#❛ ⠀ .⠀ ݁⠀ ─ self promo ╱ there’s no crying in the club ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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pairing: f4!nct dojaejung x fem!reader (past johnny x reader mentions)
genre: hana yori dango/boys over flowers/meteor garden/f4 thailand reverse harem au (mild allusions and characterization only)
warnings: brief mentions of past bullying, dom!doyoung, hopelessromantic!jaehyun, mommykink!jungwoo, reader is a bit of a switch, smut (mmmf, double penetration, oral f & m receiving/giving, unprotected sex, anal, semi-public sex), degradation/humiliation kink (reader), pet names: baby, mommy (reader), puppy (jw)
wordcount: 10k
author's note: i wrote this as a distraction from other projects after listening to perfume on repeat and lamenting the end of promo. intended as a oneshot but i have some ideas for continuation. please let me know if you enjoy it (and more importantly, what you enjoy)
The Bangkok night is warm and thick and redolent with flowers. The expensive vacation home one of your three companions had arranged for your short stay is quietly luxurious, separated from the city bustle but still hazed with light past the high walls and thick foliage surrounding the pool.
You'd never made a habit of asking who paid for what with your travel companions, but you guess by the mix of old world and new that it was Jaehyun's idea to stay here–perhaps even a Jeong family permanent accommodation. His family's import business had done well in the region, judging by the luxury sports cars parked in the driveway.
Everything about this trip is surreal–worse for the fact that a fourth presence lingers like a ghost in your periphery.
He should have been here. Indeed, you've taken his place, filling the natural void like a small drop in an ocean-sized hole.
Everything about this distraction brought you back to him: the rose petals strewn across your pristine bed, the snarling garuda statue lurking across the aquamarine oasis.
Johnny is 8600 miles away and still very near.
Jaehyun joins you at the pool's edge, slipping some well-concocted drink near your manicured fingers–most likely Jungwoo's contribution by the tasteful sprig of flowering basil. You'd refused multiple drinks at the club, still flagged from a day of travel and self-conscious of the eyes on your table and you’d finally agreed to one now that you were back safe in your own private enclosure.
He shucks off his sandals to dip his feet in beside yours, nudging you beneath the water to remind you that even with the grief that's hollowed you out inside, you're not alone.
Jaehyun doesn't speak–well accustomed to your need for silence when you've inevitably descended into that space again.
Unfortunately, Doyoung isn't as accommodating.
"What did we say about moping, Y/N?" A tall shadow stands beside you, swaying slightly.
"I'm not moping," you say, sipping from your glass of Mekhong soothed with sugar and soda. "Just thinking."
"Wasn't the point of this vacation to get you to stop doing that?" Doyoung is touching his toe to the warm water when there's a sudden rush from behind you, a startled cry escaping the man before he hits the surface fully clothed.
"Was he bothering you?" Jungwoo asks, looking completely unfazed about shoving the other man in.
"You bastard," Doyoung says, spluttering up and tossing his hair back as he holds his phone out of the water.
"It's waterproof."
"That's not–"
"I'll buy you a new one."
"Now you're going to have him trying to return the favor," you say, giving him a sly smile.
"Oh I think I'll be alright," he says with a wink, backing up a few paces before cannon-balling in. If you'd been doused by Doyoung's ungraceful landing you're soaked thoroughly by the splash Jungwoo makes, finding yourself shielded by Jaehyun's torso wrapped around you.
You hadn’t even thought to protect anything but your drink, your heart stuttering as you find yourself inches from his flushed face and rosy lips.
"You okay?" he asks, wiping water from your face with his silk sleeve.
"Yeah," you say quietly. "Can't see the tears now, right?"
He blinks at you, believing you by the clouded expression in his dark eyes.
"I'm just kidding. Not crying, see." You smile at him as best as you can muster, hoping your carefully-applied makeup isn't running off your face.
"Don't you want to join us?" Jungwoo has escaped Doyoung by pressing himself to your knees, shoulders well out of the water at standing level. You shake your head, suddenly shy.
"You should have let those girls come back with us," you say. "All that work wingmanning for nothing."
"Blame Doyoung for boring them talking about tariffs," Jungwoo says, ducking as the other shoves water in his direction. "Besides, we didn't want you to be alone."
"You know I don't mind, puppy." You tousle his wet hair, sipping deeply again. Through the fogged rim of your glass you catch his cheerful expression falter. It lasts only as long as he realizes Doyoung is floating on his back, swamping him with a tackle.
"I asked them to keep it just us for tonight." Jaehyun says, breaking his quiet.
"Saving the party for Phuket!" Jungwoo shouts in the background, mispronouncing the first syllable deliberately to sound like fuck it.
"Have someone you're missing tonight, too?" Your tease lands with a thud, watching your best friend's mouth crease at the corner as he chews his lip.
"I'm sorry, that was rude–"
"No," he says. "I know how you feel."
"How far away is Paris?" you ask, not expecting an answer.
"5 hours," Jaehyun says, grinning slightly. It's a callback to so many months of watching him stare out towards the airport from the school rooftop with you, letting you listen while he mused on what she might be doing at that hour, how long it would take to get there.
You'd encouraged him even as your heart broke–feeling the dwindling embers of a schoolgirl crush on him turn to ash. You would never be as good as his childhood love, even if you had taken up her place as his companion seated beside him on the piano bench when he practiced, or studying beside him as he drifted off into one of his many naps.
It was better this way–more comfortable just being able to be with him without the worry that you could live up to her, your heroine in highschool. But there would always be something there.
Doyoung clambers out to sit beside you, far enough away not to dampen the fuschia Versace metal mesh minidress he'd gifted you earlier. It was the perfect costume to play the part of nouveau riche jetsetter for a girl who lived one step up from a basement apartment.
No one would mistake you for class, or even an influencer, but in their company no one was looking at you anyway. Most people thought you were Doyoung’s assistant or Jungwoo’s sister. The nasty looks, sometimes worse, always followed when they introduced you as their friend.
"What can we do to make this a magical night?" Doyoung asks. You find yourself unable to answer, eyes caught on the smooth definition of his chest through the barely buttoned translucent shirt he'd worn out. You note he's lost the matching loose tie, probably still wrapped around a girl's neck on the dance floor.
