#dap and pap

[g00se-ars0nist]

i’m coming out as a dan and phil cat truther

i think a cat would literally suit their little family so well

[artasprop]

[mjonthetrack]

shine

Chapter 103 – “Post-Game Glow”

Backstage in the family zone, the buzz was heavy. Kids with face paint were darting between legs, wives were dabbing their brows with designer napkins, and family members were dapping each other up like it was a reunion and a celebration all rolled into one.

And Janelle?

She was standing a little off to the side. Not outta shyness—just giving them their space. She wasn’t a wife yet. No ring, no baby on her hip. Just his. Still new in this world of gameday passes and private suite etiquette.

But babyyyyy she was still glowing. Heart pounding. Smile stuck.

She was rocking his jersey like it was custom couture, big black “17” stretched across her chest, a pair of biker shorts hugging her hips, and Nike Dunks planted firm beneath her. Her curls were wild, puffed up from all that screaming and jumping, edges struggling, but the energy she radiated? Untouchable.

She was so damn proud of him. Still coming down off the high of watching him devour the field.

Xavier hadn’t just played. He dominated. Ate. Showed out.

And she’d screamed herself hoarse for him with zero shame, like her voice was part of the playbook.

But now… the excitement was fading into something softer. Warmer. She had her arms folded, smile lingering, just waiting.

Other players came out, jogging over to their wives or scooping up their kids with sweaty jerseys and big grins. Little “good job, baby” kisses floated through the air.

Janelle stood still.

No phone. No distraction. Just present.

Because she wasn’t here for clout. She wasn’t tryna network with other NFL girls or flex for the ‘Gram. She didn’t care if the other women gave her a few side-eyes wondering who she was or how long she’d be around.

She was here for him.

And when she finally spotted him walking out the tunnel, big duffle over his shoulder, damp curls clinging to his forehead, towel around his neck, black Panthers tee hugging his chest—

Whew.

She exhaled. Didn’t even know she’d been holding her breath.

Their eyes met across the distance and his whole face lit up.

Not that forced smile for fans. Not that polite nod for teammates’ families.

No. This one? It was for her.

He jogged straight to her like nobody else existed, dropping his bag mid-stride.

And when he scooped her up, arms locked tight around her waist, lifting her off the ground?

Janelle squealed and laughed, legs wrapping around his hips like muscle memory.

“Damn, you played like your life was on the line!” she whispered into his ear, grinning so big her cheeks hurt.

He pulled back just enough to stare at her. “It was.”

Then he kissed her like the stadium was empty. Like there wasn’t anyone else around. Like the only touchdown he gave a fuck about was her standing there in his jersey, no disguise, just all him.

And for a minute, she forgot about the paps, the haters, the expectations, and the world outside the field.

All that existed was his breath on her lips, the press of his hands on her back, and the quiet promise in the way he held her—

This is mine. She’s mine. Forever, if I got anything to do with it.

Chapter 104 – “Who the Hell Is That?!”

The scene in the family section went from calm to chaotic real quick.

All it took was Xavier Legette—6’3”, drenched in sweat, grinning like a schoolboy—grabbing a baddie in his jersey and kissing the soul outta her in broad daylight. He ain’t hide it. Didn’t even look around. Just saw her, beelined over, and damn near spun her like he just won the Super Bowl.

And the rest of the team?

Yeah, jaws were on. the. turf.

“Yo, is that…?” “That’s not his sister, right?” “Nah, bro, look how he’s holding her. That’s not family, that’s forever.”

Phones were out. Cameras were snapping. Socials were burning up within the hour.

One fan caught the whole kiss on video. Another caught the way she giggled after, her face tilted up at him with that I know I got you wrapped around my finger smile.

And then?

Then the internet did what the internet does.

