he pushed in farther. Once he was half way in he stayed still for a second trying to give you time to ajust. “Am..am I g-good to move pretty..?” He asked sweat beading down the sides of his face. “Yes please..” you moaned out. He soon started to move at a slow pace before gradually getting faster. He really tried to hold back, to hold onto the last bit of self control he had..but he simply couldn’t not with how your walls were squeezing him so tight, your greedy cunt sucking him in like your life depended on it. Soon he was railing the fuck out of you. Pulling almost all the way out before slamming right back into your greedy cunt.

He was stuffing you full, you felt high almost you could remember how this even started and you didn’t even want to imagine it ending. The way he pounded into your soft hole treating you as you were some time of toy somehow only made you wetter. His grip on your waist was dangerous, you were holding onto the rim of the snare drum trying not to break it, he noticed this and figured you were uncomfortable so he raised you from your back, his dick still digging into you like a dog. He sat you in his lap and thrusted his hips up to meet yours. This position made you feel him a lot deeper causing you to lose yourself in the moment.

“FUCK..oh god..oh my god K-Katsuki! Fuck me baby! Cmon please..p-please don’t stop dadd- K-katsuki..” you babbled out like a slut. You were to caught up in the pleasure of his cock assaulting your cunt you didn’t even notice you were calling him daddy. His eyes widened before he smirked like a devious mf. “Fuck. Call me that again princess..” he said lifting you up off his dick almost all the way before slamming you back down. You moaned out loud due to the overwhelming pressure. “Fuck d-daddy..please” he smirked again and his movements started to get sloppy. “Fuck baby..tell me your close..” he groaned resting his head between your tits.

“Y-yes baby..gonna..gonna CUM” you moaned out bucking your hips to meet his as you had a death grip on his shoulders. “!Cum..cum..cumming” you moaned out as your body shook and trembled over his cock. Soon he whispered “f-fuck where can I cum..” you didn’t even answer you just wrapped your legs around him and trapped against your soaked cunt grinding against him trying to ride it out. His eyes widened as he thrusted hopelessly against your pussy whimpering like a dog. “Yes..yess! Plzplzplz..” he babbled shooting his hot, sticky, load into your cunt. “Fuck baby..” he muttered. your body’s both relaxing into each others touch.

He pulled out his body stuttering due to the overwhelming sensation. He watched his cum spill out of you like a fountain and he couldn’t help but want to pump you full again. But as much as he wanted too..all good things must come to an end. The two of you’s sexy and intimate moment was cut short due to the sound of the back door next to the garage door opening. You forgot you gave the band members keys so they could practice anytime. Their came Ejiro and Sero walking through. Y’all quickly scrambled to get your clothes but y’all knew that they knew.

“HOLY SHIT” cursed Ejiro as sero just started cackling. Katsuki took one of the black drapes that was usually used to cover the drums to cover y’all’s..sticky situation. Bakugos face flushed red as he yelled at the two. “GET TF OUT!” He barked trying to cover the two of you. They stepped out for a bit while y’all got decent and when you did you yelled out “your good now..” you said trying to hide your tone of embarrassment. Katsuki was still sat on the stool as he zipped his pants and fixing his belt his shirt still on the floor though.

“Heh..sorry sero forgot his music here, seems like hall you too were making some of your own..” he snickered as sero tried to mask his laughter. You and katsuki couldn’t even defend yourselfs. Soon they left with their forgotten music before it was just the two of you again.

“Aside from their appearance..I had fun katsuki.” You said behind a soft smile. “Me too pretty..” he said kissing your lips softly before looking around the garage. “Jesus were messy..” he said behind a small chuckle.

[venmondiese]

This party is boring... wanna leave?

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Summary: The party you are in is boring, so you ask a cute nerd guy to leave with you... that is, until you find out this is his birthday party.  Maybe a gift and a happy birthday will fix his sad evening.

✧Pairing: Michael Gavey x Fem!Reader

✧Warnings: MDNI 18+, p in v, virginity loss, oral (m receiving), overall sweet, michael being a total nerd virgin.

✧Word Count: 7.8k

✧AO3 link: here

note: so i saw this tweet in my 2020 ig histories and i said... michael gavey coded, and here we are. Here is the original tweet (wendy and joy from red velvet haha) and AGAIN this is infinite i swear i am allergic to write things under 5k

Michael couldn’t be more excited. He looks proudly at the poster indicating the date and place of his birthday. 

Nothing too glamorous, he rented one of the halls for hire in Oxford, the same one that they used for the Christmas party that (to no one’s surprise) he wasn’t invited. But he intended to do something fun about it, with the pool table and maybe some game algebraic beer pong. Who knows? It was his birthday, so he did the rules.

And he had a few friends he could invite, of course, renting a whole hall seems…. exaggerated, but truly, he couldn’t get a pool table in his room. He paid for this only for the pool table. Besides, he liked his Norman no mates friends. Friends if you could call them that; they were as friend to him as Oliver Quick once was. Just that this once… he won’t get too attached.

Well, ‘friends’ would actually be mates from the chess club, so they weren’t exactly popular these days. They barely had a girl in the group, so they weren’t great with girls either. Besides, the only other girl that he knew had agoraphobia so… it wasn’t happening. 

His mum made some little biscuits and cupcakes for his day, since she came to have a little celebration just for him and her in a near-by cafe at college. He could skip a few classes to be with his mum on his birthday, after all. 

The night started interestingly. The space was obviously much larger than what he thought it could be, so they hung around the couch and the pool table. He felt the victory as he won two chess matches and a pool game. Maybe it was birthday luck, since everything was coming up as great.

As they talked about which opening was their favourite, Michael heard a little knock. Once he approached the crystal door, he saw Oliver with Felix by his side, with some liquor bottles. 

Michael frowned a bit, as he was pretty sure he rented the room, he did it with a lot of anticipation and made sure no one else did before him. And it was crystal clear that he didn’t invite Oliver. Sure, in their friendship, he once or twice talked about doing something about his birthday, but he never invited Oliver. 

“Hey Mikey” Oliver says, with an shit eating grin, and Michael has to roll his eyes, by how smug and prideful he looked. An absolute jerk, if you asked him. Oliver didn’t even wear his glasses anymore, and was all parties and relevancy thanks to Felix. “Come on”

Before Michael could stop them, Oliver passes by his side, as Felix follows him patting Michael’s shoulder with a smirk (he could swear it was in a patronising way) and people follow from behind as Oliver looks in the room for the music speaker of the rented room.

Michael walked as the crowd quickly dispersed, and he grabbed the few gifts he received, and looked at his distressed mates. 

“Oliver you cannot be here, I rented the room” Michael screams as the room noise is quick to appear, so different from the silence of their small reunion. 

“I saw your pamphlet” Oliver says nonchalantly as he successfully manages to get the aux cable. “Birthday, eh?” He says mockingly

“I rented it! You have to get out” He says almost screaming, as the same way he did once they met, when he asked Oliver to say a sum for him to say.

“If you can get all of us out, mate… sure” Oliver shrugs, clearly not minding.

Michael looks defeated. Even if he stands there, angry, with the few gift bags on his hands, he feels embarrassed. He wanted to do one nice thing for himself, just once. It wasn’t as cheap to rent a hall for his birthday (he couldn’t do it anywhere else, truly, but he thinks that maybe the pub would have been nice even if few of his mates didn’t drink beer)

The room fills very quickly, sitting on the couches and talking as they get vases with something to drink, or beer cans.

“Michael” two of his friends approach him, and he looks at them “We could rescue the biscuits and the cake” They say proudly as they have it in his hands. 

He couldn’t fake to look at least smug, so he nods a bit numbly. “Yeah, sure.” He says a bit disoriented, looking around “The rest left?”

“This was not a party, we assumed…” 

“Not really our thing. Though Tim and Steve stayed to see if they could get any girls” 

Michael hums, and he doesn’t know what to exactly think, since he didn’t expect this. He was organised, he liked things to be as he already planned. It made him secure, and it was only logical. But this interruption made him anxious.

“I gotta save the pool balls” He says to his friends “They are going to fine me if I lose one of them” 

“What… we do with this?” His friend asks about the food.

“Uhm… take the biscuits with you…” Michael says. “And the cake… leave it on the library next to the pool table, and hide it… please” 

As he collects the pool balls, and walks upstairs to return them, he is very downhearted. He remembers the time that he invited his friends from school and only his cousins and his neighbour appeared to his party; very embarrassing and he hated celebrating his birthday with a party ever since. It was mostly his mum and granny, with his dog and cat. Nothing else, nothing too fancy.

He comes back for the cake as he tries to explain the situation to the people that manage the rented halls, there was not much for them to do, and he is suspicious that maybe Oliver or Felix paid them to keep the room. At least they promised not to charge if anything broke, and he was happy with that.

So, money wasted, party ruined and they couldn’t even sing to him happy birthday. 

He walks from between the crowd as he steals a beer. Fuck it, it wasn’t eve stealing since they ruined his party. He takes a break, since he feels really discouraged. He knows his mates are not really social butterflies, but more leaning to being socially anxious. He might need to apologise, and even face the idea that they might be annoyed at him, and maybe they’ll kick him out from the chess team.

He drinks his beer, looking at how Oliver and Felix hyped the whole thing out, people sitting on the pool table… He hopes his cake is intact. He looks at his beer can as he move it a little to stir the liquid (he totally doesn’t want to look miserable AND like an imbecile)

“Hey” A voice calls him as he drinks from his beer. He has to look up to the prettiest girl that has ever approached him, probably. You wear a pink pleated mini skirt, with a short baby pink hoodie that he could see your bright pink bra underneath. God, it was a lot of pink in one person. 

You look at him as he blinks a bit, and you look at him with an alluring smile as if waiting for him to say something, and once he doesn’t, you continue.

“This party is kinda boring” you start saying, with a soft smile and a bright in your eyes as you look at him, doing all your best efforts to flirt with him “Do you wanna leave together?”

Michael blinks a bit as he looks at you, trying to process the words in his head but he fails. “Uh… this is my birthday party” he admits embarrassed and awkwardly, as he looks away to not face the shame, and he adjusts his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

“Oh” you say looking at him, your smile fading a bit, a bit worried about your comment. “Oh, I’m sorry” you say, grabbing his forearm. “Didn’t mean to be rude”

“No problem” he says, looking at how your hand rests on his forearm, almost caressing it slowly. 

“I suppose you didn’t invite all these people, did you? It was kind of a last minute call” you say looking at him, actually interested in him. “You seem pretty out of place for that”

“No… It was for me and my mates” 

“Ohh…” You say looking around, and you feel a bit of pity, which he doesn’t want nor needs. “Well, I would have brought a gift.” You say, trying to cheer him up “What is your name?”

Did they send you to make fun of him? Must be.

“Michael Gavey” He says, and he refuses to look at you, not to give you or them the satisfaction.

“Michael” you repeat, and you tell him your name too. “You are cute” you add.

He blushes and looks at you as if you just insulted him, his eyes open and he frowns a bit. He turns his head away in shame.

“Thank you” he murmurs, not sure of what to think. 

“So… your birthday is today.” You say tapping your thighs a bit. “How… randomly, I didn’t know”

“I like my birthday” He murmurs, drinking his beer hesitantly “Tis’ the day of Pi” 

“Day of Pie?” You ask frowning, your arms in your back as you lean in the wall. 

“Of Pi” he repeats “Like the pi from maths”

“Ohh, the circle thing” You say nodding and smiling, as you now understand. “Why is it the day of pi..? Ohh, it is because today it’s fourteen of March”

“Yeah” He says, as he looks at his shoes a bit embarrassed. He usually would think you were stupid, who the fuck confuses Pi with Pie? But you were the only one caring enough. 

“You seem to like maths, like your.. Your shirt” you say pointing it out at his maths pun, and he becomes aware that he has been, in fact, wearing that shirt all the time. 

Fuck, did he really fought with Oliver and with the rental people with a Math pun shirt? No wonder no one took him seriously.

“Ah, yeah…” He says awkwardly. You were very much engaging in the conversation, scooping on his interests little by little. 

“Do you know that I am flirting with you, right?” You say looking at him in the eyes and he looks from his shoes to your face, a bit surprised and panicked.

“Ehm… me? What for?”

“Because you are cute, like I said” you repeat “And it is your birthday”

“You don’t have to pity me because of that…”

“I am not pitying you. It is not why I like you. Come on, do you think I am pretty at least?” You ask as you change your body weight from one foot to the other while looking at him with the most alluring smile he has ever seen. 

God, the question sounds stupid, because you are not only pretty, but you are the hottest girl ever, looking at him as he freezes in place. Your eyes could trap him, as enchanting as they were, and your diminutive clothing was driving him insane. 

“Eh… yes” he murmurs. “Very pretty…”

He seems perplexed about the straightforwardness of this whole thing, and he is very confused. Where has this night taken him?

“I meant what I said. The party… is meh. You and I could leave together, if you want” 

He blinks, as his tongue wets his lips as he suddenly feels frozen in place. His eyes look at your expression as if you were joking, and he is unsure what to think.

“Uh… well, I have to get my cake, really, m-my mates saved it on the back of the library in hopes nobody would find it..:” He starts saying, not really sure why he is telling you this.

“Okay, we’ll search it” you say without any problem about it. “I could sing happy birthday to you and you can blow the candles”

That’s how you are now following him like a puppy, as he takes out the cake from behind some decorations that weren't hiding the cake very well, but it is mostly intact. 

You two walk together, to leave and Michael thinks that never felt so ashamed. He felt like doing the shame walk, as he passed through the people with a fucking birthday cake and a pretty girl following him.

“Let’s go to your dorm!” You tell him with a happy smile, your hand on his shoulder as you lean closer to tell him that as you both walk together.

He is confused how you’ll give him a gift if they weren’t in your room, but he accepts, as his dorm isn’t actually so far away from the rented halls, so he guides you upstairs, and upstairs, at the point where he hears you whine because of your heels.

You look a bit amazed as he enters his dorm, leaving the cake on his desk and moving to turn on the bedside lamp. He looks around, and you are taking off your heels and being just in socks. He blinks as he looks at you. Doing that means she’s comfortable here, he thinks. 

“Ah, eh…. Have a seat in the…” You sit on the edge of his bed, next to his pillows and he blinks. He wanted to say ‘in the desk chair’ but he guessed it was too late.

“Your bed is comfortable” You say smiling as you pat your right side for him to sit by your side. “Come, sit!”

Michael blinks. He dries his sweat palm by rubbing his hands on his thighs a bit awkwardly, as he takes a seat on the edge of his bed by your side. Your legs were tucked under your body, already comfortable, while he is rigid and tense, all awkwardness in comparison.

“And your mates are still at the party?” You ask looking at him, batting your eyelashes at him with a sweet smile as you lean your body weight to your hand, right beside him.

“Uhm… eh, well, they told me they left, so it was a bit rushed… I don’t know, I could call them if you.. Want to sing to me happy birthday and that…” he says a bit hesitant, and he is a bit unsure of his words when you chuckle a bit, if you knew a secret “B-Because we couldn’t… I mean we didn’t have the time for that, and my mum bought that cake because it is my favourite..:” he rambles as his cheeks are pink with embarrassment.

You were divine. In more than one way, you were the prettiest girl that he had ever talked to. And you were also the first girl in his dorm. And this close to him. And the first one to be interested in him. 