"It's already so nice," you say, looking up at the blink of stars through the light pollution. "Thank you for including me."
"You think we'd leave you behind?"
The way he says you carries all sorts of strange subtext, considering your history. It had been a long journey from being mercilessly bullied and shoved into the dirt you came from, as Johnny had called it, to here. The lap of luxury, attended to by three specimens of wealth and privilege so out of your league you may as well be batting a thousand.
"Well it’s not like I got you in the divorce," you say, knot twisting in your chest. "I guess even now it’s hard to tell if you’re just being nice to me because you feel bad for me."
"First of all, he left all of us," Doyoung corrects. His voice is a little raspy, as if he's controlling his emotions. The admission leaves you questioning. You knew how close they were but they'd never shown any sign of being affected by Johnny's sudden departure.
Maybe you'd just been too busy wallowing to notice.
“Second, you’re special. Too special to let just anyone play with. If you hadn’t noticed, we enjoy your company.”
"And when have we ever done something nice?" Jungwoo rests his arms on your knees, almost pulling you into the water. Jaehyun pushes him back with his foot, earning a tug on his leg that does little to move his immovable weight.
"You're a package deal, though. Like a blend," you raise your mostly empty glass to drive your horrible attempt at a metaphor to death. “Even with one ingredient missing you can’t beat the original.”
“Well I won’t deny you're a strange substitute,” Doyoung says, gracefully using your words to make his point. It reminds you of how he’d spent hours drilling you with details of tea ceremony when your ridiculous coworker had asked for a demonstration of his family’s heritage business.
“But taste requires innovation, and it’s often the unexpected addition that changes the entire flavor profile. You’re new but you’re refreshing, and unique. Not something to be discarded because anyone demands it.”
“That’s a very poetic way of saying you still like me even if I’m an uncultured pain in the ass.”
"Poor little weed," Jungwoo says, hands splaying over your bare thighs before Jaehyun can foist him off again. “Are you insulting Doyoung’s taste? You're the first girl any of us have agreed on."
"I doubt that considering what I saw last Friday. Did all of you sleep in Doyoung's room or did you take turns–"
You catch Jungwoo's scheming look with Jaehyun right before the cocktail glass is plucked from your hand and you're picked up on both sides, Jaehyun lifting you by the waist and Jungwoo taking over once you're free of the edge.
"Let me go," you shriek, folding over his shoulder.
"Are you sure?" Jungwoo bends his knees until your hem is submerged, not phased as you beat on his back with soft hits.
"At least toss me in so you can get a head start," you threaten. He indulges you, lifting you up out of the water like he's going to help you recreate that pivotal scene from Dirty Dancing only to throw you back and into the deep end.
You hold yourself in a ball and sink, breath held, channeling your best hello darkness my old friend as you wait for the inevitable. It takes less than ten seconds before Jaehyun dives in after you, pulling you up.
“Got you,” you say, grinning through the trickles of warm water. Jaehyun looks less than amused, lips thinning into a tight line as water drips from his bleached blond hair.
"Don't scare us like that," Doyoung gripes, joining you a few seconds too late. You shoot him and Jungwoo a look over your perch on Jaehyun's arm, clinging to him for comfort.
“Yeah, please.” Jaehyun breathes.
"Is my makeup coming off?" you ask. He's been staring at you funnily as you float beside him, bodies brushed up in the expansion of his clothing and the occasional contact with his frame.
"What?" Your best friend sounds dazed, water collecting in his dimples as he smiles softly.
"What?" You parrot, teasing, mirroring him in the way your eyes dart to his mouth, not surprised to find his lip trembling. His uplit face is shadowed with hidden feelings you can only guess at.
That years-old urge to kiss him returns. It could be considered revenge for back when he'd grabbed you and given you a taste of what it would be like that day after he’d come back from his trip abroad. You'd melted into him like it was the most natural thing in the world, the illusion only broken when Johnny had slammed the rooftop door shut on the way back down, flowers for whatever apology he'd half-assed scattered across the dirty tar paper.
You'd slapped him afterwards, surprised to find him smiling. He's in love with you, isn't he? Had to be sure.
There'd been so many times after that he'd played with your feelings you'd lost count, but one constant remained: he would never pursue you fully if he believed it would hurt his best friend.
Your chest feels tight just imagining what might have been, had you changed course back then. But you've long given up dwelling on might have beens.
Jaehyun is less mercurial now that he's older so you’re the one to catch him by surprise, lips pressing to his cheek right beside his mouth–in the smile lines you know too well. It's a quick send-off before Jungwoo can grab his legs and pull him under from below.
Doyoung takes the opportunity to capture you by the waist, keeping you from becoming a casualty of their underwater fight. He looks just as serious as always, even without his usual glasses.
"Sorry about the dress," you say, working to stay afloat.
He laughs at you, prone to condescension as always. "If you like it we can get you another. But do you really want to wear the same thing twice?"
"Some of us can't replace our wardrobe every week," you huff.
"Are you under the impression I'm replacing a bespoke suit collection every week? All I'm saying is you should have a new dress for every occasion. Especially if you're with us."
You jab him in the side, surprised at the hardness of his ribs but also delighted by his startled wheeze.
"I'm not your kept woman."
"Not even if we want to keep you to ourselves?"
A little shiver runs through you, making eye contact with him as he mouths the waterline. It's said so innocently but you know better. He and Woo had been dropping double entendres since well before takeoff from Seoul.
Flirting was Jungwoo's thing, a silver lining to the dark shadow of a personality that enjoyed being subtly in control. As the future heir to a crime syndicate it was much better than experiencing his hidden anger. Doyoung though . . . as much as he dabbled in shadier scenes and pretended to be a womanizer he's old-old-old money, from a strata inaccessible to anyone who's genealogy can't be traced back to the Goryeo dynasty.
The idea of him folding you into his life, much less keeping you, is absurd.
“Well that does seem to go against the whole idea of this being a trip to finally get over . . . everything,” you say, deflecting from his intensity. “What happened to letting me live like the F4 for one week?”
“Is this not it?” He quirks an eyebrow at you.
