#because you know... that is also the point of the Great Game

[fandomlit]

too good at hiding (spencer agnew x reader)

requested by anon "can i please get a smosh / spencer agnew x reader where they both work at smosh and no one (except like,, higher ups maybe) really knows they're dating-- and y/n gets a bit insecure, especially since spencer is getting playfully flirted with / called a best duo with other smosh ppl, but doesnt say anything until spencer picks up on y/n's discomfort and starts purposefully slipping up when talking about y/n / playfully flirting with y/n and stuff like that. if not that's okay :3 ty!"

a/n hey loves.. just a reminder than i LOVE requests :)

gif cred belongs to @smoshmonker

spencer wasn't sure what had been bugging you. sure, the work days had been longer recently and you two hadn't had a lot of time to yourselves or each other lately, but he had seen that version of you before and worked through it. this was different—you were emotionally distant in a way spencer hadn't seen. he was getting worried he was doing something to push you away, that after two years of dating he had finally revealed some part of him that rubbed you the wrong way.

but his worries were answered during one shoot day where he was playing board af on a team with courtney against arasha and amanda. you were sitting not too far away off-stage, watching the shoot during a gap in your day with angela at your side.

him and courtney were playing up their teamwork as they usually did, whispering and scheming together, shoulders pressed to each other for a majority of the game. spencer kept stealing glances at you when he could (though he knew it would piss off the editors later), still thinking of your interaction this morning and how you had rushed away at the first chance.

his team successfully gained a bunch of points after a successful round, to which he and courtney dramatically celebrated and high fived, clasping onto each other's hands as amanda and arasha groaned.

"this is why!" courtney said proudly. "this is why tiktok's been calling us the best smosh duo! our teamwork is unmatched!" spencer laughed as amanda started talking about how she had also seen that trending on the smosh side of tiktok lately, but zoned out of that part of the conversation when he noticed you get up and leave the backstage. he knew you didn't have anything for another hour. and the way you were walking was similar to how you had rushed away from him that morning.

remembering what amanda was saying, his mind started playing back an interaction from a few days ago that now made complete sense to him.

"i've been thinking," you spoke, breaking the comfortable silence you and spencer had fell into as you laid in his bed that night, your head on his chest as he traced circles onto your back.

"oh, i bet that hurt," spencer hummed back, eyes still shut. you whacked his chest lightly and he laughed, peeking down at your adorable attempt to suppress your grin. "i'm sorry! sorry, go ahead."

you shook your head before resting it on his chest again. "do you think it's time we started to tell people about us?" he was quiet as he let the surprise of the question sink in, beginning to consider. you spoke in the silence, "i just.. i don't know, maybe we're too good at hiding it, but i like the idea of people knowing we're together, you know? or at least speculating? i don't know if that makes sense."

"no, it does," he assured with a nod, staring up at the ceiling. "i don't know, i haven't really thought a lot about it." because while, yes, it would be great for all the shipping of you and other cast members to end, he was a little scared to bare that part of his personal life to the internet. what if they all just said you could do better? or that he didn't deserve you? he didn't know if he could handle the drama, and he was more scared that it would tear you apart after two years of bliss. "i'm not really in a rush."

you nodded, brushing your head against his chest as you thought. then, you flipped in his arms so your back was to his side. he moved so he could spoon you, wrapping an arm around your stomach as you both fell asleep without further discussion.

spencer had been so tired and lost in his work mindset that he had completely abandoned the thought of that conversation until now. he definitely could've done some more to make sure you were on the same page as him—why would you be asking him if you hadn't been wanting to? he suddenly felt like an idiot.

it must've been sparked by whatever this rise in him and courtney clips was doing on the internet. you wanted to be seen like that, wanted to have some cute content of the two of you milling around, even if it didn't actually mean anything.

spencer wasn't exactly ready to come out with your relationship yet, but he could do something..

...

it was later that same day when you had a shoot together: a round of board af with shayne and angela. you smiled at your boyfriend as you all were about to start rolling and he just offered you a wink in response. you furrowed your brow at him just before shayne started the intro.

"alright, i think.. spencer starts," shayne nodded. spencer took a dramatically tense breath as he grabbed the dice, shaking them in his hands before reaching across shayne to hold that hand out to you. you all looked at him in confusion, and your gaze flicked between his and his hand with an arched brow. "oh, i forgot this wasn't an actual casino." your jaw dropped.

you all laughed out in shock, as spencer drew back his hand, shaking the dice again as if he hadn't done anything at all. shayne loudly exclaimed, "were you trying to get her to blow on your dice?!"

unable to suppress his smile, spencer affirmed, "yeah! but i forgot this is smosh and not the ritz."

angela just waved her hand as she stared into the camera, "yeah, totally normal mistake. completely understandable switch up." you all continued to laugh.

when it got to your turn you took a dramatical deep breath, rolling your shoulders and twisting your neck like you were warming up. "okay. no interruptions, please." of course, that just invited the interruption as you began shaking your dice.

"hey, y/n?" you ignored spencer as you continued to shake with your determined expression. shayne was doing his best to hold his laugh in as angela stared at spencer with an open mouth. "y/n? this is really important." his stare was so innocent and unbothered, his doe eyes looking at you almost pleadingly; it was a wonder you didn't break your composure on the spot.

you sighed, lowering your hands to look at spencer. but you couldn't hide your amusement as you pressed with a giggle, "what?!"

"don't mess up," he spoke with an unchanging expression. you just dropped your die while continuing your intense eye contact with him.

"holy-! what!" you looked down at shayne's yell just to see you had made the perfect roll. keeping your composure despite your excitement, you just smiled at the camera.

"i never mess up." you looked pointedly over at spencer and he just smiled innocently at you. your heart would've burst if you weren't so confused by him.

when his turn came around again, spencer took a deep breath and shook his dice. "don't hold them out to y/n again, creep," angela spoke and the crew laughed. spencer paused his rolling to offer you a wink before continuing, causing more laughter to erupt.

you shook your head incredulously at the camera. you hated how hot your face and chest felt as you boyfriend flirted with you on camera, like you weren't already completely in love with him. "i think the kickstarts are getting to him, i don't know what's happening."

"they're seeping into his brain," shayne supported, chuckling.

"yeah, i actually poured one into my ear this morning instead of drinking it," spencer spoke casually and you all fell into hysterics again as he finally rolled the dice. you found yourself looking at spencer rather than the game when you had recovered, staring at your boyfriend with a stupid grin. you quickly snapped out of it, hoping that moment may be spared from getting clipped. but knowing how this video was going, there were likely to be multiple clips swirling around of you and spencer.

in fact, the more you considered it, it was like spencer was pulling out all of the moves that he knew would be clipped later. and that's when you knew--that was exactly what he was doing. a warm feeling filled your chest, a mix of excitement and slight embarrassment. spencer wanted these ship clips. he was clearly seeking them. but why?

you didn't realize your brow was furrowed until shayne nudged your arm. "you look like you're constipated." the look you gave him made him laugh before asking, "what's going on over there?"

you shook your head. "i'm just thinking about the logistics of mountain dew in the ear canal. can't be good." shayne laughed again, angela chuckling as spencer offered you a sly smile. "what?" you chuckled at him.

"nothing," he shrugged. "just keep thinking about me over there. zone back out, whatever." you shook your head, throwing your hands up as you looked to a laughing alex behind the camera.

...

"what was that?" you asked your boyfriend after the shoot, amused as you shook your head at him.

"i realized i was an idiot." you furrowed your brow as spencer took a breath, eyeing you seriously as he tucked his hands into his pockets. "i was being a total guy the other night. you asked me if i ever wanted to come out about us and i answered it without thinking that you probably asked it because you wanted to come out." you pursed your lips. "am i right?"

you nodded, folding your arms in front of your chest. "yeah.. i've been thinking about it a lot lately. how it would be nice to be able to tell our friends.. and i like the idea of the fans liking us. not just you and me, but us together." you shoot your head, your cheeks heating before you admitted, "i think i was just getting a little jealous of the shipping comments and the 'best duo' stuff going around." spencer slowly took your hands, forcing you to uncross your arms as you continued, embarrassed and heart hammering, "it's stupid and ridiculous because i shouldn't let our relationship—that the fans don't even know about!—be affected by internet clips of you and our friends."

spencer nodded, squeezing your hands. "i get it. you think i don't hate the shipping edits of you and damien? or you and shayne, before him and courtney told the world?" you offered him a half-smile. he tugged you closer to him. "i don't think i'm ready to be public yet. i want our special little world to be preserved for a little longer, and.. i'm a little scared that fans will tell me you're way out of my league, which i know, but will still probably make me cry." you let out an amused laugh, but shook your head at spencer.

"you shouldn't be worried about that," you hummed quietly. "i think i'm the one in danger of hate, if anything. have you seen those tumblr girls? they're obsessed with you!" he just rolled his eyes. "we can wait as long as you need. i'm sorry i was upset and avoidant."

"i forgive you," he nodded with a smile. "i'm sorry i didn't realize until now what you had really meant. but i'm glad we could have a real conversation about it." you nodded in agreement. "it'll stay our secret for now, but i really don't mind if a few clips circulate shipping us in the meantime.." you giggled.

"you should definitely expect some to start after today," you mused. "you were on fire."

"it was kinda freeing, being able to flirt with you on camera," he sighed. you just shook your head wordlessly, purely amused, before leaning forward to press a long, sweet kiss to your boyfriend's lips. "i love you."

"i love you, too," you smiled. you were about to lean forward for another kiss when you both froze at a sudden sound disrupting your peace.

plastic hitting the ground. tucked in your corner in the back hallways of the smoffice, you thought your conversation had been safe from any ears.

you were wrong.

both of your heads snapped at once to the noise. shayne stood there, hand still raised in the shape of the cup he had been holding, stance frozen mid-stride, dropped jaw, staring at the two of you.

"i-i'm so sorry!" he exclaimed, raising his hands in mock surrender. "i just wanted to take a walk with my drink, i didn't know i would come across y- this!" he quickly leaned down and scooped his cup up, spewing out more apologies before practically running away.

you and spencer stood in stunned silence for a moment. "well..," he began. "i guess we can count that as one person down?"

after another silent moment, you started, "should we..?"

"chase after him?" spencer finished, still staring after where shayne had just disappeared. "probably. but since he heard me, he's going to purposefully tell me that you're out of my league and i'm going to dropkick him." you laughed and spencer turned his head to grin down at you. he stole your lips in a kiss again before pulling away. "i'll get shayne."

"okay," you nodded, still smiling at him. "i love you."

and your sweet, ridiculous boyfriend gave you the most heart-eyed look you had ever seen as he backed away from you. "i love you, too."

[artstennisracket]

TEAMWORK MAKES THE DREAMWORK

summary: patrick was the cocky quarterback who reeked of confidence. art was his right hand man, best friend, wide receiver, and still not patrick’s biggest fan. you were the intrigued cheerleader who has a thing for blondes in backwards caps and sticky situations

pairings: art donaldson x fem!reader x patrick zweig, patrick zweig x tashi duncan (implied)

warnings: teasing, blowjob, double penetration, p in v (reader receiving), anal (reader receiving), fingering (reader receiving), dirty talk, oral (reader receiving), overstimulation, dubcon

notes: surprise!!! another collab fic but this time with my wife addie <3333 (@musingsofheaven) who I love sm and is insanely talented and helped get this to a word count of 10k, so everyone say thank you addie!!! this is the definition of porn with an actual plot I swear. so I hope you guys love it <3

If someone, anyone, in the entire school were to describe Patrick in one word it would be cocky. They’d follow that up by saying quarterbacks need to be cocky, to have confidence, to be sure of themselves.

If you asked Art to describe Patrick in one word or phrase he’d say ‘attention whore’. Art knows how much Patrick liked the spotlight. That’s why when they originally tried out for the football team 3 years ago, Patrick didn’t tell Art he was gunning for quarterback (the position Art wanted).

Now if someone asked Tashi to describe Patrick in one word or phrase it would be ‘dumb jock’. As captain of the cheerleading squad, she has had plenty of time to experience Patrick Zweig, not to mention the fact that he was also her ex. He never paid much attention in any of his classes and Tashi was 99% sure that Art did all of Patrick’s homework for him anyway.

If you were asked to describe Patrick, you’re not sure what you would say. Despite being on the cheerleading squad (meaning you’ve attended every football game of the entire season), you never really interacted with either Patrick or Art. Until today.

Tashi had booked the football field for practice today since the championship game was tomorrow and she wanted to be able to do a full run through in uniform. She was running late because her last class was running over so she shot you a text asking you to run warmups.

You led the team down to the field only to find the space being occupied by none other than the football team. Great.

A low wolf whistle pulls your attention to a tall brunette pulling off a red and white striped football helmet, “To what do I owe this pleasure?” He shakes his curls out before running a hand through them.

“We have the field booked for practice.” You keep your tone neutral as he makes a point to slowly look you over. Noticing the extra time he takes on your bare legs and the curve of your chest.

Crossing his arms in front of his chest, he looks around for a bit before bringing his eyes up to finally meet yours. “No, I don’t think you do.” Smiling, a stupid smug smile. Like there’s no possibility in the world that he didn’t have this field booked for his practice.

Your gut instinct was to reach for the phone to call Tashi and check if she really did book the field. But you knew your captain. She didn’t make mistakes.

“Yes, we do. So I’m going to have to ask you and the rest of your team to leave.” Further insisting as you cross your arms.

“Oh is that so? You’re gonna have to ask the team captain then,” he shrugs with a fake pout. The tone of his voice was unwavering, with zero sense of urgency.

A deep breath is exhaled through your nose. Okay so maybe he is an asshole. Another player makes his way over, stumbling right into the middle of your standoff with Patrick. He takes his helmet off to shake out his blonde hair before pushing his hair out of his eyes, “Everything okay?” The sincerity in his voice feels real, reaching his baby blue eyes. This must be Art.

You offer a small smile hoping to reason with him instead, someone more mature than Patrick. “Do you know where I can find the team captain? We have the field booked today for practice,” making sure to reinject the nice sweetness in your voice, hoping for things to go your way now.

Art raises an eyebrow, an amused smile on his lips. No sarcasm just genuine amusement, “Patrick is the captain.”

Begrudgingly, you force your eyes to land back on where Patrick is laughing hysterically, like something was funny. But you weren’t amused. “Okay so can you tell your team of buffoons to get the fuck off the field so we can practice? Thanks.” You gesture to your team to start setting themselves up on the field. Too much time has already been wasted and stretching needs to be done before Tashi gets here.

“Woah! No need to get feisty. I mean unless you want to continue this somewhere else with less witnesses,” he smirks, “Or maybe you like having an audience.” You roll your eyes in pure annoyance. A small crowd started to gather of football players, intrigued by you and Patrick’s exchange of words. Fixing your mouth to say something until he starts again, “How about I let you practice here under one condition?”

“What?”

He smirks, “If you get on your knees and ask me nicely, I will tell my players to come back for practice later. Then you’ll have the field to yourself.” Followed by hollering and whistles from the rest of the team who would love to see you do that.

The involuntarily twitch in your eye mixed with the look of anger slowly creeping up most jolt something awake in Art. He presses his hand against Patrick’s chest causing Patrick’s eyes to follow. Art intervenes with a suggestion, “What if we just share? You guys can practice on this half and we’ll practice on that half.”

Trying to keep your cool and not lose it anymore than you already have, you let out a “Fine,” from tight lips. Unhappy but the problem is somewhat solved.

You don't have any choice but to lead your team to the far side of the field, dropping your bag near the bleachers before sending daggers to the back of the football team. The girls start pulling at their shoelaces, fixing their skirts, and tugging ponytails tighter, and you feel the air sticky against your skin.

You take a breath while trying to make the best of the situation by ignoring the noise from the boys across the field as you face your team. “Alright, we’re starting stretches,” you call out, clapping once to get everyone’s focus. “Line up!” The voice echoed and faced seriously while you watched them do what you said.

You step to the front when forming two rows on the grass with feet apart, rolling your shoulders back before you fold forward, reaching for your toes. The girls immediately follow you when you demonstrate the first stretch; no need to say it one by one because they know how to follow the silent command. Tashi trained the girls better and with control of listening and following.

The stretch pulls down your legs, calves tightening, fingers brushing the grass. You stay down and start counting out loud. “Ten… nine… eight…”

You could hear the football team’s shouting and the slap of the ball hitting hands cut over your counting, but you ignored them despite their occasional looks and whistling when they saw the girls bend down. You keep going, though, standing up slowly and having your arms reach high until your ribs pull, and then dropping into a side stretch, one hand on your hip, the other pulling over your head, which makes your body curve to the side.