“Ah, of course… I bet it is tasty, it is sweet that your mum bought it for your party” You say smiling, as you look at him “Well, I don’t think we should call them here”

“Uh… Why not? We aren’t many, we are just seven, and with you we would be a pair number, so we could play a chess match since we are a pair. If you don’t know I could teach you” He offers. God, why did he accept this? Because you were pretty and all smiles with him, but he didn’t know what women like you liked…

“It’s not that, Mikey” you say softly, looking at him with an alluring smile, leaning slightly closer to him, which is dangerous, because it is the moment he has to decide if to look at your face or your tits. “It is because I wanna give you a gift”

Michael blinks. “Oh.”

“Yeah… It would be awkward if they were here”

His mind is numb, and he looks at you a bit confused “... Because they already gave me a gift?”

You have to suppress a laugh, as you shake your head and look down a bit. He takes the opportunity to look at your tits briefly.

“No…” You say again, with that damn tone that he can’t decipher. “You are not really good at hints, are you?”

He stays silent, looking at you as he tries to get it. “Eh… no, but I am really good at maths…”

You chuckle a bit, as you look at his face with a look he (again) cannot decipher. 

“Of course you are” you say sitting slightly closer, and he stays still as he looks at you and your tits coming closer to him “Your birthday it is in the day of Pi” you made sure to say the last word correctly, emphasising on it, and he nods a bit. 

“Yeah…” he murmurs looking at you as he licks his lips, and his glasses slide ever so slightly on his nose as he has to look down at your face

“I wanna give you a gift…” you repeat, and it is now that he feels your hand slide to his thigh and closer to his crotch. And his breath freezes on his throat as he feels your hand move slowly to rub his dick from above his clothes, and the traitor practically gets hard instantly at something that isn't his own hand. 

Michael practically freezes at your touch, as your hand slowly rubs his jeans where his erection was forming. Your eyes look at him as you smile, god, you were so provocative it made his brain go off. He couldn't take his eyes out of your face as he opened his mouth to pant a bit, a bit unsure of if to stop this or make it keep going.  It is not like he doesn’t want to do… this, but a little part of him still thinks you are just mocking him and probably there were popular jerks waiting outside to make fun of him for falling for someone so out of his league. 

But you were so pretty, lookin at him with tender eyes. As he seems so hesitant about it all. It wasn’t like he didn’t want this, but he just… wasn’t sure what to do, because this was confusing all his thoughts. How could he even impress you? 

It is you who leans to capture his lips. On yours with a kiss, slow and calm, since he was so inexperienced. It was his first kiss, as a girl rubs his cock. He surely was dreaming. 

“Do you want it?”

He blinks confused, his lips briefly open and all flustered as your hands keep on hardening his cock. “Um… yes” He swallows hard as his eyes are closed due to how good (and strange) it feels. To have a girl doing this with him.

“You’ve done this before?” You ask looking at his eyes, and his glasses are sliding on his nose and he doesn’ even notice, and your hand pat his cock which makes him whimper a bit. 

“Eh… yes, but with myself. I mean, b-by myself, like with my hand, that is…”

You giggle at his naiveness, and you add “I meant if you have ever had sex”

Michael looks at you surprised, and he adjusts his glasses on the bridge of his nose again. You were so direct, and this was unlike anything that had happened in his life. You confused him, with your plays and teases, he was more simple, and more straightforward. “No…” He whispers in reply, breathing a little heavily now as you squeeze him through his pants. 

Your smile is confusing, since he doesn’t know what it means. Well, he doesn’t get the clue to. Most things you do anyways. “It is your birthday” you repeat “My treat, I’ll make you feel so good, Mikey”

He looks down at his pants as you unbuckle his belt. There was something about you, so seductive and sensual as you did all torturously slow. You weren’t rushed, and even did it for his sake, as he looked so frozen by it all. 

You turn your head to look up to him as you also zip down his pants. He tried to think about anything else, because he felt on fire.

“Can you take these off?” You ask him kindly, and he looks. Briefly confused. “I really wanna suck you off”

Oh god. He almost cums on his pants. Oh god.  He repeats on his mind as he moves a bit to take off his pants, at least to his knees. Oh god, oh god. His mind tried to remain sane, he tried to think about some maths, the comfort of simple logic tries to centre himself. 

You look pleasantly surprised by his size, and you hummed in delight and he saw how you bite your lower lip. His cocks spring free, fully hard and the precum leaking out from the tip. He looked nervously at you, as his cock practically begged your attention and affections, and he could feel a turmoil form on his stomach as he pleaded with his eyes for you to do something about it. 

“So big…” you praise him with a smirk, and he looks away in shame as he blushes. It was a good thing, he thinks, but he cannot help but feel hesitant.

You gently grab the base as your left hand rests on his left thigh, helping you as you lean down to capture the tip on your mouth, and he leans slightly back as if trying to squirm away. He looks at you, overwhelmed at the warm and moist sensation around his cock, ever so slightly, but so intense at the same time. He pants as if he just ran a marathon, looking down at you as his balls tighten and feel so ready to cum. But he forces himself not to.

“Oh… A-Ah, fuck…” he says as you take his dick out of your mouth to lick it, from his balls to his tip. God, no one really prepares you to know how easy it is to cum when a girl sucks you off.

He tries to think of equations, some diagrams or anything, anything to not cum so fast. You have his cock again in your mouth, sucking on his tip and your tongue moves to tease him as well. He was going insane.

He looks at you, with your bright eyes full of delight and mischief looking up back at him, as his cock was deeper and deeper on your throat, making its way through your warm mouth. 

And you didn’t seem to mind how the drool was spilling out from your mouth, wettening your chin and how you gagged slightly the more deep you swallowed him. He was amazed, truly, looking down at you as you sucked him off. 

It was different from how he imagined. He thought that at his first time, he would lead the way, he would be confident (because he knew about porn and how these things worked) and he would be dominant enough. Yet now, he feels unsure, trembling as his balls shaked in need to release, because you were amazing and so hot. 

Maybe he didn’t know a thing about this all. He thinks, as his shoulders tense from how good the head of his cock feels in your warm throat. It sends shivers on his spine and he has to whimper pathetically. 

“You are so perfect…, I swear” He mumbles without breath, whimpering pathetically. You would have giggled, because he didn’t need to swear, but he was cute to do so.

You move your hand to take the hair out of his face, and you grab his right hand, and he doesnt get at first what you mean, until you let his hand on your hair, it is when he understands that you want him to guide you and move his hips. 

His own hips hesitate at the beginning , strange at how he is supposed to move without looking ridiculous or being uncomfortable. Instead, he takes your hair carefully, with both hands as he leaves a deep breath out. 

His little whimpers are amazing, and so hot, you love to hear it. It was almost quiet, very low, but it was a delight to hear how he whimpers as his cock twitches in your mouth.

He moves your hair up and down on his body, fucking your face slowly. He didn’t want to be reckless, and when you needed to, he allowed you to have air from time to time. 

His balls were on fire, and his dick was so hard and it felt so good as you deepthroated him that he was at the verge of cumming. 

“I’m… oh, I'm going to cum, m’sorry…” he whimpers, moving your head onto his cock more harshly, but still careful not to make a mess and make you choke on his cock. He would feel bad if he hurt you like that, especially when you do him a favour.

His hips hesitate as he starts cumming, and he releases your head because he guesses it could be overwhelming. But you do not back away, rather swallow all of his spending in your mouth, savouring it delighted as you looked up to him, and he opened his mouth in awe. 

You were his wettest dream come true.

What are the chances, the possibility that a pretty girl like you, just looked at him and decided to do this? To give him the best head ever? To help him lose his virginity, thinking he is worth the chance when you are out of his league? 

He is a man of mathematics and logic. And even being good at probability, he knew the chances were almost zero. Almost.

And you looked so brightly at him as you cleaned some of his cum dripping down from your chin and licking it, not to waste a bit. 

“It… it was good?”

“Yeah” you say without a breath, as you smile. “I love your dick, it is so… amazing” He can almost cum again when he sees you lick your lips.

“Oh.” He says a bit flustered, his mind almost numb from his orgasm. “T-Thank you…” 

It is your smile who makes him smile a bit, awkwardly and with his cheeks red. He cannot believe this is luck. He is dumb struck, looking at your lovely face with still red cheeks and a wide smile. And you just sucked him off.

He is guilty, and he looks down at your tits for a brief moment, but looks quickly at your face, as if ashamed of doing that. But you still have that alluring smile, looking at him. He still doesn’t get what it means, but he goes along with the flow. 

“You wanna see my tits?” You ask with a sweet tone, as if it was the normalest question ever. You have seen his eyes drop to your breasts and then to your face, it was cute.

Oh my god. He will likely cum immediately at the sight. He knows it, and his cheeks are red as he thinks of your question.

“Yeah, please…” He asks without breath, as he accommodates in bed trying for his cock not to give him away. 

“I would have worn something way cuter if I knew this was going to happen” You explain taking out your jacket, and to his no-surprise, you didn’t wear a shirt underneath, just the bright pink bra that poked out of your jacket. 

“You look beautiful” he murmurs looking at your still clothed breasts, and he then looks up to your face. “You… If this is your less fancy outfit, then god damn me” 

You giggle at his words, he surely was odd from all the guys you knew. Perhaps his lack of experience, perhaps his nerdy personality. You don’t know, but you find yourself wanting to do all filthy and kinky things with this nerdy man.

You take off your bra, with quickness, as he looks at you completely mesmerised by your nakedness in front of him. He blinks at your perky nipples completely to his sight, and his mind just goes off. He is pretty sure that if you asked him what 1 plus 1 was, he’d say a pair of fine tits.

“You can touch me, Mikey” you say with a teasing tone, that makes him look at your expression for a brief moment. “Like you can grope my tits and all…”

The boldness of her offer makes him salivate, he is sure, and the desire within him is just intense and he knows he has to. His left hand reaches out cautiously and grasps your right breast. 

Your soft sigh is enough for him to do it slightly more confidently, but still not too harsh. He doesn’t actually know how hard it hurts if someone gropes too aggressively, and so he prefers to be gentle with you, because you deserve all of it. 

“Here. Give me your other hand” You say, and before you can extend your hand to grab his, his right hand goes to your other breasts, as if he was waiting for it.

Your breath hitches before you giggle a bit, as he doesn’t understand you. His face is red, from embarrassment, from touching a girl, a very much real girl that desires him too, and from awkwardness in him.

“I meant, give me your hand” You say taking his right hand from your breast and he doesn’t wanna let go, but he does anyway. “I wanna… Mm. I wanna to show you something”

Again with coded words, he was unaware of its meaning. But he waited for you to tell him, as you looked at him with a smile as you waited for him to say it.

“Oh, uh…” Michael mutters as his brain finally took notice it was his turn to say something. “Eh… okay? Show me…” he says unsure what to say.

You guide his left hand down, under your skirt. He just noticed that you had not taken off your skirt yet, as he was still clothed and with his pants down. But he didn’t mind it so much as you pressed his hand against your clothed pussy. 

“You.. Y-You are really wet” he says slightly amazed, and you nod with a smile as he just leaves his hand there, a bit amazed as his fingers do the slightest move to spread the wetness on his fingers. You hum in delight as you feel how bold he might be becoming. 

“Yeah, I am” you nod to him with a smile, and he looks at you flustered, as he leaves an awkward chuckle. “And your cock is hard again”

He looked down at his dick, and in fact, he was getting hard again. He looked back at you, and he smiled a bit embarrassed. You were also smiling, and that was the only clue he got to know that you were having the time of your life.

“It’s because you are so hot…” he says in a weak attempt to justify himself. “and so pretty”

You laugh, as you kneel slightly to take off your skirt and kick it somewhere in his bedroom. You were only wearing your panties now, and he felt like a salivating dog wagging his tail at the sight. God he was pathetic.

He looked at you, and before he could try to do anything, you say.

“It will be better if you sit properly in the bed, not the edge. So you can lean back in the pillows”

He has no idea why he should lean back in the pillows, but again, he is not the one doing demands in this. In his eyes, you are doing him a favour, this was his wettest dream, and you surely got nothing from it.

He takes off his pants and he crawls to sit in the bed, his back against the pillows (he used at least three, he found it more comfortable) and so he watched at you with a smile, as you kneel up again, now to take off your panties.

“I swear that if i knew, I would have worn a prettier pair of underwear” you start teasingly, as you move your hands to the sides of your panties to take them off.

Oh god, he thinks once again, as the image of a naked woman is enough to send him into numbness again. He was just gaining confidence to take some part in this, but he was just so inexperienced, he had to decide on either cum desperately or trying to last longer, and he didn’t know that the last took all of his brain energy.

“Here” You say, grabbing his hand and leaving your panties in his hand. He looks at you, and you add “Another gift. You can keep it” 

He looks at you, slightly amazed by it. He holds your panties in his hand, and he can feel the wetness of it, knowing that you were (and are) so wet right now drives him insane. He looks at you and he blinks a bit surprised, and honestly, much more aroused. 

“Thank you..” he says as he appreciates this odd gift. He has no idea what use it may have apart from the sentimental one, but maybe it is like his own trophy? 

You get comfortable, still kneeling on the bed, you crawl to be atop of his lap. Each knee on the side of his thighs, and he has to look up to see you. Maybe his favourite part about this is how your tits are in front of his face. He loves it.

“Your hand” She asks, and when she extends her hand he is clever enough not to make the same mistake twice. He passes her his hand, and she guides it to her pussy once again.

Now he knows. Why men went to war for women. Why Troy was destroyed, for stealing one woman. Why men went insane for the touch of a woman. He gets it now. 

Your pussy drips wet as he touches it; bare and warm. He is surprised, in all honesty, as his fingers are rigidly moving forward and back. It is not rough; but it is rigid enough to let know his inexperience in the matter.

“I wanna make you feel good” He says looking at you, almost begging for you to teach him how. He wants to know the secrets that could have you squirm and moan crazily over him, as he was over you. 

“This is about you” You say, your hands moving to the edge of his shirt, to take it off from him. He helps you in it, and he leaves a breath as now both of you were naked in front of each other.

Your soft hand caresses his chest. He is no muscular guy; yet you caress him so tenderly that he has to look at you with that puppy look. He really wants to make you feel good.

“Tell me what to do.” He asks again, he looks pathetically needy to you; eager to make you cum on his fingers, and eager to learn how to please you.  His fingers linger hesitantly around your pussy, and he does his best guiding himself from little experience and instinct. 

You smirk as you bite your lower lip as you let a little whimper out. He was cute and hot, more than most guys you knew from before. Maybe getting with the nerd was a fantastic idea.

“I want you to fuck me” You say instead, smiling at him “I want your cock, not your fingers- for now. Besides, this is about you. You are the birthday boy”

As your hips lower on his lap, he takes off his fingers and looks at you sitting above his cock. You grind slightly as he opens his mouth agape slightly, the mere thought of fucking you has him all excited, and aroused.

“I do wanna.. Do that” Michael says with a longing smile, as you nod to him. The feeling of your pussy rubbing against his own dick. He can’t take it anymore, he longs for you too much. 

He is clumsy as he moves his hips, the head of his cock passing eagerly through your folds in search of your entrance, and he looks up at you as you moan at the feeling. He got something right. 

His puppy eyes catch your attention as his tip presses on your centre, and you look down at him a bit breathlessly. “You can’t cum so fast, Mikey. I want you to enjoy it” He nods when you tell him that, and he leaves a shaky breath at the feeling. 

“I… I’ll try…” He says looking at you, trying his best to hold back. But your body is too tempting for him. He is going to pass out, surely.

You move to search for something in your clothes, and you take a condom from somewhere. He isn’t too sure. He is looking at the ceiling waiting for you as he thinks on some hard equation from class, and he tries for the burning turmoil on his belly, full of lust and desire to calm down even a bit. He wants to have you moaning on his cock so hard, he will need strength.

