#which is bad boy Peyton

[justplainwhump]

Just A Fling: Distraction

Because @wildfaewhump has amazing (hot!) characters and Dany just can't keep her hands to herself, here's another spicy AU. In which my Dany and Vic's Peyton have had nothing bad happen to them and are successful rich kids working in their parent's companies. They also happen to have insane chemistry.

[Just A Fling Masterlist]

(Don't worry though, there's plenty whump on the horizon. Peyton isn't exactly a nice guy.)

(This is technically aligned with the "Everything and Nothing" AU of Vic, focusing on Valerian as Peyton's spouse)

Content: (Very) Spicy flirting. A lot of innuendo.

Night has long fallen, and Dany leans back in the leather chair of the hotel bar, staring at the city lights far below. Young Leaders in Management, the conference is called, and it's an honor to be there; chances are a bunch of them will be in next year's "30 under 30" list of top managers. It's hard to truly believe in it, when most of them work for companies that have their parents' name.

People like Peyton Montgomery, 29, CFO of Montgomery Capital. Charlene Lennox, 26, CFO of Baxter, Lennox and partners. Orville Roscoe, 25, whose grandmother put the R in WRU. And herself, Danielle Hammond, 29, COO of the Hammond Group.

Charlene had invited her to dinner over their joint venture building up a freight airline; and as always she'd been a strenuous and utterly un-fun conversation partner, leaving Dany in desperate need of a drink after their meeting had finally ended.

A drink, and a distraction.

She pulls out her phone with a sigh, scrolling down to find the respective apps.

"What are you doing?", Kate asks, suddenly alert. Shes been half asleep before, and Dany almost feels the pang of a bad conscience. Kate is second shift of her security detail, but that still means she's been working all night.

"Bumble." Dany turns her screen for Kate to see. "I need a fuck."

"Dany," Kate groans. "Please, give me a break. You know how hard it is to vet random strangers on the internet? For all I know, any of the men in that app could be a serial killer."

"Well, what else do you suggest?"

"Look at what's right in front of you. How about..." She makes a vague gesture. "Peyton Montgomery? He's sitting at the bar and he checked your ass out twice in the last five minutes alone."

Dany glances over her shoulder through the dim light of the half empty bar, easily spotting Peyton's dark curls. He's sitting at the bar. Alone, it seems - a state that seems entirely wrong for him. At home during any social events, he's the heart of the party; him, his spouse and their elitist circle of old-money friends. She'd never felt any need to belong.

"Pretty sure your line of arguments is flawed," she notes. "Rich boys can be serial killers, too, you know."

"At least I can be sure that he isn't in it for your money." Kate shrugged and pushed her glass of water from one side of the table to the other. "Plus, he lives in the same hotel. Neither of us has to get out in the cold."

Dany sighs and looks at him again. She's attended a panel with him, earlier today, 'Cost cutting by Process Automation'. Arrogant, spoilt, pumped with the casual confidence of those who always got whatever they wanted. He's also got a pretty smile, dry humour, and a way with numbers. And she really likes the way his shirt emphasises his shoulders.

Maybe it's worth a shot.

His head goes up to the mirror over the bar and he smirks, acknowledging her stare. Slowly, not breaking eye contact, he raises his glass to his lips and takes a small sip.

Fuck.

Just for that smirk, she'd swipe him right in any app.

She breaks their eye contact and looks back at Kate, half defeated. "I'll talk to him."

Kate grins and raps her knuckles on the table. "Good luck."

~

"Dany Hammond." Peyton smiles as she steps up next to him. "Really enjoyed that debate with you today. You're up late."

"Thanks. Right back at you. Still not over your cost efficiency argumentation, though. These numbers are obviously -" She bites her lip and shakes her head. Focus. She's here to find something else entirely. "Well you're right with one thing. It's too late to talk business."

"It is." He tilts his head at the empty bar stool next to him. "Let me buy you a drink?"

Dany raises an eyebrow, stepping back to look him down slowly. His shoulders and arms under that expensive shirt look even better up close. He really is her type. "Depends on what your intentions are with that."

He chuckles and returns the favour, taking her in head to toe. "Well... I could certainly come up with some ideas for my... intentions." Peyton glances over her shoulder and raises his glass towards Kate. "I guess it all depends on what your bodyguard back there will let me do to you."

"Ah." Dany clicks her tongue in fake disappointment. "Wrong answer, rich boy."

"Oh?" He narrows his eyes, a hint of a challenge sparking in them. "Depends on what... you'll let me do to you?"

She takes a sip of her drink and tilts her head. "Better."

He's not moving for a moment, simply assessing her, and she wonders if Kate's been wrong.

"Let's say..." He begins, and something to his tone makes a warm shiver run down her spine already. His eyes are firmly on hers now, very carefully observing any reaction. "Let's assume my intentions were to fuck you over every horizontal surface of my suite?"

Dany's heart is racing with anticipation. "Hmmm." Her lip twitches into a smirk. "Then I guess you should order these drinks to go."

Peyton snaps his fingers and signals the bartender without taking his gaze off of her. "You should just know, Dany," He gives her an almost boyish grin, as the bartender scurries back to pick up a bottle. "I was prepared to properly seduce you. I'd have given you the whole nine yards. The words, the smiles, the body language, the touches. People tend to admire my effortless charm."

Dany slides from her chair, their bodies almost touching, but just not, close enough to feel the heat radiating from each other. "Oh I don't have a doubt you're a good actor", she admits, and reaches out, fingertips resting on his chest. "But haven't we found on in that debate that we both rather share a passion for..." She leans in, acutely aware of how her hair falls over his shoulder, how her breath must feel on the skin of his neck. "... efficacy."

He moves faster than she expected, his hand on her hip spinning her around, and then she's pinned between his body and the bar, and it's his mouth that is on her neck, his teeth grazing over her skin.

From the corner of her eye, she sees Kate jump to her feet.

Peyton chuckles, holds out his hand, and a cold bottle of champagne is handed to him.

"Make sure your bodyguard knows not to disturb us," he murmurs into her hair. "We're going to be making a lot of noise."

[s4wdvator]

first time — LUCAS SCOTT

PAIRING: Lucas Scott x fem!reader

SUMMARY: You go to a party thanks to your friends, and end up having your first time with Lucas.

WORDS COUNT: 2.0k

WARNINGS: "y/n" used once, smutt, first time, drink commented, fluff, lucas being extremely cute, reader being best friends with Brooke and Peyton.

a/n: Okay, I'll admit that this was a bit bad, but this was my first time writing smutt in English and I don't know if it was good, I hope it pleased you ♡

English is not my first language, I'm sorry if I make mistakes in my writing!!

This fic will have sensitive and sexual content. MNDI!

It had been a while since you had become friends with Brooke and Peyton, which resulted in you being one of the most famous friendship trios at Tree Hill High School. Brooke being the most outgoing, of course, Brooke always got the guys, she was friends with almost everyone. Peyton was more reserved when it came to talking to people, she's introverted, likes rock music, you're Brooke, they're always at her house, whether it's to learn more about the music she buys, to paint her nails and gossip or to listen to Peyton vent about her how Nathan is being an asshole to her. Brooke always knows the whole school's gossip, so it turns out there's always something between you. 

Almost a week ago, Lucas Scott — Nathan's half-brother from different mothers — managed to join the basketball team, literally that boy is being flirted with by girls. 

Lucas was a boy who, before the basketball team, played with some friends at River Court Park. However, in your first game he wasn't as bad as you and the two girls expected. He started out VERY bad, that was obvious but he really exceeded your expectations. 

You were definitely interested in Lucas, but as it turned out, so was Brooke so much so that she made her move to get naked in the backseat of Lucas' car, which made you slightly lose your hopes for him, if you had any. Brooke is beautiful and has a great body, what would be the chances of him choosing you? 

Well, that's how something really interesting begins.

There was a party today, you were in Peyton's room changing in her bathroom, while Brooke and Peyton were talking about something. Brooke chose from the three clothing options you showed her a tight, dark blue dress that reached the end of her thighs. It definitely valued your body and then you carefully left the bathroom and claps and screams came from your friends. 

"Definitely gorgeous" Brooke said smiling.

"If you don't give some kisses today, the boys are blind" Peyton said laughing while Brooke nodded, agreeing with her friend. 

It didn't take long for the girls to get ready, Peyton was wearing a basic black dress and Brooke was wearing a pretty pink dress.

When I arrived at the party, it was full. Some people you knew, but some you hadn't even seen in your life. It was always like that at parties, unknown people would come. The party started out pretty boring for you, Peyton was with Nathan and Brooke with any boy who showed interest and she thought it was cute. You were just drinking whatever you found in the kitchen. Until the moment you heard a voice behind you.

“Hey” Lucas said to you.

"Hi, new boy" You smiled kindly at him and he genuinely smiled at you. 

“Y/n, right?” He asked, sitting next to you on the bench outside the house.

"Yes" She replied simply while looking at him in surprise and with a slight curiosity because until then, Lucas Scott had never looked at you properly. 

You and Lucas talked for about thirty minutes, you got to know a lot about him, what his life was like in relation to Nathan's family, his hatred for Dan, he talked about how much he admired his mother and in return, you talked about your problems at home which resulted in both of them saying "I'm sorry" at the same time and then bursting out laughing.

"How did you become...you know...popular?" He asked out of nowhere, making the girl next to him frown and he noticed and clarified "You know, when we were in eighth grade, I remember you, braces, quiet and not known to almost anyone."

"Ah, get it. I mean, I don't know, the next thing I know I was talking to Peyton at the beginning of the year and then Peyton introduced me to Brooke and Brooke kind of introduced me to the whole school" You replied with a shrug, and he nodded.

"Get it" Lucas smiled, the kind of smile that would make any girl melt, including you. 

"But how about you? How are you doing? Y'know, now being the famous guy of tree hill" She asked back as she went back to drinking the drink from the glass.

"I can't say normal, but it's not going bad" He chuckled and looked at her "You look beautiful" he added, smiling smugly at her.

Quickly, she blushed nervously and laughed embarrassedly "Thank you" she smiled embarrassedly at him.

So, you started to stare at the night full of stars, as a way to escape from facing him, but he continued staring at you blatantly. It was silent for a few minutes until you decided to look at him and say something but he cuts you off with a kiss. His lips were glued to the sky, at first you didn't know how to react, but soon you began to return his kiss. You can feel Lucas's hand slowly go to your waist and caress gently making your entire body shivered with the sensation. 

Little by little, his hands went to the hem of your dark blue dress, while he started kissing your neck, you stopped saying "Lucas...we are in public" She said in a embarrassed way.

"I'm sorry" he asked, stopping quickly and then he walked away and you straightened up and sighed at what had just happened.

"It's okay, I...kind of was liking but we're in public and it doesn't feel right" she smiled at him.

"Do you want to go somewhere else that isn't so public?" he asked after a while, making your eyes widen in surprise at the courage of the question and without you wanting to, you answered him — "Yeah, totally" — Now you were in a room in the party house and locked, of course.

Lucas began to kiss you slowly, while you reciprocated, his attention went to your legs, in which his hands slowly entered your dress and he started kissing your neck and collarbone while you enjoyed and caressed his blonde hair. For a few minutes, the room was silent until he gave her butt a light squeeze and she let out a moan and he chuckled. He carefully grabbed your thighs firmly and picked you up, your legs wrapping around his waist, his hands on your thighs and your arms around his neck. Lucas walked to the bed in the room and laid you down carefully while kissing your lips quickly and full of desire.

His hands held the hem of your dress and slowly went up and soon, with his help, you were just in your lingerie set and he gave you a smile "Pretty" he whispered to you. 

Your hands went inside his shirt, caressing and lightly scratching his back while he kissed your neck and caressed your hips, playing with the hem of your panties, making you whimper slightly and he pulled away and took off his shirt, exposing his muscular chest — But nothing exaggerated — Little by little he started unbuttoning his jeans and soon changing into boxers, and then you stopped him before he got any closer.

"Lucas, I... never did that" You said and he looked at you for a few seconds and approached you, carefully placing himself between your legs and whispering in your ear — "It's okay" — You frowned and became calmer, “Really?”

"Yeah. Totally, but do you still want to do it?" he asked caressing your cheeks with his left hand.

"Yeah...I want it" She smiled while the silver chain around his neck hit her collarbone, causing you to feel butterflies in your stomach and he carefully went back to kissing her neck and gently caressing her stomach while her hands still caressed his blonde hair, while she enjoyed the feeling of his touches. Then, his hands slid to her back and carefully unhooked her bra and his hands carefully took off her bra, throwing it on some corner of the bed while his hands gently caressed her breasts.

She let out a light moan and he smiled, and carefully he sucked her nipples and on the other breast, he caressed her nipples. She writhed beneath him. After a few minutes, he stopped paying attention to her breasts and gently kissed her stomach until he reached the hem of her panties and he looked at her, as a way of asking permission and she just nodded, eagerly.

Lucas's hands carefully reached the strap of her panties, but before he took them off, he brought her face closer and placed a light kiss on the fabric, causing her to let out a moan. Then, he finally pulled down her panties and threw them anywhere, just like he did with her bra. He carefully placed kisses on her thighs, while he just heard her moans filling the room. Finally, Lucas carefully planted a few kisses on her clitoris, making her catch her breath at the new sensation.

"Lucas" she moaned his name as she began to feel his hot tongue licking her pussy, causing more and more moans, her hands held his blonde hair and sometimes gave it a few tugs, until the time Lucas felt her completely wet and carefully added a finger to her entrance, causing another moan from her.

The next time his finger entered her, he felt her entire walls tighten around his finger, while he continued to stimulate her clitoris with his tongue, sometimes giving it a few sucks. With a few more moves like that, she was almost there.

"Lucas...I-" she couldn't finish, as another moan came and she ended up pushing his face further, wanting more contact.

"I know" he replied, as he accelerated the movements with his fingers and tongue, and it didn't take long for her to cum on his finger. In which, he had no shame in putting it in his mouth just to feel your tasted.

She let out a relieved sigh and smiled at him, already slightly touched, he gave her a kiss, causing her to feel a slight taste of herself.