“Yooo that’s CIARA’S lil sister???” “Not Xavier bagging CiCi’s sister AND being Russ’s brother-in-law 😭🔥” “Her name is Janelle… she’s fine as hell omg I get it now.” “This ain’t no situationship, he spun her like a Disney prince tf.” “Russ gone throw to Xavier outta sheer loyalty now 😂”

It went viral fast. NFL pages, gossip blogs, even ESPN’s social accounts were like:

“Xavier Legette’s got hands on and off the field 👀”

And baby, that man ain’t care.

He was too busy holding his woman like she made the damn scoreboard glitch.

Janelle pulled back from the kiss, her curls bouncing with the movement, and she looked at him like he hung the moon.

“I’m so proud of you, Xay,” she whispered, eyes twinkling. Then she smirked, lowering her voice just enough so the trainers and team med staff wouldn’t catch it. “C’mon, let’s get going. We can hit that crab boil spot for your cheat day... Daddy Xay.”

Xavier froze. Smirked. Coughed into his towel like she hadn’t just wrecked his whole soul with three words.

“Janelle,” he murmured, tone low, warning, playful—but his ears? Bright red. His jaw? Clenched.

She grinned up at him and took his hand, already walking him toward the players' exit like she was in charge.

“Let’s go, MVP. You worked hard. You earned your buttered lobster today.”

And the man—the beast that had just stomped the opposing team into dust—just nodded and followed after her like a love-struck puppy, his bag swinging from one hand, the other gripped tight in hers.

One of the rookies watched them go, eyes wide.

“Ain’t no way that’s just a lil flirty thing…” he muttered.

“Nah,” Bryce Young said behind him, shaking his head slowly. “That man in love. You don’t spin a woman like that unless you ready to give her your last name.”

And truthfully? The way Xavier kept glancing down at her like she was the win that mattered most?

He already had.

Chapter 105 – “Bought Out for the King”

Xavier didn’t even realize what she’d done at first. The restaurant was empty—quiet except for some low ‘90s R&B and the soft clink of crab legs on porcelain. No flashes. No autograph requests. No dudes dapping him up every five seconds. Just him, her, and a whole ass spread of seafood laid out like a king’s feast.

He leaned back in his chair, squinting. “You sure they open right now?”

Janelle, dressed down in his hoodie and biker shorts like she wasn’t the baddest woman alive, just dipped a crab claw in garlic butter and popped it in his mouth.

“Yeah, they open,” she grinned, eyes sparkling. “They just closed for everybody but you.”

He blinked. “You bought the whole place out?”

She nodded like it was nothing, sipping her Sprite through a straw and licking the salt off the rim of her glass.

“I ain’t want nobody interruptin’ my man’s first win back. You deserved to eat in peace, country.”

“Damn,” he muttered, genuinely floored.

That wasn’t flex energy. That was real love energy. No clout chasing, no photoshoots. Just her making space for him to breathe.

She picked up another crab claw and cracked it like a pro, placing the meat on his plate with the gentleness of somebody who saw him. Really saw him—not just the helmet, the stats, the highlight reels. But the man. The one who woke up at 5am and grunted through practices with sore ribs and taped ankles.

“You were so fuckin’ fire out there today, baby.” She beamed at him like he was her Grammy-winning idol. “Every route, every catch, every single snap, you ATE.”

He chuckled, cheeks pink under his beard. “You saw me lookin’ for you in the stands?”

“Mmmhm.” She grabbed a shrimp and dunked it in sauce. “And I saw that bitchass ref pretend like that wasn’t a face mask. But don’t worry—country got backup. I yelled so damn loud, I think he peed a little.”

He laughed so hard he nearly choked.

“That flag popped out like it was scared of me,” she added proudly. “‘You blind, ref?!’ had that man’s whole soul shaking.”

Xavier looked at her across the table, elbow propped on the wood, crab meat in one hand, beer in the other. She was everything. Warm, funny, bad as hell. And she knew him like nobody else ever had. Like not just the man on the field, but the one behind it. The one that liked syrup on his pancakes, hated waking up early, and got quiet when he thought too long about his mama.