Your movement is fluid when you put the condom on his length, and he is sure you have done this so many times. On other occasions, he’ll think something witty about it, but now he is rather intimidated. How is he supposed to compete with your experiences?

You move your hips slightly, as you start to sit down on his cock from one move. Slow and soft, he is sure you make sure it isn’t so intense for him, as your walls have a tight grip on his hard cock, and the feeling of finally being inside of a woman is incredibly intimate. His cock pulsates on your insides, and he has to look down, enjoying the sight of his thick cock stretching your pussy.

“Fuck…” You say breathlessly as you throw your head back, moaning in delight as you move your hips slightly.

“You’re so warm… and thigh..” he pants, his hands go to your hips as you ride him. 

“It feels nice?”

“More than that” He says looking up to you, and he whimpers as you move your hips. 

“I’ll let you get used to it.” You tell him softly “I think it could be a bit overwhelming, I guess”

“Yeah. A bit” he says with an awkward smile which makes you smile too, and you grab his cheeks as you lean a bit to kiss him softly. 

His enthusiasm is endearing, as he tries to passionately kiss you, but you are sticking with the slowness of it all. He whimpers a bit on your mouth as he can feel how your cunt tightens around him. 

Once you are apart, his glasses are again slowly sliding down on the bridge of his nose and you bite your lower lip as you hold a moan. God, what a hot nerd you are fucking.

“You are so amazing” He murmurs, looking up to you “And you feel so good…”

“Uh huh…” You hum as you whimper a bit, and so does he. 

“And I have… I have never done this before…” He mutters looking at where your pussy swallows his dick.

“I know” You say, giving him a peck. “But you make me so aroused, so hot…”

Michael blinks a bit confused, but he gains slight confidence in this. He nods at you and he lets his hands fall by the side of your legs, and he can only focus on the way that you ride him. You squeeze him, in all the way he can think of. Your cunt is squeezing his shaft. Your knees are squeezing his legs. All of your existence squeezes him, and he loves the feeling. 

He looks up at your face, you are moaning openly and you have your eyes closed as your hands rest on his biceps, helping you bounce on his cock. You look amazing. 

And your tits, God, your tits. Bouncing on his face as you ride him, all perky and perfect for him, and the sight of your tits make him leak more precum in the condom, as he tilts his hips slightly up so he gets deeper in the warmth of your cunt.

He stays looking at you, while his balls are tightening at how wet your pussy is. He is mesmerised by you, he cannot even find himself letting any sound out of his mouth. He is almost numb, looking at you as he makes you moan like this. 

He is making you moan desperately as you ride him. He is the one responsible to see how aroused he truly has you. You lean your body closer to his chest, moaning as you ride him, and he bites his lip desperate to cum. 

His own hips rut back to yours, thrusting clumsily as you sink down on his cock. Your pussy clenches around his cock, and he’s fully engrossed in the sensation.

Michael wants to cum so bad. He doesn’t think he has ever been in such a need to cum.It’s all his foggy mind can think of, cumming and you. And cumming in you, those two subjects interrelationate. 

“Tell me” He pleads, which makes you look at him again “Please, tell me how to make you cum”

His puppy eyes, how his glasses are slightly off on him, makes you moan almost on his face. 

“Your hand” You say, and he got the clue now. He is a quick learner, and instead of letting you hold his hand, he moves it down to your pussy. 

You moan at the feeling of his hesitant hand there, and he laughs a bit breathlessly, growing slightly bolder and he loves how desperate you seem. “Teach me”

“Fine, fine, wait..” You say stopping your movements, as reluctant you both may be to that.

You lean slightly back, your hand goes to grab his knee to help you not fall. He can see more of your pussy like that, and you sigh as if trying to think clearly.

“Here” You say, grabbing his wrist and moving it slightly up. He has no idea what you mean, but he is learning, so he follows your lead. “This is my clit, so you rub it… Not harshly, not too aggressive. It can be intense, but… you have to do it gently. Firm, but gently” 

He has no idea how to do both, but he’ll try. Before he can start, you grab his wrist again, and he is confused. What else is there that you take so long to say?!

You take his hand up, and your mouth is quick to engulf his index and middle finger inside, wettening them  with your own saliva before letting them go; not without leaving a provocative lick beforehand. 

“Now” You say with a slight smile “Just gently.” You repeat, and he nods.

He is so going to cum just from seeing you lick his fingers so lustfully. 

Michael tries his best, he does. His fingers find the little thing, so small, and he is unsure what response something so tiny could do. But anyways, he does as told. His fingers hesitate before rubbing slightly there, left to right at the beginning, and then up and down.

“F-Fuck!” You say almost closing your legs around his hand and dick, but you force yourself to remain open. Your other hand goes to hold you onto the mattress of the bed, so you don’t fall. You are leaning backwards now, and he can see your body in all it’s glory. 

It does have an amazing effect, he realises, as he rubs circles on your clit and you moan even higher, your legs tremble as you force them open, and you start lowering on his cock again. Unlike the last time, you don’t take the time to make sure his cock enters and comes out fully, but you just grind against it, and when you move up and down, it is barely just in the base of his cock. But the tip? It never leaves your wetness.

He wishes he could see the bump of his cock on your belly. He looks at your abdomen, and he can practically imagine how the shape of his cock would poke out from your abdomen.  

“I want to cum” He says, panting as his brain is overwhelmed. He is overdoing things, he tries to rationalise this, but between rubbing your clit, your cunt wrapping around his cock and his moans leaving his mouth, he feels like he will pass out any moment now.

“M-Me too” You whine, desperate as your hips rut more desperate on his cock, and that turns him even more. 

He has made a girl desperate for him. And he’ll make a girl cum on his cock.

Michael makes sure to rub your clit in a delicious manner. Or what he guesses is a delicious manner. And since you almost sob your moans, he’d say he is doing a fucking amazing job. 

“FUCK” He says as he feels your cunt squeeze him so much, that his mind practically goes blank “I-I’m cumming” He barely gets the words out as he feels himself spent on the condom inside.

He moans, loudly, it could be embarrassing if it wasn’t so pleasurable, and he has to throw his head back from the pleasure on how his shoulders tense up.

You grab his wrist, and he gets the clue that he has to keep his touch on your clit. Your cheeks are red from stimulation, and as he pants and whimpers from his orgasm, as he rubs your clit. It doesn’t take long, as you practically cum all over his cock, milking his dick and making sure his balls go empty. 

Even if he orgasmed first, your peak leaves him dry, and spent in more than one way. He doesn’t think he will ever hear a girl moan so loud and pleased as you when you cum thanks to him. 

When you fall to his side, he takes off the condom, leaving it on his bedside table. He looks at you, panting hard on his side, and he feels the same, as he looks at you, still mesmerised by you. 

He searches for your hand, awkwardly, and he moves you slightly closer to him. 

You both remain breathlessly, pants as you two face the ceiling. 

“So” You start saying, and he turns his head to yours, and you have another of your mischievous, alluring smiles on your face. “Have you blown the candles?”

[exhaslo]

CAN YOU MAKE LIKE A SUB SHY READER X NERD DOM MIGUEL? LIKE READER IS LIKE QUEEN BEE BUT LIKE IS THE SHY AND QUIET POPULAR GIRL AND MIGUEL IS THE HOT NERD AND LIKE THEY ARE HANGING OUT AND THEY START TO GET ALL TOUCHY AND READER HETS ALL SHY AND FLUSTERED AND STARTS GRINDING HER PRINCESS PART ON HIS THIGHS AND LIKE SHE IS A SQUIRTER NOT LIKE CUMMING AND SHE GETS EMBARRASSED BY THAT AND MIGUEL BABIES HER AND STARTS FUCKING HER ROUGH BUT NOT TELLING HER DEGRADING NAMES LIKE SLUT OR NONE OF THAT, HE CALLS HER HIS BABY AND ALL THOSE CUTE NAMES AND HE STARTS GIVING HER AFTERCARE AND BEING ALL FLUFFY AND SFW AND SHE REVEALS TO HIM THAT SHE IS A LITTLE<333?

Sorry I took so long! I was in New Orleans for the weekend! I'm all fueled up for writing now! Haha!

Summary: Your casual study group turns into something a little out of hand~

Warning: Minors DNI, fluff, smut, dry humping, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it up ya'll), aftercare, squirting

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You were the life of the party. Everyone loved you and everyone wanted you to come to their party, gathering, anything. As long as you were there, there was life. You were practically the Queen Bee of the campus. Your beauty and personality shined bright. Everyone wanted to be you and everyone wanted to be with you.

Including Miguel.

Miguel was not shy himself from being popular. He was a hunk at the college and the smartest person there. Everyone wanted a chance with him. Everyone wanted him to help with their homework. The sexiest nerd whom everyone wanted a taste of.

Including you.

So, when word got out that a neutral friend had the two of you coming to their study group, everyone wanted in. This was no longer a study group, this had turned into a full fledge party. You could feel the sweat roll down your neck as you smiled towards your friends and strangers alike. Everyone trying to talk to you. Everyone trying to get your attention.

"Oh! Of course, um...Would you excuse me?" You laughed softly before escaping through the back door, "Jeez,"

"Escaped?" Miguel said with a soft chuckle. You jumped slightly,

"Y-Yes. I got cornered the moment I blinked."

"Awe, poor baby," Miguel teased as he drew closer to you, "Don't like being hovered over?"

You felt your cheeks burn as Miguel stood beside you. He was a freaking giant. You tried to say something, but only a stutter came out. Miguel smelled so good. Whatever cologne he was wearing was making you get closer to him. You squeaked lowly as Miguel fixed your hair, his fingers grazing your cheek,

"Hm? What's this? The most popular girl on campus is shy around men?" Miguel said almost cruelly.

"S-So...So what if I am?"

"Well, can't have that. Those vultures will eat you alive,"

"T-Then...Then help me practice," You muttered ever so lowly, believing that he could not hear you. Miguel's ears perked up as a casual smirk formed against his lips,

"How bold."

You gasped lowly as Miguel pulled your by the wrist. He looked around and took you inside the shed that was in the backyard. You could only feel your heart race as he cleared a space and sat down, patting his lap so casually. You were nervous, but excited. Miguel was the man of your dreams and he here was hiding with you.

"C'mon, can't be shy now." He hummed. You followed his order, sitting on his lap, "Good girl."

A shiver ran down your spine as he complemented you. You weren't sure if it was the liquor in your hand, but you drew closer to him. Miguel took notice and placed his finger against your lip,

"If my baby girl wants a kiss, you gotta earn it."

"E-Earn it?" You stuttered. Miguel played with the rim of your skirt,

"It's okay, baby. We're finally alone." Miguel stroked your cheek, watching you tremble from his touch, "I've been wanting this as much as you have. Who would have thought that you would be this shy?"

"I-It's not a...problem, right?" You asked.

"Course not, baby."

You couldn't help but smile. You wanted to kiss him, but he repeated once more about earning that kiss. You gave a small pout, wondering what he wanted. You bit your lower lip as Miguel started to rub circles around your waist. Subconsciously, you started to grind your hips against his thigh. Miguel's smirk only grew as you started to get into it,

"That's my baby girl," He cooed softly, "Keep going."

You whimpered low moans as the fabric of your panties and his jeans kept rubbing against your clit. Miguel hummed lowly as he finally kissed you, his fingers aiding your efforts. You gasped into the kiss, moaning lowly as he laid you down. You skirt was lifted upwards as his fingers rubbed circles around your clit.

"M-Mig-Miguel~!" You cried out.

Miguel licked his lips as you squirted against his hand and your panties. His eyes sparkled as you kept apologizing. You tried to cover your face from embarrassment, but Miguel moved your hands. He captured your lips again as he undid his pants,

"How cute. Don't be sorry, baby," He groaned as he removed your panties, "This just means that your body wants me."

"Mig-"

"Shhh, it's going to be okay, bunny. You just lemme know when to stop and I'll stop. Can't have my sweet girl cry on me,"

You felt your hear flutter towards his words. Agreeing, you spread your legs for him, awaiting for him to sweep you away. Miguel kissed your neck as he pressed his tip against your entrance. He whispered sweet nothingness in your ear,

"I'll take good care of you, baby."

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"How does my dick feel inside your tight hole? Does my little shy girl like being fucked like a bunny in heat?"

Miguel had you on your knees, face pressed against the floorboards of the shed as he pounded your pussy roughly. He had been ravishing your throbbing hole for only five minutes and you were on the verge of losing your mind. You were a moaning mess as Miguel slapped your ass while his thick cock bruised your cervix with each thrust.

"What happened to my shy little bunny? You're being so loud now, everyone is going to hear you. Want them to know that this pussy belongs to me, baby? Huh? Is that what you want?" Miguel asked.

"Mhm~ Y-Yes!" You cried out, gasping as he slapped himself inside you rougher, "M-Miguel!"

"That's right, cum for me, baby."

Miguel groaned lowly as your pussy sucked him in more as you squirted around his cock. That beautiful white ring that formed around his dick was a sight to see. Not giving you a chance to rest, Miguel went to chase his own high. With a low, rumbling grunt, Miguel shoved himself deep, filling your womb.

You whimpered, shaking from the feeling. Miguel took a moment to catch his breathe before pulling out and fixing his clothes. He grabbed your panties, stuffing them in his pocket before fixing your skirt and picking you up. He checked outside the side, sighing in relief since everyone was still inside.

"Let me take you home. Can't leave my girl like this, can I?" He hummed.

You nuzzled your head against his chest, quietly agreeing with him. Once Miguel arrived at his apartment, he took you into the shower with him. He made sure to carefully wash each part of your body, enjoying your reaction and expressions. You were putty in the palm of his hands.

"Miguel?" You hummed lowly as he dried you.

"Yes?"

"I think we should have more...private lessons together...Y-You know...T-To help me..." You stuttered, ignoring his smirk. Miguel pecked your lips, moving your hands away,

"You didn't have to ask."

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Waaaaaaaa, I hope you liked it! Sorry I was so late with this response again!!!

[gassyandnasty]

The Jock Formula - Part 2.0

JOINING THE FRAT: THE HAZING CEREMONY

Josh and his friends invited me to their frat. I've never been to one, people say that some are pretty chill and others are dangerous, but regardless of that, I don't belong in the chemistry lab anymore.

So I packed my things and went to the adress they gave me. It was night already, the place was pretty loomy, and the house was all dark. I wonder if they forgot about inviting me. But I knocked anyways.

Knock

"Come in" a group of guys say ominously, as if they were expecting me behind the door. It was open, so I came in.

The hall was lit only by candles, as I saw a lot of shadowy and BIG figures all over the place, but three stood in front of me.

"Welcome to your hazing ceremony, Drew." Josh starts.

"The tasks will decide if you stay with us or not." Sal completes

"If you are a true jock, or an eternal nerd." finishes Jongho.

They were looking at me dead in the eye while all of this scene sent chills up my spine. All broke down when Sal started to laugh, and the other boys followed.

"Dude, you almost pissed yourself!" Sal mocks, and patting my back.

"This never gets old!" Jongho says in a laughing fit, high-fiving some other guys in the back.

"So... this dark hazing ceremony is a joke, right?" I try to break the ice.

"As much this scene was a joke, the hazing is real, pledge." Josh says, like a boss.

_________________________________________

They said the first task would be easy, as I was led to the kitchen, being met with a table STACKED with hot dogs.

"Sit, buddy" Jongho says on the other side of the table. He was a pretty big and buff guy, I mean, all of them were, but he was specially bulky, and I was about to find out why...