Across the field, Patrick’s voice calls out plays, loud and clear to his team. You can hear his laugh when someone messes up, like all of them are one big group of old friends that he can just laugh about when his team screws up, and you can feel his eyes even without looking. You intentionally drop and instruct the team to go into another forward fold, hips pushing back, your skirt lifted just enough to show your ass and to know he’s watching.

The grass sticks to your palms as you press them into the ground, feeling the roughness of it under them, holding the stretch and letting your back lengthen to get that stretch for a few seconds before you move into a lunge after that, one knee on the ground, and you can almost feel the little soil and grass on your skin because you're so close to kneeling there; the other leg is bent in front of you, pushing your hips forward to open them up. “Feel it here,” you say, tapping your hip flexor so the girls can follow.

“Yeah, I bet you feel it there,” Patrick’s voice is so loud you can hear it from the side of the field where you and the girls are stretching. The laughter? It’s pissing you off.

You keep your breathing steady. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale- you count in your mind and close your eyes for a few seconds. But when you close your eyes, the only thing you can see is his annoying face, which makes your jaw tighten. You are trying hard to ignore him as you sink lower because if you let him get into your head, you might punch him already. You just let your shirt shift up your stomach as you lift your arms overhead for another side stretch. The sweat starts to form at the back of your neck, and it sticks to your hair, and your shirt clings more to your body as you move.

“Shouldn’t you be practicing your splits or something?” Patrick calls again, smug. Taunting you for a reaction. But you won't give him the satisfaction of snapping or walking out of the practice.

You straighten, looking at him from across the field. Your eyes are sending him death threats already, catching the way he’s holding his helmet under one arm, curling damp with sweat. You hate that constant smirk on his lips. It's so… annoying. So full of ego. So full of testosterone. Art stands behind him, adjusting his shirt, blue eyes flicking from you to Patrick like he's waiting for some mess to happen while his jaw is tight.

“Shouldn’t you be trying not to get tackled for once?” You fire back. You might not be snapping at him the way he wants, but you'll get petty too if he wants some fire out of you.

“Oooh,” his teammates holler and laugh at the comment you just made.

Patrick’s grin widens as he tosses the ball to Art without looking, but Art manages to catch it despite being caught off guard when he just threw it to him. “Feisty,” Patrick says, wiping sweat from his forehead. “I like that.”

“God, just ignore him,” one of your teammates mutters and scoffs as she stretches beside you. “He’s an asshole. I can’t believe Tashi ever dated that guy,” another girl said, and you quickly gave her the look like you're saying to her that you shouldn't talk like that because he might just come and hear it.

“Stop gossiping,” you said when you shifted into a standing split, grabbing your ankle, bending it in half before pulling your leg high, balancing on one foot. The girls followed. But for you? You do that just to show off to Patrick. To get a reaction. The stretch bites down your hamstrings, the pull deep and sharp, but you hold it. There's something good about the feeling, though, when the muscles are being pulled. You let your back stay straight, breathing through the shake in your leg. Hold it as long as you can, even if some girls have already given up. The noise from the boys softens for a second, and then you hear a low whistle, followed by, “Damn.”

You don’t drop your leg. God, you hate attention, but he's drawing this side of you, so you let it hover, letting them watch as you stay steady. You don't really want eyes on you even when you are in the cheer; you just love the sport—the cheerleading.

Your face calms even as your thigh trembles, and when you finally drop it? You made sure to give it a shake, glancing up just in time to see Patrick get knocked on his ass by a teammate too busy staring at you. You smirk. “Eyes up, quarterback! ”You shout, sweet satisfaction warming your chest.

Patrick looks up from the grass, hair sticking to his forehead, glare sharp, but that grin returns, eyes locked on you like a message that he's saying something like he likes the show you just presented in his eyes.

You let out a slow breath and feel the heaviness of it from the stretches you just made. You roll your shoulders back as you shake out your legs, the last of the stretching done. Your team is already breaking off into small groups, just waiting for Tashi before doing the whole stunt and practice. Some of them are already practicing jumps and going over counts.

When you hear the footsteps behind you, you're still smirking and satisfied by the little comment you made. “Did I miss the entertainment?” Tashi’s voice cuts in, already laced with authority and sharp with amusement as she drops her bag on the grass. She’s already in her practice skirt, hair tied up. She looks at you and notices how pumped you are today compared to the previous days. And she looks over at the football team with that unimpressed tilt of her head.

“You missed your star quarterback getting laid out,” you say with a chuckle as you brush the grass off your legs. “Perfect timing.”

Tashi hums like she already knows this is one of Patrick's stunts again to be insufferable. She pulls a scrunchie tighter around her ponytail. “Well, look at that. You have new friends.”

You quickly look at her before rolling your eyes and scoffing at her sarcastic comment. “Your ex needs a volume dial. So fucking annoying. God, I am literally this close to choking him, you know? He thinks he's like all mighty and makes comments like that as if he's someone who has authority over me,” you just mutter without stopping and without realizing you said all of that.

Tashi snorts. “Calm your ass down,” she grounds you before she sighs. She turns in time to see Patrick shove himself upright. He looks like muttering a quiet complaint to the guys nearby. She licks her upper lip before her lips pull into a thin line, like she has seen this scenario before. “Trust me, he’s all noise.”

You look at the boys just in time to see Art catch a pass. His arms are clean and steady as he pulls the ball in. He turns sharply before tossing it back, easy and smooth. That was one good pass . It really caught your attention, and he’s good; you can’t deny it. He looks so serious and dedicated to the sport. The way he moves is focused and precise. Almost perfect. He's like thinking ten steps ahead while everyone else is still yelling.

So you go another route of pissing off Patrick. “Nice one, Art!” You call out, letting your voice carry, bright and clear. You'll just cheer for his best friend instead of giving him attention.

Patrick’s head snaps toward you instantly when he hears your loud voice. His eyes narrow, jaw tightening around the mouthguard he’s chewing. He's like biting it so hard, you can almost see it. When Art looks up, it's so endearing because he has that little facial expression at what you just shouted; maybe it's shock or something else, but you are sure he blushed at that. He brushes a hand through his sweaty hair out of his face before he gives you a quick nod when he glances at you with a shy smile flashing.

Tashi hums as she watches the scene unfold in front of her with a smirk curling her lips and one brow lifted. “Oh, good luck. You want it messy.” She just shakes her head while enjoying everything- especially seeing Patrick react too quickly.

“Oh, come on,” Patrick shouts, and it's laced with something else. But you are not sure yet what it is. You just watch him throw his arms out to the side. “You’re seriously going to cheer for him?”

You shrug, stretching your arms overhead one last time just to make your shirt ride up just enough to catch Patrick staring at the little skin showing before he glares and he turns back to his team. “What? I’m just being supportive like a good cheerleader.”

Patrick throws the next ball too hard, and it bounces off one of his teammates’ hands with a slap. Dear Lord. The poor guy winced so hard he almost shouted at Patrick but just breathed through it.

You can’t help the satisfied grin that tugs at your mouth when he does that. Oh, boy. This will be fun. Real, real fun, and you will surely enjoy every piece of it. And Tashi’s smirk widens as she glances between you and the field before shaking her head. “They’re both no good,” she mutters under her breath, loud enough for you alone to hear.

You huff a small laugh, rolling your eyes as you glance back at Patrick, and you almost giggle at how pissed he looks because he's sending daggers at Art through his eyes like he’s plotting his death. A few seconds pass before he glances back at you, with that same heat and warning in his eyes.

“No shit,” you murmur before shrugging, shifting your weight again as your eyes flick between Art and Patrick, “I’m starting to see what’s going on.”

Tashi just sighs and opens her clipboard before giving you one last glance, and she heads off to check the other girls. You know you should help, but your eyes- you keep looking at Art. He just has this flushed face, and his cheeks look so- you want to pinch them. Or bite them. You watch him catch the ball with ease and cleanliness in it.

You put both of your hands on each side of your mouth and call out, “Let’s go, Art! You’ve got it!” Your voice made his head look up fast. He almost dropped the ball before he managed to recover. There was this shy, crooked smile you like to see. Patrick’s head snaps toward you, eyes sharp under messy curls.

If looks can kill, you're already dead. “Are you serious right now?” Patrick shouts at you. You just grin and tilt your head to the side. “Come on, Art! That was clean! You’re killing it!” You shout again just to taunt Patrick, and his jaw tightens as he spins to glare at Art, who enjoys your praise even though he's looking all shy. “Jesus Christ,” Patrick mutters, turning back to the huddle, throwing sharper now.

But this big mouth of yours can't just stop, so you keep going, letting your voice out. Your cheerful voice.

“Nice pass, Art! ”

“You’re doing well! ”

“Good hands! ”

“Perfect catch! ”

And each one of them just made Patrick's eyes go back to you before barking the next play, throwing too hard, the ball smashing hard into palms. A pass bounces off a receiver’s hands. You chuckle at that as you tilt your head with a smirk forming on your lips. “What’s the matter, quarterback? Can’t handle a little encouragement for your team?” Patrick stalks closer, helmet under his arm, sweat sticking to his dark curls.

“You’re seriously going to stand there and scream for him while I’m running this practice?” Of course, you would. Just to spite him after the comment he made earlier. He should taste his own medicine even though it's not outright insulting him. You straighten, hand on your hip, letting your voice turn sweet.

“Aww, are you jealous?” Your words are voiced out with sweetness, but clearly they’re said to mock him, and Patrick’s glare falters before his eyes drop down your body, then back up, frustrated. Art gives you a thumbs up as he jogs past, and you can’t help the way your smile grows when Patrick’s jaw locks even tighter. He mutters something as he turns away, but not before shooting you a look that promises he’ll get even.

Tashi reappears, whistling, clipboard under her arm. “You’re playing with fire,” she says, eyes flicking between you and Patrick’s tense shoulders. You shrug, arms crossing, watching Art throw you one last shy glance before turning away. “Yeah,” you murmur. You already know that. It makes you thrilled actually to get back at him even just a little. It’s like a success to get a reaction out of him. There is a playful smile lingering on your mouth as you roll your shoulders back, and you are eyeing both of them. “But he started it.“

…

You finished out practice. Doing the routine a million times until it was perfect just like Tashi wanted. After showering and changing in the locker room, you head out to make you way to your car. Before you can open your car door, a familiar blond makes his way over to you. He’s shirtless now, sweaty t-shirt long discarded somewhere halfway through practice. His hair is drenched in sweat. Making his golden curls appear more bronze.

He has that small half smile on his face, mimicking the one from earlier, “Thanks for that back there. At practice.”

Smile spreading across your face, “I meant it. You’re really good.”

“It’s okay, I know you were just trying to piss Patrick off. Even if you didn’t mean it, it was fun to watch him not get what he wanted,” he shrugs.

You drop your duffle bag on the floor before taking a step closer to him, “I meant every word I said. You should be the team captain,” flitting your eyes up to meet his blue ones. Pressing a hand against his exposed chest, chilled from the sweat cooling him down. Sliding your hand down to let your fingertips graze over his muscles stopping just above the waistband of his shorts.

Blush blooming on his cheeks as he makes eye contact with you, “U-um thanks,” he clears his throat trying hard to focus on your face and ignore the feeling of your hand on his body so he doesn’t get too excited, “There’s gonna be a party tomorrow at our frat house, to celebrate the end of the season. You should come.” He takes a second before adding on, “You can bring the whole team if you want. Even Tashi. I know she and Patrick aren’t speaking but I don’t really care.”

He didn’t want to seem to forward, like he was asking you out. So he invited the whole cheerleading team. Even though he does want to ask you out. Clearly he isn’t reading the situation any different from you but he also still hasn’t been able to decipher if you really like him or you just want to get to Patrick by using him. It wouldn’t be the first time a girl has done that before.

“I’ll be there.” You slowly drag your eyes down his body so that he knows you’re checking him out, when you spot the tent in his shorts, “I-I’m sorry. I don’t usually—“

You cut him off, “It’s fine.” You let your fingers graze ever so slightly over his hardness before walking backwards towards your car, “Maybe I can help you out with that at the party tomorrow.”

He watches as you bend down to pick up your bag and make your way to your car. Holding his stare as he watches you drive off. Fuck.

…

They won the championship game. No shock there since they’ve been undefeated for two seasons in a row now. Most people would attribute that to Fire and Ice, the perfect duo. Best friends? Secret lovers? Frenemies with homoerotic tendencies? Who cares. They were the best quarterback and wide receiver duo in their conference.

After inviting the team to the after party, Tashi pulled you aside to say, “You sure this is how you wanna play this?”

Shrugging, you lean against the locker in the locker room, “I’m having fun.”

She nods tightly, pushing her hair back behind your ear, “Have all the fun you want,” She says with a small smile that doesn’t reach her eyes. Then she continues, smile dropping resuming her usual neutral facial expression, “Don’t bring that shit to my practice again.”

…

Later that night, you make your way to the party with a few other people from the cheer team. Showered and changed from your sweaty cheer uniform into something more party friendly, a black mini skirt and pink halter top.

The frat house is packed. People littered all over the front lawn and porch, so you can only imagine how many more people are inside. Music pounding, loud enough to hear from the outside. Before you can try the door to see if it’s unlocked, it swings open to reveal a clearly tipsy Patrick Zweig.

Despite the tiff you guys had yesterday, he’s still smug. Black Ray Bans framing his face, why he’s wearing sunglasses inside is beyond you. Smirk spreading across his face, “Miss me already?”

You roll your eyes scoffing, “You gonna let us in or what?”

Sliding his glasses down the bridge of nose before he steps to the side, letting you and your friends walk in. Making sure that you know he’s looking you up and down.

Your friends continue making their way into the party when Patrick grabs your wrist, “C’mon let me get you a drink.”

His hands are…big. Bigger than you remember. You weren’t really looking before anyway. But now that his hand was almost engulfing yours, it was hard to miss. Stomach twisting in a way you didn’t want to admit to yourself. Your eyes locked on to where his hand was holding onto your wrist for just a second too long has him saying, “You know what they say about big hands…”

Yanking your hand out of his grip, shaking your head no, “It’s feet. Where’s Art?”

Grabbing your arm again to pull you into him, colliding with the solid muscles of his chest. He huffs, “He can’t fuck you right. I know he can’t. He’ll finish in two minutes. I promise you don’t want him. Let me take care of you,” mumbling as his hand finds your waist and his lips graze your ear.

A shiver runs up your spine, goosebumps peppering your skin. No. You can’t do this. Not here. And definitely not with Patrick. Snaking your hand through his curls to pull him away from you by his hair. Looking directly in his green eyes, pointing to your lips to emphasize the words you’re about to say, “Not. Gonna. Happen.”

You don’t stay to watch his reaction. Turning your back to him to walk away, barely hearing as he calls out, He can’t fuck you like I can!

Yeah you need a drink.

That’s where you find Art. In the kitchen, backwards baseball cap on with curls spilling out the sides. Leaning against a wall, red solo cup in hand as he laughs at something. Eyes bright, posture relaxed. Very different from the sharp precision and focus he brought to football practice.

He’s talking to another guy, you’ve seen him before but can’t place where. Maybe he’s also on the team. Then his eyes fall on you. He keeps a small smile on his face as he excuses himself from his conversation to make his way over to you.

“You made it,” He smiles fully this time. A little giggly too, maybe he’s also tipsy.

You nod, his smile contagious. He looked almost radiant, basking in the afterglow of winning the championship final.

“Wouldn’t miss it. Wanted to see our star wide receiver in his element.”

He quirks his eyebrow, laughing some more, “You think this is my element? Frat parties?”

Shrugging and taking another sip, chewing on the lip of your plastic solo cup, “I mean you are a frat bro right? This is your frat?”

“Something like that. I mean Patrick’s the president, I’m just treasurer,” he shrugs finishing off his drink.

Hearing Patrick’s name irked you. It made your skin crawl and your stomach drop. Reminding you of the wet spot formed in your panties from when he grabbed you earlier. But you don’t wanna think about Patrick.

You want to focus on Art. The cute way his ears stick out and he smiles out the right side of his mouth. The way his t-shirt stretches perfectly over his biceps. And that hat. The backwards hat was doing a lot for him. You want to take it off of him. Along with all his other clothes. Well actually maybe the hat can stay on.

Stepping closer to stand on your tippy toes and lean by his ear. Pressing your hand on his chest to balance yourself, “Can we go somewhere quieter?”