“What if I want you to play wingman for me? Find me something meaningless to distract me?”
You're not expecting the dark storm that settles over his refined features.
“I think you have enough distractions here to keep you occupied.”
Your pulse picks up, hearing the hidden message loud and clear. He'd heard your laments to Jungwoo about how long it had been since you even thought about being with someone else, how you'd never really gotten to date after three brutal years of school, work, and accidentally making the worst chaebol tyrant in Seoul fall for you.
Now that you're free for the first time in your adult life, you want to experience what it's like to be just another girl, like the ones they so frequently invited to their tables at function and club alike.
"Are you insinuating you're not going to let me bring anyone back if I find a fling? After I just spent all night singing your praises to a healthy pool of candidates? Double standard, much?"
Doyoung wraps an arm around you to keep your head from knocking against the tiled pool edge. He's backed you into it without you even noticing it.
"You can try," he says, gripping the wall next to your cheek. "Though I would question the sanity and intelligence of anyone who took you up on it."
There's his brand of cruelty: casual threats delivered without a hint of remorse. You'd been on the receiving end, perhaps were now, but you're not afraid of him in the slightest.
"You're not reporting all of this to him, are you?"
Doyoung doesn't answer, nostrils flaring.
"Or is he only texting 'Woo back?" you ask.
"Who texted me?" Jungwoo asks with open curiosity behind him.
Doyoung presses a single finger to your lips in warning, releasing you.
"Didn't you get the number of that model? Miss Thailand 2016 runner-up?" You toss your head slightly to clear it, still feeling heat suffuse your cheeks from just a touch against your mouth. It really had been too long.
"Oh she's too good for me," Jungwoo remarks, jokingly. "Besides, I already have a failed beauty queen right here."
You snort. “In what world is second place a failure when it’s your first time?”
The contest had just been a university charity project but you'd worked hard to earn that spot after Johnny had entered you in as some kind of sick game from abroad. Jungwoo had helped you conquer it–had even got you a side gig modeling when his usual partner had dropped out at the last minute at one of his shoots. You’d just been there to deliver coffee and now you were on a cover being printed in 15 different countries.
You always liked reminding Jungwoo of his Pygmalion moment because that's when you'd genuinely seen his kinder side–even if you suspected he may have threatened at least two of the judges to land you on the final stage. Losing had been worth it to spend time with the member of the F4 you’d never been close to in high school.
"Maybe she doesn't deserve you," you say, swimming around him to grab him loosely around the shoulders. “Not many can appreciate having a personal rescue dog to save them from getting wrinkly fingers.”
You're immediately indulged, Jungwoo paddling you back to the shallow end where Jaehyun is lost in thought, staring at white blossoms from one of the trees in the courtyard floating in front of him. Doyoung is just as contemplative.
It’s probably best to not let it stretch out any longer–you were always a fan of ripping the bandage off quickly even if it hurt.
"I'm going to go take a shower and call it a night." You announce, hearing Jungwoo groan. "Unless . . ."
"Unless what?" Jungwoo perks. Jaehyun squints up at you where you stand over him. You look at Doyoung instead, as he drags himself out of the water to sit on the ledge beside the stairs.
"Unless you tell me what we really are."
The buzz of cicadas seems to die a little, soft music inside the house drifting out through the glass.
"Friends, hopefully?" Jungwoo says.
"Well you aren't bullying me anymore, so yes. But friends don't keep their friends from moving on from past relationships."
"That's not at all—" Doyoung begins.
"Let me finish," you interrupt. He's immediately quiet, throat bobbing as he looks beside you at Jaehyun's taut shoulders.
"I'll never fit in with you or your world but we both stopped judging each other for that a long time ago, I think. I like spending time with you, I like knowing you'll still include me even if . . . " You can't bring yourself to say Johnny's name. "Even if I'm just another ghost who's outstayed her welcome."
It was their term for dropped flings and casual encounters, with a whole subset of terminology for the ones who couldn't get the hint (poltergeist), or lost their cool at their dismissal by screaming and crying (banshees).
It hadn't been like that for you even the second or fifth time Johnny had broken up with you–always for reasons out of your control. You'd shown him the same aggression and cruelty in answer, but you’d never begged for him to take you back, ever, and you certainly had never sought out his friends.
It had always been their prerogative to spend time with you, and you’d leaned into it your freshman year of university study and singlehood, wanting the support network denied you by being alone and poor in a city you could barely afford. You’d never take their money but you had accepted their company, and had enjoyed it far more than you could have imagined.
Even if it kept you in Johnny Suh’s outer orbit, what you had with them meant something to you. You didn’t want to lose it when he came back. From the press releases about his recent promotion, it would seem to be soon.
Waiting for that inevitability is like attending your own funeral before you’re dead, pallbearers for company.
"You're not a ghost," Jaehyun says. "And we won't abandon you, ever."
"You'll just keep me and this dynamic trapped in amber until Johnny changes his mind, then? It's been a year already. I don't want to lose any more of my youth to him, and I don't want to lose you when he comes back and you all act like he's done nothing wrong."
"That won't happen," Doyoung says, sighing.
"No, because I'll leave before then." You get out of the water, brushing your face free of the hot tears. "Wouldn't want to ruin your fun."
Jaehyun pulls you back, strong enough you lose your footing and sink into his submerged lap.
"You're not going anywhere," he says. There's no malice or anger in his tone, just quiet assurance. He cleans your face again, blue silk cuff coming away black with mascara.
"You asked what we are. Remember when you used to come sit next to me under that stupid ad?"
"Yeah?" you sniff. You'd spent hours with him sitting on a city bench as he stared up at a billboard for luxury clothing with her face on it. She’d been the dream he chased at your urging, the fantasy that had sadly broken with proximity.
"When I was in France, after things became clear, I would go and sit somewhere and pretend like you were there with me."
"I hope it was somewhere fun, like the Louvre," you joke.
"Too crowded." He shakes his head, smirking. "Would look weird talking to myself."
"Oh you talked to invisible me but you couldn't pick up the phone once?"
He shakes his head again, squeezing you.
"Anyway. The point is you're stuck with me. And them."