"To stay here, you have to beat the CHAMP!" Jongho said as he punched his pecs like a gorilla, as all of the guys howlered and chanted his name.

"This task is simple as I like things to be, who eats the most hot dogs, win." Jongho said, as Josh rang a bell and he started to DEVOUR the hot dogs. This dude was like a monster, I swear I saw him eating two with just one bite. I was a scrawny guy, like... yesterday? I was satisfied with a BigMac, how on earth could I beat him?

I knew that competitive eaters used a technique to swallow the most they could storage, so they wouldn't get sick. Something like flexing abdominal muscles, or your jaw... but then I rememberd...

Fuck this nerd bullshit.

And went FERAL on the hot dogs.

I can only describe flashes of this deed. Sausages everywhere, desperately looking for a cup of water, Jongho was chewing so loud it looked like a dog, and when I noticed, my belly was full, and the table was empty.

UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPP!!

The end of the match was announced by Jongho filling the room like a dragon with a MONSTRUOUS belch. I looked around, and all of the guys were shocked, even Josh.

"Easy, haha" Jongho said, taking his shirt off. His muscles gave space to the food, so when the pat his belly, it jiggled.

I was a little drowzy. I only remembered eating the most I could, then I felt a hand on my back.

"Are you alright, dude?" Josh asked.

"How... many?" I asked, with my belly full.

"Did you think we were counting? That was wild! One of the best eating matches this frat ever saw, right guys?" Josh announced, and everyone howlered with him, chanting my name and Jongho's.

Jongho got up and approached me. "This dude was the only worthy opponent I met. I declare Drew VICTORIOUS!" Jongho lifted my arm in celebration, and all of that force dislodged the gas that was dying to explode out of me.

BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPP!!

That felt so good. And what was even better? Hearing all of the frat chating my name.

But there were still two tasks...

_________________________________________

I went to another room that was dark and already stinky.

"Yo, we are up next. Congrats haha never saw anyone eating like Jongho." Says Sal. He was sat having some snacks on a table. He was one of the guys I heard most of. Many girls and boys swoon over him. When I got up close, I grimaced: onions, anchovies, milk, beans, and the list went on with the most unpleasant food you could think of.

"Sit." He says, while eating an entire can of anchovies. "This is the nasty gas challenge. We have to eat the most disgusting food and see the one who brews the worst gas out of it."

I was skeptical of this. My nerd brain thought that was impossible, but that stink was already making me pass out, and I heard that their gas was really disgusting, imagine with all of this, it would be- UUUuuuUURRPPP

A wave of a DISGUSTING belch hits me. "Haha, wake up! Didnt you hear what I said? You have to eat this." Sal says, blowing the stench on me.

*COUGH* COUGH* "Okay... I was just thinking..." I was about to say when he slapped me.

"Think less." Said Sal sternly. And I couldn't agree more. I was only able to eat all of those hot-dogs when I stopped to racionalize the situation.

I did it. Mixed beans with anchovies, ate it all down with a glass of milk. It felt bad, but it felt wild too.

"Good haha you learn fast, fella. Now we have to put it to test." He says, patting my back.

"Test?" I ask.

"You didn't think I was going to judge, right?" Sal claps his hands in a signal, while I hear a bunch of guys coming upstairs.

"LET GO OF ME! YOU JERKS!" I hear some whining too.

The guys break down in the room bringing a whimp in their arms. They put him in a chair and tie him down.

"So, this little fella right here was caught spying on us. Trying to take pictures, a total perv!" Sal says, while took some polaroid out of this guy's pockets and showed a bunch of pictures of their windows, focusing of their butts, muscles.

"IT'S NOT FOR ME... I... I WAS GOING TO SELL..." he was about to say when Sal interrupted.

"So... this perv is going to be the judge pf tonight's nasty gas challenge!" Sal exclaims as this guy watch in horror.

"So, would you do the honors, Drew?" Sal challenged me.

And yeah, that disgusting meal and all of the hot dogs were doing a number on my stomach... poor little perv.

I bent over so we were face to face, I only patted my belly and let it rip.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRPP

This one felt specially good, as it rumbled deep within the depths of my stomach. What was even better? Watching this perv cry and gag by the smell. Lucky it wasn't on my face.

*COUGH* *COUGH*

All of the guys laughed, mocking the perv as he had to endure my gas.

"Good one." Said Sal. "Now watch the boss." Sal took my place in front of him and started to swallow air. He swallowed very deep, and forced out a NASTY ROAR on this guy's face:

BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUOOOOOOOOOOO9OOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!

I swear I could even see this guy's hair blowing, as he GAGGED on this cloud of gas. Sal finished by blowing the nasty bits on his face and grabbing the guys head.

"Take a big whiff of that you little perv." He said with a smirk while the guy gagged in his hands.

"Wow, you are totally owning him!" I say in admiration. It's nice to see that whimp be put in place.

"That's how you gotta do, Drew. No mercy, c'mon!" Sal says, patting my back.

I had to do something bold. My guys were starting to stir up, so I had an idea. I picked some of the pictures the guy was carrying and held one that was showcasing a guy's pecs and pits. I took my shirt off and I could catch the guy thirstily looking at my muscles. He was really a perv.

"So, taking pictures only? Why don't you get a taste of those up close?" I mock, grabbing the guy's head and burrying on my pits. The smell was unbearable, almost as bad as my gas, cause I saw the guy trying to get free.

"LET ME GO!" He screams into my pits while I rub all of my sweat on his face. I wouldn't let this guy go this easily.

"Let go? Oh, I will let something go!" I taunt him as I pick him off my pits, and when he thinks he will take a breath of fresh air...

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPP!!

Damn right, that was so nasty. He took it all right on his face, all the stink, even the bits of food leaving my mouth because of the force of the gas. This guy was in true hell.

"HAHAHAHAHAHA" All of the guys boomed in laughter, I think they liked my display of dominance. With a glimpse, I catched Sal winking to Josh in approval.

*COUGH* *COUGH* *COUGH*

"YOU GUYS... *COUGH* ARE GONNA PAY FOR IT!" The whimp tries to say while he gags on my stink.

I see Sal doing the same as me and picked the first picture he could find. "Oh, look at this!" He showcased the picture to everyone. "It's my ass!" They all laughed. "Nice pic, perv, since you wanted to see it so bad, I'll let you have a nice cheekful of my buns." Sal said, teasing. He indeed had a very nice ass, toned, round and bubbly, almost eating his shorts.

Sal turned around and bent over the perv's face.

"NO! NO! NO! I know what you are going to do, please! I won't do this anymore!" The perv begs, while Sal's huge cheeks are only an inch of his face.

"Do you know what I'm going to do? But I was only showing you the ass you wanted to see so bad..." Sal smirks. "Take a look on it... I know you want to..." Sal jiggles his ass a little, and the perv is almost hypnotized by it. "Bury your face in it..." Sal says, and he does it.

All of the guys grimace as the perv goes face-first on Sal's ass, and with a smirk, he says:

"I guess you really knew what I was going to do, perv." Sal says, grabbing the back of his head and really making he go deep in it.

"NO-" The perv was about to say, but it was a really bad idea to open his mouth...

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!

The deepest, loudest and nastiest fart I've ever heard. Sal was red for forcing it, scrunching his face to get all of the stink out. And it was a LOT, of stink. Some guys opened the window and others even ran. When Sal was finished, he

"Aaaah, enjoy that, perv" he sighs in relief as he gets up. The little guy's situation wasn't good. His face was sweaty and squashed as he passed out, and his eyebrows were gone by the brunt of the gas, Sal completely destroyed this guy. Sal looked behind and laughed: "Oops."

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" that ensured laughter from all the room. Josh, Sal and Jongho approached me where the air was fresh.

"Very good." Sal says.

"Good? That was AWESOME!" I answer in enthusiasm. "But... I didn't win."

"Don't worry, you captured the spirit and put that creep on his place. That will make you as good as we are. For me, you are in, but Josh gets the next task. Haha, try not to die." Sal says proud of me, leaving chills up my spine.

________________________________________

They said I should be careful, but I don't think there is any challenge I couldn't beat at this point. But there was he, Josh was waiting me outside the house in his car. I don't know much about those but it looks expensive. He really got it all, all the girls, the looks, the frat, the team, this car, a total bastard. How I wanted to be like him.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"To your final task." He answered.

It was late at night in a stranger car, he was certainly up to no good, but I kept quiety all the way. He was taking a familiar path, if I'm not mistaken... to the local library.

"Library? You know I don't fear math like you guys do, right?" I ask.

"That's what we'll see, ex-nerd. Stop making questions and follow me." He answered sharply.

I followed, and we came in. It was totally empty, only a few lights on, I don't even know how he had access to that.

"Now hear me out. There's your nerdy friend, if you can bully him, you're one of us. If not, I will take care of you both." Josh threatens.

I pondered. George was really my friend, and I'm finally like this because of him. But all I wanted was this power, force, can't go soft now, I have to-

WHACK

"Ouch, what was that for?" I ask Josh as he smacks my head.

"Stop thinking, will you go or not?"

I just make my head tall again, and approach that poor nerd.

"Want some studying tips?" I smack my hand on his table and have a seat.

He gasps. "Andrew... so you're one of them now. After betraying me. Never thought you were this jerk. What are you hear for? Flaunt your muscles?"

"Actually..." I take my shirt off and start bouncing my pecs, display my huge biceps, and my ripped abs. "And I got more..." I turn around and showcase my back and blades. I can hear Josh laughing from afar, as George is pissed in front of me.

"That formula was only for making you muscular, not idiot! Stop that!" George snaps. "What now? Wet willies? Wedgies? Stinkfaces? Youre a dissap-"

"Since you are asking for it..." I say as I drench my finger in saliva and rub it deep in his ear.

"DISGUSTING!" He grimaces as he has to suffer from my wet willy. I had enough of George's drama. Gosh, now I understand why they bully these nerds. They are so annoying!

"STOP!" He complained.

"Hmm, wet willy... check. So next, you were saying wedgies, right? Now here we go!" I say as I yank his underwear up with full force.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!" He SCREAMS in pain as his underwear is snatching his parts down there.

"I WILL GET MY REVENGE ANDREW! I WILL FIND A WAY TO TRANSFORM YOU BACK!" He threats. He can try haha.

I drop him on the ground and he catches his breath, red from all the pain.

"By the way, it's Drew now, nerd." I turn around and bend over. Those hot dogs and that food are still making a number on my stomach, and since he asked for a stinkface...

"Incoming..." I grab the back of his head and bury into my butt. I can feel my cheeks molding over his face, and his screams are muffled by my now fat ass. This is the life. I grunt and push, and then... boom.

PBPBPBPBPPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

I force out a CRUEL fart right on his face. It rumbled and echoed through the halls for a long time, and I held his head so he could get the most stink out of it.

"Aaaaah, get a taste of your formula, George, thanks." I mock as I leave him gagging there.

"Am I in?" I approach Josh as he was proudly watching everything.

"Welcome to the frat, Drew!"

[steinbit]

it was soooo good omggg i had SUCH a great time!! !

sløtface tonight!! 🤸✨

[candyquokka]

: ̗̀➛together | poly! minho x reader x hyunjin

pairing: lee minho x reader x hwang hyunjin

word count: 1.2k

genre: college au, humor, eventual smut, slight angst, best friend!lee know and hyunjin, best friends to lovers, first time writing a poly but lets see how this goes lol

MINORS DNI.

Series summary:

Y/n, Minho and Hyunjin have been best friends for most of their life. But throw in college, complex and new emotions and a rowdy friendgroup- things are bound to take a turn.

(this is going to be a series, and I'll try to update frequently if i have motivation haha. Please give me feedback and comment on the post to be added to a taglist!)

PROLOGUE -> PART 1

chapter summary: just a view of their life before college

warnings: none

It had always been Hyunjin, Y/n, and Minho. The holy trio, never separated. They had been neighbors since birth, so it was only natural they would run into each other. Y/n had been playing in the sandpit when she was five, and a bully had come over and kicked her. Minho and Hyunjin, playing somewhere else, had seen this happen, and rushed to protect Y/n from the bully. And so developed the beautiful happening we call friendship.

Middle school was the generic nightmare: awkward phases, new complex feelings, bitchy teachers. High school wasn't better, but they could manage. Currently the three of them were hanging out at a cafe afterschool.

"Gosh, Hyunjin, you didn't have to be so harsh with her. Its the last day of the school year for goodness sake, you could've politely declined."

"She shoved a chocolate box in my face! What was I supposed to do, not smack a foreign object that could possibly poke my eye out?"

Minho grinned as he watched the banter between them, too entertained to intervene.

"Uh, yeah? Poor girl was shaking, you dumbass."

"What the- I'm the dumbass? I- yah, you're the one who almost fell on your ass when you backed away like an animal from that one guy who confessed to you like a week ag-mmmf-" Hyunjin was interrupted by a bundle of tissues in his mouth, fighting against Y/n.

"Someone confessed to your sorry ass?" Minho flat out shrieked, and Y/n lunged across the table to possibly shove tissues into his mouth too and-

"Welcome to cafe Miroh, what can I get for you guys today?"

A disgruntled Y/n sat back in her seat as Minho and Hyunjin both snickered. Minho ordered everything for them, and they settled back in their seats.

"So are you guys ready to get your summer glow ups?" Y/n said after taking a sip of her milkshake. "Nah, I'm already pretty. You two definitely need one though." Hyunjin mumbles, wincing as Y/n slaps his head and Minho kicks his leg from under the table. 

Minho chuckles. "Not gonna lie, Y/n, you're gonna need to ditch the whole nerd look and try something called 'being a little more social and having more than two friends'. Next years our last year, you can't be a loser."

Y/n gasps. "Why are the two of you attacking me, huh? You guys are just salty. I'm going to Paris for like the whole 2 months of summer holidays and you're not." She sticks out her tongue, and Minho takes this as an opportunity to steal a fry off her plate.

"Yeah, but that means we can't have our annual sleepover on the night before school!" Hyunjin whines and flops on his seat dramatically.

"Oh hush you dramatic baby." Y/n flicks his forehead before patting his head, and Hyunjin nuzzles into Y/n's neck, and earns judgemental stares from Minho.

"You two are disgusting, you know that?" Minho scrunches his face in disgust.

Y/n flips him off and throws a fry at him while Hyunjin blows him a kiss before leaning over the table to hold his hands. "We both know you secretly enjoy cuddles too, Minnie."

"YAH GET YOUR ZESTY HANDS OFF ME."

Breathless. That was one word to describe what Minho and Hyunjin were feeling as they waited outside her house, watching her wave at them before walking and hugging both of them. The strong grip around their necks broke them out of their stupor, and she pulled away. 

“Oh my god, I missed you guys so much! How have you both been?” Y/n giggled. Minho shook his head before flicking her forehead. “Y/nnie, did you shapeshift or something? You look even uglier!” Y/n’s face dropped as she shoved Minho away, locking arms with Hyunjin and speed walking. “Fine, I’ll just stay with Jinnie here and you can be a loner the whole year.” 

Hyunjin places a hand over his chest. “Woah, Y/nnie, how could I imagine being graced with such beauty!” Y/n smiles and rolls her eyes, Minho ruffling her hair as she mutters. “Gosh, did you two take supplements or something? Why are you two suddenly so much taller?”

Y/n’s apparently late ‘face and body developments’ did not go ignored in the school. Walking in the hallways, Y/n was oblivious to the many double takes people were doing to her. As the three entered their classroom, they saw two empty desks, one behind the other near the back. “Dibs the back desk!” Minho and Hyunjin both shouted, rushing to the back and leaving a surprised Y/n near the entrance. She sent them an annoyed glare before sitting on the desk in front of them. 