He nods enthusiastically before leading you upstairs. Weaving you through crowds of people, around people on the staircase, and random people making out or passed out in the upstairs hallway. Unlocking his room door to lead you inside.

“I keep it locked during parties because I don’t want people having sex in here,” he over explains.

His room is neat. Almost too neat. Too neat for a guy his age anyway. Bed is perfectly spread, desk is orderly. Even his closet looked well organized from what you could see. Trophies and medals lined the top of his dresser, all for football, but awarded for various reasons. You take your time looking through them reading things like “Most Improved” and “Offensive Player of the Year”.

“How long have you played?” You look back at where he’s sat on the side of his bed, watching you intently.

“Almost 12 years now, started in middle school.”

“With Patrick?” Internally cursing your mind for bringing him up right now.

He nods, “Yeah we both tried out together and made the team. Three years after that he ended up playing quarterback in 8th grade, even though that was position I was gunning for. But we worked so well together with me as wide receiver it’s just been that way ever since.”

“Sounds like Patrick.”

He snorts in response to your comment, “I mean I've gotten over it obviously.”

“So quarterbacks throw the ball and wide receivers…catch the ball?” You ask, making your way over to sit next to him on his bed. Making sure your thighs touched his.

“Yeah you get the gist,” he smiles.

Running a hand through his blond curls, making sure to scratch his scalp lightly. He leans into your touch letting his eyes slip closed for only a second. Blinking back open to meet your eyes. Briefly flickering down to stare at your lips.

Keeping your hand in his hair to crash your mouths together. It’s sloppy and anticipated from all the tension in the room. Tugging at his hair lightly to pull a moan out of him. He likes hair pulling, got it.

Fully exploring each other’s mouths as your tongue licks into his mouth and his into yours. You pull your shirt off exposing your nipples to the cool air. Art only stares for a second before connecting your lips again and tweaking one of your nipples between his fingers while groping a handful of boob on the other hand.

You pull away to ask, “Can I suck you off?”

He nods dumbly, taking off his hat to pull off his shirt and his shorts and briefs in one go. When he goes to sit against his headboard, you crawl between his legs on all fours.

“You’re already fully hard from just a little kissing and touching, that’s cute.”

He stretches his arms, interlacing his hands behind his head, “M’sorry I just—fuck.” Getting cut off by you lapping your tongue around his pink tip swollen with arousal.

Sinking down until your nose reaches his public hair. It’s neatly trimmed which would have surprised you if you didn’t already notice how his legs were also completely hairless. You wonder how often he shaves.

Bobbing your head up and down while using your free hand to work his balls. He’s whimpering and moaning a lot. Involuntarily bucking his hips up into your mouth from time to time, mumbling out apologies.

You pull off to let him know it’s okay, about to offer for him to fuck your mouth if he really wants to until the his bedroom door creaks open.

The man you could never seem to escape in your brain or in the real world, makes his way into Art’s room without a care in the world, “And what do we have here?”

You stay in your place, not wanting him to think you’re frazzled even the slightest. Art speaks up, a bitter edge in his tone, “Fuck off Patrick, we’re busy.”

“Well that much I can see,” he creeps towards the bed, eyes staring at where your panties are exposed under your skirt since you’re still on all fours, “Let me join, promise you wont regret it.”

Words piecing together in your brain to decide what you should say to Patrick when Art replies again, “Can’t you just let me have this?”

You keep your hand gripping the base of his cock, not sure if you should let go or keep going. You’d ignore Patrick’s presence completely if you could.

“C’mon,” he drags out. He lets his fingers glide over the wet spot on your panties, pressing softly to test the water. Your body reacts before your brain can and you pushing against him. He moves your panties to the side to slip one finger into your tight heat. You groan pressing back against him, “See she likes it.”

Not being able to tell if he’s talking about you or referring directly to your hole angers you as much as it turns you on. “Fine. Is that cool with you?” Art asks.

You nod before adding, “Can you at least make yourself useful and use your tongue?”

You can already hear the smug in Patrick’s voice. He bends down, using one hand to keep you panties pulled to the side. Using the other hand to keep your pussy lips spread as he licks inside you. Slow and with the perfect amount of pressure. Alternating from licking across your clit, to plunging his tongue into your hole.

You press your head against Art’s thigh when Patrick starts eating you out like it’s the last meal on earth. Drool pours in Art’s before you feel him guiding his cock back on your mouth, and you gladly take it, sucking off the tip. The base wrapped around you hands him, ass grinding to Patrick while he suckles on your hole. His fingers rubbing your clit in a circular motion. Hand brushing your hair out of your face. Art’s eyes were looking down at you, admiring the view laid out in front of him.

Patrick’s tongue drags over your clit again, slow and firm, pulling a ragged moan from your throat that you swallowed back around Art’s cock. Thighs starting to shake, tongues making wet sounds that mix from your whine and Art’s broken whimpers from you licking and sucking his tip.

“Shit. S-Shit. Keep going, please,” Art babbles, and his hand grips in your hair, but he’s now thrusting up to fuck your mouth, hips twitching as you continue to suck him. Patrick chuckles behind you, his fingers slipping back inside your pussy that’s clenching around nothing, and it just lures him back in. He sucks hard enough that your hips jerk. “She’s so fucking wet for it, Art,” he says, letting his breath blow in front of your cunt, sending shivers up your spine. You pull off Art with a pop. Spit, making a string from your lips to his flushed tip, panting as Patrick’s fingers curl just right. It presses against that spot that makes you roll your eyes. “Fuck, Patrick-”

“Sounds so good when you say my name like that,” Patrick says before he presses his lips to give a kiss to your inner thigh. He licks you back up in slow motion from there to your clit, and that makes your ass grind back against his face. He’s enjoying getting suffocated by it; he even wants you to press it more. Patrick’s other hand is latched on your hips to keep you pinned down and steady. He makes sure to hold you close to his mouth and open as he works his tongue, and flicks it against your clit continuously.

Art’s hand goes back to your hair and brushes it out from your face. Chest rises and falls while he catches his breath. His blue eyes are wide, and his pupils dilate darkly as he looks down at you. “You look so pretty like this,” he praises you. You feel his thumb brushing across your bottom lip. He’s staring at you while you suck his thumb into your mouth and moaning as Patrick’s tongue thrusts into your pussy.

You whimper around Art’s thumb, teething on it, and you can feel your walls clenching around Patrick’s tongue. The smug satisfaction he has is so evident because of the little noises you let out. Your hips keep rocking back on his face unintentionally, showing that you are desperate for more. Patrick pulls back; his lips are shiny like they have a gloss on them, but your slick is the material, and he smirks when you whine at the loss. “Needy,” he teases, giving your ass a sharp smack that stings a little because of the hard impact. You are sure he did that on purpose.

There’s a rustle when he took off his shirt, and the sound of metal came from his belt being unbuckled. When you turned your head and looked over your shoulder, you saw Patrick standing naked. His body looks good; there are toned lines in his stomach and chest. You can see those little hairs that start from his navel that trail downwards. His dark eyes gaze down at your body.

The skirt still bunched around your waist, panties are pulled aside, and he clicks his tongue. “These need to come off,” he said while his fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties, dragging them down your thighs. He intentionally makes his knuckles brush your slick folds as he pulls them all the way off.

Patrick takes a moment, his thumb pressing against your swollen clit, and watches you flinch before he throws the soaked fabric he’s holding on the floor. After a few moments, his hands move to your skirt, pulling it down, leaving you completely naked on all fours between him and Art. With that, his hand wraps around his cock, his eyes locked on your pussy and how it clenches around nothing. He can see the way slick drips down to your thighs, making him just want to lick it. “Fuck, take a look at that,” he mutters. “You’re ready, aren’t you?”

Your lower lip is caught between your teeth before you glance over your shoulder, hair sticking to your cheek, breath shaking. “I want you both,” you admit without any shame from saying it. “At the same time.” Patrick’s eyes flick to Art’s like they’re talking to each other silently, and maybe a challenge is passing between them. Art swallows, hand wrapping around his flushed cock, precum smearing across his thumb. “Are you sure you can take it, pretty girl?” Stomach pulling in tight ropes when you heard how soft he said that, and a smirk formed on your lips before you said, “Try me.”

The two of them quickly moved around, and you did too. It’s like they already planned it in the way they switched their positions. Patrick is now on the bed and lying down, and Art is on the edge of the bed like he’s waiting for something. Patrick pats his thigh. “C’mere, baby.” It didn’t take a minute before you crawled over, straddling him, cunt hovering over his cock as your hands palmed flat on his chest.

Behind you, Art’s hands slide up and down, caressing your thighs while he moves to kneel on the bed. Patrick’s thumb brushes your clit, making you jumpy. “Look at you,” he mutters. ���So fucking ready.” Art bends down a little before he presses a kiss to your spine. “You’re going to take us both,” he says, and the excitement is evident from his voice. “Going to let us fill you up.”

Fingers tracing Patrick’s chest before you nod and take a deep breath. “Yeah,” you mutter, “I can take it,” Patrick smirks. He rocks your hips to make you grind and slide your folds on his cock while Art presses his chest to your back. Lips still kissing your spine with his cock nudging your ass and precum smearing against the skin. “You’re going to take us both, huh?” he rasps before thumbing your clit. “Gonna let us stretch you open?” Your hands dig into his chest as you nod. “Please,” you whimper.

His hands are cold but steady as he holds you down while Patrick’s cock remains lined up, ready to put it inside you. Both eyes watch you when Patrick’s cock continues to slide between your folds and Art’s doing the same behind you. “Hold her,” Patrick mutters. Art hums, gripping your waist with his left hand before he holds out his right hand in front of Patrick’s mouth and spits into Art’s hand. A shiver runs down your skin as Art brings his slick hand between your cheeks, his thumb rubbing slow circles around your tight hole. His other hand presses between your shoulder blades to push you more down to Patrick’s chest. “Relax for me,” Art murmurs.

Patrick’s finger teases your clit with your thighs already shaking. Art leans down just to spit directly onto your hole before working it in with slow circles so he can press a finger. Patrick grins, cock nudging your entrance and pushing in before just pulling back quickly. Clearly, he’s teasing you. “That’s it, baby,” he rasps, “let him get you ready.” Art pushes deeper, slow, stretching you open as you whimper, adding another finger, scissoring them, and the burn mixing with need pooling low.

You can feel Patrick’s cock twitch under you and him leaking against your folds as his finger continues to circle your clit. “You look so fucking pretty like this,” he groans, eyes flicking between your cunt and Art’s fingers working your ass open. Art leans in, murmuring, “Are you ready for us?” That earns a whine from you, and eyes flutter, breath shaking as you nod. “Yeah,” you whisper, “I need you both.” Art keeps moving his fingers in your hole, and your thighs tremble; the burning feeling from him preparing your hole to get fucked is turning to hot, aching need. Patrick’s cock slides through your folds with every rock of your hips just to get pleasure from the pain of having Art’s finger inside, teasing without giving in.

The hand lifts, fingers hooked inside, and Art’s palm is out toward Patrick again. “Spit.” There’s a smirk on his lips before he leans forward to let thick saliva drip directly into Art’s palm. He rubs it between his fingers as he glances at you. “Your turn.” Heat flares in your cheeks as you lean down and spit into his hand, mixing with Patrick’s. Art hums, looking satisfied, as he rubs the mess across your hole, and slick drips run down your thighs. “Good girl,” he murmurs, spitting again directly in your hole before pressing deeper, stretching you open, and Patrick continues to circle your clit.

“Relax,” Art whispers, kissing your shoulder, and he continues to work you open. Hips twitching, pressing back to his digit that feels more slick and pleasurable now. Patrick’s cock nudges your entrance, slipping in before pulling back, making you whine. “Please,” you breathe. Hair falling around your face as you cling to Patrick’s shoulders. “Please, I want it.” Patrick’s eyes meet Art’s before he grins, and his cock twitches under you. “Are you ready, sweetheart?” he asks with his voice sounding rough. Art slides his fingers out, watching your rim clench around nothing and spitting one last time just to rub it in slow circles. “She’s ready,” Art says, hands gripping your hips.

Art shifts, lining up, the hard head of his cock pressing against your wet rim that makes your breath catch and mind go hazy. You feel the stretch and the burn as he pushes in and wrecks you open. Your hand grips the sheet, and the other is held by Patrick, legs trembling. “Breathe, baby,” Art murmurs, his warm hand steady on your hip. You exhale shakily as the thick slide of him pushes past your tight ring inch by inch. Your body pulsing around him. “There you go,” he bottoms out, buried already.

He holds you there, just letting you adjust with your hips twitching helplessly. Your forehead latches down to Patrick’s shoulder with a whimper slips out from your mouth. His hand still between your thighs as he continues to work his thumb against your clit in a slow and teasing circles that makes your pussy clench. You know he’s doing it just to ease the pain from Art’s cock. “Good girl,” he says, stroking himself between your bodies as he watches you tremble, slick dripping down your thighs. He lines up, tip brushing through your folds. The heat makes you twitch. “Think you can take me too?” he asks, voice low.

Head nodding at his question, breath hitching, and a choked moan leaving your lips before your hips rock back. You are desperate. Patrick grins, kisses your shoulder, and then presses forward. You feel the head of his cock slipping inside your cunt. The stretch doubles as your body clamps around him. “F-fuck,” you whimper, eyes squeezing shut, and he sinks deeper. Bodies fluttering around both of them, just minds blank from the fullness pressing inside. Patrick pauses, forehead dropping to his head while his hands grip your waist.

“Doing good, baby,” praises come from Art’s mouth, his lips brushing your back, and his breath warm against your skin. Patrick shifts his hips slightly, watching your eyes flutter. “Yeah,” he adds, voice rough, “just like that.” Your breath catches, tears pooling in your eyes, hips rocking upwards, trembling as you silently beg them to move already.

Art rubs circles into your hips, pressing kisses to your nape as he starts to move, pulling back before easing in again. It’s slow and careful to let you feel every inch. “You’re doing so good for us,” he murmurs, and you feel the drag of his cock in your hole while your walls clench around Patrick. A choked moan breaks free from your throat, hips pushing back and chasing friction as your vision blurs.

Patrick laughs softly, rolling his hips shallowly inside your soaked cunt. It’s such a sight, both of them sandwiching you between them. It’s filthy and hot at the same time. Like a fantasy dreamland for you to get stuffed at the same time. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he grits out, lips brushing on your forehead like he’s kissing you for being good. “You like this, huh? Stuffed full, crying for us?” Your hips jerk, pleasure spiking more with Patrick’s words. Walls fluttering around him while Art presses deep. Heat pools low in your belly, and Art’s hand slides up your spine to ground you. “Breathe, baby,” he whispers, “you’re perfect like this.”

Lips pressed against your shoulder, teeth catching your skin as Patrick rocks in deeper, his breath hitching. “Bet you’re gonna come so fast like this,” he teases, “stuffed full, dripping all over me.” Your hands clutch his shoulders. Tears start to slip free as pleasure twists with the burn, your body trembling as they stretch you open. Patrick’s hips snap harder, the slap of skin loud, making you cry out. “A-ahh- Patrick-” you moan out, pussy clenching down around him. “C’mon, don’t tell me you can’t take it,” he mutters, grinning as he watches you fall apart. “Don’t try to run away now, you asked for this,” he teases.

He’s clearly way different than Art because he wants to push your buttons more by saying those humiliating words even though your pussy is already wrapped around his cock. Your glare is shaky, teeth sinking into your lip, hips rocking back anyway. “Shut up,” you snap, voice trembling as heat coils tighter inside you. Art’s hands tighten on your hips, grounding you as he keeps a slow, deep pace in your ass while Patrick’s sharp thrusts jolt you forward. “You’re okay,” Art whispers near your ear, peppering kisses on your back.

“Doing so good, baby.” He holds you steady as you melt around him, the burn turning to twitching and pleasure as he pins you down, building you up with every thrust. “Shit… Look at you,” Patrick pants, cock dragging against your walls until your eyes roll back and body shakes as you gasp. Art cradles your jaw, pressing a kiss to your temple, thumb brushing your cheek. “Just focus on me,” he murmurs, hips rolling deep behind you and Patrick also thrusting up. “You’re okay, pretty girl,” Patrick mutters, voice laced with mocking as he mirrors how Art says it.