She caught him staring, leaned in.

“What?”

“I love you,” he said, mouth full of seafood and soul.

She smiled and slid his butter dish closer. “I know. Now finish eating, Mr. MVP. We celebrating all night.”

He grinned. He didn’t even need to ask what that meant.

But judging by the way she winked and licked crab butter off her thumb?

Yeah. He was definitely getting dessert.

Chapter 106 – “You Still Hungry, MVP?”

The second that front door shut behind them? It was over.

Xavier dropped the leftover bags on the counter without a second thought. All game-day energy gone, all calm gone—nah, he was locked in on her. Because the way she looked walking ahead of him in his hoodie and those damn shorts? Like dessert and the silverware to eat it with.

Janelle barely got two steps in before his hands were on her hips, pulling her back into him like a magnet found its charge.

“You still hungry, MVP?” she teased, voice already dipping into that playful purr.

His lips brushed the shell of her ear, voice deep and low, possessive.

“Starvin’, baby.”

She turned slowly, arms wrapping around his neck, lips quirking in that smug lil smirk she wore when she knew she had him completely ruined. “Good. ‘Cause I didn’t put all that butter on your crab legs just for you to not work off the calories…”

His eyes darkened. That was all it took.

He picked her up like she weighed nothing, legs instinctively wrapping around him as he kissed her. Not just soft and slow like earlier. This was greedy. Messy. Tongue licking into her mouth like he was already picturing how he’d taste the rest of her. He walked her straight to the bedroom, bumping into walls, not caring about a single thing except the way she gasped when his hand slipped under those shorts.

When he laid her down on the bed, it was like a damn ceremony.

He peeled her hoodie off with reverence, kissing down her chest, her stomach, every inch like she was the prize at the end of a long ass battle.

“You know what I wanted all game?” he murmured, voice gravelly.

“What?”

“You. This. My girl, laid out lookin’ like the sweetest thing God ever made.”

She let out a breathless laugh, arching her back as he dipped lower. “And what you gon’ do with your sweet thing, country?”

He smirked against her thigh, eyes gleaming.

“Eat it like it’s the only meal I’m gettin’ ‘til next Sunday.”

And eat he did.

Slow at first—letting her feel every swirl, every groan. His arms locked around her thighs, keeping her locked in place even when she tried to run. She was a mess in minutes, hand fisting his dreads, mouth open in a silent scream. And when she came? He didn’t stop. Just licked her through it, eyes on her like she was the highlight reel he’d been training for all his life.

When he finally came up for air, beard glistening, he hovered over her, grinning like a man who knew he had home field advantage.

“That good enough for my number one fan?”

Janelle looked dazed, lips parted, chest rising and falling. “Boy,” she breathed. “You are the cheat day.”

He laughed, kissed her forehead, and whispered against her skin.

“Hope you ain’t got plans tomorrow.”

“…Why?”

“’Cause you gon’ be callin’ out for real.”

And just like that—MVP was clocked back in.

Chapter 107 – “Lemme Feed You Back, MVP”

Janelle wasn’t built to just receive. Nah. She was raised to match energy—and after the way Xavier left her body trembling like a prayer answered too fast, it was only right she came back swinging.

The second he laid back, bare chest rising and falling all smug and satisfied like he ain’t just wreck her life in the best way? She crawled up that bed with a mission written all over her face. Hair wild, lips kiss-swollen, her eyes locked on his like they had a whole secret between them—and it was filthy.

Xavier smirked. “You lookin’ at me like I’m dessert, baby.”

Janelle tilted her head, licking her lips slowly. “No, dessert got rules. I’m tryna break you.”

That man gulped. The kind of gulp that made his Adam’s apple bounce and his hands flex at his sides like he was bracing for a storm.

She straddled him slowly, grinding down just enough to tease. Not enough to let him in. Not yet. Her nails scratched softly across his pecs, down his abs, trailing lower, lower—until he hissed through his teeth.