Minho leans forward and taps her shoulder. “Guess you’re the loner again, Y/n.” He dodges the flick aimed for his forehead and leans back in his seat, Hyunjin giggling at the exchange. But his face slowly turns into a look of confusion as another guy with dark-blue dyed hair enters the room, his unfamiliar face turning heads as he slowly makes his way to the only empty seat in the classroom: next to Y/n.

“H-hey, could I um- could i sit here? It's the only empty seat-” Y/n smiles and nods, turning around to meet Minho’s eyes and flick her long black hair in a victorious gesture over her shoulder. “Are you new? I’m Y/n.”

The boy stammers, clearly being anxious. “Uh, I-I’m Jisung, H-Han Jisung. Yeah, I’m uh, I’m new. It's nice to meet you, umm, Y/n.” He cautiously smiles. Y/n grins and turns around. “This is Hyunjin, he’s a drama queen and you don’t need to bother with him. This is Minho. He acts like he’s got a stick up his ass half the time. You don’t need to bother with him either. Do you wanna sit with us for lunch?” 

Halfway into the year and Y/n had already rejected a dozen confessions. “These boys may not be it, but damn these chocolates taste fucking delicious.” Hyunjin groans as he bites into one, falling back against his bed as the four of them hung out at Hyunjin’s house. Han Jisung was someone who warmed up quite quickly to the three of them, and constantly broke into their personal space, even Minhos. Currently he was clinging onto Minho like a kuala, whose legs were sprawled over Y/n's lap on the bed.

“S’not my fault I don’t like them. Ugh, I feel so bad rejecting them. Should I just accept one and see where it goes?”

“NO!” The three boys cry out, shocking Y/n. “I need to get new friends, you’re all gonna keep me bitchless.” She rolls her eyes. 

“Better bitchless than a broken heart.” Hyunjin voice is muffled from chocolate.

“Shut up you fatass”

“I’m not a fatass Dicksung”

“...”

“DID YOU CALL ME A FUCKING DICKSUNG?? WHAT THE FUCK IS A DICKSUNG YOU FUCKING DRAMATIC BITCH.”

 Jisung’s outburst shocks everyone as he lunges at Hyunjin, Y/n and Minho grabbing each other from laughing so much. Suddenly the door slams open as Yeji, Hyunjin’s scary younger sister, stands in the doorway, breathing heavily. Y/n has the shame to smile apologetically as Minho is still wheezing on the bed, and Jisung slowly looks up at Yeji, before quietly getting off Hyunjin and cautiously hides behind Minho. Yeji smiles at Y/n before leaving the room.

“Your sister is so scary, Jinnie. Shes way cooler than you”

“Shut the fuck up Minho.”

[gassydumbjocks]

Stupid Like A Jock

"Wait, wait, bros, I have a big one..." PPPPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRTTTT

After that Adam could only hear that characteristic noise that echoed in his ears and made him roll his eyes feeling nauseous.

"Will they never stop being animals?" He said to himself, as he tried to change into his normal clothes and run away from the locker room as quickly as possible.

Saying the last few days have been hell for Adam is an understatement (not that the rest of days weren't, a pale scrawny nerd like him was the lower class in the hierarchy). especially since all the guys in his class seemed to be starting to take an interest in being part of the football school team, turning into one of those dumb jocks.

Each day that passed, Adam swear he could see a new boy with a varsity jacket, a backward cap, and that dumb laughs and slangs those idiots used, "Bro" and "Dude" being some of the poor few words they would use.

But that wasn't all, as He could tell, the worse was the gym class and locker room time, those places were like punishment for him, surrounded by big animal brutes, bulking, flexing, burping and farting on each others like pigs after they drank those nasty protein shakes.

As he walked out, some bros seemed to notice him, and called him out "Broo, where you going lil dude?" Parker, Quarterback player and leader of this oafs pack smirked and pointed him with a dumb and almost childish look walking to him.

You could say Adam was shorter not just from Parker, if not every boy in that room, reason that made him fear becoming a target for them to tease and torture for their own fun.

"Eh, i-i was just heading out to next class" he stuttered, feeling the stinky B.O. of the jock approaching him, making his best not to gag.

"Haha, nothin' of that bro, you gotta start bonding with real men more, those books and smarts makes you no good" Suddenly, Adam felt two of the other jocks holding each of his arms, Both of them making dumb laughs and obliging him to get just some steps from the alpha athlete.

"No! Let me go! You animals!" He Panicked trying to get them off, just to recieve a Belch from one of them in his face "EWWWWWWW!!!!"

"Give me that shit" Parker ordered one of his sidekick friends, and then he handed him a syringe with a very strange and dubious origin substance, before inyect him in his neck.

"AUUUCH" Adam cried, once the syringe was gone, they got him free, and he rubbed the affected zone "You are a bunch of... BOOOOOOOUUUURRRRRPPP!" A deep hearty belch with an almost animalistic sound came from his gut, he covered his mouth.

"What in the hell did you do to me?!" he asked, and after some seconds, a loud rumble sounded in his stomach, he put his hands in his gut and grunted for the pain.

PPPPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRTTTTTTTT!

It only made him more embarrased, he tried to cover his ass then, but something felt different, as if his body was being all invaded by something that ran over all his muscles.

"Now bro, this will make you fart and burp all your brains out, you'll be a straigh alpha dude!" Parker announced and all the other Jocks there yelled celebrating in unison.

"NO!" Adam made his best to talk "I wont! -UUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRP! Be a stinky-BUUUUUUUURRRPPPPP!!! Ape like all of you!...

PPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTT

The stinky air formed around Adam, as he all of a sudden let a dumb laugh, like the ones he hated so much from those guys, inhaling the putrid air of his gas, and smiling "Uhh dude, i feel bloated" He said dumbly.

"Its all that protein and tacos you had in lunch bro!, uff, man you gotta quite mexican for a while" He mocked wafting the air with a smirk, patting his back "We have a newbie, boys" He said, and lead Adam out to room, where they would go with the Coach office to inform the new recruit for the school team.

...

After two days, Adam was changing his clothes in the lockerroom, as he drank a bottle full of Protein to prepare for his bulk up session, belching after finishing up the bottle.

He got to the gym with the rest of his team, and fist bump with all his dudes, expect Parker, instead he letted a fat beefy belch rip to him and Parker did the same as they blowed it to both their faces after laughing hard.

[sorebelflower]

bowers gang headcannons (bored and delirious save me)

patrick would be constantly asking the rest of the gang if he was “deer” or “frog” pretty? (he was siren pretty, we all know this. sharp features, light eyes, dark hair, pale skin)

^ he’s like megan fox in jennifers body if she ate animals instead of boys

this will be more modern leaning i fear because im just a girl and wasnt born in the 80s

henry would probably make redneck tiktoks and post those stupid gun videos where its like “TESTING OUT MY NEW GUN I GOT FOR MY BDAY!!!”

^ only 3 likes (pat, belch, and vic)

henry would also cyberbully and make the most RANCID instagram reels comments ever

belch and vic accidentally joined a furry discord server and got kind of attached so they invited pat (since he is furry adjacent considering the animal thing) and made bad art of their fursonas

^ pat is a wolf demon hybrid, vic is a squirrel who collects lost items and sells them for acorns, and belch is an alligator cuz he got that florida man energy

^ henry would call them names for it, but he is secretly on an alt acc and joined the discord. his fursona would be a bear who makes leaf jewelry

patrick joined in an adam driver look-alike contest because his friends paid him with free wendys and a new lighter (his old one broke because he threw it at a wall)

^ he got second place (cried about it)

victor is unironically a slytherin and hates posting about it because people keep calling him draco malfoy

belch likes arbys

henry probably goes to baskin robins just to use their air conditioner (cant afford the ice cream but tries a million free samples)

^ one time he brought patrick because haha why not and pat waited until the cashier left and stole the entire tub of ice cream. they left and forgot that he was lactose intolerant (ouchies)

vic hates mosquitos and has a bug zapper in his bedroom

^ he says its for cool lighting to the gang, but thats just a bonus

patrick used to take singing lessons because he thought instruments were for nerds and picked choir over band before doing other extracurriculars (rocks at karaoke night)

every time someone mentions roblox, they all perk up and immediately get their phones out to play together

idc patrick is trendsetter in dti and everybody makes fun of him for it (he wants to impress the huzz)

belch actually prefers to be called reggie but everytime the gang does, they call him reggie veggie and he HATES it

[d3m0nicdream]

Prom Night: Colby Brock (Part 1)

**Colby Brock Prom AU Poll Winner**

Colby Brock x fem!reader - a budding story about two people believed to be very unavailable to anyone, until they set their sights on eachother.

Part 2 is now up:

Part 2

tags: Slowish-burn, multi-parts, POVs will change in each part, I'll put tags on each part as they get posted. (there will be smut in later parts)

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There is a difference between being well known and being popular. Y/N was both but Colby Brock was well known.

Y/N was a popular girl in high school. She wasn’t mean to people, she talked to pretty much everyone and she had pretty good grades all in all. Everyone knew her and everyone liked her. Especially the boys, but she would never accept anyone's proposal for dates or hang outs. It frustrated the majority of the male population but they weren't mad per say. They saw it as more of a competition against each other. If you could bag Y/N for just a hangout session, you would be a legend. So of course, Y/N had a lot of the male attention.

Colby Brock. He was a funny guy, he was also known throughout the school. He was nice to everyone, talked to everybody like they were friends, no matter who you were. His stunning dark hair and blue eye combo had all the girls fiendish over him and he would hear them out but politely decline.

While sitting and watching the football players practice, an event she was invited to by the entire football team. Y/N and her best friend Kat sit on the bleachers and witness the calamity that is their football team. Truthfully she felt more like a distraction than anything so with that she yells to the team.

“Hey, I going to head to study hall guys, good luck!” She waves and they all wave back, telling her to drop by again sometime which would not be happening unbeknownst to them. Her and Kat walk down the track but her eyes wander to the marching band, setting up for a football game performance.

"Hey Kat? Is that Colby Brock?" She points to the dark haired boy setting up his clarinet, him oblivious to her presence.

"Yeah, he's a band nerd haha. What a loser." Kat scoffs and rolls her eyes.

"What's wrong with being in the marching band?" Y/N quizzes as she stares at the group and their instruments, she had always wanted to learn how to play an instrument but never had time for it.

"Uh. Only nerds are in band, Y/N. Come on. Haven't you seen like any high school movie ever? Why are we staring at them. We need to go to study hall." She glares at the group and then walks away. Y/N jogs to catch up. She doesn't go unnoticed because there were two boys watching her, one being Colby Brock.

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"I don't know dude. it definitely looked like she was staring at you. Could you imagine?" Sam pipes up smacking Colby in the arm.

"My best friend bagging the legendary Y/N. That would be crazy!" Sam beams.

"Yeah, hence I'm not doing it." Colby goes back to packing up his instrument. He thought it was so ridiculous. Sure she was pretty but every dude was fawning over her. He would probably be murdered by someone to get to her, he believed people were that crazy.

"Hey, you think her friend Kat would go out with me?"

"Doubt it. She seems bitchy. I don't get how they are friends." Colby heads to his dreaded 4th period class where he's forced to watch people make fools of themselves for Y/N. It was quite painful to witness if he was being honest. As he's walking, he overhears what sounds like a threat by someone to his left. He sees Y/N being pressed up against a wall by some football douche with no escape.

"Sam, follow me." Colby walks up behind the guy, grabbing his shoulder.

"Damn, out here trying to bag Y/N?" Colby smirks.

"I wouldn't hold my breath buddy." Colby whispers in the kids ear while patting his back.

"Back the fuck off. She was just about to tell me she was going to see later. Right, Doll?" He smirks at Y/N like shes a meal and it doesn't sit well with Colby at all. He looks at Sam and he nods over to her. Sam understands him without a word being spoken. Colby grabs the dudes shoulders and yanks him around, pushing him out into the hall where he stumbles and falls to the ground. Colby towering over him while Sam slides by and grabs Y/N to move her out of the way.

"You better get going, class starts soon and you probably shouldn't miss it." Colby winks.

"This is not how you play the game, Colby."

"Oh buddy, I'm not even playing." He waves the guy off. He gets up and mumbles a 'fuck you' to Colby before heading down the hall. He turns and heads to Sam.

"Hey, uh. Thanks for that. Usually I can handle them but he was... persistent." Y/N speaks up immediately as Colby walks up. He waves at her.

"It's all good. We need to get to class though." All three walk to their class together and make it just before the bell. The rest of class, the room is buzzing about them all showing up together.

After class, Colby and Sam leave to meet up with Jake and Corey but they end up finding them first.

"Dude. You seriously got into a fight with Brent Snider? That's ballsy." Corey grabs Colby by the shoulders, playfully shaking him. Colby smiles at his friends actions.

"It wasn't that big of a deal. I was just helping someone."

"That someone being Y/N!" Jake flashes his screen at Corey and the boys. Corey's jaw drops.

"Dude. What the fuck. I thought you weren't in the game?" Corey stares at him wide eyed.

"I'm NOT. Look, he had her pinned to a wall, what was I supposed to do? Leave her there?" Colby rolls his eyes.

"I'm going home. I'll see you guys later." Colby pushes through everyone and they look at each other.

"COLBY! WAIT FOR US, DUDE!" Jake yells and runs after him, the others in tow. On the other side of the school, another conversation was being had between Y/N and Kat.

"Seriously! If Colby wasn't there, Brent would have done something to me, dude." Y/N shudders as she goes on about what happened to her to Kat. That was one thing she was afraid of when it came to the guys and this 'game' as they call it. She almost wishes she had someone like Colby around to ward them off. They walk towards the parking lot to their cars.

"Well, I'm glad you are safe. that sounds really scary. Hey.. Was Sam there with him?" Kat asks nonchalantly, avoiding eye contact with her friend who is clearly staring daggers into her.

"Sam Golbach? Yeah, he pulled me out of the corner while Colby was doing his thing. Why?" Y/N could read Kat like a book.

"Oh, uh. no reason. Let's go."

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:)))) thanks for the love &lt;3

Part 2

[mulders-too-large-shirt]

s6 episode 15 "arcadia" thoughts

hehehe… i’m looking forward to this one. i've seen some screenshots.

giggling and kicking my feet.

okay. let me center myself.

i woke up early so i could edit my notes for yesterday’s episode and watch this one today. i will make the most of my weekends, let it be known!

so! let us see where this brings us. i’m in the mood for spooky and sweet. which s6 has been pretty good at delivering so far. with a few headache-inducing moments to balance it out.

post-episode thoughts: nods in approval. haha... YES! YEAH!!!!!!! i have so many thoughts, but i just feel like that meme of the dude looking in through the window! HAHA!!!!! YEAH!

and the next episode has an evil dog! woohoo!! yeah!!! let’s go!!!

okay!!! i need to lock in. 

we begin in california. it seems quite beautiful. a gated community!! that requires a code!!! when you enter the code, it knows who you are and announces it, which i think is creepy. 

far too many waving and smiling neighbors watering the california grass. girl. the forest fires…

mr. kline gets his mail, and paint on his hands as his neighbor painted his mailbox. 

LMAO mr. kline is FURIOUS the neighbor painted the mailbox LMAOOOOO. and i would be too! but there is a weird package on the floor…..

rip it open, mr. kline. but please be careful. i’m suspicious. there might be razors in there!!! it’s... a little thingy of a guy chopping wood!!!