Sweat drips as he thrusts harder, your glare breaking into a cry. “Fuck, you’re close, aren’t you?” Patrick taunts, slamming his cock in deep just to watch your mouth drop open, a choked moan spilling out. Head nodding, thighs trembling, another soft, breathless “nngh-mmm… shit- a-ah” breaking loose as your breath catches on each thrust. The sound inside the room is like porn you’d watch online: clap, clap, clap, wet slaps echoing, your sweet, high-pitched whimpers mixing with the rhythm.

Art’s hand slides down your belly, fingers brushing your clit without pressing, teasing until your hips buck with a needy gasp, a cracked “please- please-” falling from your lips. “Easy, baby,” he whispers, lips pressing to your neck as you let out another “mmm-h-hah…oh-” your voice all wrecked and cockdrunk. “Show me how good you can be.” Your eyes flutter, tears sticking to your lashes as you try to focus on Art’s calm voice while Patrick pounds that spot that makes your thighs quake.

“God, look at her,” Patrick scoffs. Fingers dig into your hips, forcing you down until your thighs burn, his thumb flicking your nipple until it’s stiff and aching, the air making it sting before heat rushes back. “Fucking desperate, huh?” he adds, sweat dripping as he thrusts up hard, a sharp slap of skin meeting skin, forcing a broken moan from your lips. “Fuck- fuck you,” you whimper, voice cracking, glare glossy with tears as your hips twitch, trying to lift off him, trying to get away, but your body betrays you and you are trapped between their bodies.

Art sinks you back down, clenching around them so hard, and it makes a slick, messy squelch, wet dripping down to their balls. “I fucking- ah- hate you,” you hiss, but the message is for Patrick, the words shaking. Tears slip down your cheek as your thighs tremble violently. A hand slides up your spine, brushing sweaty hair off your face, Art’s mouth pressing warm and soft to your shoulder. “Don’t listen to him,” Art tries to calm you down, voice low, his thumb circling your clit in slow circles that make your hips jerk.

Breath catching in a high-pitched gasp, mouth falls open, and there’s a choked sob tumbling out before you can swallow it. “S-stop- d-don’t-” you stutter, but your hips keep rocking. Keep grinding down on Patrick’s cock, your body begging for more even as your glare cuts at him. “Yeah?” Patrick grunts, and his hand grips your thigh harder as he thrusts up again. It’s deeper, making your breath shatter into another squeak. “Is that why you’re dripping all over me, princess?” Another desperate cry breaks out of you. Glare folding into a helpless, needy moan as your eyes roll back and your hands claw at Art’s arms to ground yourself.

“Shut up- shut the fuck up-” you gasp, voice thin and fucked, but your cunt clenches again, loud and wet. Your body trembles as Art’s thumb drags across your clit, pressing down just enough to make you whimper. “H-hate you- hate you-” you cry, hips still rocking helplessly, unable to stop. Your mouth dropping open with another high, wet moan, and spit dripping from your lip onto your chest. “Keep lying to yourself,” Patrick growls. Your sweat drips onto your belly as his cock grinds deep, which pulls another sob out of you: “Pussy’s telling the truth.”

Your glare melts into a broken, pathetic noise, nails digging into Art’s forearm as your body keeps taking it, dripping and clenching, hatred curling into hot, helpless need as you choke out, “F-fuck you- ugh- fuck-” Patrick’s hand grips your thigh before he pulls back just enough to slam back in at the same time as Ary does, the movement making you jolt with a strangled cry. “Fuck, that’s it,” he groans, hips jerking, “keep squeezing us like that.” Your breath breaks with a sob catching in your throat as your body shakes. “Pat,” Art warns him, voice low. His fingers are still circling your clit and making your hips twitch. “You want her to cum before we’re close?”

“Maybe I do,” Patrick smirks, and that earned a glare from Art, but he just thrust his hips deeper, hitting that spot that makes your legs quake. Your head drops backwards, and Art holds you to balance your body, and there’s a strangled sound when clenched around Patrick. You are trembling, held open and ready to break. Nipples brush against Patrick’s hands, clit throbbing under Art’s touch, and cunt clenching around Patrick as he keeps fucking up into you, deep and sharp. Both of them make you cry out. “Easy, sweetheart,” Art gently murmurs, thumb working soft circles on your clit that make your legs twitch. “Don’t come yet, okay? You can wait for me.” Patrick grunts when he hears what Art said, “Hear that, princess? Hold it. Be a good girl for him.”

Your thighs shake, your breath catches, you are stuffed and trembling, and teetering on the edge. They keep you between them, wet and aching, and ready to fall apart. Art slides out slowly. Your ass clenches before he pushes back in deeper, hips flush, and holds you steady as you gasp. “Breathe, baby,” he whispers, rocking in slow, deep grinds that make your walls flutter around Patrick’s cock. Patrick drags against your sweet spot, making you cockdrunk for the two of them. A strangled moan tearing from your throat. “Fuckin’ greedy, aren’t you?” he rasps, his hips punching up, your cunt slick and loud with every thrust.

Art keeps a steady grind, thumb brushing your lower back. The heat keeps building, and your body shivering as they keep you pinned. “Shit,” Patrick groans, his fingers digging into your hips. “She’s so tight every time you move, Art,” Patrick mutters as he watches Art lean down, kissing your shoulder. “You like it, don’t you? Letting us use you like this.” Patrick adds and there’s a satisfied smirk on his lips when you nod.

Tears slipping from the pressure and heat, every nerve awakens as they keep you trembling, and stuffed so full from their cocks. You can’t think and just let obscene wet sounds happen as your clit drags against Patrick with every push. Your body feels like it’s going to break, thighs quaking, breath ragged as they deny you, building you up until your body begs.

Patrick keeps thrusting up harder, hitting so deep your vision blurs, your hips jerking back into Art as he fucks your ass in slow, heavy rolls. Each push makes your hole even more stretched, and breath catching in your throat. “C’mon, princess,” Patrick pants, sweat dripping down his temples, “Gonna cum for me already?” Art’s hand presses between your shoulder blades to keep you steady as he leans down. He’s pushing in deep with a controlled exhale, hips rolling smoothly and pelvis hitting your ass that makes it jiggle. “Don’t rush her,” Art mutters, pulling out nearly to the tip before sinking back in. Patrick scoffs before dragging his thumb back over your clit. “Yeah, let’s see it.”

Your knees buckle, mouth dropping open, drool falling on Patrick’s chest as you let out a sharp, high-pitched “nnh-ah-mhm-fuh…fuck,” with your eyes rolling back. You look good with your lashes damp with tears and can’t properly open your eyes. “Yeah, look how well she’s taking it,” Patrick taunts with a big smug smile on his lips as his eyes lock on your face, watching you tremble.

“You’re dripping, baby. That desperate?” You try to glare at him when he said that, but it breaks on a hiccupped, “N-no… hah-ah- nghh p-please-” Your hips jolting as Patrick’s thumb circles your clit in slow, mean swipes that make you jolt jumpy and thrusting back at Art’s cock. You feel your thighs trembling while you take two cocks in your body.

“Easy, sweetheart,” Art soothes you, brushing your hair off your sweaty face, pressing a soft kiss to your nape. Just hearing his warm and calm voice makes you crumble. Patrick’s thrusts get hurried like he has a mission to squeeze out cries from your throat. The wet slap of skin from the three of you echoes inside the room.

“Gonna come for him, huh? Not for me?” Patrick asks, hand gripping your hip hard. Art’s hand cups your breast, groping it. His thumb brushes your nipple as he fills your ass in slow thrusts and forces you get down onto Patrick’s cock until you’re taking all of him. “She’ll come for both of us,” Art corrected his voice low against your ear but enough for Patrick to hear it too. Lips brushing your skin, and chest pressing to your back like he’s molding himself into you. “Isn’t that right, baby?”

You can only babble, “please- please- it’s too much- hahh- c-can’t- so f-full-” hips grinding down helplessly as you feel your release coming and your body a trembling mess. “Don’t you fucking dare hold back,” Patrick snarls, slamming up so hard your vision sparks. Body jolting and their cocks making you spill out, “ah h-hah- fuck- p-please… please… so deep- ” with your spit glossing your lips.

“Want to see you cum, baby.” Art’s breath is warm in your ear. “Let go, baby. We’ve got you.” There’s no stopping it. You know you are close with the way your body locking up, cunt squeezing around Patrick’s cock, ass spasming around Art’. It doesn't take long before your entire body shakes violently as your orgasm rips through you. “Nngh- fuck- oh g-god- ah…!” you scream, head falling down and almost hiding in Patrick’s body.

Can’t help your eyes rolling as slick gushes around Patrick’s cock, dripping onto his balls. Thighs shaking uncontrollably as they hold you down, letting you cum and shake between them. “Fuck, that’s it,” Patrick growls, thrusts stuttering. His cock twitching in your pussy before he spills deep inside you. His hips keep moving voice shaking while he stuff more of him inside, “Shit… f-fuck, take it- take it-” Art’s thrusts pick up slightly when Patrick finishes, pressing deep as his thumb find your clit again, and making you sob, “P-please… no more- c-can’t… it’s too much,” overstimulated, but your cunt and ass keep clenching, milking them.

“Shh… that’s a good girl,” Art murmurs, pressing his forehead to your shoulder while he sinks in deep. His hips rolling and pelvis deep as he lets go, cock pulsing inside your ass. He groans, low and controlled, “God- yeah… just like that,” his hand smoothing over your stomach, grounding you while shaking through it. Body is pinned between them.

You are boneless already with your body twitching as cum drips out, and sweat cooling on your spine. The room is filled with your soft fucked-out whimpers, broken sobs, and their low rough curses as they ride out their highs inside you. After taking some minutes, they let you drown. You’re soaking Patrick’s stomach, slick dripping down his balls, your body limp.

They pull out together, your cunt clenching around nothing. The cum from your pussy and ass starts running down your thighs while your legs nearly give out. But Art manages to catch you, lifting you while Patrick slides out of the bed. Both of them handle you gently now, laying you on the bed, hair fanned out. Your chest heaving as you stare up, glassy-eyed. Patrick spreads your thighs, eyes dark and gaze tracks to the mess on your legs. Art’s hand touches your head and brushes them out of your face before he leans down to kiss your temple down to your nose, jaw, and your lips. His kiss is so soft that it makes you hold him and close your eyes.

Hips twitch when you feel Patrick’s lips on your inner thighs. You don’t even notice him opening your legs and kneeling down to bite and kiss them until you really feel it. His tongue moves from your inner thighs to higher from there and lips brush your mound but don’t go lower, warm breath making your overstimulated cunt clench as Art’s hands rub circles on your stomach. His mouth moves to your chest, sucking softly at your nipple, tongue flicking over it before rolling the other between careful fingers, letting you float and recover from the high.

They don’t rush you, they just let you feel them worshiping your body and not wanting to get another orgasm out of you. Patrick’s mouth just continues to give the mound multiple kisses until he catches Art’s eyes and both of them stop. Then Patrick’s tongue slips out, giving your slit a single, slow lick, making you flinch with a soft gasp. Your hand flying to Art’s curls, gripping them. He pulls off your nipple with a soft smile. “Too much?” he asks. Your breath catches your throat before you shake your head and your thighs keep twitching. “N-No, just-” You don’t really know what to say especially when Patrick starts moving tongue to flick on your clit slowly.

“Look at me,” Art murmurs, tipping your chin up, thumb brushing your lip. “Good girl.” Patrick hums against your cunt, the vibration making you whimper before he pulls back, licking his lips. “She tastes perfect,” he mutters, squeezing your thighs but not taking more. Art’s hand drifts down from your tits and pausing above your belly button. “Let me?” he asks, and Patrick leans back and gives space to Art. “Go ahead.”

Art didn’t waste any time before he positioned himself where Patrick came from and lowered himself. Lips kissing where Patrick’s teeth marked you before giving your cunt a long, slow lick, tongue gentle but firm. You cry out softly, hips lifting before Patrick’s hand presses to your stomach, holding you down, making sure you won’t move much. “That’s it, baby,” Patrick soothes, kissing your forehead. “Let him take care of you.”

Art’s breath is warm on your folds. “Tell us if it’s too much, okay?” You nod, lips trembling. “I-I’m okay.” They share you like this, Art’s tongue moving in slow circles on your clit, not pushing inside your pussy hole, just letting you stay warm and making you gush more. Patrick’s hand drifts over your chest, brushing your nipples, his other hand tangling with yours, squeezing each time you gasp.

Art’s eyes flick to Patrick’s, and like they are talking through their eyes before Patrick leans down, kissing your chest, Art’s mouth lingering on your cunt. They don’t do anything to trigger another orgasm from you, their mouth and tongue moving in controlled motions and doing this just to stay more close and letting you go soft while being held by them. It doesn’t take long when you get tired and your eyes close shut with your body finally coming down from the high, but they didn’t leave you alone in the room like some other assholes would. Patrick kisses your forehead and stops sucking your nipples while Art doesn't lick your clit anymore and just rests his head against your thigh. The three of you just stay together in one room and their attention is just on you.

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[starlinggirll]

YOUR FAVORITE PLAYER – ૮꒰◞ ˕ ◟ ྀི꒱ა

AUTHORS NOTE — this is lowkk an old draft, i had to release it. also i lovee anything with dilf art sooo.

WARNINGS — predator-ish vibes, age gap (you're in your early twenties and he's in his mid thirties), sexual implications, pervy behavior

you were spoiled. of course you were.

you came from a family of actors, your parents being famous actors, your older siblings modeling, even your do uncles and aunts were famous!

you were the baby of the family. too young to act (or atleast in your father's eyes) but old enough to do a photoshoot here and there.

but god did you hate how much of a tennis fanatic your dad was. your whole family actually. you didn't get the hype, the constant work of moving your head to see where the ball is going.

but here you are, walking into the court because somehow your family was able to get front row seats. you sigh, placing your purse on your lap while seating down. "art!" you hear your dad shouting, you tilt your head, only to see a rather muscular man.

"its great to see you!" art says while giving your dad a 'manly' hug. art was like an inch taller than your dad, his muscles rippled when he hugged your dad, showing his biceps, forearms, veins. you dont realizing you're staring until you hear your dad. "sweetie, be nice and say hi." your dad orders. seeing how your mom, dad, and siblings were already greeted by him. "oh uh," you stand up, looking up at art. "it's nice to meet you mr. donaldson."

he grins, his hand engulfing yours completely. you were pretty, tiny, young, like in your early twenties, he assumes since you're still living with your parents. he cant tell whether you're the obedient type or the naughty type. "its nice to meet you too sweetheart." he bows down slightly to be closer to your height.

he stares into your eyes for far too long, long enough to make you start to squirm. "you like tennis?" he asks while looking at you up and down in a way that makes you both uncomfortable but desired. "uh, no not really." you mumble, looking away from him to look at the floor.

he tuts, standing up straight, gently patting your cheek. "ill make you like it. dont worry." you swear the world stops when you feel his calloused huge hands on your cheek. his words sound like a threat, but it makes your stomach turn in a way that's completely different from what you ever felt. he finally lets you go, giving your dad one last nod. "my win is going towards such a beautiful family you built." art praises your dad, nodding towards all of you. but his gaze lingers on you.

your dad laughs, nodding softly. "it couldn't be done without my beautiful wife over here." art chuckles before turning away. "you're all invited to the after party, its in my house. i cant wait to see you all there." he sounds confident, like he knows he's going to win. like he knows you will all go. you cross your legs, wanting to quell the throbbing inbetween your legs.

the game ends and obviously art wins.

he's so sweaty it makes him look even hotter. art approaches your family again, patting a towel to wipe sweat off his face. "see? you all are my lucky charm." he hums, making your dad laugh before art is walking towards you. he kneels down infront of you, his hand on your knee.

you dont understand how your dad doesn't see anything wrong about it, he would literally lock you up if you even showed interest in a boy your age. but somehow he doesn't bat and eye when art touches you. actually, he's too busy talking to someone else! "so, do you like tennis now?" art inquires, smirking. you shrug, bringing your purse closer to your chest.

god you're cute. with the way your lips jut out into a pout. he can feel himself getting harder by the second. "oh come on, all those points i did were for you, you know?" he purrs, tugging at your skirt teasingly. "i bet if i show you all of my awards you would love tennis." you roll your eyes before looking down at him.

he cuts you off before you can answer him. "its settled. you're going to my party, im expecting to see you there okay?" he leans in, his lips grazing your hair as he whispers into your ear. "wear something tight, and pink. you look beautiful in pink." your eyes widen, hands curl into your purse.