“Janelle…”

She giggled low and breathy. “Relax, country. I’m just tryna feed my man. Gotta make sure you stay fueled up for the next game.”

Then she slid down. All the way down.

And Lord have mercy.

That girl? She didn’t play fair. It wasn’t sloppy or rushed. It was intention. Lips, tongue, hands—working together like a symphony sent straight from heaven with a nasty streak. She teased him, built him up, pulled back every time he groaned like she was crafting art with her mouth alone.

Xavier damn near cried when she moaned around him. “Shit, Nelle...” He was twitching in her hand, legs tensing like she was about to bring a whole NFL wide receiver to his knees.

She popped off slow, licking her lips like he was her favorite smoothie flavor. “You gon’ tap out, MVP?”

That did it.

Xavier sat up in a rush, yanked her back into his lap and crushed her mouth with his. “You keep talkin’ like that and I’ma give you another ring before I even get to the Super Bowl.”

She smiled into the kiss, fingers tracing his jaw. “Bet.”

And when she slid down on him again, eyes fluttering, mouth open on a gasp—he knew one thing for sure:

Game day was fire.

But this? This was legacy.

Chapter 108 – “Clean Plate, Country”

Xavier was gone.

Legs sprawled, breath wild, arms thrown over his head like he just got jumped by the Holy Ghost and the devil at the same time. Chest rising like he just finished two-a-days. That man wasn’t even blinking—just laying there starstruck and soul-snatched.

And Janelle? Oh, baby.

She was down there on her knees like a full-course problem with a five-star smile. Curls a little wild, cheeks glowing, lips glossy and swollen like they’d been through battle and came out victorious.

He tried—tried—to speak. “Ja—Janelle—fuck—I—”

She cut him a look through her lashes, slow and sultry like honey dripping off a spoon. Then she licked her lips—just to be disrespectful—and tilted her head as she swallowed. Real slow. Real pointed.

That man growled.

Then came that sweet little smile. That dangerous one.

"Thanks for dessert, country,” she purred, voice sugar and sin. Her lips popped open to show him—nothing. Not a trace. Not even a damn crumb.

Xavier sat up like the spirit moved him. “Girl—”

She giggled, dainty as hell, and stood, stretching like she ain’t just ruin that man’s whole existence.

“Don’t thank me yet,” she hummed, heading toward the bathroom with an extra switch in her hips. “You still got your cheat day dinner comin’. I’m thinkin’… seconds.”

Xavier blinked, fully feral now. “You tryna kill me?”

She paused in the doorway, eyes twinkling like a villain.

“Nah, baby. I’m tryna keep you alive forever.”

And just like that, the man was out the bed, chasing her like he was down twenty yards and she had the winning play.

Chapter 109 – “Win or Lose, I’m Riding”

The clock hit double zero.

Fourth quarter. Falcons up.

And the refs? Baby, the refs were straight up auditioning for a Netflix heist docuseries—no flags, no calls, like they left the rule book in the locker room with their integrity. It was so blatant even the commentators were confused on live TV. The Panthers walked off the field pissed, frustrated, and looking like they just got robbed in daylight. Because they did.

Janelle was heated, her arms folded across her Panthers windbreaker, his number big on the back, her curls pulled into a tight bun. She was posted in the family section, but her eyes were hawk-locked on every step of that field like it was personal. Because for her? It was.

She didn’t care that they lost—losses happen—but what set her off was what she saw out the corner of her eye. A whole line of NFL wives and fiancés gathering their Louis Vuitton bags, adjusting their lashes and getting ready to dip like this was some brunch date that went stale.

The buzzer hadn’t even finished sounding, and they were already turning their backs.

That’s when Janelle snapped.

"Nah, sit y’all boujee asses down!” she yelled, voice cutting through the section so hard even the cameramen turned.

A few gasps, a few glares—but she didn’t give a single damn.