(the proper term is later revealed to be a "whirligig"- isn't that extraordinary?)

mrs. kline declares the neighbors would hate it, and so it goes on display. 

it makes a tapping noise, but it stops at night. and they hear the floorboards creaking……

mr. kline gets a trophy to bash someone over the head with. not sure that is the most effective weapon. at least get a bat.

and it’s so dark!! curse you, season 6! why is there liquid on the floor?!!!

something comes up behind him and he screams!!! it looks like a dude made out of… like, bees or something?

mrs. kline hears his screams and cowers in bed!! but the mystery thing gets her, too!! with a terrible scream!!!

intro time…

ooooo, looks like we have a beast. of some sort. a man-beast. not bigfoot. but maybe a cousin. i mean, it LOOKED like it was made of bugs, but it was really dark and hard to tell. so who knows?

full intro... you are my best friend!!!

okay, so 7 months have passed since… whatever went down with the klines. and now a neighbor has a gift for the new residents! the petries. 

LMAOOOOO MULDER WITH HIS JACKET WRAPPED AROUND HIS NECK, CALLING SCULLY “HONEY”…. “is this place us or what?!” <-i’m giggling already

it is not them. it is so not them. 

LMAO they have to use fake names. rob and laura petrie. scully has not said a word so far, but the giant gift basket has been thrust into her arms.

i wonder if the strategy is to let him do most of the talking since she can have some… difficulty lying. but! sometimes she can pull it off!! maybe she just needs to get really in character to do so!

"WE PRONOUNCE IT PEE-TREE ACTUALLY" "LIKE THE DISH" LMAOOOO!!!!!!! FUCKING NERDS……

hey guys. what’s going on here? i’ve been here for 3 minutes. am i imagining this?

the lady who is presenting scully with the giant gift basket is pat. and she tells them that they will not make the 6 o clock cut off!! all move-ins are required to be completed by 6. girl. what kind of rule is that?

HE SAYS HE WORKS MOSTLY AT HOME WHICH IS GOOD FOR LAURA BECAUSE “SHE GETS ME ALL TO HERSELF” (pulls her in for the side hug) LMFAOOOOOO stop. oh lord. 

i’m gonna need so many minutes. 

they’re clearly trying to sniff out information on the previous owners- scully wants to send a thank you note to them for leaving the place SO clean- but pat gets uncomfortable and changes the subject. oh! something weird is going on here!!!!! deeply so!!

LMAOOOO THE WAY SCULLY STIFFENS UP AND LOWKEY SHOVES MULDER OFF OF HER WHEN PAT LEAVES...........

she said do NOT get used to that, buddy!

(this is actually so funny to me. because. like. we KNOW they have feelings for each other. but scully does not feel comfortable performing that. and why do you think this is? because it feels so forced? they seem like pretty touchy people in general, but maybe she does NOT want to be touchy in that way? maybe she is anti-PDA. or maybe she is anti-inauthentic PDA.

we don't really ever see her in a committed relationship to know how she feel when it comes to domestic sidehugs. maybe she is firmly against them.

maybe she thinks he's playing a joke on her and she doesn't want to be a part of that. maybe she thinks he's taking advantage of their circumstances to indulge in his own crush, and she doesn't want to process that when there is crime to solve. maybe she thinks it's making a mockery of whatever it is they do have between them. turn it around in your brain and pick the most exciting option to headcanon!)

((but really, it's reminding me of this time i was a teenager, and i had a hopelessly unrequited crush on someone who was really cool and beautiful. and a mutual friend made a joke about how we should kiss. so i feigned disgust. "eww!", i said, "i do NOT want to do that!" <-reader, i was lying. and i feel great solidarity with scully))

the whole town is here to move them in by 6. including the neighbor who previously was painting the mailbox for the klines!! his name is win. 

i would not want all these people in my house. who are they trying to please by getting everything done by 6?!

does the beast eat the people that break the rules? is that why they ate the klines? because of their lumberjack accessory??

a neighbor knocks over the box labeled “china”!!! that scully wanted to carry herself!!! he says he is so sorry. there is great distress upon her face. this dude is named mike. he is immediately my suspect for no real reason other than we got his name early on.

cami, win’s wife, helps her haul the china in. which i don’t believe is actually china at all.

mulder wants to bring a basketball hoop, but win says this is NOT ALLOWED!! unless he can get special permission from mr. gogolak, the president of the HOA. but until then… it must go in the garage.

it's cruel to deny this man his basketball.

(giggling at the mental image... did they have any sort of background on this case that nonconformity would lead to being eaten, or was mulder told he had to do an undercover gig and he said "skinner, i am NOT doing this without a basketball hoop"... fun to imagine)

mulder’s jacket that was previously stored around his neck and his polo both have the crocodile logo. hold on. i have to google something.

it is a brand called lacoste. a luxury sportswear line! okay. so this is fancy and suburban. kinda ralph lauren adjacent? or maybe more tommy hilfiger? i don’t know the brand lore. he’s rich and he’s trendy in a way that blends right into suburbia. i’m picking up what is being put down. pink polo man. 

ah, you never know how much you appreciate a man's trusty leather jacket until it has been taken from you

right at 6, all of the neighbors leave.

they wave goodbye. “oh yeah, nothing weird going on around here” <-LMAOOOO

“hey, oooh, wait a minute, you didn’t let me carry you over the threshold” he says to scully as they walk inside. and he is having too much fun with this.

she takes off her jacket and asks if he’s ready- “let’s get it on, honey” (JAIL FOR THAT ONE!) and she hands him some rubber gloves with a grin. LMAO. 

okay, she’s having fun too. don’t let her fool you. she wants to solve crime and he wants to play house. their interests align.

nooo!!! mike broke the box that had tools for “fluorescein bloodstain enhancement”! mike… my suspicions of you grow… you can’t take away scully's science toys!!!

she has a camcorder. she says it’s february 24th!!! so this happened soon after scully’s brush with death in new york?!?! like. right after she was shot and nearly killed in tithonus?!

unless we jumped ahead a year again, of course. in which case this might be taking place BEFORE the rain king, which was in the summer. 

uh… well. who knows? what a fool i am to assume that the episodes are chronological (heavy on the /s)

anyway, i need to shut up. she’s VLOGGING.

the klines were the third couple to disappear since 1991, which was when this place was built!!

her in that sweater looks so fundamentally wrong LMAO... give her a powersuit or a sweatshirt or a big old jacket, but this purple floral piece just seems incorrect!!!

back to the camcorder vlog. all of the missing people were stable professionals with no history of mental illness or discord, and it took a family member or employee to realize they were gone!!! damn… they’re def hiding something in this place. maybe a blood sacrifice? to the HOA gods??

and their cars and some items were taken from the people who vanished!!! the police had enough, so they turned to the FBI!!

given how many autopsies she has to do voice recordings for, it’s perhaps not surprising that she takes naturally to the vlog, but it is still endearing. especially when mulder interrupts. 

SKINNER ASSIGNED THEM TO THIS. oh. skinner is plotting. perhaps the very first MSR shipper.

STOP HITTING ON HER (sprays him with water when he makes a joke about the "honeymoon film")

she wants to choose the names next time, and also, she doesn’t think he’s taking this seriously. but he says he is! he just doesn’t understand why they’re on it! it’s their first case back on the x files after they were on general for so long!! but it’s not an x file!!

(i did not entirely consider the implications of the line that she "wants to choose the names next time", which implies that HE chose them out. and i can imagine this scene in great detail: him typing up their aliases and a biography for each of them before they leave, and handing her the detailed file in the car. the way her eyebrow shoots up when she turns to look at him. and he's grinning, his eyes on the road, when she asks if he really thinks she looks like a laura)

she says it’s unexplained. “what do you want? aliens? tractor beams?” LMAO

HE SAYS SHE JUST WANTS TO PLAY HOUSE!! AND WHEN HE DOES A SILLY VOICE AND TELLS HER TO MAKE HIM A SANDWICH, SHE THROWS HER GLOVES AT HIM..... LMAOOO

who is at the door??? it’s mike!! with lots of china!! he says he has more than he needs. “i just usually use one and then… wash it” yes king ❤️ that is how they work, those dishes!

he lives the next street over. and he has something i thought was a cross necklace around his neck.

but doctor scully notices it’s a caduceus! well, of course she’d know that. but would laura petrie?! is she going to blow her cover nerding out?!

he says he’s a vet. and he would be happy to examine any of their pets. but the pet better not be over 16 pounds!!!! it violates the rules!

(i know that she previously had a little dog, but i feel that scully needs a medium to large size mutt to sit on the couch with and read. and also throw lots of sticks for. i have felt this way since ice and i still do so. need to write the AU where literally everything in canon is exactly the same, but she goes home with the border collie from ice)

she says it was so kind of him to bring this china over- everyone is so neighborly, she’s unsure why the klines ever left! that was their name, right? the klines? and he says... he has to leave.

she calls to mulder and he responds with “the name… is rob” <-LMAOOOOOO 

i know his ass was staring in the mirror to get into character. thinking, "what would rob do in such a circumstance?"

i thought he was fixing a lightbulb, which would have been funny in its own right, but he found some sort of blood and muck on the ceiling fan!!! must have been a hell of an impact to get up there.

cutscene to the gogolak residence. at 7:59. pat is reporting to them on the new neighbors!!! and the others declare them to be a cute couple. well, yes!

mr. gogolak says “ladies, my compliments to the chef” and all the women leave???????

very creepy. did not enjoy this.

he asks if the “pee-trees” will play ball, and win says that he is keeping his eye on them!!

big mike suggests that perhaps they tell them. win says they don’t know if they can trust them. 

but big mike says that there are so many rules- maybe they could keep up with them better if they knew what happened if they don’t. oh. is big mike an ally to our agents?!? despite breaking the science equipment? was it perhaps a mere accident?

he says it’s the neighborly thing to do… i now have a feeling he will not make it through the episode. mr. gogolak says “godspeed”. and big mike asks to use the bathroom. gordy is sent after to make sure he finds it. 

win says he can talk big mike out of this. but gogolak says he’s a weak link, and a strong chain cannot survive without a weak link. 

you stay AWAY from my friend mike!!!

mike is watching a documentary on a tribal culture and the expulsion of outcasts. his light goes out!!! 

he runs and fixes it, wincing as he does so. but something approaches???

it looks like he’s covered in blood!!!

the beast comes, and he loudly declares that he fixed it, he fixed it!!! but this makes no difference. he is…. well. i’m not sure what the verb for what happened to him is. but a large blood splatter appears everywhere.

win sprays it down in the morning. when mulder and scully arrive!!! i was wondering if the blood would wash onto their shoes, but this possibility isn't addressed.

how was your first night? win asks. “oh it was wonderful; we just spooned up and fell asleep like little baby cats” <- JDVSJBDMSBS

i can’t tell if bro is committed to the bit, living a fantasy, or a former theatre kid DETERMINED to not fuck up their cover story. probably all three in a sick way.

the pet names are SICKENING. oh my god. 

win says mike had to leave town on business. veterinarian business, i guess. he leaves for weeks at a time. suuuuuure.

mulder wants to leave the china at mike's place, but win says he’ll take the box. oh! get him with the "aesthetically pleasing" jab, mulder.

oh no, win invites them over for dinner at 6. which sounds most unpleasant. and mulder asks who he needs to talk to get up the basketball hoop. 

that is gonna be mr. gogolak. who has some sort of statue in his home. and he consults the rule book.

THEY’RE CUDDLED UP ON HIS COUCH LMAOOOOO and mr. gogolak declares a basketball hoop is NOT ALLOWED

the sweater vest on him is CRAZY, bahahahaha!!! and scully’s wearing a sweater now that still seems wrong, but less so than that purple number before. scully grabs his hand at this very sad news of their basketball hoop-less life. see? she can roll with the punches!

it seems his house is filled with masks or sculptures or something. 

he sets the rule book down on a special stand… as if it has religious significance. hmm. a clue as to the nature of our beast?

mulder says he loves the decor; is it occidental? mr. gogolak says it’s nepalese and tibetan, actually. he goes there twice a year on business. he runs pier nine imports. he can get them a great deal on rattan furniture. INDOOR ONLY! no outdoor furniture allowed.

they nod and smile at him. 

we are now at dinner with win and cami. win shoos away a dog and asks if cami used the dolphin-safe tuna. how… progressive?

HE MAKES A JOKE ABOUT EATING DOLPHINS AND SCULLY HAS TO FAKE LAUGH WHEN THEY’RE GAGGED, LMAOOOO

win asks where they met. mulder says at a UFO conference. he says she’s a new ager!! and she’s sitting there suffering.

i once again need to see the character biographies i know he made for them. 

OH! mulder says he doesn’t think it’s true that big mike is out on business!!! he called his office!! they wanted advice on getting a dog!!!

ohhh, scully’s coming in with the kill. “do you know where he is, win?” she asks, with the most cheery expression. cami is glaring at win.

and mulder proposes that it has to be something freaky for him to lie about it like that- maybe he has a secret life. oh, they are a pretty well-oiled machine at the end of the day... occasional awkwardness aside.

win assures them that their gated community does NOT have a dark underbelly as mulder had proposed. mulder sips his wine. interesting. i wonder if he is a wine snob.

LMAOOOO.... CAMI GETS UP TO WALK THE DOG AND SCULLY OFFERS TO COME, BUT SHE DOES THIS SAD LITTLE AIR KISS BEFORE MULDER CAN PROPERLY SMOOCH HER… oh, the rumors about these two are going to be FLYING around town!!! she didn't even let him SMOOCH!! are they truly in love?! is he cheating?! a lavender marriage, perhaps?!

as they walk the dog in the dark, scully asks cami if it’s really the american dream living here. she hesitates. cami denies being worried about mike. but the dog runs down the sewers!!! and then the barking stops!!!! LET THE DOG LIVE.

scully pulls out a flashlight…. and finds mike’s necklace!!!! but before she can grab it, the dog returns. he is covered in some kind of blood and/or goop that scully wipes off with a handkerchief. FOR ANALYSIS!

but as they leave, the sewer grate starts rising!!

oh!! she WAS able to snatch mike's necklace!!

back at home, mulder is shedding his shirt and tossing it on the bed, which gives scully pause. LMAO. she insists he calls her laura now. 

LMAOOOOO she bullies him for how he squeezes his toothpaste. and for leaving up the toilet seat. which would piss me off bad tbh, so i get that.

LMAOOOOO SHE COMES OUT IN A GREEN FACE MASK AND HE GASPS!!!! AS SHE ASKS HIM ABOUT MOTIVES AND THEN TOSSES HIS SHIRT BACK TO HIM, BAHAHA

he tries to get her to come into bed saying “come on, laura, we’re married now” and she stares and says “scully, mulder” which makes him take his pillow and leave 

LMFAO???? bro………….. 

he wanted to do wild stuff even if she was covered in green goo and it scared him at first.

sex jokes aside, it's really fucking funny how he didn't expect her to come out green, but then immediately played it cool. and the fact that they feel comfortable enough in each other's presence, for better or for worse, for him to toss his clothes around and her to do her skincare.

had he not made that joke, i wonder if they really would have gotten into bed together and had awkward, 100% totally platonic sleepover time. it looked pretty big and comfy! but we do know he is no stranger to sleeping on the couch.

i need to pause and take a deep breath. LMAO oh god. yeah. domestic bliss really is NOT in their future, huh? i could have predicted that. certainly you could have also predicted that! but i’m sure some fans were chomping at the bit to see it anyway.

fans have a tendency to superimpose domestic bliss on any character dynamic, even when it doesn't seem like it would work at all. like, they have to solve crime for a living. not sure if there is time for making pancakes and dancing in the kitchen- no matter how fun it is to imagine.

i can’t really see them living together, really, unless a lot of stuff changed. she is very organized!! it would drive them both crazy!!! she likes to be cozy and he sleeps on a couch! and that is IF he can even fall asleep! because it seems that half of the time he doesn't, and she's probably in bed by 11 most nights!

regardless of mulder’s abrupt advances through the guise of committing to the cover story, he says he has a foolproof way to get an answer as to what is going down. and she says she has to leave to get the stuff from the ceiling fan and the dog tested. so i presume disaster will strike when they are apart.