"anyway," he pulls away, grinning again. he walks away from you and approaches your dad again. "see you all at my party, cant wait to see you all!"

then he walks away, like nothing happened. like he didnt just make a mess out of your panties without even having to touch you.

[reigningqueenofwords]

Facts

Pairing: Dean x Reader Summary: You love telling Dean random fun facts, until you worry that he's annoyed with it. He assures you he really loves those facts...and you. A/N: I put wayyyyy more of myself in this than usual lol

Dean walked in the apartment he shared with you and froze. He furrowed his brow, trying to figure out what you were watching. He knew that voice, but couldn’t place it. Then he heard what sounded like an angry German and knew it was Star Trek. He would know Klingon anywhere. Partially because you binged nothing but Star Trek for weeks a couple months back, but also because you were also attempting to learn Klingon. He’d walked into the kitchen once while you were practicing, and he still wasn’t awake. It had scared the crap out of him. 

After he removed his boots, he went to the living room. Leaning on the doorframe, he watched you. You looked so relaxed, bundled in your favorite throw that he got you for your birthday the month before, and some snacks on the coffee table. “So, how many episodes have you watched today?” He asked. 

Whipping your head around, you grinned. Before you got up to greet him, you paused your show and rushed over. “Four.” You hugged him, getting up on your tiptoes to peck his lips. 

“Okay, I see the angry one you think is hot and the bald guy who all the women want. Next Gen?” He asked, smirking at how your face lit up that he recognized that.

“Yes!” You nodded. “Do you remember Data? The android?” 

He thought for a minute. “The one that I said kinda reminds me of you when you get serious? And how adorable it is?” 

You playfully rolled your eyes. “Yes. Well, he has an evil twin- Lore. Did you know Lore was supposed to be a woman at first? But Brent Spiner came up with the evil twin idea!” You loved having someone to talk to about this stuff. 

“That’s pretty cool.” He mused, glancing at the screen. “How about you finish this episode up, I’ll hop in the shower, then we can make dinner together, and we can watch a movie. What are we feeling today? Aliens? Predators? Marvel?” He knew that sometimes, even if you loved a franchise, you just did not want to watch it. 

After thinking for a moment, you went with one of your favorites. “How about one of the Alien movies? You can pick.” 

He gave you a teasing look. “Are you sure? Because every time we try to skip around you get fidgety and we have to start at the beginning again.” It really didn’t bother him. He had his own little ‘quirks’. He loved how excited you got about things you loved. “We can start with Prey today, and then every day after work we watch the next one after we make dinner together.” 

“Have I told you that you’re perfect lately? Because you are.” He knew you so well! 

Dean leaned down and kissed you softly. “You’re the one that’s perfect.” He playfully patted your backside before turning you to point you to the couch. “I’ll be out after my shower, babe.” 

Cooking with Dean was one of your favorite things to do. He did the chopping and slicing (you hated the feeling of raw meat and refused to touch it), while you did the actual cooking. Being a team in such a simple way meant a great deal to you. “So, what other Star Trek facts can you give me today, babe?” He asked, dicing up some onion. 

You thought for a moment. As much as you info dumped on the poor man when he got home from work, it was kinda hard to think of something you hadn’t previously told him. “Oh, did you know there have been over 125 Star Trek video games?!” You gasped. That was insane to you!

His hands stopped moving as he looked at you. “Did you say one hundred and twenty-five?” His voice was dripping with disbelief. 

“Yup! First one was in 1971. It was a text based game.” 

Finally, the sound of chopping resumed. “Jesus Christ that’s a lot.” He breathed. “I only remember hearing about the 3 you’ve mentioned.” Hearing Dean so flabbergasted made you giggle. 

“That even beats Mario.” That was another fact that had floored you. “Mario is at 119 games.” Grabbing the wooden spoon, you stirred the butter and garlic before Dean added in the onions. “But! The highest grossing game franchise of all time is neither. It’s Pokemon. It’s earned 90 billion between games, merch, books, and movies. And the best selling game as of this year? Tetris. I can get behind that. I love me some Tetris.” Sprinkling some salt and pepper in the pan, you were clearly focused.

All Dean could do while he chopped the chicken and listen to you was smile. Something about how your brain worked was soothing. “Yeah, you beat my ass at Tetris.” You’d gotten him to play a handful of times and completely wiped the floor with him. He was still waiting for you to face Sammy. Seeing you beat Sammy at Tetris would be awesome. 

“I’m nothing compared to the 13 year who beat Tetris in 2023.” 

“Wait, you can beat Tetris? I thought it was never ending.” 

You nodded, moving so he could put the chicken in the pan. “He was the very first human to do it. It’s so impressive. He was the youngest person to make it to the Classic Tetris World Championship.” Stirring the chicken, you used your other hand to check on the rice in another pan. “He got third.” 

Dean let out an impressed whistle. “Damn.” He chuckled lightly as he went to wash his hands. “I’m getting a drink, want one?” 

“Please? I think I have one Redbull left.” Some days you’d drink it like it was water, so you went through them pretty quickly. Other days you only craved actual water. There was no happy medium. 

“I’ll stop and get you some more tomorrow after work.”

Curled up against Dean’s side, you enjoyed how his arm felt around your shoulders. “Sarii, the dog, was adopted just for this movie. Her real name is Coco. And even more impressive, is that she’s a rare breed of wild dog. A breed that followed humans to cross the Bering Straight. That is a period actuate dog for this movie.” 

Dean ‘huh’d’ at that, his eyes never leaving the screen. Although the pair of you had watched this movie a handful of times, he still really enjoyed it. 

For some reason that gave you a tinge of uncertainty. Did you telling him random facts bother him? He’d never given you that impression before, but you were really bad at reading people. You’d gotten better with Dean, thankfully…however, you still missed things. 

For the remainder of the movie, you held back telling him the random little fun facts that you had stored in your head. You’d chewed on the inside of your lip so much it was sore. “I’ll go get the dishes from dinner washed up.” You said softly, getting up and taking the dishes from the coffee table with you. 

“You okay?” Dean asked, furrowing his brows. 

All you could do was nod. Your mind was running a million miles an hour, and while that really wasn’t something new, it normally didn’t have to do with worrying about annoying your long time boyfriend. Was he done with your facts after three years of them? The thought of not sharing those with him actually hurt. It was hard to just turn off. Could you do that if you needed to? 

Instead of going to press the issue, Dean decided to give you some space. He knew that pressing you would only make things worse. You needed time to work through your thoughts. When you’d been together just six months he’d pressed. You’d seem so off to him, and it bothered him. All that resulted in was you crying, unable to even explain what felt so off with you. He’d held you, hating that he’d made you cry. Once you’d calmed down you explained that some times something felt wrong, but you couldn’t pin point it. That you did you best to not let it effect people around you, and you’d do better in the future. Feeling off, like you wanted to peel off your skin, and not knowing why sometimes was maddening. 

Dean kept that in mind and let you come to him when he felt maybe that was happening. It had done wonders for your relationship. He simply made his way to the room he shared with you and got ready for bed. Every night, he’d get ready for bed first. You’d come in a bit after, do the same routine in the same way, then curl into his side. Some nights you couldn’t sleep, so you’d slip out of bed once he was asleep, not wanting to keep him awake. Knowing your routine was like home to him. At any given time he could tell someone exactly where you were, and likely what you were doing. 

Just twenty minutes later, you came in, still quiet. He watched you get out your favorite nightgown and make your way to the bathroom. While he waited for you, he tried to read the book you got him. Finally, the bathroom door opened and you made your way to the bed. Even though you weren’t acting like yourself, you scooted close to him and got comfortable. Leaning down, he kissed the top of your head with a small smile. 

“Can I talk to you?” He asked, setting his book down. 

“Sure.” You said softly, a knot in your stomach. 

He licked his lips before he started. “I know you really like your routine, and don’t like when things change.” He started. “I was hoping we could change something.” His thumb rubbed against your arm softly. 

“I can try to stop with my facts if you want.” You offered, thinking that’s what this was about. “I know it can get a bit much.” 

That made him pause. “Wait, what? I love your facts!” He assured you. “I always look forward to coming home and getting told some stuff you learned that day. Like that video game stuff earlier? Dude.” He was still impressed by that 13 year old. 

Shifting, you looked up at him. “Promise?” 

“I promise.” He cupped your cheek. 

“So what did you want to talk about?” You asked, an adorable look on your face. “I’m sorry, I am not trying to touch meat again.” The thought made you gag. 

Dean grinned, laughing as he shook his head. “Yeah, we don’t want a repeat of that.” Trying to surprise him for dinner one night, you’d attempted to make his mom’s meatloaf. He’d come home to a nauseous girlfriend and his mom in the kitchen. “I was hoping that you’d agree to marry me, and change our routine from being boyfriend and girlfriend to fiances.” It was his turn to have his stomach in knots. 

Your eyes were wide. “You want to put up with me for the rest of your life ?” The way you asked made it sound like the most ludicrous idea. 

“Babe, I’d ‘put up with you’ in this life, the next, and the one after that.” There was so much love in his voice that it brought tears to your eyes. 

“I’d love to marry you!” You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. “I love you so much.” Tugging the short hair on the back of his neck, you grinned at the sound he made. 

“I love you, too. I’ll give you your ring in the morning. Right now I’d like to celebrate.” He wiggled his eyebrows, a silly smile on his face. 

[askerror87]

Why it's important that Ramb isn't an American plug.

I know this is pedantic but I've been seeing a lot of otherwise great posts about Ramb that don't quite get that Ramb being British isn't a simple quirky throwaway nonsense detail. He's not British just for the sake of it- there’s a really important reason for that that actually says a lot about him as a character and why he ended up like this. I originally wrote this out as a reblogged response to this post but I realized that this was going to need a visual aid.

Most of the Plugboys we see in Chapter 2 are not only visibly supposed to remind you of a cat, but they are distinctly designed off of the Type B outlet that most Americans would be familiar with. (Note that Ramb's eyes, while still rectangular, are rounder and softer thanks to the eyebrows and beauty marks/ eyelashes/ smile lines/ however you want to interpret these pixels.)

[Image ID: Some Deltarune screenshots and pictures of electrical plugs. Descriptions in alt text. /End ID]

(Obviously, we see a variety of expressions from them throughout the game, which seem to primarily take inspiration from Type A, B, G, and possibly I outlets)

[Image ID: More sprites of the Plugboy with various expressions of stress and surprise, and a whole list of outlet types for comparison, all of which looking like faces. /End ID]

Ramb, however, is designed to be Like the Chapter Two Plugboys But Different BECAUSE he isn’t an American Outlet.

He’s a Type K power strip that Kris and Azzy stole from the Library.

Type Ks are distinct because of the roundness of their first two prongs and the semi-circle curvature of the third, giving them that signature ‘smile’ that Type Bs inherently lack because of how their plugs are shaped. They are also, as you may have guessed, very much European. (Type Ks, as pointed out to me by my friend @strangeandinteresting, are outlets that are primarily used in Denmark, but that they "do also reckon that a Danish accent would be harder to do in written format like that, so for the intents of him seeming 'other' the British (Specifically London, cockney(?)) accent is perfect". I grew up using Type K and other circular plugs, so my working theory is Toby primarily wanted to use a plug type that was distinctly From Europe first and foremost, and had the furthest possible 'expression' from a Type B.)

Ramb isn’t British and a Dog just for the sake of it- he’s Designed Like That because while Type Bs and Type Ks are visually very similar, they are inherently incompatible. You can’t put a European plug into an American outlet and vice versa for a variety of reasons, primarily because you will probably fry the thing you’re trying to plug in. To explain this as simply as possible, British (and other European) plugs are created in such a way where they include their own fuse (which is why the head is so big). Inherently, they are simply a more powerful and superior device because of how they are made. He’s also very portable because of this- power strips are supposed to allow you to Put More Things In Them.

As you can imagine, though… this is only the case if there’s actually something FOR THEM TO PLUG INTO. Whoever ordered Ramb (possibly Miss Boom) accidentally bought the wrong type of power strip. That’s also probably why no one from the Cyber World ever said anything about him- why he was never missed by anyone.

We see this foreshadowed by the Spamton Sweepstakes and its 2025 update. What’s the URL allowing us to access the greenroom page? /ramb. And yet, all traces of him are missing in it… beyond the door that Ramb guards for Kris stating plainly that ‘No one will shed a tear for him.’

Almost like he no longer served a purpose, no? Almost like he vanished without a trace???

This seemingly very small detail about his accent is actually one of many ways Toby gives us an indicator of him Not Belonging and to be able to cement it in this way by accent and character design alone is so good I’m going to explode-

He's supposed to be a shopkeeper but that job was delegated to a vending machine because Tenna didn’t want him handling POINTs. He's supposed to work the green room but he quit. He's supposed to be in the computer lab but no one noticed or cared that he went missing- nobody mentioned him in Chapter 2, nobody mentions him after you go to your Castle Town in Chapter 4. He has all the markings of a secret boss, talking about freedom, chaos, and remarking about big shots, and facilitates play via a game (games are supposed to be fun, don't let it feel like a job, okay?). AND YET-

He doesn’t give you a shadow crystal. No, that’s for the REAL secret boss. He doesn’t give you an item. That’s for the other REAL secret boss.

Something, SOMEONE, meant to be extremely helpful deprived of a use.

Jesus Christ is Toby good at making characters.

Bonus: if werewires are meant to be dogs-

Does that mean if Ramb was to be plugged in his werewire design would be more catlike? (Thank you to @gogogoat495 for the ID!)

[neuary]

Loved your Baby Saja x manegrr reader fanfic. As a lads girlie, can I ask if we are going to see a jealous Baby Saja reacting to mc fanning over the Lads male cast, after the "spicy' incident between them? Like he finds her actively pulling for a banner whispering " Please come home, please come home"at the screen in the dark in the middle of the night for her favorite love interests. Also are the other Saja boys aware of what happened between reader and Baby? If so are we going to see Jinu having a midmillenial crisis over this?

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MINORS DNI!! MINORS DNI!! MINORS DNI!! MINORS DNI!!

I can definitely see B.Saja to be the jealous type, however! He hasn't reached the level of romantic intimacy between the both of you.

So in a scenario where he looks over your shoulder to see you worked up on the game, he'd only tease you, asking what's so great about it. He wouldn't pretend to care about the lore you're suddenly dropping on him and immediately let's you know of his boredom, spitting a quick "Forget I asked."

You know, like an asshole.

And before his departure he gives you a cheeky smile, "But if you ever get bored of jerking off to the games on your phone—" He turns around, pointing to himself. "—you know where I am, Manager."

So in a scenario where he does have romantic interest bubbling up inside him ready to fizzle and pop, he would definitely still make fun of you. He doesn't exactly become jealous of the characters in the game, if that's what you're into, then that's your business. He does like interrupting you sometimes though, kissing in between your thighs as you try to clear a level in the deepspace trial. He'd ket you ramble on about the characters, his attention not fully there but he picks up most of the things you're saying. Knowing your fav's name and what he looks like. One of his guilty pleasures in this world is when you let him play on the game's claw machine and kitty cards. He FUCKING hates the fact that Caleb keeps beating him in kitty cards, he makes it his mission to win 3 times in a row in hard mode. He's also obsessed with the kitty badges, he got real life merch of the pins and has the peppermint kitty badge on one of his bags. Honestly, you're slowly getting him into the game's side quests. You're basically sharing your game account.

And honestly you wouldn't even have to pray for your faves to come home to you. You work for literal idols, the amount of pay their giving you can last you at least 7000 pulls and higher. Your favs come home to you everytime.

As for the other's finding out about you and Daewon doing it, yes, they do know. There has not been a time where Daewon has not pulled you into his room, a corner or somewhere secluded for a stress relieving make out session that may or may not lead to something more. What definitely gave it away were the hickies.

No, not on you. On him.

He wears it around the apartment like a badge of honor.

You try your hardest to contour it well enough when they're going outside and the little shit smiles at you with sexual implications in his eyes as you sit in front of him to do so.

The other's reaction to it had differed from each other.

But of course in this headcanon, it's not applied to the fic/drabbles that I'm about to put in this Mc!Manager AU, HAHAHAHA no no no, because B.Saja(Daewon) is not gonna be the first one to fuck Mc.

Romance would be the first to find out, he's somebody who probably loves drama and gossip around the apartment, and the fact that five people are the amount filling this area makes the walls thin for his enhanced demon senses. The first thing he does is tease you about it and may or may not have implied that he wanted some of that as well. You think about it, telling him you might let him hit if he stopped leaving dirty dishes in the sink.