"I'm going to go carefully" He whispered in her ear with a smile, whilw she saw the large bulge in his boxers. He carefully kissed her lips and took off his boxers, he moved his hands to his own dick, relieving it slightly and he carefully adjusted himself on her legs, he carefully positioned the head of his dick at her entrance and faced her. and said "Ready?"

"Yes," She whispered, as she clutched at nothing, anxiously.

He carefully and slowly pushed his dick inside her, she just let out a few moans of pain as she was fully lubricated for him. He stayed inside her for a while, quietly, waiting for her to get used to his size and him being there inside her.

"Okay...you can move" She smiled decidedly, carefully, he started to move his hips slowly, while his hands were on her hips, picking up momentum. When her moans slowly turned into pleasure, he increased the speed of his movements. His hips slamming against yours, his balls hitting your ass, while the room was full of moans, sighs coming from Lucas and you, however, they could also hear the loud music from the party.

Lucas continued the movement, until the moment Abby let out something similar to a low scream but in a moan and he knew what was happening "Try to hold it" he asked, wanting them to reach climax together, so she started to squeeze his dick of him inside her, causing shivers and grunts from him.

"Continue" he groaned in a hoarse voice. You obeyed and continued squeezing him "Okay...you can let go" he whispered in your ear and then, you both came at the same time.

Lucas, when he felt the sensation of pleasure invade his body, he laid his face in the crook of your neck and stayed there for a few minutes, until he carefully took his dick out of you and lay down on the bed next to you, pulling you into his arms.

"You did well...for a first time" he whispered and you let out a laugh. After a few minutes of rest, the two of you had to get dressed again and go back to the party, however, the end of the night ended with Lucas at your house.

[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

Don't knock it till you try it

Masterlist

Pairing: Syverson x reader x Walter Marshall (technically college AU. I needed to make the road trip scenario plausible.)

Summary: Your friends Walter and Sy have offered to drive you home for the summer, and you have decided to turn it into a nice relaxed camping trip on the way...

Word count: 9146 (yes, really...)

Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, 18+, MINORS DNI, fingering (vaginal, anal - f receiving), oral sex (f and m receiving), penetrative sex (vaginal, anal, DP - f receiving), masturbation (f), smug and dirty talking Sy, sex in a tent, hint of a size kink (blink and you miss it), silly bets, and an astonishingly solid bromance. I think that's all, but call me if I missed any.

A/N: I've finally really stopped hurting the boys and now we're just going for some nice relaxed sex in a goddamn tent, dammit! Also yeah I'm going to keep imagining the boys in college until the day I die, I don't know why (maybe because I'm young), but just... idk, read it as a memory or something? idk :')

@geralts-yenn @deandoesthingstome @ellethespaceunicorn @peaches1958 @sillyrabbit81 @peyton-warren @summersong69 @mayloma @livisss

You were not – by a long shot – the first girl to see the backseat of the beat-up chevy pickup you were sitting in. Fact. A fact so factual, in fact, that Sy hadn’t complained when you demanded he put a blanket down for you to sit on, which told you more than you really wanted to know.

Now, your eyes kept drifting shut to the sound of tires on asphalt and the bickering of soothing baritone voices in the front seat. The outside world consisted of mountain views and clear blue skies, and the fresh breeze of early summer that worked just hard enough to raise goosebumps on skin, but inside this rusty old vehicle the atmosphere was dominated by two pairs of broad shoulders, deep voices, and what you always mockingly referred to as ‘disgusting man sweat’ – always hoping neither of them would ever find out how often you dreamt of licking those salty droplets off their abs after a workout.

Both of them had shown up, first semester, in a class they didn’t have a prayer of passing, and you’d been teamed up with them because of what you then thought to be a hideous trick of fate. Somehow, you whipping them into shape for that tutorial hadn’t put them off you, and what started as whatever the educational equivalent of ‘frenemies’ is, turned into study buddies and eventually friends. The only downside to your friendship was that you chronically had to explain to your entire dorm that, no, you weren’t sleeping with either of them – let alone both of them.

As you still toed the line between asleep and awake, a heavy hand on your knee – belonging to Walter – made a decision for you in favor of consciousness.

“We’re hungry,” he said.

“You’re always hungry,” you grumbled as you reached for the bag of food and snacks on the other side of the backseat. It was a good thing they didn’t bother to deny it, because you would have strangled them both. God forbid you ever left a bag of Doritos out in your dorm. Seconds! Gone!

Sy had the stones to ask for a tuna sandwich. Absolutely the fuck not!

“I’m not opening that bag in this car, Sy.” It already smelled like stale beer and weed in there. Not in a bad way, but in a ‘you’re not allowed to smoke on campus, so this is our only option’ way. That said, adding tuna to the mix would be a complete disaster.

“Suit yourself,” he snapped. You rolled your eyes. For the love of God, it was all of ten minutes past feeding time! Walter snickered as he held out a hand. Turkey on wheat for Walter, BLT for Sy, mozzarella pesto for you. You’d splurged on groceries, because the boys had offered to take the lion’s share of the drive.

“We were thinkin’ of callin’ it a day soon, sugar.” They’d had morning classes, and you were falling asleep while on snack-duty… Plus, you’d agreed to just take it easy the whole drive. It was summer; there was no need to rush home.

Sy pulled off the highway, quickly ending the smooth, rhythmic hum of the tires on the road, until the asphalt finally made way for the crackling of gravel. Without Sy, you never would have found the campsite at which you pulled over. Camping ran through that guy’s veins, as you could tell from the impressive amount of camping gear in the bed of the pickup – all his.

Even though he helped you get out of the truck, you still lost your footing and stumbled into him, leaving Walter grinning to the side of the spectacle, commenting on your horrible clumsiness.

“Dunno,” Sy replied with a sly smile. “Guess she’s just fallin’ for me.” The cheesy joke made Walter stop dead in his tracks.

“I think that’s twenty-five,” he deadpanned, looking at you. In a less-than-sober state, somewhere in the past year, you had made a deal: if either of them managed to make that joke twenty-five times before the end of the year, you’d… Alright, let the records show that when you made that bet, you had been entirely convinced they’d never take you up on the offer to let them kiss you. But they had.

“You’re not gonna hold me to what I said back then, are you?” you asked in a small voice, your cheeks so hot you could probably fry an egg on them. The door of the truck slammed shut behind you, and Sy slowly stepped forward, forcing you to step back, until you were backed up against the truck, with him leaning over you – completely caged in between his solid body and the car.

“Deal’s a deal, sugar.” There was no trace of his usual grin, no hint of the mischievous glint in his eyes that normally told you he was kidding. He just came closer and closer as your eyes went wide – Walter did nothing. Jackass.

Not that kissing Sy was something you didn’t want. Oh no! In fact, it was something a fairly large part of you wanted so badly you thought you might burst. On some days, being close to either of them – let alone both – was torture, where your heart raced every time they came near you, and you unconsciously held your breath when they touched you… And while the guys just freely admitted to having sex dreams about you, you kept the little nugget of truth that you had similar dreams about them, tightly under wraps. Not because you thought they’d tease you about it, or anything, just… No, wait, actually that’s exactly why you didn’t tell them.

A few more seconds passed in which your heart tried its best to jump out of your chest.

“This isn’t funny, Sy,” you snapped on a sharp exhale when his mouth curled at the corners into that signature smirk you loved to hate. Finally able to gather your thoughts as well as your strength, you put your hands on his chest and pushed. It was a good thing he let you go, because if he had decided to stay put, you wouldn’t have stood a chance in hell.

“I want my kiss, sugar,” he called after you as you paced away to… alright, you didn’t actually know where you were going, but away, at least. “One way or another.”

As pissed – or confused – as you were, this was ‘the outdoors’ and therefore absolutely not the type of environment you were well equipped for in any kind of way, thus you decided it was best to stay close – within earshot, at least – to the boys. But they could take care of unpacking and pitching tents and whatever the fuck else needed doing.

“Hey.” Sy sat down next to you on the rock you had claimed, and put an arm around you. This was oddly comfortable, especially compared to the tense situation by the car, earlier. “I was messin’ with ya back there, you know that, right?” Whether it was to make a point, or simply because Walter wasn’t watching – or maybe because the threatening wall of man from before was now your familiar gentle giant again, you had no idea, but you impulsively reached for Sy and kissed him on the cheek. A low chuckle escaped him, and he pulled you closer.

“There’s a trail up to a waterfall we maybe wanted to check out, you in? Easy hike.” The good thing about hanging out with the guys was that they really considered your level of… adventurous ineptitude. If they suggested this hike, it meant they were at least medium convinced you could actually make it there and back in one piece – or that they could make it at least halfway with you on their backs.

The hike led up to a beautiful, clear river, and a spectacular waterfall. Between the smell of the woods, the sun comfortably warm on your skin, and the phenomenal view, this hike had been more than worth it – never mind that you were all sticky and sweaty from trying to keep up with the guys and their superhuman pace.

“On the way back, can we please remember that I have little legs?” you complained as you sank down onto the rock at the river bank the boys had selected to eat yet another sandwich on. Sy hummed, finally contently munching on the tuna sandwich you’d denied him in the car, and Walter laughed. You sat in silence while your friends ate their food, which meant the rock inevitably became too boring for your limited attention span.

What started off as a relatively sure-footed expedition over the rocks that stuck out of the water, inevitably ended with your very accurate portrayal of a soaking wet person regretting most – if not all – of their life choices. Sy sighed and rolled his eyes as he swallowed the last bite of his sandwich, taking his sweet time to get up and make his way over to you to fish you out of the water – which he then called ‘refreshing’ instead of ‘freezing fucking cold’. That didn’t improve your mood. Next, Walter had to dive for your phone – which, luckily, could swim, but was still going to be next to useless to you at the bottom of this far-deeper-than-anticipated vein of icy death.

Shivering, covered in goosebumps and with chattering teeth, you stood on the bank of the river.

“Take your shirt off,” Walter commanded, plucking his own off the dry rock.

“What?” you stammered, staring at him in disbelief. Now, that alone would have been just fine, if your eyes hadn’t dropped from his face to his chest. Small droplets of water dripped from his hair and beard onto his shoulders and chest and… somehow trickled down his body in slow motion. If they knew how much willpower it took to lift your eyes to his again, they would never let you live it down. Sy repeated his words from a distance – there went your excuse that Walter had just been talking too softly. Sy was still up to his knees in the river, unbothered by the cold, just hanging out there as if that water didn’t rival the fucking arctic ocean for temperature.

As you looked at him, he started to walk back to the riverside. The sun was starting to set, changing the light in a way that made it look like Sy, much like those fucking drops of water, was moving in slow motion, flecks of sunlight dancing over his skin… These guys were distracting enough when they were dry and dressed, but now that they were wet and half naked, with damp, coarse curls sticking to their chest and abs, catching the water that dripped down from their heads… These boys were fucking with your head. Big time.

“Sugar, take off your shirt, please,” Sy repeated when he stood next to you. “You’re freezin’, let’s get you a dry t-shirt, at least.” Oh. So, they weren’t putting the moves on you. Good to know. Hopefully, your exasperated sigh didn’t give away any of the disappointment you felt. With a little help from Walter, you lifted your soaking top over your head, not caring that they saw you in your bra until it was already too late. Sy used his t-shirt to dry you off a bit, before handing you Walter’s to put on. The whole time, they kept their eyes in decent places, and their hands didn’t wander anywhere they shouldn’t. Now, why did that make you feel sad?

“We should head back,” Walter said – mostly to Sy. The sun disappeared rather quickly, and without the heat from it, that dry t-shirt – save for the two tit-shaped wet spots where your soaked bra touched it – didn’t do much to keep you warm.

By the time you made it back to the campsite, you were shivering again. The walk had done next to nothing to warm you, and your still wet jean shorts chafed painfully against your thighs. Not to mention your thighs were starting to chafe painfully against your thighs. So, the first thing you did was disappear into the tiny single tent that was meant for you – as you had made it abundantly clear that sharing a tent with the boys was out of the question – and change into something dry, warm, and comfortable. The guys did the same, although – as it turns out – their version of ‘warm’ included no shirts. Did they ever get cold?

It was tough enough to keep your eyes off Sy in cargo shorts – although Walter in jeans was just as much of a sight for sore eyes – but now that it was getting dark, the sweats came out to play. You silently thanked Walter for his choice of black sweatpants, because keeping your thoughts out of the gutter was hard enough already. Sy was shamelessly sporting a pair of grey sweats, filling them out just about as nicely as humanly possible as he sat there, getting a fire started. The sly glances and that godforsaken smirk he flung your way from time to time told you that he was more than aware that you were checking him out.

The heat from the fire alone wasn’t enough to warm you up. Sy’s solution was tequila – which helped, but not quite enough, so Walter wrapped you in a blanket, pulling you close to his side as he ran his hands over your arms in an attempt to stop your shivering. At the same time, Sy inched closer, and before you knew it, four arms were wrapped around you.

Apart from being hot, proverbially, these guys were hot in the literal sense, too, warming you up slightly more effectively than the blanket around your shoulders and moderate amount of alcohol in your system. Still, the icy temperatures from the ground you were sitting on seeped into you without mercy. Of course, the boys took notice, both getting the same idea, and each grabbing one of your legs to try and pull you into their respective laps. Needless to say; it didn’t work, and you just ended up with spread legs, sitting between them on the floor. Sy had that twinkle in his eye, that smirk on his face that was dripping with confidence and indecency… You had to get out of there before he could speak!

As you scrambled to your feet, mumbling something about getting another blanket for yourself to sit on, you tripped and fell into Walter’s lap. Of course! You had been keeping score on that bet as well, and you knew you had come here – fucking camping – with both of the guys stuck on twenty-four counts of the same lame fucking joke… This was your fault, really.

To your surprise, however, Walter said nothing – instead, he smiled politely, pulling you into a more comfortable position in his lap.

“You’ve earned it,” you whispered, although you had absolutely no idea why. Maybe because it was the truth, maybe because you just wanted this bet to be over. Either way, it hurt you that he didn’t make the dumb joke, and asked to collect his reward the way Sy had. Hoping to get up before Walter looked into your eyes – where your thoughts were no doubt displayed for everyone to see – you made a move that was entirely too advanced for your mediocre balance and agility, and you crashed down again, this time falling harder than before. As Walter grunted, panic shot through you…

“Darling, I’d ask you if it hurt when you fell from heaven, but so far the only person who got hurt in that process, is me,” he blurted out in a strangled voice, while Sy was losing it next to you, howling from laughter.