"And Johnny . . .?"
"Stop bringing up our ex," Doyoung says. Not your ex, our ex.
"It's a valid concern," you say, adjusting in Jaehyun's hold to rest your head against his damp shoulder. "I'm not going back to him. And I know you'll choose him over anyone else."
"No," Jaehyun says.
"You're the exception."
You lift your head to blink up at Doyoung.
"Didn't think you made those."
"Well you just haven't spent enough time with me, then."
"You planning on spending time with me?" You smile lazily, hand drifting to squeeze his leg. It's always fun to see his unflappable face twitch.
"He already blocked off half his itinerary for private tours. Jaehyun had to fight him to split it equally," Jungwoo says. Doyoung splashes water into his face with his foot.
"I wanted it to be a surprise," he says sourly.
"Like the massage tomorrow morning?"
This time Doyoung's kick makes waves wash over you and Jaehyun, leaving you spluttering.
Jungwoo takes it, smiling once his floppy brown hair is pushed back out of his eyes again. He grins at you from the water. "You'll take your dog for a walk when you remember I exist, right?"
"Why not just come with us?" You'd often wondered if there was an invisible tether for how often they appeared together.
Doyoung clears his throat, Jaehyun shifting uncomfortably under you.
"What am I missing?" You laugh awkwardly, looking between them.
"I forget the only man you've ever dated never dated anyone seriously, either." Doyoung looks somewhat pleased with himself. "Traditionally when you spend time with someone you're interested in you don't have company–"
Shock runs through you like ice dumped over your head. "You can't be serious."
Doyoung's face is incredibly serious, Jaehyun's proving only a little more relaxed about the disclosure. You turn around to Jungwoo, floating nearby with a humored expression.
"You're not part of this are you, 'Woo?"
"Of course I am. You deserve a break from stuffy museums and romantic dinners to have some real fun."
His eyebrows lower a bit in some sinister joke, and for the first time a little fear courses through you. It's been a long time since you saw their manipulative and controlling side, but bringing you to a foreign country to date you, their best friend’s ex, without telling you . . . That's a whole new level of it.
"This isn't a competition, is it?" You hide the tremor in your voice.
"Between us? Of course it is," Jungwoo says.
"And the terms?" You look at Jaehyun, who is unable to meet your gaze. "Let me guess, whoever fucks me first?"
His eyes widen in genuine dismay, panicking. "No, of course not–we just wanted to give you a chance to decide if . . ."
"If what?"
"If you liked one of us more than the others," Doyoung finishes for him.
You find yourself breathing heavily, face flushed.
"What if I can't choose?" You ask, gaze fixing on Jaehyun's mouth as he bites his lip, still looking guilty.
"If you decide you don't want to be with any of us, then things stay the same. Nothing changes. We'll still be friends." He says it all slowly, deliberately, almost as if it’s rehearsed.
"And if I choose one of you? Do I get to suffer the jealousy complex of another deeply insecure and emotionally unavailable man?"
That hits them where it counts. They'd all watched Johnny take out his fears on you, masked under bravado, posturing for an audience that more often than not was just you and his friends. His peers had rarely done the same, unless you counted Jungwoo following his enforcement orders like a loyal hound or Doyoung orchestrating clean-ups.
No, they'd skated clean through multiple horrorshows by simply being there to throw their weight. No one else had the notoriety and resources to cover up the trail of damage left in Suh's wake.
You stand up again, turning between them. "And none of you are worried about Johnny finding out?"
A lump forms in your throat, bitterness about even having to invoke your own personal demon. Yes he'd walked away, but you knew his sense of entitlement would never allow his interests to be compromised by another–especially his closest companions.
And here they are, looking between each other and discussing your fate with the deliberate calm of a business transaction.
Apparently the only consequences were for you.
"Or is that the real game you're playing here," you ask. "Degrade me so far in his eyes he'll want nothing to do with me while you write me off as disloyal trash."
Jaehyun sucks his breath in through his teeth, and you note how hurt he looks. Jungwoo seems even more upset, full bottom lip jutting out.
"I know what you've been through, and I know it will be a long time to forget," Doyoung says. "But we're not him."
You remember an old saying your father had taught you: when you're holding a hammer everything looks like a nail. Better applied to problem-solving perhaps, but you'd also been dealing with one, giant nail-shaped problem since he'd crashed into your life. It was stuck in your heart and time and healing hadn't removed it. Maybe it was permanent, but you still had to live with it.
"I just don't understand how you think you think this will work."
"You're awfully concerned about what he thinks," Jungwoo says, rising over you. "What about moving on?"
"I don't give a fuck what he thinks. I'm just looking out for you. You know he'll punch first and ask questions later. What if he does something reckless?"
Jungwoo is laughing at you through closed lips, eyes crescented in mirth. "We have you to protect us, right? Just roundhouse kick him in the face again."
“That was lucky,” you say. “He wasn’t trying to murder me, either. There’s probably an American hitman on his way right now to take us all out and make it look like an accident.”
“He would definitely hire locally,” Jungwoo corrects you.
“And here I thought you were braver than that,” Doyoung muses. “Do you think we need his permission? You certainly don't.”
That makes you pause. You look at Jaehyun. Of all the people in the world he was the closest to their former leader. They’d fought even more than he and you had, and Jaehyun had always conceded, taking it on the chin, letting Johnny drag him along in his wake. The one time he'd stood up to him had been for you and it had almost fractured everything irreparably.
His black eyes pierce into you when he looks up.
“I think y/n can make any decision she wants to,” he says dangerously. “None of us will stand in your way, whatever you choose.”
“You promise?” you ask, tilting your head to let your wet hair brush over your bare shoulder.
“Cross my heart and hope to die,” Jungwoo says.
You wait for the others to show visual signs of concession: Jaehyun nodding, Doyoung making the sign of the cross in what is an obvious misuse of the gesture.
“Good. Because if Johnny finds out what I’m doing on this trip, he’s not the only one who will kill you.”
"I think we should start enacting a punishment whenever she brings him up again," Doyoung says.
"Great idea," Jungwoo says, sweeping you into his wet hold from behind. The chill you'd been feeling exposed to the air dissipates a little, his warm chest against your bare shoulders. You shiver a little at the intimacy, feeling him laugh even if he doesn’t make a sound.