Abby would be second, who heard it from Romance. Honestly I can see him not really caring about it, like good for you both by getting some. He does wonder when it'll be his turn because he's been flirting with you for weeks now and somehow the biggest prick gets to fuck you first? So unfair dude.

Mystery would just walk in on you both in the kitchen making out, he'd go grab something in the fridge and not say anything loll. You're not romantically involved with him enough for him to care and I think he's not really the type to ask a lot of questions about it.

Jinu already knew before you two even started fucking. Hell, you were undressing each other with your eyes and he saw right through that. He doesn't care, his focus remains on his objective and promise for Gwi-Ma.

I'll give you guys something trust but just know that the reason why most of them aren't even jealous is bcs I just can't see them as the type to. And the romance is still starting to spark, so let's let it burn a bit hehe.

Hope I answered all of ur questions so far!!

—neuary

[overlordneptune]

Narumitsu.

I love them. Like a lot.

Every time I think of them my heart swells.

I really can’t properly express with words how great I think narumitsu is as a concept.

I mean, the only reason I got into Ace Attorney and spiraled into glorious obsession for several months (typically my hyperfixations last just a couple weeks) was because I kept seeing fanart of them and thinking to myself holy shit. This is peak. What the fuck. Who ARE these guys?!?

I just think their dynamic is the best thing I’ve ever seen and I want to stare at them day and night, simply *existing* in multiple angles, situations, universes, media…

I want to put them under a microscope damn it! And study their goddamn relationship and write a damn good scientific paper about it beCAUSE it’s so interesting!!

Back to the dynamic thing, it’s just something about the classic rivals to lovers thing with a dash of childhood friends and a great amount of wiggle room for personal interpretation, their canonical moments, both of their incredibly fun, interesting personalities, and their, in my opinion, innate chemistry that mixes together so well into a DELICIOUS cocktail that can and will feed me for decades in terms of ideas, content, and happiness.

It’s just nothing like I had seen before in a ship! I mean, listen, I described it above, I know they technically fulfill two very common tropes in shipping, but their relationship, at least to me, still constantly feels unique, always fresh, perhaps precisely because of that wiggle room mentioned earlier, perhaps because the game does such a fantastic job at characterizing both characters, perhaps simply because I love them so much.

But I love them so much BECAUSE of all of the above!!

I do think the main reason is that the characters are so enjoyable to watch do practically anything; the creativity and passion of the Ace Attorney fandom always manages to astound me, I believe the fact that the very games we love are so fun, and unique, and creative themselves that has created a community with creators that like to think of new ideas, put their own twist into the characters, and THAT is what makes narumitsu so great. Maybe.

Cause they’re so flexible! They are perfect, and enjoyable in any way shape or form; you can ANGST em, you can FLUFF em, you can make them have FREAKY GAY SEX or, my personal preference; ALL THREE IN QUICK SUCCESSION.

(You can also, of course, enjoy them platonically, which is JUST as awesomesauce)

I mean, never in my life has a fictional couple of dudes made me feel this insane and crazy and deranged. I have spent sleepless nights just reading fanfiction or, on occasion, simply THINKING about them for hours. My hyperfixation may be over, yes, but the passionate fire that narumitsu sparked in me continues to burn brightly even now.

But yes, when I first hit that Ace Attorney obsession peak they may have genuinely been all I could think of. To quote myself from a few months ago:

“WHATS THE POINT OF LIVING IF NOT NARUMITSU, YK? THEY ARE SO IN LOVE, PHOENIX YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY SMITTEN AND IT CAUSES ME PROBLEMS IN MY DAY TO DAY LIFE, I COULD THINK ABOUT GAY LAWYERS TILL THE END OF MY DAYS MAN.”

And:

“EVERY TIME I THINK ROMANCE IS DEAD NARUMITSU POPS UP ON MY FEED AND REMINDS ME WHAT LOVE REALLY IS.

IT’S GAY LAWYERS.”

And truly, that’s the crux of this issue, isn’t it? Narumitsu is just so peak, in so many ways, they inspire me to keep going sometimes I swear.

Before narumitsu, I had never even attempted to draw two people interacting, because I was bad at it! But they gave me the courage to try, I met them and I saw their love, and they skyrocketed to first place in my mind’s “Neptune’s top ships” list so fast they could’ve broken the sound barrier.

And I thank them, truly, for introducing me to one of the best things that’s happened to me, for bringing me into this game’s world of chaos, fun, distress, drama, love, fear, and lots of yelling. Because I love it. Because it’s now a part of me and because I will continue to carry its lessons and the joy it has brought me forever.

So perhaps it’s that love for them, that can be felt through the screen, in every comma, in every brush and pen stroke, in every word, sentence, breath, paper mache project, that makes them so great, the love for AA and narumitsu manifesting into the most wonderful creations, shared, enjoyed, loved.

All of this is to say, in a bunch of words, that narumitsu tops, and I love them very much.

Happy late narumitsu week!

[imbaebi]

Lemonade

ִֶָ࣪☾. 최종호 —

paring: groomsman!jongho x bridemaid!reader

genre: comfort and romance

warnings: wanting to get married, jealousy(reader gets kinda jealous of her friends)

wc / cc : 2.6k / 14.9k

a/n: this connects with Summer in White !! i lowkey really love writing this, hehe

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synopsis —---

weddings were fun. but it would get tiring if you were always the bridesmaid but never the bride. maybe lemonade could change that?

—-- ⪩⪨⪩⪨

Your friend had asked you to be a bridesmaid for her wedding. Of course you said yes. You loved weddings!

You arrive at your friend's house, she was having a mini celebration party for her friends, a bridal shower if you will—a week before her wedding. You ring the doorbell, as you shift the gift in your hand.

    “Ah! Y/N, you're here!” Your friend takes you into a hug. She pulls away and sees what you're holding. “I told you you didn't have to bring a gift, girl!”

    “How could I not bring a gift? It's your bridal shower, for flips sake!” You argue with a smile. She shakes her head defeated, it was too late to do anything about it.

    “Thank you though. Now come in!” She pulls you inside.

You both head to the living room where the shower was happening. It was decorated with green vines—your friend was obsessed—and white balloons. There were fairy lights too. You recognized everyone in the room, her bridemaids are your best friends too. You recognize her older sister immediately.

    “Hi everyone.” You greet everyone and they great you back.

    “Y/N!!!” Chaewon squeals, getting up to hug you. “I haven't seen you in like ages!”

Chaewon doesn't live around here, you only met her in person like 3 times of the years knowing her sister, most of the conversations happened through the phone. But you're still excited to see her.

    “Chae!! It's been too long!”

And the bridal shower begins. You all play games like who knows the bride the most, obviously Chaewon won but it was still fun nevertheless. You also played pingpong with shots, and limbo. You all have lots of snacks too because what type of party would it be without food?

Now to the bride's request—she wanted to play hide and seek. Now at all your grown ages you guys obviously said yes.

Your friend counts next to the front door. The only rule she had was to not go outside, so everyone runs around the house in search of a good hiding spot. Everywhere you checked was either taken or it was just terrible so you run upstairs, your friend's house had 2 extra rooms upstairs. One was the guest room and the other an extra room where she turned into her office. The office seemed like a good place to hide. You enter the office and slam the door shut behind you, only for you to almost let out a scream. You slap your hand over your mouth.

    “Oh shit! Sorry—I didn't know anyone was in here.” You apologize to the random man inside the office. You notice though, that the office had been turned into a temporary guest room it seemed cause there was now a bed in here with a very attractive man sitting on it.

    “It's alright.” He smiles at you, putting his phone down.

You hear your friend yell "ready or not, here I come."

    “Are you guys playing hide and seek?” He looks like he's about to laugh as he asks this.

    “Yeah. The bride's request.”

    “Of course it's my sister who wants to play this.” He shakes his head. Realization dawns on you.

    “Oh! You must be Jongho right?”  Your friend and Chaewon have a younger brother so this must be him.

    “Yeah, the one and only. What's your name?”

    “I'm Y/N. Say, Jongho.. you wouldn't mind if I hide in here would you? There's kinda a prize on the line and your sister's already seeking.”

    “I don't mind. You should hide in there.” He points to the closet.

    “Thanks! You're a real one.” you quickly get inside the closet, closing the door behind you. Just as you did so, you hear the office door open.

    “What do you want?” You hear Jongho say, his voice sounds annoyed and bored.

    “Did anyone come in here?” Your friend asks him.

    “Nope. I thought you told everyone I was in here so they wouldn't come in here. You literally exiled me to this room and kept from everyone cause I'm not one of your bridemaids.” You could almost hear the eye roll. Jongho was a good actor, you took note of.

“I didn't exile you.” She huffs.

“Whatever you say, Sis. And isn't it cheating to ask where people are when you're playing hide and seek, hmm? Are you that bad at the game that you have to resort to cheats?”

“Oh my gosh, shut up!” She says before you hear the door slam shut. Jongho breaks into laughter. He definitely was a younger brother.

You open the closet door, your friend was definitely not going to check in here again.

    “You definitely fooled her.” You say to Jongho.

    “Of course I did. She's my older sister, so it's easy.”

⪩⪨

The day before the wedding, it was the last rehearsal.

Ahri, Chaewon's daughter was crying. Ahri is the flower girl but she's afraid to walk down. Ahri's a little shy. Unfortunately her mom couldn't convince her to do it.

    “But mommy I don't want to anymore...” She says quietly to Chaewon who was crouched to her level. Chaewon looks stressed, she and her sister had barely gotten any sleep the other night trying to fix Ahri's dress since it came in a couple sizes too big and the neckline was too deep for a 6 year old girl.

Seonghwa comes over to his soon to be niece, picking her up. He walks to the end of the isle and spoke quietly to Ahri. You rub Chaewon's back in a soothing way. Three minutes later Seonghwa comes back with Ahri, he had some how convinced Ahri to not be scared and walk the isle. He literally worked some magic on that girl.

The practice went again from the top. The groomsmen would be at the alter with the groom already. The grooms parents would go down first after the bride's mom would go down next. Then the bridesmaids would go in the order—Chaewon, You, Eunsae, Hari, Seongyeong, Yoonhee and Christy. Then Ahri throws the petals down before the bride walks with her father. Then after the ceremony, the bride and groom walk together down the isle followed by Chaewon and Hongjoong, You and Jongho, Eunsae and Yunho, Hari and Wooyoung, Seongyeong and Yeosang, Yoonhee and Mingi, and finally Christy and San, then the bride and grooms parents are to follow shortly.

You hold onto Jongho's arm, a fluttery feeling in your stomach you chose to ignore as you walk down the isle a couple paces behind Chaewon and Hongjoong.

Jongho was barely a month younger than you but that didn't stop you from finding him handsome, there was a charm to him.

    “Okay you guys did great! Let's do the same thing for tomorrow, yeah?” The wedding planner encourages everyone.

They respond with a "yeah!!"

    “You did good, Y/N. You have a good sense of rhythm, you kept in time well.” Jongho notes.

    “I could imagine.. I've been a bridesmaid for as long as I remember.” It came out more bitter sounding than you meant it to. You laugh trying to mask the sudden tone. “I been in all the bridesmaids' weddings, if you didn't know. I'm an expert at being a bride's maid.”

You explain, scratching the back of your neck.

    “I see...”

    “You did good too, Jongho.”

    

⪩⪨

The ceremony was lovely, it was always lovely—the whole becoming one with your soulmate and living with them for the rest of your life. Something you always dreamed of doing but you couldn't even keep a relationship for more than 3 months...

The ceremony was almost over, it was now time for the groom to kiss his bride. Seonghwa dips your friend, kissing her in a dramatic romantic way. You smile, happy for them, really you were. But you felt something in your stomach. You were the last one of your friends the who wasn't married yet now. It stirred something in you.

You meet Jongho in the middle and grab ahold of his arm, he pulls you closer slightly. You notice, your chest warms.

    “You look very pretty.” He tells you quietly as you both walk down the isle behind Hongjoong and Chaewon. It took everything in you from screaming out loud.

    “T-Thanks. You look very nice yourself.”

Everyone in the wedding party finally makes it down the isle. It was time for pictures. There was a special spot outside dedicated for the after ceremony pictures. The photographer asks the bridesmaids to stand next to the bride and the groomsmen to stand next to the groom. The photographer takes a bunch of pictures for them. You held your smile up as best as you could, posing for the pictures. Finally it was time for the couple to take pictures with their parents, you let your smile drop a little. Not enough to raise concern for anyone but enough for your face to rest. Afterwards everyone moved to the reception hall.

Everyone was seated as there were congratulation toasts to the two being raised. You listen to the sweet words said by Chaewon and Hongjoong, the maid of honor and the best man. Their parents also spoke, that almost made you cry. Then Jongho was called up to the mic. He sang a song for the couple. This time you actually cried, his voice was beautiful as he sings the words of a love song for his sister and brother in law. Your teary eyes on Jongho and they never faltered.. His voice was almost hypnotic like a siren's song, causing you to fall for him a little more than you wished. His eyes met yours and you swore you almost melted. You wipe your tears as you tear your gaze away, face warm because he could probably read what was written in your eyes.

⪩⪨

After dancing for a really long time, your friend retires, she walks tiredly but happy to her husband. They were just so cute... You couldn't help but feel a little pang jealousy of your friend and Seonghwa. When was it your turn?

You sigh, needing a break from all the noise. You head outside to the terrace. The July night air was cool, chilly. You were only out there for two minutes before the goosebumps crawls up your arms. You didn't go back inside though, you couldn't. Not when you felt like this. You chose to rub your hands over your bare arms. You didn't even hear the terrace door open, you had only heard it click shut. You turn around and saw him. Jongho. He has two glass in hand. It was lemonade.

    “Hey. Are you okay?” His brows furrow a little bit.

    “...just fine.”

He comes closer and holds out a glass of lemonade. You look at the glass then you look at him, wondering if he had followed you out here. You take the glass from him and mumble a thanks. You take a sip of your lemonade and he does the same.

    “I know you said you said you were fine.. but if you want to talk, I'm here to listen.” He says gently.

    “You might think I'm pathetic and a bad friend...” You say truthfully.

    “Try me.”

    You sigh. “I'm feeling a little bit... Jealous. Like I've always been the bridesmaid since I was seventeen. All of my friends are married and I'm wondering when it's my turn, y'know? So seeing it happen once again...” You didn't finish instead you choose to laugh, humorlessly. “See what I mean by I'm a bad friend?”

    “I don't think you're a bad friend. You're just being human with human feelings. Hey, you even came outside so you don't make our friends' day about you. How is that being a bad friend?”

You think about his words, honestly a little touched. “I guess you're right...”

    “So... Is your boyfriend not proposing or something?”

    “Boyfriend? I don't have a boyfriend.” You say surprised, hand waving.

    “Oh. I assumed you had one since you're like really pretty.” Your cheeks warm at his words, you take a sip of the fresh lemonade.

    “Oh no..! I can't even keep a boyfriend, they all say I'm too boring.” You frown as you spoke quietly. “They don't want to wait for me.”

    “Those guys are seriously missing out. You're definitely worth the wait.”

    “Stop, you're just saying that.” There was a pause as you turn to look at him. He looks serious which catches you off guard.

    “I'm not,” he says softly. “I've only known you for a week but you... You captivate me. I really want to get to know you more, Y/N.”

    “I— are you sure?” You stutter. Your heart flutters too, beating fast.

    “Of course I'm sure. Why wouldn't I be sure?” Jongho furrows his brows.

    “well... I did say I was boring.” You remind him, nervously.

    “Boring how so?” He asks you.

    “I want to wait for marriage to have sex.”

He starts laughing, catching you off guard. You press your lips together, slightly embarrassed, neck growing hot.

    “I-I told you..”

    “No, no I'm not laughing at you, promise. Y/Nie that doesn't make you boring. This whole time I thought you just didn't like to go out and have adventures, that it made your nervous or something.”

You cheeks flush red, hopefully the blush you were wearing was enough to mask the heat as makeup.

    “So you wouldn't mind..?” You ask nervously, there was a bit of hope in your voice. A breeze came, waving your hair around slightly. Jongho uses his free hand to tuck the strands away from your face. You freeze at his closeness.

    “Of course I wouldn't mind, Y/N. You don't need to have sex to have a relationship. I wouldn't mind waiting if it that's what you want.” He spoke with such softness that it warmed your heart. His hand lingers in your soft hair. Your lips part, your eyes on his.