Was it the booze? The fire? The tension from this afternoon? The fact that you were sitting in his lap, with his hands maybe a tad too low on your hips, but high enough to not rouse suspicion? Or maybe just your complete lack of self-control? Whatever it was, it caused you to move to straddle his thighs, and without thinking about it for so much as a second, you kissed him. If you’d had a sliver of hope before that Walter would break the kiss after an at least semi-decent amount of time, it was gone now, because the hand on your hip pulled you tighter against him, and his other hand tangled in your hair.

Walter kissed you. It took far more effort than you had ever expected to really let that sink in, but at the same time there was no way around it. He was kissing you, and it was eager, and rough, accompanied by ragged breaths and the occasional moan. It managed to make you forget everything around you. Everything except for Sy – mainly because he let out a pained grunt just as you were about to stick your tongue down Walter’s throat.

“I got a kiss on the cheek, man,” he groaned as he leaned in slightly on one elbow.

Now, if you had been thinking clearly, you would have laughed it off, gotten up and gone to bed. Safe to say, you were not thinking clearly.

Sy’s mouth felt just as good on yours as Walter’s had, with similarly soft lips, a similarly coarse beard scraping your skin, and a similar roughness to him that only wound you tighter. You moaned, your hips unconsciously grinding into Walter’s, his growing hard-on providing extra friction to soothe the ache between your legs. When you briefly opened your eyes to see if Sy was as involved in this as you were, you saw him palm his own erection through his sweats – casually adjusting its position before focusing on you again. In that moment – timed perfectly with a moan from Walter – something inside of you snapped.

“I’m going to bed,” you stuttered as you broke the kiss with Sy, at the same time scrambling to get to your feet – this time succeeding without falling into anyone, and making it to your own tent without a hitch. ‘

Now, if it had been a sober conversation, and it hadn’t been in the middle of nowhere without a sound to be heard for miles other than crickets, the occasional owl, and the crackling of the fire, at least half of it would have been inaudible from where you had pitched your tents. But the boys were too drunk, and their voices too deep and dark – the sound just traveled too far. You could have ignored them. You could have turned around, pulled your sleeping bag over your ears, and pretended to be asleep until it became the truth. Instead, you listened, sometimes straining to understand what they were saying.

“So, who do we say got her first?”

“I’m asking for a do-over.”

“Because it was me?”

“We could just… Y’know…”

“Think she’d go for it?”

“What, both of us? My ex did…”

“But she was nuts.”

“Hey! Okay, fair enough.”

Both of them? Both of them? As in… Separately? Or… Oh, what the fuck did it matter! The answer was yes.

What surprised you most about your thoughts was how completely unsurprised you were by them. Somehow, the idea of sleeping with both Sy and Walter felt as natural as could be, and left you not only stumped, but with another problem that needed tending to…

Without thinking, you slid your hand down your body, and into your sweatpants. Kissing the boys had definitely had its effect on you, you had known that as soon as it had happened, but the extent of the mess between your thighs was still quite surprising. Somehow, tasting both of them, followed by your eavesdropping, had made you dripping wet and craving something more than just your fingers. Unfortunately, they’d have to do.

You thought of that first kiss with Walter, then the one with Sy, then wondered what it would feel like to have those beards scratch the skin of your neck, slowly making their way down to your chest. Would they lick? Bite? Moan? You pictured Sy, eagerly making his way further down, while Walter kept his attention on your chest. Would he be as quiet as he always was? Was Sy as loud as you imagined him to be?

There were so many things to wonder about, besides the obvious size question, that the thoughts consumed you completely as you worked yourself up to your peak. So completely, in fact, that you didn’t hear the guys return to the tents – just as you squealed from pleasure while you came. Hard.

“Fuck, sugar,” Sy said from outside. Walter warned him to stop talking, but he didn’t listen. “Tell me if you want any help.”

It was tempting to say ‘yes’. It was tempting to crawl into that tent and tell them you had heard everything they said by the fire. It was tempting to offer yourself up on a silver platter, hoping they’d make good on their promises from before by fucking the life out of you. But things that are tempting can also still be difficult, so you did nothing. Well, nothing… If ‘dying of embarrassment’ counts as ‘something’, you were definitely not doing nothing.

The sound of your own teeth chattering prevented you from falling asleep, even though you could hardly keep your eyes open. And who knew goosebumps could hurt like this? The boys had warned you beforehand that it would get cold at night, and you’d even told Sy what you had planned on wearing as pajamas, and he’d said you’d be good. Well, you weren’t good. You were covered from head to toe, and you were not – by any definition of the word – ‘good’.

As hard and painful as it was to just lay there and freeze, it was harder to get up, worm your double-socked feet into your sneakers and get out of your tent. Outside, it was pitch black, and the dim light of your phone was barely enough to prevent you from falling flat on your face. You had to credit the boys with their incredible foresight to keep the path from your tent to theirs free of tripping hazards – something you were so delighted in at that moment that you forgot to question whether or not there was some sort of ploy, or whatever in place. Lewd scheme or not, you were glad to make it without a hitch.

“Eh, guys?” you whispered after zipping open the tent and poking your head in.

“Hm? What?” It was Walter – and from Sy’s continued snoring, you deduced that you shouldn’t wait for him to answer; he wasn’t waking up.

“I’m really fucking cold,” you admitted reluctantly. That seemed to wake Walter up a little more…

“Cold? You could go on an expedition to the north pole dressed the way you are!” The sleep-drunk slur of his voice was… adorable, in a way. To his left – no, his right… To his left from where you were standing? The left side of the air-mattress they were on when you looked at it, standing at the foot of the bed, the right side if you were actually lying in… oh for fuck’s sake! Next to him, Sy groaned and turned – although you couldn’t see any of that, because it was very dark.

“The fuck is going on?” he grunted, his voice gravelly and dark – which did a good job of making your knees weak.

“She’s cold,” Walter replied dryly.

“There’s no way,” Sy said in disbelief, “she’s dressed for winter in Alaska.”

“If you two are done mocking me, I’m actually freezing my ass off out here. Do you have an extra blanket or something?” you snapped.

“Sugar, we’re not even wearin’ shirts,” Sy said, his voice steadier now that he was waking up.

“Great, so you put on a shirt, and I’ll take your sleeping bag.” It was a shame they couldn’t see you roll your eyes, but the snippy tone would surely get your point across.

“Or you could just come here, love,” Walter said all of a sudden. There was rustling in the tent and then a dim red light over your heads turned on.

“Interesting choice…” you started, but Walter and Sy chuckled.

“It’s easier on your eyes, sugar.” Shit, Sy was easy on your eyes, god damn. He hadn’t been lying when he’d said he wasn’t wearing a shirt, and the way he casually lounged on that fucking mattress right now, with that arm behind his head, eyes half shut…

Walter was sitting up, holding a hand out to you, waiting patiently until you had zipped open the door further – which took so long that he ended up helping you with it. As you got in, he got out, and for a moment you were scared he would offer to leave you with Sy while he took your tent, but after a while he returned holding your backpack and sleeping bag.

The bed was a bit small for the three of you, especially since the guys were so bulky, but you managed to make it work. The only thing was… shivering in between them was hardly more comfortable than shivering by yourself, and now there wasn’t enough space to curl up into a ball and hope for the best.

“Sugar, stop squirmin’, c’mere.” Sy’s strong arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you close, when up until now you’d been trying desperately not to touch either of them. “Alright, I take it back, she is freezin’.” A gesture to Walter you could feel but not see, made him scooch over, too, until his body was flush against yours.

Your heart raced in your throat when warm hands slipped underneath your hoodie, stroking your side and – eventually – your stomach. Somewhere down the line, you forgot how to breathe properly, taking in shallow breaths, hoping the guys wouldn’t notice. Of course, they did, because they were inches away from you.

“You should take this off, sugar,” Sy mumbled into your ear. Every muscle in your body tensed up at the suggestion, and it felt like the air was knocked out of your lungs.

“C-can’t,” you stammered, “I’m not… eh… I’m not wearing a bra.”

“Fairly sure we’ve seen a pair of tits before, love,” Walter replied, right at the time Sy muttered ‘neither are we’, making you laugh. Somehow, all of this seemed innocent – or rather; you were convincing yourself it felt innocent, and any subtext and undertones were a figment of your imagination, instead, when in fact, it was far more likely that it was exactly the other way around…

“Not mine,” you protested, biting your lip as a third hand, belonging to Walter, began to roam your back.

“We’re aware of that,” Sy said, his voice dangerously close to your ear. His breath was hot against your cold skin – a sensation that made you shiver.

“In fact, we try not to think about it. It makes us sad,” Walter said, leaning his forehead against yours, sliding his hand down your back and then up your side until his thumb was less than an inch away from the underside of your boobs.

For a moment, the thought that this was just a tactic to actually warm you up flashed through your head, because – in all fairness – it was working. Every part of you was suddenly glowing, breath quick and ragged in anticipation of whatever it was that would come next. What surprised you, though, was how calm they both seemed. Then again, they had already – unknowingly – admitted to having done this before. If that was where this was headed, which you still didn’t quite know for sure… It was as if the guys were both waiting for something. Waiting for… you.

Your lips trembled as you tilted your head up, Walter taking your hint and pressing his lips to yours. Sy pushed your hair out of the way and latched on to your neck. Neither of them went straight to groping you – not more than they had been up until now – but it was only a matter of time before you felt Walter’s hand creep up to your chest. He broke your kiss, his eyes silently asking for permission, which you gave him with the flash of a smile and a slight nod, gasping when his fingers brushed past your nipple. Despite the rising temperatures in the tent – even though most of that was likely just your imagination – the difference between your skin and Walter’s was striking, and you moaned when his warm hand cupped your breast.

Sy was less subtle by about a million degrees, boldly grabbing as much of your other boob as humanly possible – and he had big hands, so you quickly ran out of tit for him to dig his fingers into.

“Can you take it easy,” you blurted out as you laughed in surprise at his – as far as you were concerned – unwarranted enthusiasm.

“Darlin’, I’ve been dreamin’ of these tits for weeks, throw a man a bone.” He groaned when you backed a hip into him the same way you would have if he had been standing next to you.

“Looks like you’re the one throwing me a bone, Syverson,” you teased when you felt his cock push against your ass. It was a horrible joke; Walter laughed, Sy did not – possibly because he was the one on the receiving end of your mockery. Instead, you heard a low, arrogant chuckle in your ear, that told you exactly how he wasn’t going to give you the upper hand.

“I ain’t throwin’ you nothin’, sugar,” he growled, putting a hand on your hip, gripping you tight. “I’m gonna make you fuckin’ beg for it.”

“Promises, promises.” Teasing the boys was fun when you were studying, because you very clearly had a head start in that department, and they would get frustrated, and it was very cute. But now, sandwiched between their bodies, gone was your head start. Any advantage you had over them, in any other way, was useless here. The worst part? They fucking knew it. It was as if they grew bigger and you got smaller, and you were loving every second of it.

Suddenly, the hands underneath your sweater grew impatient, tugging the fabric up until there was no point in keeping it on. Rough hands turned you on your back, which left you staring up at both guys while they raked their eyes over your naked upper body. The knowledge that they were far from unaffected by you graced you with a sense of pride that helped keep doubts and shyness away as you reveled in their attention and the appreciative grunts and moans they let out as they looked at you.

“Fuck,” Walter muttered, licking his lips, completely focused on your bare skin. He scooched closer to you, grinding his hips into your side as he did, and turned your face to his to kiss you.

It was as eager as before, this time with Sy descending, pressing his lips to your neck, exceeding every expectation you had created in your fantasy from before; their lips were softer, their tongues wetter, and the way the coarse hair felt on your skin better than anything you could ever imagine. You whined and squirmed as their hands glided over your body, paying plenty of attention to your boobs, their fingers treating the soft flesh in remarkably similar ways. After a while, they switched places; Sy kissed you, Walter explored your body, making you gasp into Sy’s mouth as he wrapped his lips around your nipple, sucking gently on the hardened little bud while his fingers worked the other.

Eventually, he came back up to kiss you, a situation Sy took advantage of by diving straight back between your boobs, this time sliding his hand down your stomach and into your sweatpants – which is when you grabbed his wrist.

“Stop.” Stern and very effective – not that you were about to give the boys any credit for not assaulting you; that sounded like common fucking decency to you, actually. “Before this goes any further; did either of you, with your infinite wisdom and incredible foresight, pack condoms? Because if not…” Before you finished that sentence, both of them sat up and reached for their bag, leaving you there, taken aback by… You didn’t actually know what had you so shocked about this.

Sy made it back to your side first, tucking a handful of condoms beneath his pillow before laying down again. “Oral?” he asked. It was only half the question, but you understood perfectly. You quickly established that everyone was clean, making the short answer to his half-question ‘without’. Sy responded to that agreement by promptly sliding his hand into your pants, not wasting any more time. His fingers slipped between your folds, and he let out a low chuckle.

“For a moment I was worried you didn’t want this as much as we do,” he growled in your ear. “Guess I was wrong.” One quick, skilled swirl of his finger around your swollen clit made you whine – a sound he clearly found very motivational, because his fingers picked up a steady rhythm. You tried to hide your face in Walter’s neck to cover up the sound of your moans, but he caught you and kissed you instead.

Sy somehow found the time to kiss your neck, your jaw, your ear – sinking his teeth into you ever so slightly, stopping just before he hurt you – while he continued what he was doing. His fingers were absolute magic, making you swear under your breath as he effortlessly slipped two of them inside you. Next, he kissed his way down again, not stopping at your breasts, but continuing over your abs, until he reached your sweatpants, pulling them down eagerly without waiting for your permission. Of course, he had it – and you’d had plenty of time to stop him while he was headed there. It’s just that… That was about the very last thing you wanted.

Next to you, Walter kept busy pressing lazy kisses to your neck and jaw, occasionally pulling away to look at you, while he held you and played with your boobs. A few times you tried to move your hand to the bulge in his sweatpants, but he stopped you every time.

“Would you just...”