“You ride for your man and that team regardless! If we up and eating or down and lose, you don’t leave like that! Ain’t y’all supposed to be their name carriers?! Y’all fckin embarrassing! I could NEVER!*”

The whole section fell silent.

Even some of the fans nearby paused.

A few of the players’ family members were blinking like they’d just been slapped by gospel truth. And the Panthers coaching staff? They’d definitely heard her—one of them even nodded real slow.

Without waiting for a response, she stormed down the steps, muttering cuss words and shaking her head. Her Jordans hit the concrete with purpose, and she cut past security like she belonged there—because she did.

By the time she hit the sidelines, Xavier was still taking his helmet off. Sweat running down his temples, jaw clenched, his eyes full of that post-loss storm.

But when he saw her standing there? Waiting. Pissed on his behalf. Eyes fierce, lips pursed, arms crossed in protest like she’d fight the refs herself?

His whole damn chest cracked open.

And he mouthed it without a sound, with pride written all over his face.

“That’s my woman.”

Because win or lose—she wasn’t going anywhere.

Chapter 110 – “Let Me At ‘Em, Xay!”

By the time they made it to the tunnel, Janelle’s little sideline sermon had already hit the internet like a comet.

The clip was everywhere. “Sit y’all boujee asses down!” That sentence alone had its own audio remix on TikTok.

Players from other teams were reposting it with laughing emojis and captions like:

“Some of y’all need a Janelle.” “This the energy we need all season.” “Not all heroes wear pads—some rock number 17 jerseys and defend the squad better than our cornerbacks.”

Even legends were chiming in. Savannah James herself liked it and commented,

“Real one. 100%.”

ESPN picked it up. Shade Room had it as their top reel. Blog pages were calling her “First Lady of the Panthers.”

But Janelle didn’t care about any of that. She wasn’t doing it for clout. She did it because watching those other women dip out like the team wasn’t bleeding out on the field made her livid.

So when Xavier finally made it back to her, head low, pads heavy on his broad shoulders, she didn’t even wait for him to speak. She grabbed that man, gripped his sweaty jersey, and hugged him tight.

Her cheek pressed to his chest. Her voice shook. Tears were angry, not sad.

“Y’all ain’t deserve that!” she bit out, her arms wrapped tight around his waist like she could hold all his disappointment too. “Swear, just let me get five minutes—I’ll take a shoe to they behinds!”

Xavier blinked, stunned for a second before he let out a slow, real laugh. Not forced, not strained—just warm. Janelle always knew how to pull him back from the edge.

“What shoe, baby?” he teased softly, brushing a curl off her damp cheek.

She pulled back, narrowed her eyes like a woman with plans.

“Any shoe, country. Crocs, heels, church sandals, them big ass Balenciaga joints—don’t try me. They all got hands today.”

He just grinned, pulling her into him again as camera flashes popped in the distance.

He’d lost the game. But the way she held him like she’d still follow him to war?

Yeah.

That man walked out the tunnel feeling like he won the whole damn Super Bowl.

Chapter 111 – “Look at These Lil Babies!”

The hallway outside the Falcons stadium locker rooms buzzed with low voices, post-game camera flashes, and scuffed cleats echoing on concrete. Xavier had his hand on the small of Janelle’s back, walking slow, decompressing, his fingers idly stroking the hem of her number 17 jersey like it grounded him.

Then came a voice behind them.

“Yo… uh, Janelle?”

They both turned to see Bryce Young jogging up, helmet in hand, hair still slightly matted from his own pads, dimples deep as ever and a grateful look on his face.

“Hey—sorry to run up like this,” he said, just slightly breathless. “But I just wanted to say thank you. What you said? About riding for your man and the team? That meant a lot… for real. For all of us.”

Janelle blinked.

And then, her face transformed.

Eyes widened. Lips parted.