The lights from the terrace gave him a soft glow, making him look very attractive right now. Whispers of unspoken feelings drifted in the comfortable silence between the two. The moon was bright too, almost full and round as the stars danced around it giving the illusion of twinkling in the night sky. The uncertainty lingers in his finger tips as they caress your soft hair, he didn't want to do anything you didn't like but you looked absolutely gorgeous in the light green bridesmaid dress and with the small white flower crown around your hair. He wanted to kiss your soft looking lips, feel yours on his. They would fit perfectly against his, he had a feeling they would—a feeling that you were the one, the missing half of his life. You both had already walked down the isle together but he wanted to do it again but with you as his bride. This might be a little too fast but he's never been so sure in his life.

Another breeze blew by, causing you to shiver again, the goosebumps returning. Silently his fingers leave your hair and he begins to unbutton his suit. He puts it around your shoulders with softness, you feel warm instantly. His scent drowing your nose in such a pleasent way.

    “Thank you.” You give his cheek a quick peck. He smiles a shy grin.

    “I really do want to take you on a date, Y/N. If you'll give me a chance.”

    “I'd really like that.” You tell him, your eyes sparkling. His grin widens. “Can we go get some more lemonade?”

    “Of course.” You take his hand, fingers interlocking. It felt right. You two leave the terrace and enter into the hallway. The music from the reception room wasn't too loud out here, just faint for the doors were closed and the room was mostly sound proof.

    “Y'know, I was really nervous to approach you earlier... So I thought of offering you lemonade and using it as a conversation starter, cause I didn't know how else to approach you.”

You giggle. “Really? Well you're lucky I really like lemonade.”

You liked it even more now.

Extra scene (wc is 172):

Upon entering the wedding hall again, you notice that a couple of unmarried women lined up behind your friend. It was time for the bride's bouquet toss. The hall was loud, buzzing with voices of excitement—the superstition of the flower toss being the loudest of the talk. You and Jongho start making your way to the refreshment table to get more lemonade as the bride gets into stance to throw the bouquet.

Your foot catches at the hem of your light green dress, causing you to loose your balance. Everything happened so fast—you felt yourself tipping over when Jongho's arm goes to your waist catching you before you could fall. Then bam, flowers were suddenly in your arms. Everything went still for a moment, you and Jongho look at each other in shock. You weren't even intending on joining the bouquet toss. You begin to laugh at the obscurity of it all. Jongho's laughter joins in with warmth sending fuzzy feelings through your whole body.

Maybe this was a sign...

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@eumppapasmom,

[apollonia4]

Hellooo! May I request a teen!Mc? It's okay if not:) But basically, a teen MC who believes in "Respect goes both ways" and challenges authorities, ideals, opinions, etc. (But they're still respectful unless disrespected)

It's less about picking a fight, and more about learning and expanding their POV without following beliefs blindly. I hope this is okay and you get what I mean!:)) (Also, their whole thing is about fighting injustice, if that makes sense?)

Is requesting both the demon brothers and dateables okay?? Or is it too many? I don't think I saw this in your boundaries, so I'm sorry if it IS too much 😓

Hiii, thanks for requesting! I'll gladly write it and dw I see the vision, I hope I can write it well! ♡

{] Teenage rebel MC [}

MC is a teen who got into the Devildom and does not approve of the way they're treated. They think people down here should treat them with respect or they will get none from them. How do the brothers and the side characters deal with that?

Genre: fluff, gn¡MC, 《platonic》, headcanons.

Lucifer:

◇ The first born knows your attitude a little too well. He was like that once as well after all. But just because he is able to understand what you're coming from doesn't mean he's going to let loose so easily.

◇ It's kind of an unspoken challenge between you two where you try to get eachother to show proper respect. You add oil to the flame by openly disregarding his blunt and rude orders and rules and he brushes you aside like you're complitely irrelevant.

◇ After some time you get more accomodated down here. You start to understand eachother better and accept that your arguing is pointless. You are both rebels at heart who seek justice and this was your bonding quality. Lucifer will still try to keep you at bay when it comes to debating about authorities here so you don't get yourself in trouble though. You're kind of like his trouble child (sigh...another one).

Mammon:

◇ At first he feels insulted by your attitude. What do you mean you're not bowing down to the great Mammon as soon as you see him?? It irritates him that this human child can disrespect him so much. First, the athmosphere around the two of you is pretty tense, you don't really want to be around someone so arogant and neglectfull of your presence and he doesn't want to be around someone who shows him no respect.

◇ Arguing turns to some kind of sibling bickering, where insulting eachother and pulling silly pranks is kind of your ritual. When one of the brothers points it out you always deny it but deep down you know that you've grown fond of the demon and that he doesn't hate you so much too. You make it your goal to observe him and other demons so you can understand what place do they come from.

◇ He won't say it outwardly but he does respect you. A human more so, a teen human who got sent here all alone yet still became one of the most powerfull people in the 3 worlds?? Oh you have his respect alright. Feeling it you stop with your insults aswell, you're practically a found family. That causes some trouble for Lucifer cause Mammon and you share the same fiery temperament that causes you problems often..

Leviathan:

◇ You don't like the way Levi talks to you. You tried to be polite so you're confused why he's so mean for no reason. That causes you to sulk a little but oddly out of all the brothers, he seems to be the most chill in the beggining. He's just protective of his lifestyle that's all.

◇ You get that just fine so there's not much conflict between you. Not to say you are besties right away but you feel like you can make peace with this one. So you sit around in his room a lot, talking with him about the games, what they're based on etc. Levi welcomes the interest but is still a little untrusting cause what if you're just pretending??

◇ He is also surprised about position on people of power down here. Why are you saying this stuff, why do you want to put this person to justice, shouldn't you be like scared?? It weirds him out but fascinates him at the same time. You're like one of those MC's in the games he plays! Humans are odd, he thinks. Somewhere along the way of otaku conversations he starts to get why you think this way and honestly, he's not opposed to it. He thinks everyone should stand for their beliefs and he's going to support you when you do (even if he's a little scared)

Satan:

◇ Satan welcomes new perspectives, knowlege is power after all so he doesn't shame you for your way of thinking at all. Infact, he kinda agrees even though he's someone in authority himself.

◇ He's a respectful demon, he knows proper manners and won't insult you in any way (unless you anger him..). In a phase where you two get to know eachother, you have lots of conversations or debates about the way things are orchistrated here and in the human world. He is curious about your system of power and you're intrested to hear his.

◇ You have a mutual understanding when it comes to not wanting to follow beliefs blindly. It is in both of your natures to question, to learn and to seek out different interpretations. And unfortunately or fortunately this is yet another headache for poor man Lucifer cause now his most rebelious brother has a little menace at his side.

Asmodeus:

◇ Asmo embodies pure confusion when it comes to you. He just can't get you. Why would you bother to occupy your mind with such silly things and worry when you can just focus on yourself and be comfortable??

◇ Problem is his mindset comes from a place of privelege, Asmo has been of high rank practically his whole life, that's why he doesn't see reason in questioning authority. You remind him a little of Lucifer though. He can't help it but find you cute (not in a weird way) when you stand for what you believe so resentfully.

◇ Asmo is all about being open minded though so after a while he doesn't think your attitude to be silly anymore. He gets you, respects your boundaries and understands that there are some things you don't wanna do or say. Will jump anyone who says something bad about you or the way you behave. You appreciate his support cause now you can be yourself here and that's important for both of you.

Beelzebub:

◇ Beel doesn't really care in the beggining. You're not his burden. That's not to say he's not gonna protect you if something comes up. He's dismissive, not heartless. He doesn't have a hard time understanding your stubborness, he gets that you can feel bad in your circumstances.

◇ So when you two become closer he becomes much more protective if you. On only are you a kid but your controversial views could get you in trouble if you said the wrong thing in public. He understands your drive for equality and equity but he also knows how the Devildom is and he's not about to let you get hurt!

◇ On the other side, he supports your opinions and helps you with expanding your knowlege of the way things work around here. Your point of view is very important to him and he wouldn't dream of disrespecting you.

Belphegor:

◇ He welcomes your attitude. In the beggining he might've used you to set himself free from his prison but after getting to know you, he saw your uniqueness and took interest in what you two could acomplish together.

◇ You and Belphie are very similiar in terms of questioning the norms and the rules of society. You're like two sneaky gremlins who are a menace of every entitled lord in the Devildom. Sometimes you even gossip about them and loord Diavolo does Lucifer have to cover his ears because the things you say are atrocious (according to him)

◇ Sometimes you argue though because Belphie feels like you're too polite. You wanna find out yourself how big of a jerk this noble is? Fine! Go, be all smiles just don't go complaining to him later..But he'll plan revenge with you after anyways.

Diavolo:

◇ He's not gonna lie, he feels kinda sorry for you. A teen all alone down here..He knows how you feel. But he trust Solomon and the others to make you feel at home.

◇ Even though he is royalty himself he doesn't get mad at your opinions. He actually thinks your way of thinking can be beneficial to citizens down here. He thinks some demons should learn how to accept others. It would definitely be a big step for the exchange program which he cares so much about.

◇ It goes without saying but Diavolo makes sure you're comfortable down here and he will not accept any demon or angel talking down at you.

Barbatos:

◇ Barbs is...concerned. Both for you and of you. He doesn't seem to be very supportive of your attitude, he thinks it is nothing but trouble. He also thinks you're a bit silly.

◇ But he has to give it to you, questioning authorities and people of power is quite brave. He also likes that you're willing to listen and you're not as stubborn as a donkey. Your openness doesn't go unnoticed by him.

◇ He finds himself watching over you at some parties, like a father figure looking if their child isn't gonna bump their head on the edge of the table. Of course he doesn't treat you as a complete kid but he's there. Like a tree that shields you from the sun, not agressive, not possesive or overwhelming but reassuring so you know that he'll advocate for you if need be.

Simeon:

◇ Simeon is worried like the responsible guardian he is. He worries for Luke and he worries for you, he can't help it! You're both just so young! But you needn't worry, he's always gonna help you if you need it.

◇ He doesn't think you're ridiculous at all, he understands the place you're coming from and he won't admit it out loud but sometimes he feels like that too. He is always open to talk with you if you're frustrated about something in particular.

◇ He also understands your sense of justice. It's a drive, sometimes he has to hold you back before you storm off to knock some sense into an disrespectfull demon.

Solomon:

◇ He is pretty happy when he sees you for the first time. Not only are you another human who can understand his struggles but you're also very similiar to him on a level of personality. You remind Solomon of himself when he was young. Angry, hungry for knowlege and justice, seeking out the truth and rebelling against the system.

◇ That doesn't mean he's just gonna let you ran of to wherever the wind takes you when you feel an urge to "just talk!" with someone who's diminishing another innocent person. No. He worries, let him deal with it.

◇ Due to you being so young he's very hesitant to let you go when you're together in a public setting, he finds himself getting stressed like a concerned mother and he has to stop and breathe a little to remind himself that you're not 5 and that he's not your actuall parent.

Okayyy I managed to fit all of them folks here together BUT! If you want me to write for the remaining characters I will gladly do so, just let me know and I hope I portrayed the vision well enough ♡♡

[filmbyjy]

HIDDEN LOVE

SYNOPSIS > park sunghoon was the most good looking and respectful man you’ve ever met at the age of 13. ignoring the fact that you had a loud and obnoxious older brother, park jongseong, as his best friend. with things going by in your life and a heartbreak at 17. what happens when you coincidentally reconnected with your past crush on someone 5 years older than you?

TWENTY-TWO - under the stars

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a/n: haven't had a written chapter in a bit but we love lore and written work here. after all, i am a writer so...i should be writing more T_T

to sunghoon, love was a very subjective thing. he grew up well, his parents gave him enough love that he needed. that is until that one incident that destroyed his family. the love and respect for his dad disappeared that night.

his sister...she's long gone. his dad destroyed another family too. killed someone's husband and dad. yet, he tried to escape prison by- sunghoon groans into his hand. he shouldn't think about it. it's in the past. he's just holding onto it. he's barely holding onto his own life.

he thought after paying off the debt, that girl wouldn't bother him anymore. why should he have to bare the consequences. just because he was a murderer's son? it's not his fault he kept telling himself and yet, he always felt guilty.

now though, this girl just seemed too obsessed with him. he's not responsible for her. why wouldn't she just go away. he was still recovering. he limps a little to walk over to the kitchen. there he saw the sticky note that you had written down as a reminder for him.

don't forget to eat some fruits! i bought them so better eat them before they rot!!! - IMPORTANT

he picks it up and stares at it. a smile starts to appear on his face. then he limps over to the next sticky note you had placed.

REMINDER!! please don't forget to eat these medicines. i already sorted out how many times a day the doctor asked you to eat these. PLEASE EAT IT!!

it was stupid. he found you endearing. too sweet. too innocent.

don't sleep too late. ESPECIALLY TO DO YOUR WORK! SLEEP EARLY >:(

he gathers all the sticky notes and grabs a pen to answer them one by one. once he does so, he stares at it. smiling a little too hard at it. then he catches himself. why was he smiling this hard at your notes? he's crazy. then again, he thinks about your smile. such a beautiful smile that you have. he once again freezes. he should stop. he's just tired. he needed some rest and so he climbs into bed without much thought.

time flies by quickly, it about a month or so sunghoon is more or less recovered. he goes back to work without much thought. after all, he had a team to get back to and also work on his game. at some point, he realises that maybe it was about time to meet up with you. as a payback dinner since the both of you missed the opportunity the other time.

he texts you the date and time. along with the location too as he realised that you've never been there before. the restaurant was some sort a fancy one, you had to reserve a spot as it was limited. sunghoon thought it was a great idea to let you try some of the food as it served one of Busan's most known dish.

after school and his work, he meets you at the restaurant. the place was packed. a long line snaked outdoors waiting for a spot to be opened. thankfully, you two had reservations so you made it inside.

"this is crazy." you say. sunghoon chuckles.

"yeah. welcome to Busan. this place is famous for selling dwaeji gukbap (for muslims, let's just pretend it's not pork. maybe beef or chicken). oh and milmyeon. most people who make reservations at this place are locals as we know the foreigners will try to book on the spot."

"they also actually have other dishes but those are the two common ones everyone loves." he looks through the menu. "what do you want to eat?"

"milmyeon sounds nice right now. been craving for something warm since it's cold out." you say. sunghoon looks down at your attire.

"it's probably cause you're not wearing something warm."

"they're wool leggings, oppa. i'm warm enough."

"whatever you say."

the both of you ordered and chatted while waiting for the food. at some point in time, the conversation turns into a lighter one. then something huge happened. someone came up to him and grabbed his cup of water. they splashed it directly in his face. he was in shock. you didn't hold back anything and grabbed your own cup of water to splash it onto the person.

she gasps. "park sunghoon! how could you!" she doesn't look into your eyes as you stared her down. only sunghoon. you grabbed her chin and made her look at you.

"hey, we were trying to enjoy our dinner. could you kindly fuck off and not make a scene." she pushes you back.

"you're the one who made a scene. you better fuck off my man!"

"girl, what are you talking about. i'm just his friend and he never talked about you before so in other words, you're a no one to him!"

"that's impossible. we've known each other since we were teens and he knows what his dad did! he owes me!" you rolled your eyes. everyone in the restaurant were curious at what was happening. you had eyed for security to come and take her for causing a whole fiasco.

they come in to ease what was going on but this girl continued to scream and wrestle in their arms. eventually, she gets dragged out and her friend follows out. you had turned to the waitress and asked her if you could have the food as a takeaway instead. she nods and goes to the kitchen to tell the chef.

after paying for bill and grabbing the takeaway food, you had grabbed sunghoon's arm and dragged him out. he had been silent the whole time, processing what had happened. you settled the food down on the seats outdoors. it was a little windy out due to being near the sea. sunghoon wanted to apologise but he was cut off due to you placing down some bruising cream you had right onto his cheeks.

you looked so adorable with your eyebrows furrowed in concern.

"who was that girl and why was she essentially harassing you?" you had asked after placing the cream.

"no one. she's just...someone that came into my life unexpectedly."

"is that your debt collector or something."

"you could say that. not mine though...my dad's."

you didn't want to press further, it was probably a sensitive topic to sunghoon. just as you were about to ask him if he wanted to go somewhere else to enjoy the meal, snow starts to fall. you had gasped.

"it's the first snowfall in Busan...it's been 5 years since it last happened."

"well, you do know what they say when the first snowfall happens." you say. you had closed your eyes and cupped your hands together, making a silent wish. once you were done, you turned back to sunghoon. "did you make a wish?"

it's almost like everything was quiet around him. romantic music playing in the background as he stares right at you. his heart races. what was this? was he...falling in love?