“What will it be?” Doyoung defers to Jaehyun.
He leans back . “She does something to distract herself.”
You purse your lips together, affecting an air of deep thought. "My choice?"
"Always," he says, not breaking eye contact.
"Rock, paper, scissors, then." You nod at him. He grins, Doyoung groans. Jungwoo's long arms wrap around your waist, hands already in position.
"Surely there's a better way we could eliminate your options," Doyoung says, almost missing the cue and throwing paper to the other two's scissors.
"Better luck next time," you tease.
"Kiss it for luck." The back of Jungwoo's hand presses to your mouth moments before Jaehyun initiates.
Jungwoo loses the second quick round after a draw, crushed by Jaehyun's rock.
"I should have known you were cursed." Jungwoo pouts, not letting you free until you've ducked back into the water to escape him. You give him a wink as you swim towards the stairs, emerging between Jaehyun's spread legs before he can close them.
"What are you doing?" he asks, warily, still leaned back against the last stair.
"What I want," you say, blinking drops from your lashes. You move weightlessly on to his thighs, grabbing his soft face in your hands. He's unable to process what's happening quickly enough to respond as you tilt his face up and press a gentle kiss to his parted mouth.
You ignore Jungwoo's wolf-whistle in the background, partially aware Doyoung has shifted nearby the moment you'd slid into your friend's lap. All that is noise as the gentle sound of the water feature drowns the startled sound you make when you're grabbed and pulled back to Jaehyun's mouth.
This time it's real: solid and delicious as he crushes against you, tongue sliding across the seam of your lips until you let go of your held breath to softly exhale into his. Small dips of his chin coax you into opening for him, your hands threading into his hair to anticipate his movements as he kisses you like it's the last time in his life he'll ever get the chance.
"That's enough," Doyoung says, Jungwoo booing him.
The other two may as well not exist, your thumbs circling Jaehyun's cheekbones as you retreat to inspect the damage. He's usually so composed it feels like peering into a different universe's version of him, rapture and satisfaction warring with concern in his expression.
"Thank you," you whisper. His eyes focus again, teeth exposed as he tongues them.
"Any time," he says. It's funny how instantly he regrets the word choice, the pink in his ears and cheeks deepening.
"Not thinking about you-know-who now, are you?" Jungwoo asks, right behind you.
"No," you say. "But I suspect you wish I'd say yes if only for the consequences."
"That was hot," he admits. "But I don't typically like my prospects thinking about other men."
"Can I tell you a secret?" You crook your finger, clutching on to Jungwoo's wet patterned shirt when he leans down far enough to be in range.
"I only made you play for it so we could find out who goes first." You say it in his ear, letting your mouth drag against the shell.
He pulls back, hesitant, nose brushing against your cheek.
"Really?"
"Kiss me and find out," you offer.
He doesn't wait, lashes against his cheeks as he meets you halfway, tilting your head to the side for full exploration of your lips. He's much gentler than you expected, shy almost, tender even when your tongue meets his and you can taste the hint of sticky mango rice you'd had for dessert earlier.
"Good boy," you say once you've broken free. He smiles in the way you're used to the most, right side of his face crooking with an edge of deviousness.
You turn to find Jaehyun watching, eyes starry with arousal but unreadable. Doyoung is on his feet as if he's preparing his exit, expression stony.
"Is something wrong?" you ask, meeting his calculating stare.
Doyoung opens and shuts his mouth, water pooling at his feet.
"Not enough punishment for you?" There's an edge to your voice that you recognize as the tone you'd used many times before, in your idiotic quest to tame one of his own.
The tension breaks when Doyoung laughs softly, crouching down and crooking his finger. You wade up the steps to meet him, hyper aware of the drag of eyes on you as you emerge from the water, dress clinging to your skin.
"I planned out such a nice trip for you, and this is what you really want?" Doyoung asks, eyes traveling down your body and back to your face in the kind of assessment that you'd seen other people wither under.
"Why do you think I agreed to come?"
“Noted.”
He nods, slightly, but makes no move to take what you'd already given the others. You don't let it dissuade you, fingers digging into the hard line of his shoulders to press your lips to his.
It's like kissing a statue. A challenge you're willing to meet as you delve further, rocking him back on his heels. You pry open his mouth with gentle bites and licks between each kiss, past his perfect teeth until you can explore his tongue with your own. You don't realize your hands are fisted in his wet hair until you're done, finding him collapsed on the wet cement, panting.
"Was that sufficient punishment?" you ask.
"For you? Absolutely not," Doyoung says, the rare full smile gracing his kiss-swollen mouth. "For them? Yes."
You glance back at your other two companions, clocking that they're both nearer than you remembered. Jaehyun's hand drifts over your hip, as if he's questioning letting you go in the first place.
"Should we set some rules? Or are you all going to take them as an excuse to break them?"
Jungwoo chuckles.
"No competition. Equal time, equal attention. And no possessiveness," you state. Doyoung looks up from under his brows with amusement, clearly enjoying your groundless attempt to set boundaries.
"I don't care what you throw at me as long as you don't walk back what you said about our friendship."
"I think we're something different now," Jaehyun says, voice cracking.
"I know," you say. You run a hand over his head, feeling his temple come to rest against your waist. "But you crossed that line first. I'm just saving you the trouble of playing some silly game to come on to me. I'm not a prize to win. I'm a person who knows you all better than you think."
You turn to Doyoung again, holding your ground. "You said you'd give me the true F4 experience."
"Within reason," he demures.
"Then lose your hangups and let me have a taste of what it's like to be just one of those girls you have no problem with having fun with. No special treatment, no regrets."
The stunned silence has you feeling a twinge of embarrassment at pushing your agenda this far.
"Impossible," Jungwoo answers.
"Why not?"
He pulls the hair away from your neck to kiss beneath your ear. Gooseflesh appears on your arms even in the warm air, anticipating his answer, but he's too occupied with trailing his mouth down, sucking lightly over your pulse. You feel dizzy, hand reaching back to hold his head to you.