“OH. MY. GOD.” she gasped dramatically, clutching Xavier’s arm like she’d just seen the Easter Bunny. “You’re such a little baby! Xay—look at him!”

Xavier, biting back a smile, shook his head. “He’s literally twenty-three—”

“I know! You both are some little youngins!” she grinned, grabbing Bryce by the arm and pulling him in like an overenthusiastic auntie at Thanksgiving. “C’mere, baby, don’t be shy now—aww, look at the cheeks!”

Before the poor QB could protest, she had her hand in his curls, ruffling his hair like he was a Pop Warner star who just won his first scrimmage.

“Somebody get him a juice box and a nap, he done worked hard,” she teased, eyes sparkling as Xavier fully started chuckling beside her.

Bryce, cheeks burning but clearly charmed, just laughed. “Y’all are wild. I’m never living this down.”

“Nah, you’ll be a star, baby,” Janelle said sweetly, smoothing his hair back down. “But I’ma still be calling you lil Bryce. Forever.”

As Bryce gave Xavier a handshake and headed off shaking his head, Xavier leaned in low to murmur in Janelle’s ear, eyes full of heat and humor.

“You play too damn much.”

She grinned, slipping her hand into his. “And yet… you still love me.”

He pulled her closer.

“Damn right I do.”

[dans-cliit]

i lowkey need dap and pap to react to dnp crafts. it was so unhinged and hilarious. you know what would make it even better? another level of my two favorite gays who have become even more unhinged and hilarious over the past eight years

[444namesplus]

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[wendellcapili]

Before our respective presentations at the Department of Science and Technology-National Research Council of the Philippines (DOST-NRCP) Legislative Capacity for Research in Evidence-Informed Policymaking (C-REIP) event on 23-25 May 2024, at the Conference Hall, Athletics Stadium, New Clark City Sports Complex—With Dr. Maria Lourdes G. Rebullida (”Case Analysis: Research Evidence in Legislation”) and Dr. Amaryllis T. Torres (”Using Research Approaches to Inform Policy: Disciplinal, Inter-Disciplinary, Multi-Disciplinary, Transdisciplinary Approach, Cross-Disciplinary”). As DOST-NRCP Governing Board Member-at-Large and Regular Member of its Humanities Division, I discussed “Unlocking The Power of Research for Informed Policymaking in the Arts and Humanities.”

Dr. Rebullida and Dr. Torres are Regular Members of DOST-NRCP’s Social Science Division. Dr. Rebullida is a retired UP professor of political science and a distinguished member of the Academic Council of the Development Academy of the Philippines (DAP). She received research fellowships at UCLA, the University of Hawai’i and the University of Michigan. In UP Diliman, she served as Department of Political Science Chair, College of Social Sciences and Philosophy(CSSP) Associate Dean, and Deputy Director of the Center for Integrative and Development Studies (CIDS).

Dr. Torres is a UP College of Social Work and Community Development (CSWCD) Professor Emerita and former Dean. She was a National Academy of Science and Technology (NAST) Outstanding Young Scientist (OYS) and later, UP Diliman Vice Chancellor for Academic Affairs, Commissioner of the National Commission on the Role of Filipino Women (NCRFW), Executive Director of the Philippine Social Science Council (PSSC), Chairperson of the UNESCO National Commission of the Philippines, and President of the Psychological Association of the Philippines (PAP).

Representatives from the Senate, the House of Representatives, and the Mindanao Development Authority attended our presentations. Hopefully, our discussions enhanced the advisory capacity of the DOST-NRCP in assisting the government, particularly the legislature, in making evidence-informed policy decisions.