"i don't exactly have any wishes." he says.

"oh come on, i wished something good for you oppa so you better do it for me too." you tilt your head. he chuckles.

"fine." he closes his eyes and wishes. he wishes that everyone in his life was healthy but most importantly, he wishes that you were...

his

"come on, sunghoon oppa. let's dance around in the snow. i haven't seen it in a while while living in seoul." you say. he smiles.

"alright."

and so both you and sunghoon danced in the snow. late at night, under the stars and by the beach. nothing could make him feel happier than this.

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[creatingblackcharacters]

I want to share a story of something interesting that happened in the Half-Life fandom that's related to the topic of how race is treated by fandoms, since people here have been talking about that recently. Feel free to ignore this for any reason. Just thought I'd share it just in case.

I wasn't around when it happen so all I have to go off of is anecdotes that might not be accurate. Which is part of why I'm making this ask. I wonder if there are Black ppl who were around back then that could share their thoughts

So Half-Life 2 has Alyx Vance, a companion there to interact with the world in ways the player can't, to help out in fights, she's also just very important to the plot. She's so important if you removed her from the game the game would be probably like 10 minutes long because Gordon would die.

Her race doesn't come up in conversations at all and her design is meh but she is insanely well written in every other way. She has family members, she makes terrible jokes. She's badass, compassionate, and the story allows her to have moments of fear and weaknesses without making her a damsel in distress. It kinda feels like she's just as much of a protagonist as Gordon. Or that Gordon is actually a deuretagonist and she's the real MC.

Playing Half-Life 2 I went "oh boy here comes the love interest smh" To "Where is Alyx? I miss Alyx. My sunshine. What am I to do without her." And I beamed whenever we were reunited. Valve did a great job at making her genuinely feel like not only a person but your friend.

Once upon a time a guy called Fakefactory had the idea to make a mod that turned Half-Life 2 into a shitty hollywood movie as a joke called the Cinematic mod. The mod came with the option to swap out npcs with actors playing them. All of the npcs had 2 models, the original and the hollywood version. With the exception of Judith Mossman and Alyx Vance. Both Judith and Alyx got extra but Alyx had 50+ options, all of them barely resembling her at all. Most weren't just actresses wearing her clothes but actresses wearing all sorts of outfits. Some of them made her look like a porn star imo.

It could have been pointing out how racist and sexist Hollywood is but why did he add so many but no where near as many options for the other characters??? And why not have a a white actor for Eli?

He also gave Alyx a fully modeled uterus and vagina.

Ok so the part about this whole thing thats really intriguing to me is that Fakefactory got harrassed off the internet for this. It's early 2000s internet, I don't even think the term sjw existed back then. I don't remember why people got so I angry. Maybe it's wishful thinking but I think it was because people could tell his treatment of Alyx was weird but didn't really know why. Because every other part of the mod is decently made. Mediocre. If you remove the stuff about Alyx I don't see it getting a lot of hate.

But nowadays if you call someone out for being racist people will do mental gymnastics to excuse it.

And I'm wondering if people really have regressed in a way, or if people really were that offended to occasionally see nsfw posters, or if there's something unique about Alyx herself aka the way Valve wrote her and got players to care about her as a person. I watched Richter Overtime's vid about the mod and he said something like "Episode 2 is what made me realize people's issue with the sexualization of Alyx. You're supposed to really get to know her and empathize with her in this episode. And there's something about watching her going through all this traumatic shit in a skimpy outfit that just feels wrong"

I just keep wondering what the heck happened back then and why it doesn't happen more often.

Ngl, this is a lot for me right now so 😅 I'm going to leave this to the Black viewers. But for a short answer, yes and no. Fandoms always been this racist because the society we live in his always been this racist, but I think what's regressing is the desire to pretend. 👍🏾

[emblemxeno]

Hey, new person who found this blog. Why is it that you think Fates's story is so misunderstood, and what do you think caused that? I always felt ehhh on the story and kind of just mindlessly nodded my head to the very vocal other side, but I'm genuinely wanting to hear of the other angle, because it feels like people like you haven't had the chance to be given the chance to air your thoughts out because thinking Fates has a good story in any ways is like the fandom heresy.

Thanks for the ask!

For me it's a very core, foundational thing ever since I started getting invested in literature and writing back in high school, which inspired my desire to get into the field as a career path.

And that's the idea that all literature-and art and media as a whole-has a purpose or a point to it.

The abundant criticisms of Fates almost always come from the area of technicality and expository detail, which I feel ignores the symbolic, non-dialogic and thematic throughline aspects of storytelling. An example is that people think there's no worldbuilding because "character doesn't say their country is like X, Y and Z" while not looking at the other aspects of the game in question, especially visual design, sound design, etc.

Just by looking at the classes, you can tell a lot about Hoshido and Nohr. Hoshido is a peaceful country with resources abound, so their soldiers are allowed to specialize in an aspect (Hoshido has more S rank classes) or go off the beaten path, such as non-standard class types for warfare (Puppet Masters, religious practitioners, blacksmiths, etc.)

Nohr is militaristic but also extremely utilitarian due to lack of resources. There's less specialization, and more classes that double or triple up on weapon types. Maids are trained to fight. Troubadours are called "Rod Knights" in the JP version. They have horses and heavy armor, whereas Hoshido does not. And that's just the tip of the iceberg.

But beyond those things, Fates has significant purpose and themes it wants to share. Its story advocates non-violence and anti-warfare messaging, rejecting the convenient lie that humanity has to constantly be at odds with each other. Said lie being one that bad people take advantage of to hurt good people.

The story treats life as something with great weight, to treat with responsibility, especially your own. When people die, the story (through Corrin) mourns the loss no matter how much or how little we know them.

Most of all, it gives weight to your choices and the consequences they bring, yet still manages to have a light at the end to shoot for, because without a better future to work towards, there would be no point in choosing at all.

What puts me at odds with others in the FE fandom is often how linearly people treat storytelling, themes and character development. It reads like an equation, such as "Character has X belief at beginning of plot, then event Z happens to them at the middle of the plot, now character has Y belief at the end, solve for Z to understand story."

It feels like people expect a story to tell itself a certain way and are very volatile when it does otherwise. That's why it's a headscratcher that people now think FE7 has a terrible plot nowadays too, because it actually has a similar outline as Fates. Eliwood, Hector and Lyn don't follow what people expect-or want-from character development, nor do the actions of the villainous group in FE7 "make sense" to the audience anymore. But not only is the nonsensical motivations of Nergal and the Black Fang a purposeful story element (like, he was literally driven insane), but the lord trio don't have to be punished for mistakes to develop.

Fates is in the same position. Corrin develops in a non-standard, atypical way. People expect his naivete to be beaten out of him by the world, without giving space to consider that maybe the world itself is incorrect and that it needs to change. Instead of not being "naive" anymore, Corrin instead solidifies his beliefs in being against violence and suspicion, choosing to stand by his convictions with an iron will. That maturity and genuine compassion draws people to his cause, and helps cultivate a support system that helps him follow through with his ideals.

Of course, people would rather just claim that it's his siblings "bailing him out" of having to make any hard choices that would hurt his fee-fees, as if writing Corrin or the royal siblings to have agency or actions dependent on the feelings of their loved ones is so outlandish.

But another of my favorite FE characters is Ike, who also goes through a very similar kind of atypical character development, where he calls out the world for being bullshit, rather than the world "teaching him a lesson". I thought that's why EVERYONE liked Ike, so maybe I'm just weird and I should just like Ike for "telling like it is" or another simplistic reason idk.

Anyway, yeah, sorry if this is all over the place. The point is, Fates has a lot of rich components and themes to it, that was hampered by too short/crunched of a script as well as a somewhat shallow and loud portion of the fandom that is very strict in how it wants its character development.

[jabutipiranga]

Ranking every portrait in Hades 2 because why not? (Part 4)

All of these designs are still good, just not the ones I think are the most attention-catching.

Charon

Charon's design hasn't changed much, but it didn't need to - it looks just as great as it did in the first game. I enjoy how they made his robe flow to make the portrait more dynamic and how he is destroying the obols now.

Cerberus

Cerberus design also didn't change much, but it's still great. There were some minor changes that I believe have made him slightly more "realistic" (smaller canines, thinner snout), which I think have made him even cuter. I still wish they had given him a mane of living serpents though.

Artemis

Artemis is the first one here that I feel it's a huge downgrade. Her design in the first game is dynamic; she is crouched and alert, as if a wild animal could come up at any moment. But here she's just standing there — which makes sense in the context of her talking to Melinoë, but it's not like that stopped Athena from still looking menacing and imposing. Why did she look more like she were in a war when she wasn't in a war? But otherwise, she looks just as great as she did in the first game.

Apollo

That's a pretty normal Apollo design all things considered, which isn't bad, but it does feel less creative than the other gods. I really like his bow doubling as a lyre, but that's all there is going on for him here really. I'm not a fan of the sun sign on his armor because I've always felt like Apollo's association with the sun wasn't nearly as prominent compared to his other domains in Ancient Greek culture as later works would make you think. Disappointing overall.

Moros

I don't think Moros has any physical description in mythology, so Supergiant was free to make a design from the zero, and they did a great job. I love the giant needle to emphasize Moros' loyalty to the Fates, famed for weaving mortal lives. I particularly like the eye obscured by shadows. But I don't get the antlers though — is it some kind of niche reference or did they just feel like it?

Hera

I love her large crown and how striking she is, but I just can't vibe with the design. I like the peacock motifs, but I can't help but think she should look more imposing. Hera isn't as warlike as Athena, but she still fought in the Gigantomachy and I feel like she looks too static here for a new Titanomachy. I'm not saying at all that she should be in full armor, but I think she could look less "sultry" (what's with the cleavage?). She also lacks the Lotus on her royal staff, although that's a nitpick at this point.

Nemesis

Differently from Moros, Nemesis does have visual depictions, and Supergiant references them through Nemesis' sword. However, I think she looks too warlike. I know I'm sounding contradicting here after what I talked about Hera, but hear me out: Nemesis was certainly a punishing deity, targeting those who committed evil acts or received undeserved good fortune, but I don't believe she was quite a war goddess, as far as I know. This heavy armor would perhaps be better suited in a design for Enyo, or even Eris, who did have strong war associations. If it weren't for her resemblance to Nyx, I'd have some hard time figuring out this is Nemesis.

Erymanthian Boar

The famed giant boar from Arcadia sought by Heracles in his labours, now undead. He looks appropriately disgusting, and I like how his spine makes a mane of sorts. However, I do think it's curious they used the Erymanthian rather than the Calydonian boar for an undead member of Chronos' army, because I think he was never really killed by Heracles. After he showed it to Eurystheus, I think the boar just peaced off.

[iamespecter]

Can I ask youhow to better understand the bear-style furry styles? I just think you're doing great.

Finally, all those years of drawing Freddy Fazbear making out with his wife Chica paying off /j

Okay but in all seriousness though, the way to draw bear furries/anthro all boils down to understanding how bear anatomy works; some furry artists (no hate btw) forget that bears are MEANT to be chunky. If your bear isn't muscular/chunky and is slimmer than a twink, that's not a bear, that's just a giant wolf/dog furry parading as a bear.

Second are the EARSSSS. Ears are severely underrated when it comes to some furry styles, to the point that I've seen MANY bear furry art that have ears that more so resemble a big cat's, or a dog's. Which is the wrong way to go about it. Bear ears are round and small in ratio to their gigantic furry heads, and insanely covered in fur that you can't even see the skin inside unlike cats and dogs.

Third is their necks. Their necks either have to be as big as their heads, or thicker. This is because irl bears have these thick necks with loose skin, and you can see it if you look up an irl picture of a bear; you'll almost NEVER see one that has a smaller neck than their head. The only time you'll probably see that case if one of a young, juvenile bear that hasn't grown into full-size just yet.

"But what if I want to give my bear style a shorter neck because it's anthro?"

That's totally fine to do, but STILL; keep it in mind that their necks HAVE to be as thick as their heads! Otherwise, it will bearly resemble a bear. haha.

Thanshuhai, as much as I LOVE the guy's art that he even became the main inspo for my style in general, he does not know how to draw a bear and I have to criticize that one aspect. While this is not meant to shame on the guy since I do idolize him, but he's definitely got a few artistic weaknesses he needs to work on.

Housamo is also another, and while you can kinda.... vaguely discern the bears from the fat wolves, the way it's artstyle is presented is only for the trained eyes that CAN visually distinguish a stylized bear from a chunky wolf/cat. Which is fine, if you like the game and all, but..... I think you get what I'm saying.

The fourth, and probably most important one is their face. Now I know I sound hypocritical now especially since I pointed out Housamo, and my OC Cederick has more of a rectangular face shape (which... there is an anatomical reasoning behind it... I promise....), but bears DO typically have rounded faces. If you break down a bear's facial features into general shapes, you can use purely circles and ovals to recreate their general facial structures and you'd STILL be able to think that, "yep, that's a bear alright".

An optional one would be to give the bear a big jaw. No, I don't mean like how Cederick is drawn (since that is a stylistic choice with a mostly good reasoning behind it), I'm talking kinda like.... Po. I guess it's more so like, a big double chin to emphasize their chunky feature, but the big jaw and chin helps sell the fact visually that this is, indeed, a giant bear capable of crushing your skull with it's maw.

But it is entirely optional, and just really up to the fact of whether or not it fits your artstyle.

The fifth is their noses. Bear have BIG, SQUARE noses that don't protrude much beyond their snout, unlike wolves or dogs that have more triangular shaped, protruding noses.

When breaking it down, the differences between a bear nose and a wolf/dog nose are night and day, and the way their snouts are structure helps support this.

Keep in mind that it's okay if you don't get all of it right the first time! I certainly didn't, my earlier bear arts were also hideous and didn't really look like a bear at first, and it took a while for me to get to where I am today lol. So don't let that fact discourage you!!!! :>

[alligatorcarapace]

I must be reading it wrong but I noticed like how Casey got close to Leo it’s like is there a bro code about befriending your brother’s friend because I never thought about befriending my siblings friends so I wonder if that’s normal

If there is a bro code I wouldn't know it. Without going too TMI, I had three brothers growing up and we shared everything, including friends.

Of course I also have a big old rant inside my head about how the 2003 turtles are not written older than other iterations, but instead like realistic homeschooled kids or at the very least kids who move around a lot and thus really only consistently have their families(Things you never really see in big media franchises outside of tmnt). And this is one of my many backing points. Because that is a trait I've seen in siblings that are either homeschooled or move around a lot.

If I ever end up writing it down on a post, I'll make sure to bring up this point lol.

I might not write it though cause it might end up being too personal and thus clouding my ability to accurately analyze and back up my point. Which is something I value in my character meta's. In fanfiction I tend to go free game with my more feely headcanons, but I don't want that energy for my metas. I like to stay more grounded than that as a personal choice.

Well that and the turtles really don't have anyone else at first.

Though the 03 turtles do end up with one of the biggest friend groups by the end of their story(Not the biggest though, I imagine 87 beats them out, and there's a good chance that when all's said in done the Mutant Mayhem crew has a good possibility to also get a large grasp due to them being out of the shadows and all that. Idk where the IDW crew stands becuase I was not able to get into that iteration, but considering everything I hear about it with their being a whole mutant town and all that, plus with how long it's been running, they likely have a big network as well), at the beginning not so much. They're still very new to the over world and not exactly sure how to navigate certain obstacles. This in turn would help build a foundation for them to get closer later on.

And even still those habits are kinda ingrained in them. So even after they get the hang of it(Most likely around the time the befriend the Professor and his group) they still might end up doing friend sharing. Though of course not always, look at the acolytes and how they're most just one turtles friend. However you can also counter that with other character's like The Ancient One going from Splinter and Leo's mentor to a more family friend status(As he should, that's their great grandfather. But hey titles can also mean nothing. I mean look at Nano's "Mom" for example. She seemingly want's nothing to do with her creation.)

Plus there's also a safety aspect in all of.

Sus'ing someone out, ends up often forging a bond of it's own if things turn out positively.

Majorly though when it comes to Casey in particular, he directly fought alongside them. All of them. They're battle buddies thus all of turtles would have some level of closeness to him, even if they might not necessarily always want to hang out with him like the ever social Raph is.

[egophiliac]

missed the mark by (looks at calendar) uhhh. hm. but I really wanted to do something for the 5th anniversary! happy five years to these idiots 🎉