LMAO HIS PLAN IS TO PUT UP ONE PINK FLAMINGO... BAHAHA

bro drinks straight out of the orange juice carton and awaits confrontation. but it appears the flamingo has vanished on its own!!!

so he kicks the mailbox over at a strange angle and leaves it open and splashes the orange juice on it. he must have been mad as hell at that point. and he waits by the door. 

he clearly considers going to the bathroom in the carton in order to avoid leaving his perch by the front door, but when he chooses sense and runs to the toilet instead, the mailbox is fixed upon his return!!!! and it contains a single letter.

"be like the others before it gets dark"

DO NOT like that.

LMAOOOO, he’s outside at night bouncing his basketball as cami BEGS win to make him stop.

win comes over to try and get his basketball hoop put away, but mulder asks what will happen if he doesn’t!! cami is watching….. but something is following her!!!!!

mulder runs into action as something goes to get her!!!!!! he manages to chase it off????? but their lightbulb is cracked………

so. he hauls the basketball hoop in. just as scully arrives in a mini van. which is wild. she does not give off "i drive a mini van" vibes to me. and she has a shopping bag filled with... blood test results?

there is something creaking upstairs. but when she calls out for mulder, he doesn’t reply. 

ohhhh, she gets the fire poker…. she means business! but mulder is still outside with a flashlight!!! he nearly falls into a sinkhole. he rips it open……

scully is armed with her poker as something clatters. she goes down the stairs… but something is inside…….

AH!!!!! she nearly beheads him as he makes a surprise entrance.

someone is in their house, cleaning up. oh! so he did NOT put the basketball hoop away. someone else did it for them. which is very creepy. can anyone just... waltz in when they want?!

he says he got a look at the scary thing, and it IS an x file!!!

win asks mr. gogolak what it is they did wrong!!!!!! he seems to be accusing him of being the source of whatever is going on. but he says win needs to rethink that theory. 

no. he says that mulder is the problem.

he’s currently outside digging in the dirt, where he thinks a huge creature lives.

“do you care to hear what i think?” “always” <- oh…. he is so down bad…

turns out the blood they found is not really blood!! it is brake fluid, ketchup, and bristles!!! so is this a beast made of garbage?? and maybe that is why everything has to be organized? lest they fuel him?

the dog’s muzzle was covered in coffee grounds, eggshells, and motor oil… and 50 other things. plus color.

the whole place has been built on a landfill!!! hmm, that isn't too surprising. bet the land was really cheap. and all the chemicals would seep out, maybe make some sort of radioactive beast...

she doesn’t see how this has to do with the disappearances, but he insists they must be connected. what if the klines are still here? buried in the yard? 

of course, they cannot start a forensic investigation, lest their cover be blown. mulder ponders…

AND THEN A BIG EXCAVATOR IS BROUGHT IN

“what if god’s name are you doing?!” “putting in a pool” “in the front YARD?!” <- LMAOOOO

HE SAID THERE ARE NO RULES AGAINST PUTTING IN A REFLECTING POOL LMAOOOOOOOOOOOO

bro has graduated from polos to a grey t shirt and jeans, LMAOOO. he can no longer tolerate the lacoste and cover stories. mr. gogolak says to let him dig his own grave.

funny how he was so eager to commit to the bit, but was the first to depart with appearances. he needed results.

you don’t know what that man can do, buddy. maybe he can defeat the beast. he has defeated other beasts in the past!

at night, scully comes out to look in the hole. WAIT. she’s talking to him. who is IN THE HOLE. LMAO. she says the klines aren’t down there and he should go to bed. 

but he sees something in the equipment!!! the little lumberjack from the klines!!!

FROM PIER 9 IMPORTS!!! ...GOGOLAK!!

he declares scully must get an excavation team, and he runs off to go confront gogolak. i think.

THE THING!!!! it’s bubbling!!!! a hand emerges!!!

scully dials an excavation team. but the beast approaches. and her gun is gone!!!! it’s climbing up the stairs!!!

someone grabs her!!! whoever it is says "it’s coming for you laura, you can’t make a noise"… is it mike?!?? yes!!! he’s covered in the goop!!! and he says she has to get out of there!!!

he says they asked for it, and now they can’t stop it….

he says the ubermenscher wants YOU, laura. her husband has broken too many rules. he shoves her in the closet and takes the gun…. and he fires the whole clip into it!!! but it still runs forward!!!!

mulder is arresting gogolak, saying he is responsible for the death of the klines. by giving them the whirligig.

OHHHHHH, he tries to be all “won’t the judge think that sounds silly?” but don’t try and out occult him!!! he’s gonna tell them it was a tulpa that did it!!! a tibetan thought form!!! he thinks he picked it up on his journeys to asia!!!

gogolak says it’s important that people fit in. but he couldn’t control it. just to hope to stay out of its way.

“son, my lawyers are going to make you sound so stupid, that not only will i never see the inside of a jail cell, but you’ll be signing all your paychecks straight to me” <- LMAOOOO. okay. bet.

he grabs gogolak and takes him to the big yard pile. where he notices that all of the lights are off. and he locks gogolak up outside!!!!!!! who yells out to win that he has two FBI agents for neighbors- but not for long!!!

the house is filled with mystery stains, and mulder calls out to scully. she yells to him from the closet!!!!

win does not help gogolak as he is tied to the front of the house… cami says he deserves what he gets. well!

the thing is eating gogolak, and mulder runs outside!!!!! he’s totally dead!!!

mulder looks really fascinated more than scared as it approaches him. because it crumbles to pieces!!! he must have known it couldn't have survived without gogolak!

scully made her way out of the closet!!!

the next morning, they leave, with scully narrating that several people have blamed the deaths on gogolak. but each person in the gated community denies that they are all somewhat responsible for his death.

the code of silence continues as they move away.

ooooooo…..

interesting. very interesting.

i mean, we all had to know there is something sinister about those planned communities. the amount of pesticides, water waste, americana, levittown, etc... it's so nuclear, so fake. so i think it's a great setting for exploring the dark side of the so-called american dream, conformity, and the environmental consequences. you can practically smell the DDT in the place.

interesting, then, in an episode centering on american homogeneity, the big bad villain would be a creature from asian folklore. i think the message was supposed to be about the dangers of trying so hard to blend in, but it leaves a bit of a sour taste in my mouth that the evil thing that forced them all to blend in wasn't a homegrown beast. you can easily choose to interpret that in a xenophobic light. even though the problem was gogolak trying to control everyone, can you see how the optics look a bit... problematic, for lack of a better word?

i don't think the writers came in with the goal of telling a spooky scary story of something scary from TIBET ruining the AMERICAN DREAM, but you could choose to interpret it that way.

nonetheless, it is comparably tame when it comes to the cultural insensitivies of this show. i genuinely don't think they intended it to come off like that at all. but then again, i guess you could also make the argument that it is the cultural appropriation for evil purposes done by gogolak that makes the creature, intended for a very different purpose in its original context, into a murdering machine.

so. with all that being said.

(giggling and kicking my feet resumes in earnest)

you hug scully? you hug scully like wife? oh! jail! jail for mulder for 10,000 years!

a very interesting look into their dynamic. man, i just know the MSR girlies were pumping their fists in the air when s6 was dropping.

so, do i think they would make good roommates? absolutely not. do i still find myself wishing to see more scenes of semi-domesticity as they glove up to hunt for clues in their shared house and then snuggle on the bad guy's couch? yes! i am only human!

and scully said she would pick the names the next time they went undercover. which means it WILL happen again. good news for a freak like me.

hehehe...... this was a very good episode. it was enjoyable on the surface level, but also left me with many things to ponder, which i always cherish.

in addition to my many questions regarding scully's distaste for sidehugs, here are some other thoughts floating around in my brain: did skinner know what he was doing when he assigned them to this? i mean, he had to have known. is skinner rooting for them? or is that gonna be an HR problem? did they have to buy new wardrobes just for this purpose? does mulder really fantasize about spooning like kittens? under which circumstances can scully tell a convincing lie?

for those interested in sipping from the waters of angst, do you think his constant joking flirtations make her feel sad because he never quite seems authentic? or do you think she knows that he means it after his triangle confession, but won't mention it because... why risk damaging what they have? why risk crossing that line they tiptoe over and over again but never fully cross, especially when they're both so engrossed in their work and they're pretty much the only person they have?

do you think he feels like he's pushing it when he flirts with her, but that it's as real as they'll ever get, so he might as well indulge? do they both sit there and think the other is too busy with work to ever make time and space for me, so it would be best to steal what we can from this codependent partnership that we have grown accustomed to and never expect anything more? they have both at times mentioned a desire to "settle down"- do they really mean it? or is it what they think they want because that is just what you do? what would happen if they DID try to?

ha! this is excellent. i enjoy thinking about these sort of discussion questions. like a book club, sort of.

please let me know what you think! to any of my questions, or your thoughts on the episode, or how you reacted when you saw it for the first time! there is still so much to mull over, but there is no rush to get it all done right away. that's the beauty of letting something stick with you, i suppose. i can gnaw on it in my brain for years and find new things each time i return to it.

[campy-mccampface]

you should tell us how you see the loons since you are their #1 fan...

BAHAHAHA YOU’RE SO RIGHTTT.

Dave: “Where will I do my synchronized swimming?!” *Ping Pong pats his back as he sobs* (“It’s No Picnic” Season 1 Episode 4B)

God, I love these nerds. Well, one thing’s for sure: I consider them separate characters. It’s not like The Lemmings in canon where they’re interchangeable. When I write their Bus Pass bios, they’ll each be getting their own. For now, though, I’ll do a little rundown of tidbits for each. I have much, much more in store for these beanpoles than what’s below. I’m a simple bird: I see secondary characters, and I project onto them and make them mine.

Dave Loon

—Canonically he’s the more sensitive of the two brothers. Headcanonically I make that difference even starker: Ping Pong is the kind of nerd you simply can’t win against, while Dave falls apart at the mildest pressure. Love that for him.

—In the show, we’ve seen he’s a grandma’s boy and I really really like that because I was too, haha. (She’s getting a blog tag. Nana Loon. I’m sure I’m not done with writing her.) That sort of implies he prefers her over his parents, but I wouldn’t say so. He loves his parents. (Also it’s. Hilarious how Ping Pong knew they came from eggs and Dave didn’t. I consider that another sign of his higher maturity.)

—Dave and Ping Pong are the only scouts who can fly, emphasis on ‘can.’ Dave haaaates flying, it makes him so nervous (but what doesn’t) and he only ever does it when Ping Pong’s flying with him. If not, he’s completely grounded.

—Dave has a huge crush on Lazlo, (who clearly feels in the same way in return, see the episode “The List,” which lives rent-free in my noggin,) and because it’s Dave he’s a huge mess about it. He blushes, he stammers, he shies away, usually hiding behind Ping Pong’s back, the latter of which is a reflex for him in most situations anyway. (Also, because this is a Joe Murray cartoon, in his worst moments Dave will at times spontaneously burst into flames, with no ill effects. No one considers it novel or dangerous. It’s just a thing that happens, like your shoe coming untied.) Ping Pong loves them together, and because he’s a big brother, gives Dave lots of friendly teasing about it.

—Dave’s the younger brother, hatching a few minutes later. Nonetheless, they’re called ‘Dave and Ping Pong’ collectively without variation, presumably to be in alphabetical order.

—Dave’s the more passionate of the two about journalism. That’s not to say Ping Pong doesn’t love it; he really does, but as they mature, Dave’s the one who retains his interest while Ping Pong pursues another avenue: music. But he especially liked it when it gave him something to play at with his little brother. (Dave would gasp at the insinuation this was all just ‘playing.’)

—In my wife💛 and I’s Future Au, which we call “Refried Beans,” Dave and Lazlo marry and set to living year-round in the attic of Scoutmaster Lumpus’ cabin. Dave works for the Prickly Pines newspaper, and Lazlo is now Scoutmaster’s Assistant, while Slinkman is now Scoutmaster. Lumpus is retired but still lives in the cabin too, and they’re all joined by Jane, and her presence is the only thing keeping Lumpus from going axe-murderer at the fact he’ll never, ever escape Lazlo.

Ping Pong

—As I’ve said, his real name in my headcanon is Bruce. This is hardly ever used. There’s a reason he became Ping Pong but I’ve yet to decide why.

—Ping Pong is the more mature of the two canonically. Headcanonically he’s unstoppably stable and unflappable. You can’t bully him and get anywhere without him turning your namecalling back on yourself and more cleverly. You can’t beat him in a fight. You can only make him feel endangered after everyone else in the room feels endangered first. This first came about out of necessity to toughen up to defend Dave, and it then became further ingrained because Ping Pong’s the biggest smart alec in the Western Hemisphere and he gets a kick out of being able to sort you out while reading his book at the same time. He’s like if Yakko Warner had feathers and legit booksmarts on top. (What a powerful creature.)

—In the “Radio Free Edward” episode, we get a passing line that he intends to play classic rock for the camp’s radio station. I’ve decided to run with this and say classic rock’s his passion and true calling. He becomes a legit star in short order by his late twenties in my au and it just never goes away. If I had to describe his singing voice, (and you’d never expect him to have it, and I find that hilarious,) it’s like Bruce Springsteen, Angus Young, Rod Stewart, Rick Springfield and Freddie Mercury all had their vocal chords fused in a laboratory. It’s insane.

—I think it was “Beans are from Mars” where the show erroneously calls Dave, Ping Pong and Edward cabinmates? I’m gonna do a Bob Ross, call that a happy accident and say it was true… for like two weeks. But what a formative two weeks. Edward I guess had had enough of the Dungs and demanded new cabinmates. So he went with the Loons and because Samson’s unlucky, he went with the Dungs. (I think he and the Dungs get called cabinmates that episode too.) It was during those two weeks Edward decided he’s head over heels for Ping Pong, (but he won’t admit it, being Edward.) Ping Pong is completely wise to this, not that Edward knows, and really likes toying with him. And mercilessly snarking and outwitting him. Then he starts crushing too. (I like to think their little picnic with Dave in “Snake Eyes” was basically a first date.) Then of course they switch back to their usual cabinmates, but there’s been a sea change where they’re no longer just two guys who like talking smack to each other. And by the time of Refried Beans, (basically the present,) they’ve also gotten married. I’ll save the details on that for now. It’s a doozy.

Both

—They’re from Canada originally but moved with their family, including Nana Loon, to Southern New York or Connecticut at a very young age. They’re both also fluent in French. At camp, they like to tease Edward by pretending to talk about him in French, which he doesn’t understand, when they’re actually discussing the weather or licorice ropes. (Later on, Edward likes when Ping Pong speaks French. Like, embarrassingly melting like butter on a freshly baked baguette. Ping Pong finds it funny. But what about Edward doesn’t he find funny, I ask you.)

—Their parents are also nerds. Go figure. Their father is a professor at a college, (I haven’t decided what he teaches,) and their mother is a semi-famous novelist. She knitted them the turtlenecks they received in “The Big Cheese.” Lumpus does indeed confiscate them for fishing pole cozies, but Mrs. Loon wrote a strongly worded letter threatening to mention his misgivings at her next book release. In the end, the Loons got their sweaters back, Larry his sneakers back, etc.