Once he's had enough of watching you unravel Doyoung jerks you forward, grip tight around your wrist.
It's a familiar gesture, a reminder you are at their mercy. He cuffs his hand around your neck like he's going in for another kiss, stopping at a few inches.
"You don't get to set all the rules. This one especially. You are not just some girl with whom we engage in forgettable, inconsequential relations."
He pauses, eyes darting to your mouth before meeting yours again. "If we go down this path you're getting the real thing. All of it."
"We know you have experience." Jungwoo adds.
Oh you knew. They fucked around but they were careful about it, always gentlemen, always above board. NDAs in some cases, mostly for Doyoung. You didn’t know all of their specific proclivities outside of Jungwoo exclusively chasing women a generation older but you suspected whatever they enjoyed was much less wholesome.
Like Johnny's needs once he'd finally had you. He'd bent that way and much, much more. The difference was he'd never been as precious with you as they were with their little conquests.
If they didn't want the safety of a legal cushion it didn't mean they didn't need it–they just didn't think it would be a problem.
"I'm sure you've heard a lot of things about me," you say. A whisper of rage underlies the words, colored by so many rumors foisted on you well before you'd ever accepted their company–even more when they had.
Whore. Cockslut. Used goods.
Johnny had always been a contradiction–surprisingly prudish about sex but quick to use the grossest allusions to it when pressed for details by his friends, liberal in his name calling. They'd known him since childhood–they didn't believe him, even if everyone else had taken his words as gospel. You'd had your revenge by proving just how true those words could be in private.
"We don't know anything you don't," Jaehyun says, quickly.
"Still, I don't think you know what you're signing up for," you say. "If anyone is using anyone in this arrangement, it's going to be me. Or I'm out."
"You worried we can't show you a good time?" Jungwoo asks. It's a funny question with him pressed into your back like he'll push your head down into the water if you answer incorrectly.
"I'm worried you'll chicken out," you say, grabbing Doyoung's wrist to keep his fingers on you, covering them with yours to increase the tension. You'd always been strong.
Doyoung's expression is matched by his lingering hold on your throat, squeezing a little and making your eyes drift shut in pleasure.
"You always did seem to enjoy the humiliation a little more than our other targets. Can't say it wasn't an encouraging factor. You like it, don't you?"
He lets you go with a slight push, registering the way your eyes haze over with reflected lust.
"Yeah. Blame a few formative years of getting my signals crossed. Just part of the damage." There's no shame in your voice, another casualty of their efforts.
"You're not damaged," Jaehyun remarks.
"Not beyond repair," you agree, gaze burning into Doyoung's. His regard is a thousand times more revealing than a kiss, most especially the tic in his cheek every time Jungwoo decides to leave a mark with his tongue and teeth on your throat and you reward him with a moan.
"Should be fun seeing which one of us can push past your comfort zone, then," Jungwoo says, breath cooling the last bruise he's left on the back of your neck. "Find out if you have one."
"You're not dropping the competition?"
Nervous anticipation gives you butterflies, different than the ones springing up being teased by the three of them. Not one of them accepted being outclassed.
"No." Jaehyun says it well before the others. His hands drop to your legs to hold you steady as Jungwoo continues his assault on your neck. "But equal opportunity. I think we can all agree on that."
"Don't worry, we'll play fair," Jungwoo says, biting your shoulder. You jerk in his grasp, vaguely aware of fingers at your hem. Doyoung continues to watch, tongue darting over his lips.
"I hope not," you say. "I won't."
It's all the permission your captors need.
Your breath stutters as Jaehyun's hand slides up your inner thigh, circling the wet skin absent-mindedly. You whine a little, teased by the first intimate touch you've had in months.
"You better stay quiet. We do have neighbors," Doyoung says, voice pitched low.
"Think you can shut me up?"
He takes the hint, sliding his legs back over the ledge, letting you finish unbuttoning his shirt to expose his creamy skin. You spread your fingers over his firm abdomen, flicking aside the sheer fabric. He's intoxicatingly sensitive, muscles tensing as you follow the path of water down his long waist.
"You sure you want to play this game?" Doyoung asks, hand resting on your shaking fingers as you struggle to unbutton his damp jeans.
You look down at Jaehyun, smiling at him when you find he's still enraptured by your upper thighs. You wait until he looks back up, head cocked for permission.
"You alright with sharing me, tonight?"
Miles are crossed, bridges are burned as he contemplates the ask, returning to his shy efforts at warming your naked skin, lifting your hem to dangerous territory.
"Wouldn't dare stand in your way."
Jaehyun's approval is the best thing you've seen in a long time, even more so when he adjusts to be eye level with your now exposed underwear, back pressed to Doyoung's leg.
Jungwoo tugs at the strap of your dress playfully.
"Can puppy wait his turn?" you ask, looking up at your other torturer.
Jungwoo kisses you over your shoulder, messily, before casually breaking one of the thin straps of your dress where it's attached to the delicate gold cherub adornment. The night air pebbles your skin, exposed nipple hardening more as he trails a fingertip lazily around it.
"As long as you need."
He angles you down a bit towards the other man, just as Jaehyun's mouth finds you through the thin fabric of your lingerie–hot and perfect. Your knees are already weak and you have to catch yourself on Doyoung's thighs as you're touched and kissed and licked, still partially submerged and torn between warm and warmer.
There's a bit of menace in Doyoung's face, watching you unzip and find his length. He adjusts a little when you tug down the elastic waistband of his underwear, his cock already mostly erect despite the water. He's not as big as Johnny but perfectly sized, long and veined as he hardens in your hand.
You experiment with laves of your tongue against his flushed head, watching him for a reaction through your lashes.
"Sucking me off before I can even take you on a proper date." He tsks, the sound changing when you lower your head, tongue folding around his tip to devour him whole.
"You look so good with my cock in your mouth," he says. "Wish I could take a picture–"
You cut him short by taking him deeper, feeling him press at the back of your mouth. It's been awhile since you tested your gag reflex.
Thankfully Jaehyun has compromised on watching you while pushing your underwear into your sticky folds, Jungwoo playing with your breasts in the most maddening way possible with soft flicks and tugs.