“Darling, been there, done that. You’ll be useless to me within seconds.” He nodded towards Sy, who was taking a moment to find a decent position between your legs. You raised your eyebrow at Walter, questioning his words, but he didn’t budge. “I’m gonna wait my turn, love.”

“I know this one,” Sy said, running his fingers over the fabric of your thong. You chuckled – he was right; he’d barged into your room one night while you were changing into whatever you were going to wear out to the club, and he’d seen you in your underwear. This underwear. He took his sweet time taking it off, teasing you with kisses on the inside of your thighs, his beard rough against your sensitive skin, until you were almost begging him to keep going. Finally, he pulled your panties down.

“You were right,” he said to Walter, leaving you to wonder what the fuck… “It is her natural hair color.” Oh. You fought the urge to kick Sy – instead, you lightly squeezed your thighs shut around his head. It didn’t seem to bother him. Quite the opposite, in fact.  

The urge disappeared altogether when you – finally – felt his tongue on your pussy. He wasn’t subtle, but damn, he was good. Walter had absolutely had a point; barely ten seconds in and you couldn’t keep your eyes open, let alone focus on anything other than the feeling of Sy’s tongue on your clit. He impatiently spread your legs further while mumbling some very dirty things about how much he wanted to taste you. Involuntarily, you chuckled – causing both guys to stop what they were doing and looking at you in suspicion. Lying was pointless; they knew you well enough by now to effortlessly see through that, and you sighed.

“I… eh…” you stammered, unable to find the words.

“Come on,” Walter said, “if you’ve still got things to hide from us now…” He was right, of course, this wasn’t a position you’d have found yourself in at all if you hadn’t been so comfortable with – and hot for – these guys. Then again, you were already exposed and vulnerable… Why make that worse?

You hid your face in Walter’s neck as you just said what was on your mind without thinking about it: “I always imagined you to be the quiet one and Sy the loud one.”

“Always?” Sy teased you. His usual cocky attitude transferred seemly to the bedroom – or… tent – as it would seem. Except now, for once, you had a decent shot at shutting him the fuck up – although you did have a feeling you were going to like his smug confidence for a change. Sy had been growing out his buzzcut for a few weeks now, which made his hair just about long enough to grab – a fact you used to your advantage when you tangled your fingers in his hair and pulled his face back to where you wanted it.

“That’s just going to make it harder to answer the question, darling,” Walter muttered next to you while drawing circles around your nipples with impatient fingers.

“Fuck!” you shrieked as Sy’s tongue hit your clit just right – a note he took to heart, because he didn’t leave that spot again, leaving you wishing that all men were that smart. Because why – for the love of God – did they always change their approach as soon as they found a spot you let them know you really liked? Right… The question at hand… “You really thought it was just the two of you dreaming about me?” They had to be smart enough to figure out what you meant on their own, right? The flustered look on Walter’s face told you enough, as did the deep chuckle and gentle bite on the inside of your thigh.

Apparently fed up with your conversation, Sy doubled down on his efforts, eating you out like a man starved, more chuckles escaping him as he watched you pull his pillow over your face in an attempt to keep quiet. ‘Attempt’ because you still failed quite horribly when he pushed two fingers into your pussy and curled them, finding your g-spot without any effort. The orgasm that followed was the kind of toe-curling, earth-shattering, life-changing thing that made you really mad at yourself for one particular reason…

“Jesus fucking Christ, I should have taken you up on your offer when my useless ex broke up with me,” you moaned as Sy made his way up again, pulling in the pillow that you had haphazardly thrown aside – after you were done screaming­, that is – so you could catch your breath. Sy immediately pulled you on top of him, kissing you hard and deep, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue. It was something that had always made you feel weird and – if you were being perfectly honest – mildly disgusted when it had been your ex doing it, but there was something about the way Sy had gone down on you, and the way he was kissing you now, something unapologetic, passionate, and enthusiastic, that made you want to kiss him.

In fact, you were just about to commit to the bit when someone – and that someone had to be Walter – grabbed you by your hips and dragged you back until you were on your knees. You tried to lie down again as you heard him rummage around, looking for something – the obvious, really. The smack on your ass made you shriek in surprise, only making you slightly worried that either sound would have been audible well outside the tent.

“Stay there,” Walter’s husky voice commanded. “My turn.” Maybe he was the quiet one, but when he did speak… Oh my! You didn’t dare to move a muscle, leaving you sitting there, exposed as you heard the pretty familiar crinkling of foil. Shortly after, you felt the tip of Walter’s cock glide along the length of your slit. He teased you for a moment before lining himself up and slowly pushing into you. Sy laughed as your eyes went wide, and he grabbed your hand, guiding it to the bulge in his pants. Jackass. As soon as you got a good sense of what he was equipped with, you squealed. Not with any particular emotion in mind, just… Right now, you didn’t know what to think. In fact, Walter was well on his way to at least semi-permanently turning the whole thinking-function of your brain off.

“You alright, love?” Walter asked as he slowly pushed further into you.

“So far so good,” you moaned, “but I hope you’re running out of dick, because I’m running out of places to put it.” Cue roaring laughter from both guys…

“If you ever wonder why we love you,” Sy said, his sentence interrupted by more laughter, “that, right there. That’s why.”

You wanted to respond to that, you really did, but Walter pulling out of you already left you breathless, meaning all you could do was gasp when he slammed back into you. You’d never pictured either of them to be gentle. Concerned for your comfort, sure, but not tender. You’d been right. Luckily, gentle lovemaking was very low on your list of priorities in this particular situation – or ever – which meant you reveled in the brutish attention you got and soon found yourself wanting to beg Walter to fuck you harder.

Sy, as vocal as he’d been before, turned out to also be a champion in impatiently nudging your hand, vaguely suggesting he wanted you to do something, and for a moment it felt like you were about to regain some control of the situation, but no… He was also not above manhandling you into a position where your face hovered over his crotch, and taking his dick out himself once he got really fed up with your stalling. With your eyes wide, you looked at him – something he enjoyed for a moment before tapping the tip of his cock to your lips.

“Don’t make me ask, Sugar,” he growled. As much as you wanted to protest and act out, with Walter fucking the attitude out of you, there was nothing you could do but open your mouth and carefully wrapping your lips around him. The chuckle you let out as Sy grunted appreciatively when you swirled your tongue around his cock was interrupted by your own moan when Walter did… whatever it was that he did to cause it.

Slowly but surely, you made your way further down Sy’s dick, until a particularly violent thrust from Walter threw you off, accidentally forcing Sy deeper than you could handle. Choking and sputtering, you moved away from Sy, only scared for a moment that he’d be disappointed, but he had a different reaction – similar to Walter’s: checking to see if you were okay. Again, you were not in the habit of handing out bonus points for normal behavior, but it was nice, regardless.

“I’m fine,” you said between ragged breaths. “Note to self: deepthroating while getting railed from behind; bad idea.” The guys laughed, and as soon as you’d caught your breath, you joined them.

“There’s one way we all get attention without any risk of choking,” Sy mentioned casually, wiggling an eyebrow suggestively. Yes, you knew what he meant instantly, but… both of them? At the same time? All it took to convince you to at least give it a try was Walter slipping out of you, leaving you empty and nowhere near sated. One of Sy’s sly glances was a question to Walter, who ‘hmmph’-ed. You didn’t like the sound of that, per se, and looked over your shoulder to see what he was on about.

“Definitely depends,” he said, taking your lack of an immediate ‘absolutely the fuck not’-reaction as a sign you were considering it. And he was correct in that interpretation of the situation. “There’s a time and place for first time anal, and this is not it.” That was a sentiment you could absolutely get behind. Luckily, it didn’t matter, because it was hardly applicable. You assured the guys you had plenty of experience in that area.

Another potential spanner in the works that Sy mentioned, was the lack of lube. Somehow, Walter surprised you by mentioning you should have some with you – you did, but how did he know that?

“You use it to keep your hair from going frizzy,” he deadpanned. You looked at him as if you’d seen a ghost, while Sy looked at you as if you’d gone completely nuts.

“What?” you said, turning to Sy again. “It works!” With one hand, you reached for the strap of your backpack, pulling it towards you so you could look for the bottle. It was just under half full, but that should be enough…

Walter wasn’t stingy with the stuff, which was a good thing. There were few things more annoying to you than continuously having to tell a guy to use more lube. One, then two, then three fingers disappeared into you without a hitch, and although the fourth was a nice reminder that you had to relax, that went over without too much trouble as well. Somehow, somewhere in your mind, the fact that Walter seemed to know exactly what he was doing irked you – it was completely hypocritical of you, for obvious reasons, but right now the thought of him with anyone else made you mad.

The boys laughed when you voiced the absurd thought, and Sy didn’t neglect to point out that they hadn’t been too happy about several of the ‘scum’ (yes, really) you’d gotten together with in the time they’d known you. It was a weird thing to be joking about with two of your closest friends while one of them had several fingers stuck up your ass, but at the same time it felt very natural and on-brand for your relationship with the guys.

You whined when Walter pulled his fingers out, making Sy chuckle in a way you didn’t like at all.

“Maybe we should go to sleep,” he suggested with a smug grin on his face that only widened when you told him you were definitely not going to do that. “Why not, sugar?”

Fuck, he was making good on that promise from before. Now, of course, you could convince yourself that begging for cock was beneath you, and you weren’t going to do it, but that would leave you – relatively – unfucked, which was… not desirable, to say the least. Or you could admit to yourself and them how much you wanted both of them inside of you, and have a great time.

Somehow, the red light that no one had bothered to turn off – luckily, as everything you had been doing so far would have been more or less impossible in the dark – already made the tent feel like… a brothel, quite frankly, you put your doubts aside and looked at Sy.

“We’re not going to sleep, because you’re not done fucking me,” you said, giving him your best bedroom eyes. Sy seemed impressed at first, but his eyes flitted to Walter and…

A strong hand grabbed your shoulder and pulled you up until your back hit Walter’s chest. His arm reached around, grabbing you by your throat – lightly, almost as if to ask for permission, but demanding.

“What do you want?” he asked, his voice dark and gravelly. Down on the air mattress, Sy smirked up at you, making it painfully obvious that you wouldn’t get out of this, no matter how hard you tried. You quickly scanned your brain for all your options, sadly coming up completely empty. No matter which way you sliced it, they were going to come out on top.

“I want you to fuck me,” you snapped, “both of you.” A sarcastic chuckle behind you and Sy shaking his head as he looked up at you told you that that wasn’t good enough. After a deep breath, your voice softened as you spoke again, finally saying the word they wanted to hear: “Please.”

For a long, dull moment all you really heard was the sound of two more condoms being unwrapped, and the top of the bottle of lube clicking. Then, Sy pulled you towards him. As soon as you felt his tip at your entrance, you sat down, fighting the urge to slap him when he threw a smirk and that godforsaken horrible wink your way. Under normal circumstances you considered yourself very well versed in resisting that desire, but today… He laughed when your palm landed lightly on his cheek and thrust up into you for good measure, making you squeal and fall over. Luckily, he caught you just in time.

Just as you wanted to sit up again, Walter put a hand on your back. Right. In that little moment of silliness, you’d almost forgotten what the endgame was, but now that you felt Walter’s cock pushing against your ass…

“Keep talking to us, okay?” Sy whispered softly as he saw your expression change. He cupped your cheek, gently stroking your cheekbone with his thumb. “Breathe.” You took his advice immediately – no doubt a nice change of pace for him, as he was used to your stubbornness at this point – taking a few deep breaths. It wasn’t until the third or fourth one that Walter moved, slowly pushing into you. Keeping your eyes open was absolutely impossible, the sensation of both of them filling you up at the same time too much to even really wrap your head around. “Sugar, you okay?”

“Uhuh.” You nodded, showcasing your current full extent of your ability to answer. When Walter moved, you swore under your breath – when they both moved you hid your face in Sy’s neck and let out a loud moan, followed by an out-of-breath ‘fuck yes’, and that was all the confirmation they needed.

They established a rhythm suspiciously quickly, pumping in and out of you in sync. Yeah. They’d definitely done this before. As you pushed the thought away and focused on the incredible sensations of their cocks moving inside of you, their eager – and mostly greedy – hands on your hips, shoulders, ass, thighs, and tits, you felt a familiar pressure inside of you.

“Don’t stop,” you blurted out – and the boys seemed more than happy to oblige. With one little disclaimer…

“Make it quick, love… Not gonna last,” Walter grunted, digging his fingers into the flesh of your hips. It hurt, causing you to swat at his hand, which made him relax his grip a bit. Judging from Sy’s rapid breaths and a concentrated look on his face that gave away just how much difficulty he was having with keeping his rhythm steady, he was getting pretty damn close, too. In fact, pretty much the second their thrusts dragged you over the edge, both of them grit their teeth and gave in to their own pleasure, growling profanities as they came.

The boys were nice enough to handle most of the cleanup for you – which was, given that you were camping, largely a matter of wet wipes, which was definitely not even close to the shower you would have loved to take right about now. And you couldn’t really appreciate Sy’s joke about a lovely, refreshing river near where you were, either.

“Maybe tomorrow,” you yawned, turning around in the middle of the bed, wrapping your sleeping bag tightly around your shoulders. It didn’t take the guys long to join you, and soon you were sandwiched between them again, strong arms wrapped around you – clearly not planning on letting go anytime soon.

Walter pressed his lips to your shoulder and let out a low chuckle. “Still cold, darling?”

The next morning, you woke up in an empty bed, in a tent that was already slightly warmer than comfortable, with just your sleeping bag on it. The guys had somehow already managed to worm theirs into the tiny little bags they came in, and all without waking you. Then again, it was safe to say that by now they’d proven themselves to be experts in the field of putting pretty big things in relatively tiny places…

For a moment, you wondered if you should feel weird about getting up and going outside, seeing the guys, but something about the whole thing felt so oddly natural that you didn’t give it a second thought.

“Mornin’, sugar,” Sy said as he held out some coffee to you when you joined him on the ground by the fire, where you’d spent the start of last night, as well. The two of you called Walter over, who was just about done putting your tent – the one that had been meant to be yours, anyway – away. He tossed the bag into the bed of the truck as if it weighed nothing – and maybe it indeed didn’t, you wouldn’t know, because you hadn’t touched the entire thing – and made his way over to you, gratefully taking the other cup of coffee Sy had poured.