[muckmagister]

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i could already do that it's called bee do pap skipideep boowap dee doop scatity dap stak bap

[dannifer]

i think we need to take a moment and think about how dan has never lived by himself in his life and has been smothered with people who love him his entire life

[uradvity]

the troons are calling W.A.P. transphobic so today I am proposing to make it the official terf anthem

[jackharl0w0]

Can I request where the reader is dating Jack and y’ll are at the club? The reader is giving him a lap dance which turns him on. You can pick the ending.

stoppp i love thisss!!!

in the club

jack harlow x reader

warning: sexual themes! not comfy, simple. don’t read please!

you, jack, and some friends were going out for your weekly outing for the night, jack was already in a bit of a mood bc he did not approve of what you were wearing which was a tight long-sleeve burgundy dress with cut outs on the sides that revealed your mid section, but you knew he was not going to make you go all the way up stairs to change. not to mention it took you what felt like years to finally be ready so he did not want to risk the extra time lost from getting to your destination. he knew you looked good though. but that was the problem, too good.

so he hastily grabs you by the hand leading you to the discrete black suv parked outside of your home.

“babe slow down, you’re about to pull my arm off.” you giggled a little.

still remaining stone faced and annoyed. jack opens the door to the passengers side for you to get in and then makes his way to the drivers side and gets in. the tension during the car ride was slowly building but jack still remained silent. still visibly frustrated.

after an excruciatingly quiet 30 minute car ride, you get to the club where you’re meeting up with jack’s usual crowd that he likes to chill with when he’s in LA. parking in front of the club for valet, you can already hear the music and see the flashing lights from the cameras the paparazzi were holding.

jack is the first to get out hurrying to your side of the car so he can open the door for you. you step out and you can already hear the paps calling your name and making comments on how good you look tonight. you can see jack tighten at the comments but he doesn’t make a scene. he wraps his arm around your waist and the two of you make your way into the entrance passing the bouncer and long line of people wanting to get in.

just as you guys get in the door, out of the paparazzi’s reach, he draws you close.

“i know you like all of the attention slut” his words sending shocks straight to your lower abdomen.

you look at him with wide eyes, he doesn’t even acknowledge you like he never said a word. he spots the designated section where he can see all of his homeboys. you walk through the dance floor to a kind of sectioned off area slightly secluded from the rest of the club. you can still hear the music perfectly fine though. he finally lets go of your waist to dap up druski, est gee, drama, some other rappers that he knew, and of course urban. you follow his lead giving them hugs.

some girls were there too, you assumed they came with the men so being friendly, you leaned down and gave the hugs also. if you were being honest the dress you were wearing was kind of short so you felt it ride up a little as you greeted the girls. jack noticed and discretely got behind you putting his hand on your side. you already knew that he was pissed.

the night went on, the bottles were on rotation, the dj was blasting hit after hit. and you could tell that jack was finally thawing out. you were on the dance floor grinding on him and vibing to the music.

*song starts*

jack decides to take you back to the vip section which was conveniently empty due to everyone scattering throughout the club, talking, drinking, dancing, whatever. but all jack cared about was getting you to himself. he sat down and lured you into his lap. lightly grabbing you by the neck and pulling you into a moderate speed kiss.

as the kiss went on, it got deeper and more needy. jack slowly trailed his kisses off of your lips, kissing down your neck to your shoulders. he had rotated you to the front with your back facing him. he was rubbing all over your hips while still kissing your neck.

without any words, jack grabbed your hips and started grinding your ass on his lap to the rhythm of the song. you knew what he wanted you to do, so his moves soon became your own. you took over grinding yourself into his lap. moving your hips to the beat. as the song progressed you moved your ass on is lap in a way that drove him mad. you could feel him rubbing and smacking your ass. jack was clearly turned on, you could feel his hard on under you, ever so slightly brushing against your heat at times. and all that did was encourage you even more.

at this point jack was ready to take you home. and luckily it was about time. the song was over, the club was winding down. so jack reluctantly slid you out of his lap only for the fact that his friends were soon gonna be flooding back into the section. he draped both of your legs over one of his and you leaned in to kiss him one last time. right on time his friends were back, so y’all pulled away.