[cruesuffix]

Imagine the crüe seeing Mick without shoes on, 5'4 revealed and all 😭

Tiny tiny little kitty.....

OMG wait wait what about Sharon seeing his actual height? I think (according to some stuff online) she was like 5'? Imagine him saying "oh yeah, im 5'9 haha, like...basically 6'0..." And she's just like "sure you are baby..."

lmaoooo this is hilarious oomfie!!<33

the crue would laugh so hard and joke about mick disappearing!! (especially tommy cause without the heels, mick would probably barely come up to his shoulder!!) they’d look over his head and go “really, where’s mick??” while mick is just glaring at them, ears back in embarrassment. maybe he’d even use his tail to swat at them to get their attention. i can also see them getting a bit of cuteness aggression cause… well he looks so small and adorable! they’d occasionally pet him, like a nice little pat on his head. mick doesn’t even hate the pets though, cause now he’s used to it.

and… he’d definitely lie to his wife. especially when they started dating, mick was exclusively in heels. it was easier to lie about his height because the shoes made him look taller. when they start living together… she starts to suspect he’s lying. he doesn’t look 5’9 to her and she’s starting to wonder if he ever did look 5’9. maybe one day she asks him how tall he is… just to make sure. and this evil nerd says “oh, 5’9… almost 6’ pretty much.” and she’s automatically like “nah you’re lying you don’t even look like you’re 5’7!” and cue mick all embarrassed being caught in his lie. he tries to convince her he’s actually 5’9… and not 5’4 like she thinks he is. that doesn’t really work and he has no choice but to admit he’s a short little kitty.

lmaooo lying little kitty doesn’t want to admit he’s just a little guy (literally)!! like the idea of the crue playing around with him when they realize he’s just this tiny cat boy… pretending he’s not there, looking above his head to try to find him and making the poor guy try to tippy toe to get in their view. absolutely adorable<333

[boyakishantriage]

imagine being a matpat defender LOL. cringe tbh

...

My reactions to this:

Who the fuck is mat pat?

Sounds kinda like a burger joint

...

Damn, now I want burgers

Where are my keys.

Haha, I have gas.

... Who is mat pat?

Defender?

... Oh, like. Person or organisation.

...

He just makes dumb videos using conspiracy thinking for fun.

I guess that's a thing now, making fun of people who think too much about video games and stuff.

... What Berger do I want?

... Huh, they're using anon.

How do I word- ooh.

Burger, burger, burger.

Burgor has been completed.

:D

... Hm, think here or think home.

Wasn't there a video of something the kid had. Like.

@boyakishan or something?

... Trash into the bin :3

He he he.

And off we go.

... This post is kinda. Hyper fixing on a few things.

... I mean, I guess the video has transphobic elements. Though they're really old and kinda cringe.

Yeah, the quality of this pyro video is more than a bit shit.

Not much research. Just first few results on google.

I'm gonna do chores. I need a break.

... Wasn't there a video about him leaving FNAF or being less focused.

Huh, well. FNAF was left because they didn't like people who were more straightforward and boxed in.

Hm, that time they called kids being in boxes was before everyone and they were called dumb. And now everyone's more accepting of that now it's mainstream.

Huh, what's this video about...

Oh. Looks like matpat fucked up and made his hollow knight video on half truth and forgot a few major contradictions and questions I'm his theory.

... I guess I can watch the pyro video again.

Oh. It's cringe.

It's very cringe.

Ahhh, cringe.

... How old...

... Wait, what resources were available for trans people around then?

... Huh, you gotta dig deep for that.

Wait, this video says something about his old videos needing more research.

... Huh, a lot of these counter videos seem to act like matpat's supposed to be this crowning representation of all the correct things.

... Huh? Sans is ness?

... Ok, so. It's. A little cringe. But our there. But it kind of makes sense. Is that controversial to say?

... Hm, wait. Isn't there a memory of a key ask?

... My friends are trans...

Wait, if you watched this and took those comments as insult about your friends you hold really really close to heart...

These articles are kinda bland, clickbait titles and just air stating things we already know

Yeah, I'm. Confused? I don't get what's so bad about a bunch of nerds geeking out about video games and stuff?

Uhh, anon. Huh. That's. Interesting, too scared to show your username. Wait, doesn't our pinned have a thing about complaining about shit you go to @boyakishan ? This is more of a system blog thing...

[gravemations]

"The NorthWood Document" Chapter Four:  Do I know you? *Achieve*

Olivia had just sat down on her secondhand couch. It was covered in old stains and ripped on the sides from the movers handling it roughly but sadly she didn't have money for a new one yet. She sighs thinking about getting a new one once she has money for it. 

she had let down her long dark hair from a messy ponytail after she got comfortable on the couch opening a bag of salt & vinegar chips and a cup of black tea. 

It had been a long day at her work with not really much happening with the case, Stanton had mentioned that cases run cold a lot in this town with little to no clue with the only evidence

being found was a broken window in the officers house and a red cloth being found on the body. The Higher office was debating to just mark this one as just another Cold Case.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Even though all was calm, anxiety still fizzled in the back of her head as she turned on the TV and hesitated before putting the next tape into the tape reader .  

Olivia takes a heavy breath to calm her nerves. Something was up with these tapes and she had to know as she taps on her mug as the sound of static fades in obscuring any sounds made from the world outside her house. 

The static fades from the screen to reveal Jayden's desk  but instead of them being in front of the computer they were a bit farther back pulling out a whiteboard from the side of the room kicking away scattered paper and clothes so they could cover the window so it could be in frame. 

Jayden looks up at the camera with a look of surprise that quickly turns annoyed ”Cody! Did you just turn on the camera before I said so?!” Jayden uttered, stamping his foot on the ground several times. 

Olivia jumps off her couch a bit by a figure that was out of the shot closer to the computer that moved towards Jayden, It was Cody standing with confidence as he pats Jayden's back a bit ruffly making them flicked. As Olivia looks closer at Cody he looks a bit more ruffled up than he did in your weird dream. You think about it again but Cody does look weirdly familiar to you somehow? but you still can't think why at the moment. 

” Haha, Don't worry about it you nerd it's going to be great. Do you really wanna make a fuss about it on camera?.” Cody gives a cheeky smile as he looks down at Jayden who is a head shorter than he is. 

”What no, Fussing is only for girls and as you can see I'm the manliest man in the universe! The Aliens would agree with me.”Jayden exclaimed at the top of his lungs.    

Cody snickers at this reaction from Jayden ”Sure thing Mr Marker Beard.” 

~~~~~~~~~~

Olivia snickers from her couch while watching the two banter to each other, she snickers at the two arguing.  It made her think of her childhood she would playfully banter with someone that 

She had not thought about it in a long time, She tried to think about him but her memory kept failing her. 

Bothered by this fact, she decided to get up and look for her old photo album that she took from her old family home. She picked up the old book. It was very heavy with a leather cover with the words Family photos on the cover in a gold paint with a few of the pages creased. 

She took the book to the table as she opened the book and flicked to a random page sipping her drink, photos of family and friends kept safely in its pages. Olivia turns a few pages and she sees it.      

A picture of a young boy with black scruffy hair and tan skin sitting on a log next to a younger version of herself, he looks to be a bit older than she was in the picture. The picture was one taken at a family picnic back when she was around 12. 

There was no doubt that this was Cody in this image but something felt off like the video when he appeared a sense of paranoia that dreaded over her as she looked at a depiction of him. 

She couldn't understand why this feeling fell over her again, why is she with Cody in this photo and Why does she not remember him if they knew each other? 

She quickly flicks thought some more photo, you found a few more that had Cody in them but most of them where from that day, Olivia ponders over this 

”Okay, so he doesn't show up a lot so most likely he is either a distant relative or just lives a bit too far away. It is a 2 hour drive but still, why is it so hard for me to keep him in my m-” 

Her thought process was cut off the the sound of the tape playing again but from a different point from where she paused. She looked behind her from the table she was writing her thoughts down from with a considered but intrigued look on her face. 

”I thought I turned that off? How did it even turn on? I dont have the remote with me, it's on the table.” She thought to herself and she cautiously as the tape continued and the two have settled a bit from the banter.  

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

The Screen glitches a bit but as it goes back to normal the line between the missing posters, The church, The library and the Lake near town light up in a faint orange glow. 

Then it quickly snaps back To Jayden ending on of his funny but unrealistic rants as he draws on the whiteboard about he thinks that the election is being influenced by aliens.

”Andd that's about it anyway, I hope you guys enjoy and Have a good Evening.” Jayden closes his entry came out with a big smile. 

 From the back Cody can be heard piping up ”Why do you always end these videos like you have an audience? It's not like anyone other than both of us are going to watch it.” Cody asked Jayden, wondering why they do it. 

”It's because sir asks a lot, I do hope to put these recordings on TV or radio one day I want people to hear my ideas and stuff. I want people to know my name. 

I want to be someone that people can say. Hey, I know that person you know. ”  

Jayden exclaims in a sorrowful voice as they approach the camera to turn it off, they stare into the camera as they hold it in their hand as their glasses to have more of an orange tint then they did earlier.  

” I hope at least you're listening to what I'm saying, right?” As the video cuts as the video stops. 

[natcatnhanh]

YESSSS YOU GET ME HE LIVES ON THE EAST COAST IN MY CANON FRFR HE IS SUCH A PENNSYLVANIAN IN MY EYES

Although, if you look inside the source code for the article, there is a line that says he (and Draven) grew up in North Carolina: "i was talking to james about how my hometown in NC has changed since he’s been gone and he pointed out that our town is quickly becoming a 3999 situation. for instance: 1. apparently our high school, which is 96 years old and looks like a 16th century gothic castle (complete with lion gargoyles), has a fourth floor that no one really knew about until this year. no one knows how long it’s been in the building but from pictures it looks completely different than the rest and has a strange metal staircase in a spiral pattern."

And even though I do like the excerpt (and the implication that Draven and James attended the same highschool together haha) I still like to imagine that he's a Pennsylvanian because of how often the state of Pennsylvania is referenced in LordStoneFish's writings (ex. SCP-2432, the mention of Talloran's sister attending UPenn, etc) related to how the author himself grew up in Pennsylvania

''THEY WERE A NERD. MOST DEFINITELY. (/affectionate i could never make fun of them) WOULD LOVE TO READ COMICS, WATCH A LOT OF MOVIES. WOULD SOSOSO HAVE SO MANY NERDY LITTLE INTERESTS''

I REALLY AGREE!! one of my personal headcanons for him is that although the references to real-world articles, books, and films in SCP-3999 is due to the author's personal connection with them. I also like to think because of that, James is also interested in those sorts of things. aka he's a nerd and also a cinephile kek

For example, I like to imagine that James Talloran is oddly competent at tap dancing for some reason (?) even though he has never taken any tap-dancing lessons before. Entirely due to this line in the article: 'For weeks and weeks he just sort of stayed there, silently judging me. I would think about him during work, when I was supposed to be teaching small children to tap dance.'

When I was drawing the art of James back when he was still a college student, I was originally intending the background to be his college dorm. With the books and dvd cartridges referenced in the article to be in the background along with his college roommate’s pet turtle haha. [ it’s mentioned in the article that his college roommate had a pet and it’s actually never specified what exactly it was, but I’ve always headcanoned it as being a turtle lol ]

''(in a lot of tales i've seen they're just the sweetest AAA i love them... sorry i'll get back to the headcanons)'' Also really like this, in the same excerpt inside the source code, there's this passage which I think is really endearing, "6. he opened the door and James smiled to him, and it was soft and sweet like it always was. he hastily signed a bunch of documents and was given a leave, but as he bid the personnel goodbye and it was just him and James again, draven kondraki started crying. he hugged James, a strong MTF agent in the arms of a nimble researcher, but James patted him on the back and told him it was okay"

''. BUT THEY'D BE VERY GOOD AT SCHOOL I FEEL! WOULD BE VERY INTO STUDYING AND STUFF LIKE THEY ARE SO VERY HARDWORKING TO ME OKAY...'' this is so true to me!! Following on with the headcanon of him attending UPenn for university, it is one of the top Ivy League schools in the US after all with only an 8% acceptance rate.

I also really agree with the ‘he dosent play sports himself, but does watch it’ I headcanon him not exactly being a die-hard fan but likes it enough to watch along when his parents play it on the TV.

The New York Mets shirt I drew him wearing was specifically not the Philadelphia Phillies despite them being the official MLB team based in Pennsylvania. I imagine him being a casual enough fan of baseball that he wouldn’t care for finding a shirt that corresponds with his respective home-state, but likes it enough to atleast wear a shirt that’s related to baseball

do u have any personal headcanons regarding James’s backstory? ie. where u think he grew up, what uni he attended, any sports he might’ve played when he was younger, etc etc :7

HIHIHI! I TOOK A BIT TO RESPOND BECAUSE I'VE ACTUALLY BEEN THINKING ABOUT THESE QUESTIONS ALL DAY...

ANYWAY I'M HAPPY TO TALK ABOUT WHAT I CAME UP WITH! ^___^ :

FIRST OFF... HMMM... I'D SAY SOMEWHERE IN THE EAST COAST? SOMEWHERE AROUND THAT AREA I'D SAY!

THE REASON I SAY EAST COAST IS BECAUSE I FEEL LIKE THEY MOST DEFINITELY WENT TO PENN STATE! I'M NOT SURE EXACTLY IF THEY'D LIVE IN PENNSYLVANIA... BUT I FEEL AS THOUGH THEY'D BE LIVING CLOSE BECAUSE THAT'S ALSO WHERE THEIR SISTER WENT TO UNIVERSITY!

AS FOR SPORTS... I FEAR I CANNOT SEE TALLORAN AS THE KIND OF PERSON TO *PLAY* THEM,,, BUT! I'LL SAY I FEEL LIKE THEY'D LOVE TO WATCH SPORTS. I'VE ALWAYS SEEN TALLORAN AS AN EX-INSTRUMENT KID THAT'D LOVE TO WATCH SPORTS ON LIKE THE TV! MAYBE LIVE TOO, BUT I DOUBT IT. THEY'D LIKE BASEBALL I FEEL LIKE. (as for what instruments... hmmm piano or guitar this is NOT self projecting i promise...)

LASTLY,,, JUST SOME ADDITIONAL STUFF...

I FEEL LIKE THEY WERE THE OLDER SIBLING... LIKE IDKKK BECAUSE LIKE THEIR SISTER WAS STILL IN COLLEGE WHILE THEY WERE WORKING AT THE FOUNDATION... LIKE ALSO I FEEL AS THOUGH MAYBE THEY'RE LIKE REALLY NICE (in a lot of tales i've seen they're just the sweetest AAA i love them... sorry i'll get back to the headcanons) BECAUSE THEY HAD TO TAKE CARE OF LIKE A YOUNGER SIBLING AND STUFF Y'KNOW!

THEY WERE A NERD. MOST DEFINITELY. (/affectionate i could never make fun of them) WOULD LOVE TO READ COMICS, WATCH A LOT OF MOVIES. WOULD SOSOSO HAVE SO MANY NERDY LITTLE INTERESTS... BUT THEY'D BE VERY GOOD AT SCHOOL I FEEL! WOULD BE VERY INTO STUDYING AND STUFF LIKE THEY ARE SO VERY HARDWORKING TO ME OKAY...

OKAYOKAYOKAY YEAH THOSE ARE LIKE KINDA MY PERSONAL HEADCANONS FOR LIKE TALLY'S LIKE PAST AND STUFF ^u^ I HOPE YOU LIKE THEM!