You knew better than to try striking up a conversation with either of them before they’d finished their morning coffee – it was so bad that whenever you had classes together in the mornings, you showed up there with two double espressos for them and a latte for you, because if you didn’t do that, they’d just grouch and snap at you all the way through the first half of class.

It was all the more surprising, then, when Sy suddenly asked Walter a very unexpected question: “Have you ever kissed a dude?” The answer was no, he hadn’t - to which followed an even more surprising question: “Ever wanted to try it?”

The casual energy of the shrug with which Walter answered that question was absolutely unmatched by anything you had ever seen, and you stared at the guys, wide-eyed as they leaned in until their lips touched. It wasn’t just a quick peck, either! No, there was tongue involved in this… And by the end of it?

“Eh,” Walter said, “not for me.” Sy agreed.

“I’m sorry,” you said, completely taken aback by the unexpectedness of what had just happened. “What? You can’t just… Stick your tongue down your friend’s throat and then casually decide… What?”

“Hey,” Sy said, his tone still infuriatingly indifferent, “don’t knock it till you try it.”

[a-cowboy-and-a-catman]

Gunpla #16 - Custom GMS Everest [Je]

The Everest [Je] pattern was a flashpoint for controversy before it was even printed. A leaked memo revealed that GMS planned to unveil a new Everest sub-pattern designed to cut a more "heroic" image - enflaming debates around Union's portrayal of these weapons of war. In reality, the [Je] was designed primarily for competitive mech-based sports like Pankration Mekani. This was revealed to be a (perhaps misguided) attempt by GMS to bridge a cultural gap with the Karrakin Trade Baronies, which didn't do much to quell the arguments. These controversies haven't prevented the [Je] from becoming a popular pattern for a new generation of rookie Lancers and athletes alike.

Technically my first full paint-job! I definitely learned a lot making this bad boy.

Inspiration:

For starters, this is a custom based on Peyton Gee's Everest illustration for Kai Tave's Operation Solstice Rain mission. It's an interpretation of the starter mech from the LANCER RPG. It's cool! You should try it! Drink deep! and descend!! Solstice Rain is a nifty 'introductory' mission for the system, and I can recommend it as a starting point.

I imagine the lion crest (lifted from WFM's Darilbalde decals) to be the logo of a mech-based sports team, making this model number #3 in the lineup. The planet logo could be the symbol of an interstellar sports league.

Parts List:

Body: HG Jegan ECOAS type

Back weapons: HG Zowort Heavy

Rifle/Pistol/Shield: 30MM Customized Weapons (Military Weapon)

Knife: HG Demi Trainer Option Kit

Paints: Tamiya Acrylic - XF-76 (green), XF-7 (red), X-18 (back weapons), XF-16 (metallic), XF-90 (brown)

Decals: A mix of Witch From Mercury's Darilbalde, 30MM option sets, and RG God Gundam

Construction:

This is my first paintjob, and I did it by hand with Tamiya acrylics. Well, at least, I did for the parts you see here. I had an absolute disaster of a time with the joints since I tried to use an enamel paint thinned with acrylic thinner. Looked real bad, then it got worse when I tried to clean it off with a bath in rubbing alcohol. Every single part disintegrated. Luckily, I had a Jegan Heavy with the exact same set of joints so I yoinked those!

I won't have the setup to try airbrushing for a while, so the next custom I make will probably be hand-painted acrylic again. Now that I know what I'm doing I expect it'll be much smoother.

In terms of other modifications, I extended the waist a tiny bit to add a bit of seperation between the upper chestpiece and the lower codpiece. I used the limbs to practice scribing, which turned out particularly nice with the back of the legs. See below before the paintjob:

[mugiwara-lucy]

Well I finished my listen of Season 4 of the OTH podcast and wow......

Like.....I feel bad for EVERYONE behind the scenes of the show. Some people herald this and Season 3 as the BEST of OTH (myself included!) and wow........let's just get into this.

If I got into the DANNEEL ACKLES of it, I'd just be repeating myself BUT the Texas Grove....what many people think is a beautiful and fun episode after the exhaustion of the Season 4 Drama was just a cesspool of bullshit.

Mark Schwann actually ASSAULTED Hilarie Burton.....

Which....is just FUCKED beyond all levels. Not only that but when you realize they actually traveled TOGETHER to go speak to a High School DURING the filming of that episode which I find is just FUCKED.

Not only that but during the last episode which I've said would've been the PERFECT sendoff to One Tree Hill had the show ended at Season 4; it turns out after the moment where Peyton and Brooke have their reminiscent moment of everything they went through; Mark Schwann's creepy ass actually was feeling on Peyton to the point where she actually clapped back and his bitch ass gave her hell the next morning and threatened to make following jobs HELL for her.

He even went as far as to start a rumor that all the girls on the show were doing crack and Hilarie was the RING LEADER.

Okay if that's not evil enough...

If you don't know Bevin Prince and Danneel Ackles are REALLY good friends:

And he started feeding Bevin bullshit about Danneel to the point where their friendship was briefly fucked but thankfully they became friends again!

Still....

And remember the shit I said about him doing to Hilarie and Danneel? He tried it with Sophia (but her being the badass she is) but she QUICKLY put a stop to that and literally hit his ass and thus her character got what happened to her AS EARLY AS SEASON 1 EPISODE 7.

Mark Schwann is a piece of shit and I KNOW he only gets WORSE as time goes on.

ESPECIALLY since I heard a synpopsis of Season 6 that says "Quentin's actor reveals the INFURIATING REASON why he was killed off"

Oh boy.......

[lightdragon789]

Other inserts backstory/facts Pt 7

Jackie “Jay” Harlow

Nearly done, just three more to go! But now time to talk about Jay, whose best friend (now boyfriend) is a vampire. I love the vampire series a lot and making Jay has been lots of fun. Sky is adorkable and Ava is a queen!

Onto the backstory!

Jay’s family life has been a bit rocky. As her mom was always dismissive of Jay while her dad was quite dotting to her. She also loves her aunt, uncle and her cousin Peyton. The two being like siblings to each other as they hung out with each other a lot.

However, things went bad when Jay turned 5 years old. Her mother left one day, with the promise she’d get something for Jay at her request. But she never came back, which distraught Jay thinking she did something to make her mom not come back. Her dad did all he could to assure her it wasn’t her fault but it scarred Jay. Leaving her to believe others might leave her too if she wasn’t careful.

Even still, her family always remained by her side to reassure her these thoughts were false. Peyton spent more time with her, helping her go to sleep and playing with her. Her dad got her into child therapy to help out as well and it did help her slightly.

As she got older, those insecurities were still present but she got better at hiding them. As she went to school and started to do new things. She cut her hair shorter and started being tomboyish by wearing more boy clothes. All made her feel more confident and she got through school with some hiccups here and there.

She then had to say goodbye to Peyton as he was moving to a marina in another city. As he had trouble adjusting to being in his family’s workplace without him there. His death hit them all hard and Jay understood and remained strong for him. The two hung out all day, with Peyton reassuring Jay that he’ll always be a call away and that he proud of how far shes come. They hugged when he drove to his new work place and she was very proud if not a little sad.

However, she kept her head up as she prepared for collage. She decided to study to become a lawyer or detective. As she wanted to help others solve cases and defend them in courts. She also took on playing basketball as a fun as she did in high school. During her studies, she’d often get paired with a group and in this group was a guy who Jay got along well with. His name is Skylar who likes to go by Sky and the two did well on assignments. Jay even asking for his help when it came to certain questions she was stuck on.

The two got along well but Sky seemed to keep his distance in the beginning which Jay respected. Not wanting to be overbearing but after sometime the two started talking more even outside of classes. Not really forming a friendship yet.

However, mid way through her third year of college. Her mind started to spiral a bit and her grades suffered because of it. She got back into therapy to help understand why she’s like this. After a few sessions, it was determined that she was getting stressed from college work and might be related to her previous mental problems. In the end, she decided to take a break from college and continue it once her mental state improved.

She still wanted to be of use and applied for job around her area. She also helped her dad by cleaning around the house and cooking while he was at work. While applying she got a call from Sky who questioned her absence from classes. Jay explained her leave and apologizes for not telling him sooner. He tells her not to apologize as he can understand feeling suffocate from all the work. He wishes her luck in her healing journey but asks if he can still keep in contact with her. As he’s enjoyed her company and she agreed, the two becoming friends. She soon got hired at a tavern like bar and she enjoyed the atmosphere. It paid well and she helped her father with bills.

She brought her dad and Sky to the tavern and they also enjoyed the place. Sky even hinting that he should have his graduation party there. The two talked a lot and as years went on, their friendship only grew. Sky soon graduated and after a year and a half Jay went back to college and got her degree. She still got to work at the tavern as well as starting an internship as a lawyer.

But Sky and Jay stayed close friends and hanged out a lot (mostly at night due to Sky’s work schedule.) Around the second year of their friendship, Sky learned about Jay’s abandoned issues from her dad, when he was waiting for her to finish an evening shift at her internship. Thinking she already told him and he explained her backstory with her mother. Which Jay learned about once she got home and they went to hang out. She didn’t mind as it was in the past but she does admit somethings do come back and haunt her. She reassured she was okay now, but she has her days.

Then at around the third year of their relationship that Jay started having feelings for Sky. As she was having a bad episode due to her internship taking a toll but she remained stoic while working at the tavern. No one noticed these changes but Sky did. He decided to go to Jay’s house on a rainy day to check up on her. She tried to brush it off, stating it was just a bad day for her. But he kept insisting since he noticed it going on for longer and was just concerned. After a bit of back and forth it made Jay break down, to which he comforted her. Reassuring her that he wasn’t going anywhere and that friends were there to help one another. Even saying (when Jay mentioned his work schedule and that he should be sleeping) that friends are for ruining each other’s sleep schedules. He stayed with her, watching movies, eating and chatting. Which all helped her feel better and just see Sky in a new light.

She was fearful Sky wouldn’t like her back, even if he accepted her issues. She had the thought that no one would like her for that side of her. So, she just remained friends with him. After another year, she got herself a small one person house and was proud of herself for finally getting her own house. Her dad was proud of her too, and promised to visit when he could. She got to work in a law office after her internship and was doing well in her cases. She then had someone from her work ask her out on a date and she accepted, as she found them cute and wanted to experience dating.

The two got along but after a month, found out he was cheating on her. Which stung a lot and she took off work for a bit to process it. She visited her dad for a bit and even called Peyton but she still felt alone.

So, she decided to call the one person who would be up at night. That being Sky and the two go to hang out.

Facts

Jay is 25, 5’7 and is Pansexual, Demiromantic and Bi-gender.

Jay is an astrology nerd and loves star gazing and pointing out constellations.

She also loves reptiles, mostly hog nose snakes and Bearded dragons.

Jay loves to mess around with her friends, with light teases and pranks. She knows not to take it too far and apologizes is she does.

Jay still plays basketball at a local park, just when she needs a break or wants to get out.

Like Sky, she likes being called Jay by close friends. But with new people she lets them call her Jackie.

Jay and Peyton are cousins and Jay sees him like a big brother. The two even have their own nicknames for each other. That being Jay-b and Peyt.

Jay is also a big book worm, loving to read as well when she done with work.

Jay always has a shield up emotional when it comes to the topic of her mother and she always brushes it off. But she gets emotional still thinking others will leave her the same way. But her family and now Sky are there to reassure her.

That slightly went away when she learned Sky was a vampire and the two reassured that they’ll always be by each other’s side. Accepting each other flaws and differences alike.

Jay never thought of Sky differently for being a vampire as he was still her friend, the same person she’s known (and had a crush on) for four years. She was very honored that he showed her that side of him to protect her and that he was fighting to have her keep her memories.

She does sometimes wish she was able to protect him back the same he does to her. But she does her best by helping him and assuring him.

That was a lot, but wanted to be sure I got everything! Next on the list is…. Myles!

So stayed tuned for him and I hope you like my gal Jay!

[zalrb]

Dawson, Lucas, Dan: ranking from best to worst with a couple of words on what makes one better or worse than the others.

All three being the pretentious nice guy archetype

The ranking can be about them being a better character or you liking them more. Your choice

(I don't know why I love Dan and despise the other two)

I don't know why when I saw Dan, I thought you meant Dan from OTH and I was like, why would Dan be in this? And then I had to be like OH, they mean Humphrey!

So, this is an interesting question... I think I have to work out how I feel about them first.

The thing about how I view Dawson is that yes, he's insufferable, yes, he's self-centered, yes, he pisses me off but he is the most human character to me out of all three of them? Like, I knew Dawsons in high school (except it was white boys and their music and their guitars and not movies)

Dawson really is that teen boy and he acts like he's fifteen/sixteen/seventeen etc. which actually makes me less hard on him than other characters (and less hard on a lot of the DC characters in general) because I just feel like I'm watching an actual insufferable teenager, like I feel like I'm watching actual growing pains, of course the issue is that Dawson doesn't change.

I also think James Van Der Beek managed to convey something that Chad physically can't do (unless he's across from Sophia) even though Lucas is supposed to have that same quality as Dawson just more brooding

Dan ... oh, Dan. The thing about Dan other than the fact that teenage Zal loved Dan is that he actually has some charisma because Penn is charismatic, that's how come he had to tell everyone in season 1 of You that Joe, the serial killer, is a bad person. It's just Dan's charisma is pretentious, sardonic charisma where Penn's delivery can be very dry but also very funny but also, Dan, you're an ass, and the chip that he does have on his shoulder that comes out in sarcasm actually makes sense in the context of things that he had to put up with in school and from the other characters. Plus he can have self-deprecating humour in at least the delivery if not the actual dialogue

and despite the fact that he is actually a terrible writer, which is one of my favourite things about Gossip Girl, he does love "culture", he does love art and literature and cinema and music in a way that doesn't make me want to punch him in the face. And when we get to see more of that side of him it's in relation to Blair who challenges him about his taste so it actually comes across as less pompous because he's getting shit for it

Of course, the more the series goes on, the worse he gets as a character.