Both of them are sending you skyrocketing to a level of joy yet unexperienced this lifetime, much less this year. You have to concentrate on Doyoung to keep from falling apart too quickly.
Jungwoo's long fingers help clear your hair from your face so you can breathe, giving them all a better view as you choke, letting drool slip from your mouth as you take it deep and hard.
The noises coming from your throat are nowhere near as obscene as the sounds Doyoung makes, angled back and thrusting weakly with each moan. You always thought his voice was beautiful, scratchy and breathy, but hearing him say your name in between gasps has your entire body enflamed.
"Fuck, you're good," Doyoung says quietly, angled back on his elbows.
Jungwoo holds your damp hair back, wrapping it in his fist to help guide you more gently. You relax your throat and take it, tears leaking from your eyes. If touch had you vibrating before, the sensation of being debased in this way has you dripping, your arousal exposed by Jaehyun's fingers slipping your panties down to the water.
"She's soaked," he says, running a single finger through your folds. You answer with a groan, other hand in his hair to hold him back before he can dip in again.
Jungwoo tests you, too, giving you a few swipes to collect your slick. He brings his fingertips to your mouth when you finally take a breath, letting you clean them.
It's delightful how Doyoung is unraveling already, arched back, eyes glassy. He drinks in the sight of you sucking two of Jungwoo's fingers until your cheeks hollow.
"You think you can finish what you started?" you ask.
"I don't think I'll ever want it to end," he admits.
"How about coming on my tongue?" You ask, pumping him slowly. You chase the taste of yourself with kitten licks of the beads of white on his head, going lower to trace his veins.
"Only if you want to swallow everyone tonight," Doyoung says. The offer is tempting. You hesitate long enough that he reads you like an open book, adding an edge of threat. "Or do you want to be stuffed like the little whore you are?"
The affectation has you seizing up in long-withheld gratification. Jungwoo grinds against your ass as Jaehyun ignores your hold to finally lick long paths up your inner thighs, chasing trails of slippery arousal and water to dive in, fingers spreading your legs wide.
It's impossible to find a retort, sinking back into Jungwoo's embrace as you're attacked from below.
"I think you should only fuck me if you can make me come," you counter. "And it's still Jaehyun's turn–"
Your words are punctuated by a cry, Jungwoo's hand clapped over your mouth as Jaehyun pumps into you with two fingers, hooking into your g-spot.
"Ooh," Jungwoo says over your head. "Guess you'll have to wait."
Doyoung sighs, taking over with his hand when you're bodily dragged back, Jungwoo lifting your dress to take it off.
"Leave it on," Doyoung says. "The ravaged look suits her."
You shoot him a look, unable to maintain your expression when Jaehyun's mouth works likes he's devouring you in turn, teeth scraping as he explores every inch of you, teasing your clit with darts of his tongue. Jungwoo frees your mouth to let you breathe, babbled words of praise spilling from you in between small cries.
"So good, so right, god, fuck–fuck." You're inarticulate as Jaehyun pumps his fingers slowly, spreading you and pressing right below his languid tongueing. Jungwoo's attention returns to your sensitive breasts, gently twisting each bud between his fingertips.
"Keep it down," Doyoung warns, but it's impossible.
Electric tingles spread down to your toes, tipped against the smooth pool floor. You let yourself relax in Jungwoo's hold, curling over your lover's head. Jaehyun is incredibly careful with you even as you're brought deeper, water lapping at his collarbones as he holds you spread and licks you in broad swaths.
"Need a hand?" Jungwoo asks, somehow catching Jaehyun's nod mid-effort. You're unmoored by the hand that slips in from behind, fingers curling into you shallowly, water lapping your immersed buttocks. Jaehyun gives up control but he's still also buried in you, drawing wetness out of you with each stroke of his fingers.
Jungwoo matches his speed, knuckle to knuckle, as Jaehyun moves up to apply pressure to your clit again.
"You two can get her ready. I want her after she's been used," Jungwoo says.
"Of course you do," Doyoung says, dropping back in the water, demanding your attention. You indulge him with your hand, pumping him loosely beneath the surface. It's hard to coordinate as Jungwoo's hand fucks you into the pressure of Jaehyun's grip tight on your upper thighs, each circle of his tongue on your clit making your vision shimmer.
"She's so close. Bet we can make her squirt."
"No," you say, automatically self-conscious.
"Did you hear that? She thinks she has a choice." The heel of Jungwoo's palm smacks wetly against your ass as he finger-fucks you, already too much before Jaehyun seems to pull you towards him, pressing hard into your walls. It's unlike anything you've ever felt, completely at their mercy as Jaehyun applies suction to your clit to bring you to the brink.
"Come for us," Doyoung says. He's pressed to your side, rutting against your waist while taking your mouth to keep the shriek building inside your throat muffled.
There's no controlling the powerful waves tearing through your core, your legs shaking and buckling as the orgasm begins and doesn't seem to end, torn from you between all three of them. A hot gush of liquid coats your thighs as you throb around their fingers, pleasure morphing into pain until you're begging for them to stop.
Jaehyun is the first to let you go, rising to share your release with a crushing kiss that takes your breath away, Jungwoo's fingers still reaching deep inside you.
"Good girl," Jungwoo says. "Was that your first time?"
You nod, cheeks hot, forehead pressed to Jaehyun's. You cling to him, still not quite down to earth from your climax.
"Thank you," Jaehyun says, laughing slightly. "Was that too intense?"
"No," you shake your head. "Just hold me, please."
"Forever," he says, lifting you to straddle his hips. He manages the stairs to collapse on the deck, wrapping you tight in his arms as you kiss him deeply, cleaning his face of your release with gentle swipes of your fingers.
"You sure you don't want to go inside?" he asks, when you begin to unwrap him from his shirt.
"I need you so much," you say. "I can't wait another moment."
He grins, shyly, kissing you as you help him out of his undershirt to reveal his swimmer's frame, triangular torso buckling into visible abdominal muscles. He's breath-taking, even more beautiful when you help him out of his pants and underwear to find his thighs flexed beneath his hard cock, shorter but thicker and so perfectly full and ready for you to sink down on.
He doesn't question taking you raw–brow furrowing in concentration as you adjust to his girth slowly.