“damn y’all had the entire section to yourselves?” druski asked while walking in with a girl from earlier. he said it as if y’all were up to no good, in which you were but that was none of his business. 💀

jack laughed it off. everyone talked for about 30 more minutes until you all decided to leave. everyone found their cars right outside of the club and said goodbyes. you and jack walked to his car and got in. as soon as he closed his door his hand went straight to the inside of your thigh. rubbing and squeezing it sometimes coming into contact with your clit. he drove off pretty fast.

assuming he was going home you were taken aback when he suddenly swerved on to this random side street and found an empty parking lot. he parked and unbuckled his seat belt.

“baby what are you doing” you said in a jumbled sentence as he was kissing your lips.

“i’m finishing what we started at the club. you better be glad i didn’t take you right there, where someone could have easily walked in and seen you being a whore for me.” he said unfastening the belt he had on.

“can you not wait until we get ho-“ he grabs you by your chin

“back seat now” he said sternly. you did as he said and let him do what he needed to do. it was the least you could do, you did tease him all night.

you can play the song at the beginning of this headcanon or when it says the song starts. it’s up to you or you don’t even have to play the song or find a song that you like.

[gryphll]

ICONIC there was a cat sleeping in Hachiko @amazingphil @danielhowell

[alexthedrummerboy]

you got nothing to lOO YAP DAP LOO YAP DAP LOO YAP DAPPITY DEE DAP DAP DA DOO LA LA LOOSE LA PAP LOO YA DEE DEE DEE DEE DA DA DA DAAA YAAA DADADA DAAA YAAA DADADA DEE DA DADA DEE DADADA DAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

CALEB?!!??!

[my-brothers-corrupted]

Y’all need to eat, and also drink some water or you’ll get hangovers. *paps both ur heads* stay safe kids

“Yes, we do,” agrees Red fondly, pulling him down the hall. “Come on, so. Hey! Whoa, man. How drunk are you?”

Dapper has crashed into his chest, blinking fast. “Dizzy,” he signs.

“You shouldn’t have had that much.”

“I didn’t!”

“Let’s just get you some food and water, okay? You’ll feel better.”

He leads him into the kitchen and then decides against sitting him down at the island, turning to leave him beside Blue on the couch. Dapper sways dizzily, rubbing at his head.

“Hey, my darling, what’s wrong?” asks Blue, reaching out for him. “Dok, come here.”

“He’s okay,” Red insists. “He just, uh. Got into the liquor!”

“Hey!” cries Dok, anger and alarm slicing through his face. “Hey, why! Why would you do that?”

“Dok, come on,” Red protests.

“No, don’t ‘come on’ me! Alcoholism runs in our family and he had a suicide attempt last week. Not to mention Haldol interacts with alcohol! You’ll be dizzy all day.”

Dapper shakes his head, staring up at Dok with big blue eyes. He didn’t know that.

“Don’t give the doctor puppy eyes! It’s stupid, Dap! You want to get to drinking everyday, huh? You want a fun hangover so someone has to look after you? You want to be drunk all the time and then I can’t get you to wake up and it’s four in the morning and I told you to stop, I told you not to have so much, I keep telling you - !”

“Dok!” Trick cuts him off.

Dok stops, closing his eyes.

Trick’s face is guilty and drawn in the kitchen. He turns heavily back to his cooking, dishing meat and veggies onto flatbread.

[dans-cliit]

watching dap and pap as an “older” fan (compared to when i watched them in middle school) makes everything so much funnier and enjoyable and understandable. like i’ve had the time to develop other random interests in media etc.

all this to say that the eric andre show reference in Poppy Playtime ch 3 was beautiful and amazing

ETA dan just made a rupaul reference. i love them

[maybeyapping]

Griffin: standing in front of you is a Magnus shaped statue

Me, on the verge of tears: :0

Travis: welp! See ya next cycle BA DA BAP A DAP PAP

Me: the emotional roller coaster you have set me on will doom you

[novadovee]

they are absolute dorks and i love them