Lucas is ... lmao. Oh, Lucas. So, the thing about Lucas is that he's terrible. LOL. And the show actually does acknowledge his faults to a certain extent except it's not framed as faults with the character, it's framed as mistakes he made

because it's supposed to be the hero's journey of Lucas losing his way and then finding it again so he's fundamentally meant to be this kind and loving and compassionate good person

and it's like, Lucas, you cheated on Brooke with her best friend and when Peyton was like, I really need to protect my friendship with Brooke, you slept with Nicki despite waxing poetic about how much you loved Peyton then you left town without saying bye to Brooke or Peyton and just wrote a cowardly letter, YOU COULDN'T EVEN GIVE THEM TWO SEPARATE LETTERS then you came back to town and started dating Anna who lives next door to Brooke only to realize that you're in love with Brooke who is sleeping with Anna's brother, so you break up with Anna then go over to Brooke's house RIGHT NEXT DOOR to confess your love and then don't and then you do confess FIVE MINUTES BEFORE BROOKE IS LEAVING TOWN then you spend so much time pursuing Brooke and telling her that you love her but then you actually supposedly love Peyton and then you break up with Peyton because she wouldn't marry you, get drunk and try to sleep with Brooke and when that doesn't work, you get engaged to your editor and are actually going to marry this woman even though you're supposedly cosmically in love with Peyton the entire time????? You are a fucking MENACE. LEAVE WOMEN ALONE.

Not to mention the slut shaming and the "I can fix her" attitude and Chad is too... Chad

to be the kind of soulful, brooding, poetic, profound, conflicted hero Lucas is meant to be so he looks disingenuous outside of the sweet/sincere Brucas scenes and a couple of moments with Haley, so Lucas is kind of just like a pedestrian fuck boy and we're supposed to pretend otherwise?? And that makes him hilarious to me but also annoying?

So this is all to say it goes:

Dan

Dawson

Lucas.

[lanapersonandpersona]

Lana Turner and Michelle Pfeiffer

Although Lana Turner was admired for her persona, that admiration did not always transfer to her skills as an actor. Some critics were quick to dismiss her acting ability. Lana was deemed by some to be a studio product rather than a talented actress. When finding this out, I thought of Michelle Pfeiffer. While today Michelle Pfeiffer is regarded as one of the most talented actresses of her generation, during the start of her career she was dismissed as another talentless pretty face.

In the early part of her career, Michelle struggled to get directors to take her seriously due to how she was typecasted in pretty girl roles. Critics would focus on her appearance rather than her acting ability. What helped shift the perception was the film The Fabulous Baker Boys. In the role, she plays Susie Diamond, a lounge singer who is hired to revitalize the role of a piano duo. The film would become her most acclaimed film today. This shows that the star persona does not have to be fixed but can be altered through a film or any form of visual media.

Despite Lana having a larger-than-life persona, she was able to prove that she had the talent to back up the hype. This is shown in films such as Peyton Place (which she received an Oscar nomination for), The Bad and the Beautiful, and The Imitation of Life. Lana and Michelle both show how critics' assumptions of actresses who are considered sex symbols being untalented are incorrect. Both women also show that star persona and good acting do not have to be in opposition to each other but complementary.

[maya-matlin]

Obviously Naley is one of the best TV ships of all time, maybe even THE best, so I'm challenging you to name a few things you don't love or would change about the way their ship was written! For me a big one is their S2 plot and her music storylines in general- I'm all for conflict but I thought Haley, who values personal relationships so much more than 'celebrity', was pretty out of character through S2. I also ---pet peeve alert - HATE how all the main OTH characters are not only athletes and cheerleaders but soooo gifted creatively! Lucas becomes a semi-famous novelist, Peyton becomes the producer of her own record company in addition to being a gifted artist, Brooke has her own fabulously successful fashion line which she started back in high school, and we then get Julian who's a successful film director and Alex Dupree who's a B-list movie star. Nathan isn't creatively gifted but is of course not just a great athlete but good enough to be in the .0001% who gets to the NBA. And they all still live in this small North Carolina town lol...I mean, I don't expect the show to be strictly realistic, but come on! More than even one of those things happening strains credulity. So I loved that Haley was presented as the ONE character who was so relatable and into academics and down to earth and all that, but the show then suddenly decides after S1 purely because the actress likes to sing that Haley is not just a decent singer but good enough to immediately go on TOUR?! What?!?! It's an aspect of the show that annoys the hell out of me. I loved Haley as a teacher for a variety of reasons and think it's the perfect career choice for her and will always resent that they had to also make her a star singer lol. 3. I'll still never quite get why Naley had to marry a few months into their relationship when they were just juniors in high school and there was no pregnancy. 4. So I like Nathan a lot overall, but there's no denying that he was a HORRIBLE, borderline emotionally abusive boyfriend to Peyton (as you've pointed out, he left her stranded on a dark and deserted road, was super cruel to her, and was all set to let her suffer legal consequences for a car accident HE caused lol) and I just don't love the "but the RIGHT girl can immediately tame and save the bad boy" trope. So I love that Naley brought out the best in each other, of course, but I just wish the change in Nathan hadn't been quite so abrupt! OK, thanks for listening to be vent!

Hmm. The thing about parts of Naley's season 2 arc is that personally, I think Nathan and Haley were mostly in character during everything leading up to Haley leaving for the tour. In my opinion, it's a pretty realistic depiction of what happens when you get married as teenagers following a short relationship before you've been able to become independent people. The circumstances were pretty unrealistic. In real life, a small town girl probably wouldn't end up going on tour a couple of months into performing live for the first time in her life. Haley's career wouldn't have taken off nearly as fast without Chris there to vouch for her talents and bringing The Wreckers to Tree Hill. But if we ignore all of that, the reality is that Haley spent her entire life afraid to take chances. Falling in love with and marrying Nathan allowed Haley to be more impulsive and to become a braver person. Nathan, in contrast, needed Haley's stability and good influence. While he was the same age at her and hadn't been allowed to live independently away from his toxic and abusive parents for long, he had more romantic and sexual relationship experience prior to Haley and was looking to slow down rather than jumping into new things. So for Nathan, giving up something like High Flyers was less of a big deal at the time than Haley choosing not to go with Chris to New York. Nathan had grown up with a life of privilege, receiving the best money could buy as far as getting ahead as an athlete. Plus by the end of season 1 and first half of season 2, you could assume that Nathan was beginning to associate basketball with Dan and kind of happy to stop defining himself as Nathan the basketball guy. In the long run had Haley never gone on tour but Nathan also not gone to High Flyers, I think it's possible Nathan himself would have began to feel stifled and grown resentful of putting his dreams on hold solely to be a husband. Anyways. I think Haley liked having something all her own independent of Nathan, and the Chris factor and her lack of experience with men prior to Nathan put her in a messy situation. There are multiple episodes where the subtext is that Haley on some level regrets rushing into marriage or has doubts about it (201, 205, 210, 217). I think it's completely understandable for Haley to feel that way. As much as I love them and consider them one of all my time favorite couples, they weren't ready to be married. Nathan and Haley had to learn to be better partners to each other and as the seasons went by, they became more successful. But during season 2, everything was new and more uncertain. So rather than being honest with Nathan about the kiss with Chris and her perspective re: putting her dreams on hold, Haley panicked and kind of internalized everything out of fear of what it all meant or the ramifications of what she'd done.

In regards to your thoughts about Haley craving fame, I don't know that it was really about the fame part as much as it was Haley wanting to pursue music and getting professional validation and fulfillment from performing and having people like her music. Haley says she loved every night of performing and she seemed to be excited about appearing on television, but I wouldn't say it meant much more than that. However, Haley's POV is very vague and confusing following 213. She's only ever shown either in brief phone conversations or when Nathan and Lucas visited her on tour. During 217 in particular, Haley is poorly written. Not because her thoughts and feelings aren't valid, but because the words coming out of her mouth are a piece of forced writing meant to ensure that Nathan and Haley remain separated and that Nathan essentially gives up on their marriage. Haley is not given the chance to explain herself. So as a result, Haley appears selfish and like she cares more about being a rockstar than Nathan's feelings. That's exactly what the writers wanted at the time. The story of Naley's separation and Haley's time on the tour was NEVER about Haley. It was all about Nathan's pain, depression, and his fight through the pain of losing the love of his life. Haley's role on the show was minimized to the point of her becoming a villain for having ambitions and for making mistakes the same as the other characters. It got a little better when Lucas visited Haley because Lucas was close enough to Haley that he truly wanted to understand and was willing to hear her out. So, we got the official explanation that Haley stopped wearing her wedding band because she no longer felt she deserved to wear it. The moment she presumably removes her wedding ring would have been prior to her televised interview. Yet, Haley keeps her ring finger covered up. She compromises herself by denying the marriage while also kind of upholding it? She still refers to herself as Haley James Scott and doesn't officially flaunt the fact she isn't wearing her ring, but she allows Chris to lie about their relationship. I feel like I've completely lost the plot here, but what I mean to say is that I don't take issue with most of Haley's writing in season 2. I simply think she was written by people completely uninterested in her perspective and her journey compared to Nathan's and REALLY lost out on the lack of consistent writing and POV during episodes 214-223.

What would I change about their writing? Well, obviously a lot of season 2 LOL. I think we should have seen Haley's time on the tour. We should have seen her becoming confident and thriving in the spotlight all the while missing Nathan and being heartbroken over what she's been forced to give up in the name of chasing her dreams. It's implied Haley and Chris were good friends during this time. It would have been nice to see the shift from Chris kind of aggressively coming on to Haley to Haley making it clear nothing was ever going to happen between them, and Chris accepting this enough to become Haley's confidant. Beyond that, I would have given Haley more of a backbone during season 3. I think she stood her ground when absolutely necessary, but Nathan also kind of held all the cards for a lot of season 3. His attitude about her Halloween costume for instance was bullshit. He also should have put his damn wedding band back on before they officially became engaged again because they'd been sleeping together for months and were literally living together by that point. What was I supposed to take from that other than Haley hadn't yet earned it? In season 4, I would have liked Nathan and Haley to have gotten an equal focus during her pregnancy. Season 5, I think more should have come out of their separation story line. I loved the episode where they reunited, but it also kind of seemed a little too easy for Nathan. I obviously don't blame him for the majority of what went down with Carrie or her predatory behavior, but the fact he was watching her swim naked was SO sketchy. There were multiple moments throughout the series where the possibility of Nathan cheating on Haley came up and it was always horribly executed. Whether he went through with it or not, it was annoying for Haley to constantly have these physical threats. Like, Haley was beautiful and sexy as hell, and Mark Schwahn was a demon. I also don't feel like Haley doubting Nathan re: Renee in season 7 was needed. That felt like a retread of season 5. Thankfully, it didn't last very long. Otherwise, I honestly don't have any complaints. More often than not, their relationship was well written.

I completely agree that it was unrealistic for all of the main five to basically become superstars. That took some realism away from the show and made the later, adult seasons harder to enjoy because like.. we're watching Nathan and Haley in their big house where a professional football player seriously shows up at their son's birthday party. While the show overall felt grounded for the entirety of the series, those moments detracted from the series as a whole. That being said, I LOVE rockstar Haley, so we'll have to disagree there. It's not that I don't enjoy her as a teacher or someone interested in helping others learn. It's just that teaching was never Haley's dream. It was something she was good at, but it never fulfilled her the same way being a musician did. On that note, it annoys me that the writers felt the need to make Haley smaller to make Nathan look/feel bigger. By season 7, Haley once again was a musician full time. But when Nathan retired from the NBA to become a sports agent, Haley took over Karen's Cafe rather than continuing to perform. Just to be clear, there's nothing wrong with any of these professions. They're not inherently "lesser". It's just that it was written that while being in the NBA was Nathan's dream, Haley's dream was being a singer. Ultimately, I don't think Haley was ever supposed to be super successful even at the height of her career. The potential was there during season 2 and obviously she toured again in season 7, but I never got the impression she ever achieved the same kind of fame that Nathan and Brooke did.

Yeah, I'm of two minds about that. Part of me is like, "Yessss! Naley forever!" When I was watching season 2 for the first time when I was around 12, their teen marriage was couple goals to me. Nathan and Haley are a rare case of two people that settled down young and still managed to live happily ever after. But on the other hand, we see how much of a mistake it was to rush into marriage. When Nathan proposed, he told Haley she was the only true thing he had. He put SO much stock into that marriage. I genuinely think part of the reason he proposed at all was the fear of losing her after that porn fight. Had Haley not wanted to explicitly wait until marriage for sex, I doubt the thought would have occurred to him. Haley let herself get swept away by the romance of young, first love and was a wife before she'd even experienced anything. From a story line standpoint, I love it. But speaking as someone twice their age at the time of the marriage, there were so many reasons why they should have waited.

I don't think I was the one to point that out, but I 100% agree with those points! I always forget how bad Nathan was during the first few episodes of season 1 because he'd grown tremendously by 122. But jesus christ, he was the boyfriend from hell. It really came across like half the time, Nathan used Peyton as a sex toy. He learned a lot of horrible, toxic messages from a young age and was on the path to becoming Dan Scott when Haley came into his life. You're correct that that particular trope is oftentimes really gross and overdone in fiction. Thankfully, I actually think OTH is one of the few shows to get it right. Peyton is never blamed for Nathan's bad behavior or viewed as "lesser" than Haley for being unable to fix Nathan. Their relationship was toxic and they couldn't have been more wrong for each other. Both Nathan and Peyton always stressed how awful their relationship was, and Nathan is thankfully quick to own up to his bad behavior during their relationship. But, you make a good point. Nathan's turnaround from emotionally abusive asshole boyfriend to sweet and patient boyfriend to Haley happened very quickly. Really, everything with Naley in season 1 was pretty rushed and could have used a few more episodes. The pacing is way off. They spent so much time building up to their first "I love you" only to have them married three episodes later. I think the key to Nathan's shift is that originally, I believe the Nathan/Peyton/Lucas triangle was supposed to go on longer. Since that ended up being replaced by the infamous Brooke/Lucas/Peyton triangle, that freed Nathan up to get together with Haley sooner.

You're welcome! I apologize for the length of my answer!

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since the important part of you (my mutuals) asked, here's rose oc wank: nfl edition

this is gonna get a lil unrealistic and of course if you (for some fuckn reason) have a problem with ocs for a real life sports league then GET OUUUTTTTT

n e ways

so i already spoilered some of the things this peculiar group of Sad Wet Men have to offer but i wanna start with the running back or as i (the name generator i ran through 437 times.) called him, duane cameron. he's a rb who got drafted in 2011 in the 2nd round bc i just can't let go of my senior citizens (terms and conditions apply i KNOW 34 isn't old) to the panthers. i don't know if they were actually in need of a rb at that time but fuck it they have one now and he's gorjus.

he's known cam (1st ovr pick yannooooo) since high school (after moving away from canada...but that's a whole thing i don't even wanna get into that) and when they got drafted to the same team cam was more enthralled by it than duane but hey he'll have to live w that now. no eli manning shenanigans you are STAYING THERE

n e ways he played for the panthers for a couple seasons and he was always in the top 10 rb conversations (from 2012 onwards bc the only thing people remember him for in 2011 is getting batista bombed by jj watt). he won opoy in 2014 for the first time and repeated in 2015. yk what also happened in 2015.

bc i am chronically living in the past and i'll never stand for the injustice that was dealt on that particular day in 2016, of course my 6'7 babygirl (don't question the dimensions. just Don't.) was the missing piece to the panthers super bowl and they do win that shit fuck you and your big ass forehead peyton. duane also wins sbmvp bc of his outlandish 377 yard performance (I FUCKING WARNED YOU) but you could expect that

n e ways after an easy repeat in 2016 (julio i wanted you to have this so bad but...the Narrative) and some drama in 2017 (mainly due to cam making the bail for no fucken reason) my boy finally hung up the boots in carolina and signed with the ravens because i am a biased little fangirlie and i want my team to have everything. he won the chip in 2019 w the murder birds and maybe sorta somewhat did it again in 2022 but shhhh

n e ways this was a LOT for just one guy and trust me he's the only one with that much history. movin tf on

so in my last post i did mention a 2nd oc who's a social experiment. well his name is ansis knight (that was NOT my idea btw i asked my brother to give me a name for a cornerback and this is what he came up with) and he's a social experiment in the sense that he's literally german. like his dad is american and everything but the dude grew up in Heidelberg, schönste Stadt im Land.

as i said he's a cb & plays for the eagles as of right now and he's very. idk. he's a dumbass and he does things he shouldn't do a lot of the time but Never On The Field. on the field he's the most annoying little bastard (especially for qbs bc for SOME FUCKING REASON he's everything everywhere all at once and they can't escape him) and wrs have a burning hatred for him (so do i). but off the field he's just this very Peculiar Personality and nobody knows what his deal is except amon-ra bc out of all the wrs he bothers every week amon-ra gets the most of it. you can imagine how he reacted when he saw his week 1 matchup last season

not a lot of history on him bc he's still fairly new but i'll just say he's my weirdest saddest wettest football guy and i love him very a lot

AND NOW. FOR THAT MOTHERFUCKER THAT WAS PART OF THE FUCKING NBA OC POST (which is so outdated by now you don't even know)

cole grAnt.

i'll take away first that he's shrunk a bit (6'10 is ENOUGH, jfc) and he's an edge rusher now which means he's the biggest menace to society the world has ever seen. he was drafted by the colts in the 6th round after a solid college season (UNDERDOG STORY RAAAAHHHHH) but they traded his ass to baltimore (eheh. hey) after an...interesting 2021 season. let me explain por favor

basically, he was tackled pretty fucking hard at one point (however hard you can hit a 6'10 dude who's built like a fucking wardrobe) and hit the ground awkwardly. @ the beginning he thought it was just a concussion and bc it was right ahead of bye week, he came back the next game. in THAT game tho he collapsed on the field and when they did a scan on his ass they found that a blood vessel exploded in his brain which caused intracranial hematoma (inner bleeding in the brain for all you non googlers). my man basically died for a second and he didn't play another game afterwards, but in 2022 he came back w a vengeance and he made joe burrow's life HELL in week 5 (and the wildcard game)

i don't know why i went THAT hard on cole's injury i just thought that i was coddling these men too hard and needed one of them to SUFFER. i mean duane already did for the duration of the 2018 season but i needed PHYSICAL SUFFERING i needed there to be BLOOD.

anyways that would be all i hope you understand at least some of it goodnight goodbye

@heyitswolfman pls accept my humble offering + apology i had some bs to deal w today so this comes late <3<3 sawry

[ultrahpfan5blog]

The Flash Season 1 - Retrospective Review

So I started watching The Flash from scratch again. With Season 9 on the horizon sometime in 2023, I figure I will slowly work myself through the rest of the show. Watching season 1 of the show again reminded me of how good it was. I am not of the opinion that The Flash has become a bad show now. But I admit that Season 1 is probably still its strongest season and the rewatch affirmed that to me.

In all honesty, season 1 of The Flash is definitely the single best season in the Arrowverse. That includes S&L seasons, Arrow season 2, Legends season 3 onwards etc... Everyone obviously has their favorite shows so this is obviously a subjective opinion. But in my mind, The Flash season 1 is right up there with the best seasons of superhero tv, and its even more impressive given its a full 23 episode season while other great seasons of tv like seasons of The Boys, WandaVision, or Peacemaker are under 10 episodes. Daredevil, arguably my favorite streaming superhero show, clocked at 13 episodes.

Everything in season 1 felt very fresh and I think one of the most appealing things for me in season 1 is watching a very vulnerable hero at work. I mean, coming into The Flash, a lot of network heroes on the CW like Clark in Smallville, Oliver in Arrow, Sam and Dean from Supernatural etc... were all pretty tough men, sharpened through hardship. So even though all had moments of vulnerability, they were all characters who would brush it off and move on. But what was interesting about Barry was that he was genuinely very young, and while he had experienced a giant tragedy, his life outside of those events were still positive. He was a bright young man, in a supportive environment. So when he's faced with enormous challenges, he is not as sharpened and toughened like the heroes I mentioned above. He behaves a lot more like I would believe a regular person to. That's what made the character relatable to me. Frankly, this was true with a lot of the supporting cast as well. Cisco and Caitlin felt very realistic as characters. Not heroes independently just yet, just nerdy scientists. Joe West was a new creation in this show that doesn't exist in the comics and that character was a masterstroke and helped provide so much heart. He was the everyman amidst the unbelievable. This is true with other characters like Iris and Eddie and Ronnie and Martin Stein etc...

I think another thing that really worked for me is the tone. Season 1 managed to balance humor and drama incredibly well. The show embraced the fun of having powers like Barry had. Again, this added to the relatable quality of the characters and the show. The way people reacted to the events, felt quite real. And Barry's joy was quite infectious. But the show also didn't shirk away from drama. 'The Man in the Yellow Suit', 'Out of Time', and 'Fast Enough' are three of the most dramatic episodes of the season, dealing with quite a bit of drama and emotion, but they are all incredible and amongst my favorite episodes of the show. But the season also embraced the fun in episodes like the crossover Flash vs Arrow. There are just some memorably fun episodes, like Crazy for You with the hilarious Karaoke scene.

The villains were initially a little weak. Certainly in early episodes with characters like the first Weather Wizardd, Multiplex, Kyle Nimbus, and Farooq, but they did improve as the season went on. There were a few excellent casting decisions, like Wentworth Miller as Captain Cold, Dominic Purcell as Heat Wave, and Peyton List as Golden Glider. Mark Hamill returning from the 90's Flash series to play the Trickster was glorious. Hartley Rathaway was a pretty good villain as was the 2nd Weather Wizard. We also had Grodd, which was not something I expected to see executed on the show. But they were very smart with how they peppered him throughout the season and gave him an episode late in the season. Clancy Brown as Wade Eiling was another piece of excellent casting. It's a pity they never brought him back after the first season because he would have been a great recurring government foe. It has to be said that it can be argued that the best solo episode villains were all brought about in the first season itself.

Obviously, in a 23 episode season, not everything works perfectly. There are certainly some episodes that are a bit weaker than others and certain relationship dynamics that don't work. A couple of the early episodes has the show still ironing out the kinks. I think they perhaps overplayed their hand with Harrison Wells a bit when he killed Simon Stagg in just the 2nd episode, because that did make him very obviously villainish. Also, one of the key aspects of the season was the whole Barry and Iris one sided romance thing. 'All Star Team Up' was not as fun as it should have been. I'll be honest, I don't think the show has ever been able to properly nail down the WestAllen relationship and some of the issues come from the first season. I think Candice Patton is great but the character is written a bit flaky at times and she just isn't able to find the right fit in the show which is a problem the show has struggled with all its 8 seasons. I do think they should have continued the path of her being a reporter at an established newspaper and moving up the ranks, which would have felt more realistic than what they ended up doing eventually. Eddie Thawne was a character that initially felt a bit of a bore but the show figured out what to do with the character midway through the show and he became immensely more likable. One of my issues with WestAllen also became that I quite liked the Eddie and Iris relationship by end of season, to the point where I didn't really root for WestAllen that much. Also, Barry suddenly changing his opinion on Wells felt a little abrupt. I think it would have been a bit more plausible if his opinion had changed in the Trickster episode as opposed to the previous episode.

The casting of the main characters were all terrific. As I mentioned earlier, despite my issues with the character, Candice Patton was terrific as Iris. Rick Cosnett was excellent as Eddie, particularly in the back half of the season where he was more than just the stock boyfriend character. His death scene is definitely one of the powerful moments in the finale. Jesse L. Martin was outstanding as Joe. You can tell what a seasoned actor he is. Carlos Valdes does a lot of heavy lifting when it comes to the humor on the show but he showed himself to be equally adept at doing drama. Danielle Panabaker was wonderful. Incredibly appealing and her dynamic with Cisco is great. The whole Barry/Cisco/Caitlin nerd trio was one of my favorite parts of the first season. They all had excellent chemistry with another. It was a masterstroke to bring John Wesley Shipp as Henry Allen. A casting decision that has benefited the show throughout its run. Robbie Amell and Victor Garber were very welcome additions to the Arrowverse. As was Matt Letscher as OG Thawne.

But unarguably the two lynchpins of the first season were Grant Gustin and Tom Cavanaugh. Tom Cavanaugh as Thawne is still the best single season villain the show has had. And while he has returned many times since then, season 1 is still the highwater mark. I think it's because Thawne is such a layered character. He is bad guy but his motivations are very identifiable. He somehow manages to blend and inherent creepiness with a certain likability. He has many moments of dry humor but also fantastic dramatic moments. It's a brilliant performance and he executed the wolf in sheep's clothing character to perfection. This was also a case of hero and villain performances going brilliantly toe to toe with Grant Gustin just blowing away expectations as Barry Allen. Grant has me already invested in his two episode appearance in Arrow season 2, but he had me hooked from the scene in the pilot where he meets his father in prison. Grant Gustin's ability to show vulnerability was one of his best strengths but he also imbues the character with a lot of lightness and joy. He is just immensely likable and even when Barry does bone headed things, you are always on his side thanks to Grant. Grant and Tom facing off in these roles have always led to some of the best moments. Also, Grant absolutely owns the finale. The scene where he talks to his Mom is phenomenal acting.

All in all, this was just an excellent season of television and I had a lot of fun watching it. Arguably one of the most important seasons of tv for the Arrowverse because its success introduced the idea of time travel which fed into Legends of Tomorrow and the success of the first crossover led the way to a huge part of the success of the Arrowverse for the next 8 years. All in all, a 9/10 season.

[twittercomfrnklin2001-blog]

Home From the Hill

For the auteur critics, Vincente Minnelli’s HOME FROM THE HILL (1960, TCM) is a masterpiece of color, light and décor reflecting the characters’ tortured emotional lives, often the result of their rebelling against the roles forced upon them by life. It’s a solid work of plastic art, but film is also a narrative art, and that’s where it falls down. It’s hard to escape the fact that this is also a film that tries to deal with harsh truths about masculinity only to detour into soap and sentimentality. But then, maybe it’s both great plastic art and failed narrative art, making Minnelli Schrodinger’s auteur.

Part of the problem is that the script, adapted by Harriet Frank Jr. and Irving Ravetch from William Humphrey’s novel, is all over the place. Robert Mitchum is a Texas land baron living a Hemingwayesque life of hunting, drinking and womanizing with his unacknowledged legitimate son (George Peppard), while his bitter, repressed, neurotic but still desirable wife (Eleanor Parker) has encouraged their son (George Hamilton) to stay a boy. When Mitchum sets out to man him up — which means teaching him to kill wildlife, culminating in a thrillingly shot wild boar hunt — it brings the husband and wife’s conflicts into focus…sort of. Part of the problem is that their estrangement seems the kind of thing that could be settled with one good honest conversation. Since Mitchum keeps trying to do that, and Parker keeps resisting, the film privileges his role, even though his womanizing at times seems pretty callous (“It’s my right to cross any man’s fence when I’m hunting.”). Then you throw in a pair of star-crossed young lovers and a teen pregnancy, and the whole thing starts a slow trek toward Peyton Place as we spend way too much time with teens whose parents don’t understand their simple biological urges.

Mitchum dominates the film effortlessly, even though he’s off-screen a lot while the youngsters work out less interesting issues. He gives even the worst lines the ring of truth through the sheer simplicity of his work. When he’s not on screen, however, the soap starts to rise, particularly in the big scene in which Parker reveals her husband’s past to Hamilton, who seems to be the only person in town who’s never heard of his father’s philandering. She has some quiet, restrained moments with Mitchum reminiscent of her best work in films like CAGED (1950) and THE DETECTIVE STORY (1951), but here Minnelli lets her indulge in a display of bulging eyes and heavy breathing that may tempt you to yell, “People are going to be watching this!” Hamilton is best when not overdoing the character’s bumptiousness. At times, he seems to be channeling Anthony Perkins on a bad day. Minnelli did much better work directing Peppard, even if pairing the classic Hollywood director with the hot young Method actor would have seemed a mismatch. Peppard was wise enough to pay attention when Minnelli told him to play against his more florid speeches. He has a beautiful moment describing his childhood to Hamilton. Minnelli also directs a simple scene between Mitchum and Everett Sloan that’s a joy to watch as the two masters negotiate over the latter’s plans for his daughter. Constance Ford turns up briefly as the town floozy, one of many small parts she played where she creates more meaning with a glance than most studio-trained stars could generate in a whole scene. In a just world, she would have been a big enough star to play the female lead and could have helped Mitchum wrestle the script into something deserving of Minnelli’s visuals.

[askblog-cvesocs]

General…

Vee needs girl friends. I need to give Vee girl friends. And no, not girlfriends. Girl friends, with a space. Because there’s a difference.

Main Topic: How many OCs I have

I realize how many guy ocs there are and how little girl ocs I have (NOT LITTLE GIRL BUT LIKE I HAVE A LITTLE AMOUNT YA KNOW. that sounds funky, just had to clear that up)

Like, lemme count how many guy ocs I have.

There’s…

[Auggie], [Reed], [Hille], [Gabe], [Theo], [Jack], [Cage], [Aiden], [Pyrus], [Tobie/Tobias], [Wilson], [Mark], [Benjamin] (whether i like it or not /j i often forget about benjamin because i dislike him that much. but he’s not even as bad as august. like.). + the ocs I rarely ever talk about and that I basically have only mentioned= [Peyton], [Jacob], [Luke], [Miles]. and then [August]. fuck august. i hate august. (as i have said before, there is AUGGIE and there is AUGUST. two different people. auggie is always auggie. august is. august. ya know)

There’s also [Andy] (kind of. they’re pretty non-binary and gender neutral, but everyone calls him a guy. so like everyone uses “he/him”, which he doesn’t mind at all. he’s probably gender fluid tbh, but he hasn’t come out or anything. but really he doesn’t give a damn about pronouns. he was AFAB.)

And [Finch]. [Finch] is non-binary, so I’m not putting them in boys or girls. They are no in-between like [Andy] is.

So that right there is 18 guys.

Now.. girls:

[Vee], [Jenna], [Amy], [Anque], [Ashe] (BEEN A WHILE SINCE I THOUGHT ABOUT ASHE. i love ashe, she’s so fun.), [Iskrauf] (Iskrauf I don’t usually mention much because technically she’s not really in that “universe”, she’s from another world/story that’s super interesting but not written at all yet. darn. i should write it tbh), + the ones I rarely ever even mention= [Vaunne], [Olivia], [Hannah], [Ottilie], [Haylie], [Tori], [Lily], [Abigail], [Ramzie], [Lainey], [Katie], [Elizabeth]

That’s also 18 girls. Yet, only about 5 or 6 of them I talk about. 12 of them I have only mentioned maybe once, twice, or not at all. 9 of those 12 have probably never been mentioned yet. I’ve still thought about them, but rarely. Tbh, they just exist right now.

Eventually I’m gonna need more girls. Also, most of those girls, they either don’t go to RocketSide (the school she goes to) or don’t know/get along with Vee.

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[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

Not what you think

Masterlist

A/N: Lately, I've been in a sour mood - apparently - and I got into a nasty habit to continuously hurt my boys. Then, @geralts-yenn sent me this fun little prompt - and it just had to be Mike because I've been putting that boy through it, lately, holy shit. So here! Have some more (even more) Mikey fluff...

Pairing: Mike (Hellraiser) x reader (Specifically German!reader, I guess)

Summary: When Mike comes home, you're looking to pick a fight. Until it turns out he hasn't been sneaking around. Well... Not like that, anyway.

Word count: 656

Warnings: None. A little angst. Some German...

@geralts-yenn @deandoesthingstome @ellethespaceunicorn @peaches1958 @sillyrabbit81 @peyton-warren @summersong69 @mayloma @livisss

You looked at him, tears in your eyes. Your entire vacation together hinged on what was going to come out of Mike’s mouth in response to the question you were terrified to ask. In fact, you had been scared to death to even breach the subject for weeks now, but you knew you had to. If he was the lying, cheating bastard you thought he was, he could forget about coming with you on your trip to visit your family. And he could forget about your fantastic home cooking and your fabulous ass. And about you in general. In fact... He could fuck all the way off and never return.  

“What the fuck is going on with you, Mike? You haven’t been yourself lately. And the sneaking around... Are you cheating on me?” Fuck. Too many words... And did you have to sound so desperate? What happened to 'staying strong' and ‘getting to the bottom of this’ and several other girlboss power phrases your friends had thrown at you when you had discussed the situation.  

“No,” Mike said, his voice lacking any emotion. “How can you even think that?”  

Guilt hit you right in the gut. Hard. How could you? Mike would never do that... Would he? You had your reasons to be suspicious... Exhibit A: he had been very distant lately. Exhibit B: regular, unexplained cash withdrawals. Exhibit C: for weeks now, he had been feeding you bullshit about working late, when you knew for a fact that he hadn’t been working any of the nights he said he had been. What the fuck else were you supposed to think? 

“Alright,” Mike said after listening to you ramble on and on about your proof that he had been up to something shady, “I see how that looks bad, and I didn’t think this all the way through... You obviously weren’t supposed to find out and...” 

“Mike!” you yelled, grabbing a pillow off the couch and lobbing it at his stupid head. “Why the fuck does it matter that I wasn’t supposed to find out? What the fuck are you doing, Mike, if you’re not two-timing me with some skank from god knows where? Which, by the way, I’m still not convinced you aren’t!”  

“Babe,” he said, while trying to wrap you up in a hug. No way you were going to let him, so you took a swing at his arms each time they came closer. Eventually, he caught your hands. “Babe, listen. Babe! Ehh… Es ist nicht was du denkst.” 

You looked at him in disbelief for a few moments. “Come again?” 

“It’s not what you think,” he said hastily, eyes on the floor. Yeah, that’s what you thought he’d said. But… Had he been speaking German? That was impossible. Mike didn’t speak German. “I’ve been taking German classes a few nights a week. I… For when we visit your family this summer. I wanted to surprise you.” 

“Can you say that in German?” you blurted out as you wrapped your arms around his neck, never happier about having been wrong than you were right now.  

“Hm? Dass ich dich überraschen wollte?” He seemed hesitant, clearly not comfortable speaking your native language, but it was the sweetest thing ever. And he wasn’t half bad, either. He had the cutest American accent. (= 'that I wanted to surprise you?')

“Well, it worked,” you laughed before kissing him. “Sorry I ever doubted you.” 

“Nah,” he shrugged, “I can see that it looked real fishy…” 

“All of this because we will be visiting my family? My parents are going to love this!” you said. “You won’t be able to understand my grandmother, either way.”  

“Not just because we’re visiting your family,” he admitted. As he said it, he sounded so guilty that you almost instantly panicked again. The only thing that kept you from spiraling was the tight hug he gave you. “Ich wollte dich eigentlich auch noch fragen, ob du mich heiraten willst.”  (= I actually also wanted to ask you if you want to marry me.')

[shamelessrabbithole]

I don’t think Noel is very kinky. I’m sure he can be rough and dominant in bed in the throes of passion but I don’t think he is living a dom/sub dynamic lifestyle. From what I have seen on TV I can tell that he definitely knows what he’s doing in the bedroom. Boy got some moves.

I have no clue about Cam. I can only judge by the scenes in Shameless cause I have not seen him in anything else. On the show he has always seemed a little awkward in sex scenes. In the beginning this could have been because of age/inexperience. Maybe he is not really comfortable in those kind of scenes which I can totally understand. It’s not easy to simulate sex in a room full of people. Even though sex scenes are filmed on a closed set, there are still plenty of people around. So Cam is a little harder to read but I also think he is pretty vanilla which is not a bad thing.

I also have no problem with either of them being vanilla. For me, Cameron has always had more of an experimental streak, in that I think the partakes in three-ways. It may have been what drove Peyton away—just my intuition at work here. I've got no real concrete evidence to support me, but it's a theory I have.

Anyway, his sex scenes on Shameless were usually right before getting caught, so I think they were purposely awkward. Maybe to highlight how young and vulnerable he was in those moments. His scene with that woman was kinda hot, only because he gave us a full frontal and his body was peak form, but ultimately it wasn't meant to highlight how good a lover he is. Because, again, the vibe was supposed to be awkward—and show a complete lack of enjoyment on his part.

Noel, on the other hand, had to have sex with women three times. In each, he wasn't having a great time, but he had a job to do, and goddammit, he was going to do it aggressively and with a desperation to pound away his rage. So, definitely different from Cam's scenes in vibe and tone, which may account for why you see a difference in sexual styles.

[lukeevangelista]

five minutes - peyton krebs

sweet blue eyed boy. i’m sorry to do this

warning; few cuss words, a little angst, mentions of cheating; not edited per usual

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peyton. peyton krebs. the boy you had been in love with for the last year and half. the boy you finally gave a chance to while he was in vegas, him trying everything in his power to get you to go on a date with him. the day you finally agree, you thought you were going to have to sedate him, he was that excited. you two had been friends for a bit, you being friends with some of the younger wives and girlfriends.

and then it all happened. peyton had been traded to buffalo. he asked you to go with him, you obviously saying yes, which ended up being your first mistake.

peyton had cheated on you. him and some of his teammates were out after a good win against one of the better teams in the league and he cheated on you with some girl he had met at the bar, him not coming home until that next morning smelling of cheap perfume and lipstick stains of a red shade that you wouldn’t be caught dead wearing.

and why he thought it would be smart walking in like that when he knew you were home, you’ll never know.

that night, it all ended. you ended it with him, not giving him a chance to explain anything. he ended up going and staying at dylans’ that night. you told him not to come back for a couple of days so it would give you time to clear out the things you had, a couple of the buffalo girls willing to help you, but you shutting them down immediately. word had passed on quick to everyone about peytons’ mistake, but you didn’t want any help from anyone that had anything to do with him.

you didn’t want him to know anything and you knew the moment you continued letting people in from his life, word would get back to him.

that was until you received a text from peyton. he had a couple of things he had found of yours that he knew you would have wanted.

peyton krebs: hey. i know i’m the last person you want to hear from, but your mom sent some stuff to us in the mail and i figured you’d want it. i’m assuming you haven’t told her yet. but anyways, lmk if you want it and where you want to meet or whatever.

y/n: no i didn’t tell her because she’d ask why and i don’t what her to think bad of you, despite what you did. she loves you too much for that. but sure, bring them over. ill drop a pin for my addy.

he sent back a thumbs up, you locking your phone and throwing it on the couch.

now you might be asking, why wasn’t his number blocked if you were that upset? well.. honestly you thought it was, that was until you thought back to the night you got drunk and drunk dialed him, but luckily for you, he didn’t answer and he never reached out, which definitely helped you in the healing aspect. you knew this because you had went to call your roommate that next morning and saw the drunk dial. you prayed you didn’t leave a stupid voicemail, but knowing you, you probably did but hopefully, you’d never find out.

it had been a couple of days since peyton had reached out, you unsure of when he was actually going to pop by. luckily for you both, you had been home when he stopped by.

“hey, sorry for showing up unannounced.”

“that never stopped you before so what’s different now?” you muttered, him shrugging his shoulders at you.

“how have you been?”

“pey, lets not play the small talk game.” you gave him a tired look, “i’m really not in the mood.” you said as you held out your hand for the stuff he was holding as he took a seat on your couch. for a moment, everything felt normal in the silence that had taken over your rented home.

“i’m not playing any games, i was being genuine.” he commented back, “you look good.”

“i look like shit.” you lightly laughed as you looked down at the old old navy sweatshirt and the black leggings you had on, paired with some classic fuzzy socks.

“you don’t.” he whispered, “i promise, i’ve seen you at your worst.”

‘yeah my worst was because of you.’ you thought to yourself, but didn’t dare say that out loud. you two fell into a comfortable silence, which was odd with all things considering, as you opened the gift that your mom had sent you. it was just something small, but it meant well as it was something that reminded her of you and peyton.

but unfortunately for her, there was no you and peyton anymore.

“i opened it,” he commented, “i didn’t realize who it was from until after.”


“it’s fine peyton.” you sighed as you placed the small painting on the counter, throwing away the trash, “it’s not that big of a deal anyways. it was just her thinking of us- me.” you corrected yourself as your cheeks had a slight red tinge to them.

“i know.” he stated as he scrolled on his phone, staying put on the couch; almost like he didn’t want to leave.

“don’t you have another girl’s house you can go to?” you asked, annoyance lacing your tone as you cocked your head at him.

he rolled his eyes as he tucked his phone in his pocket, seeing you standing in front of him with your arms crossed before sucking in a deep breathe, admitting the words he had been wanting to say since he got to your place.

“i just miss you. i miss what we used to be.”

“you can’t just waltz in here and say that peyton. that’s not fair to me. you hurt me,” you hissed, “bad. i was broken because of you. i’ve finally put the pieces back together and you’re not going to ruin this for me.” finally, you had gotten it off your chest. you never had a chance to really speak your peace with the whole situation as you had cut communication between you two almost immediately after you found out.

“i know and i am so sorry. i really am.” he sighed as he looked up at you from the couch, “i never wanted this to end up like this. i really thought we were meant to last.” he said as his blue eyes met yours.

“i did too until you decided to lay in another girls bed, krebs.”

“you don’t realize how much i regret that to this day, y/n.” he whispered, “i’ll never not regret it because it..” he sighed.

“it what peyton?”

“it made me lose you.”

“why did you do it?” you asked, tears welling up in your eyes, “i never got closure, krebs. i want answers.” you kept on before a sob left your lips, “was i just not good enough for you?”

“what- no baby- y/n.” he said, correcting himself as he stood up, “don’t you dare ever say that again. you were everything and more. it was a mistake.” he whispered, “a stupid stupid mistake. i never deserved you and i still don’t.” he went to put his hands on your arms, him hesitating. you gave him a small nod, showing it was okay. he placed his hands on your shoulders before pulling you into his chest as sobs racked your body, “god, i’m so sorry. you don’t know how much i wish i could take it back. i wish i would have came home to you that night. you were everything to me, and still are. that will never change.” he whispered as he placed a light kiss to your forehead, “that’ll never change.”

“i think you should leave.” you sniffled as you pulled away from him.

“is there any way we can talk this out? or at least hear my side of everything?” he asked, “i really don’t think it’s what you thought it was.” he stated. you pondered on the idea for a couple of minutes, causing him to utter out one more word, “please?”

“i don’t know.” you started, “i don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“all i ask for is five minutes and then if you want me to leave you alone for good, i’ll do it.”

“five minutes krebs,” you pointed your finger at him, “that’s all you got and then you’re out.”