"We'll do this without an audience soon," you whisper, hoping he can still hear you as he bottoms out in your heat and his eyes flutter shut.
"Yeah," he says, breathily. He's not moving, soaking in the sensation of having you completely wrapped around him. "I couldn't wait, either. You feel just as perfect as I imagined."
"So good," you assure him, moving for him. The lingering effects of coming harder than you think you ever have in your life aren't stopping you from bearing down on him, taking him harder and deeper with his wide shoulders for leverage.
"Fuck, baby," Jaehyun growls. "I'm not gonna last like this."
He takes control with a firm grasp on your waist, pumping up into you. Soon he's bouncing you mercilessly into his hips, laid back on his wet clothes.
You haven't forgotten about the other two men, not when Doyoung's kneeled behind you, straddling Jaehyun's legs to stroke himself against the swell of your ass.
Jungwoo grabs your hand to wrap around his own exposed cock, letting you feel him before you can even take in the sight of him bobbing over your head. Your finger and thumb can barely connect around his shaft, length too much to fit half of it in your mouth before you know it will be in your throat. Now you understand why the screams you'd heard from his room always sounded on the borderline of pain.
"Too much for you?" He asks, angling the velvety soft head to catch on your open lips. Jaehyun slows down his thrusts to let you ease into taking the other man, pumping Jungwoo's base as best as you can as you sloppily accept the suffocation.
"Must have had a lot of practice getting your throat fucked to take me so well," he says, angling your head to move past the back of your tongue. You can't answer so you squeeze his balls instead, applying just enough pressure with your nails to have him groaning in appreciation.
You lose your rhythm when you feel spit drip down your back, Doyoung collecting your earlier release from your thighs and mixing it with his saliva to rub his fingers against your puckered hole.
"Are you gonna be a good girl for all of us?" he asks, pressing a digit into the ring of muscle, causing you to choke on the heavy weight in your mouth.
Jungwoo pulls out, saliva trailing from your lips as he gives you a break to adjust. You press your forehead to the sheer tank separating you from his flat belly as you look over your shoulder.
"I can take it," you say, trying to relax. Doyoung inserts another slender finger, making you clench around him and Jaehyun until the other man is panting.
"I didn't ask if you could take it. I asked if you were going to be good."
"Fuck me and find out," you taunt. He's not like the others–he denies you anything but the wedge of his fingers into your ass, adding a third to stretch you when you're not loose enough.
Jaehyun fucks against the intrusion, holding out until you're closer as he twines his fingers with yours and watches you work Jungwoo's oversized cock in your mouth and hand.
"Knew you were a little slut who wanted to have all her holes stuffed. One of us wasn't enough for you, you had to make us share. I'm the only one who gets to fuck this tight little ass, though."
Doyoung drops another gob of spit on the dimple at the base of your spine, letting it slide over the gape left when he slides out his fingers. You cry out at the first intrusion of his cock into your barely-lubed hole, fighting to stay on top of Jaehyun as he works in with shallow thrusts, inch by agonizing inch.
"Keep forcing me out," Doyoung says. "I'll just fuck you harder."
As if to prove his point he grabs on to your ruined dress at the back, arching your spine for you and making you take him deeper. The burning pain blurs into delicious aching pleasure–you needed this more than you could have even imagined. Jaehyun grunts inarticulately, palming your breasts and squeezing them in time to the ecstatic shudders rolling through your body as you're filled.
"Open up for me," Jungwoo says, cock back in your gaping mouth. You let him hold you by the hair to fuck into your mouth, spit and tears mixing to splash on your breasts.
When they resume their individual efforts you feel yourself being pulled apart by sensation, only able to manage sharp breaths through your nose to keep from drowning as tears leak from your eyes and sobs rip from your throat.
"No cumming until she creams herself on Jaehyun," Doyoung says, reaching around to press hard into your clit. It's a hard ask with how overstimulated you already are but you can feel your muscles tightening against your will. Doyoung and Jaehyun's uhhs and mms mix in your ears, Jungwoo softly praising you when your jaw relaxes to swallow him despite the rock of your body against the other two.
"Fuck she's so tight," Jaehyun says. "I don't know if I can wait."
"Wait." Doyoung orders, picking up his pace. "She's close. Make sure she remembers to breathe."
Jungwoo groans, pulling out with a last slap of his head on your tongue, letting you lap at the precum leaking from him. "You two are useless."
He kneels down beside you, wresting Doyoung's hand away from your sore folds and rubbing soft, tight circles around your nub. It's not the stimulation as much as his mouth on yours, kissing with as much care and intimacy as you'd felt before, that carries you to a peak again.
"Oh fuck," Jaehyun says, lifting you with a last upwards jerk of his hips and spilling inside you. The rush of warm heat is so good you chase it, overworked muscles unable to hold against the sensation and twitching powerfully around both of their cocks buried deep inside you.
Just as quickly your knees give out, collapsing half on Jaehyun and Jungwoo. Doyoung's shallow movements turn violent as he no longer bothers to keep you locked on Jaehyun, thrusting a few more times into your throbbing heat before emptying himself and pulling out to rub the last few spurts onto your skin.
"Shh," Jungwoo says when you continue to whimper, sniffling from the tears sliding down your cheeks. "You're almost done."
You shake your head half-heartedly, clinging to his shirt. You're dizzy, adrenaline fading and leaving you boneless and blotted out.
"Please. Maybe just a breather?" you beg. "My legs . . ."
Jaehyun lifts you, and you hiss at the raw pain of your abused knees, grit brushed away by someone else's hands.
"Poor baby." Doyoung says. "Should have done this in bed but you just couldn't wait."
"'S fine," you mumble, swimming in the glow of your last orgasm. "Bed sounds nice."
"Get a towel," Jungwoo says, and Jaehyun rushes to grab one for you. Instead of cleaning or drying you off Jungwoo carries you to the edge of the pool, slipping in and cramming the soft fabric under you as he lets your legs dangle over the edge and into the water.
"What are you doing, puppy?" You manage to ask, holding on to his neck.
"Don't worry. I'll be careful," he says, palming himself between your legs. "Someone want to keep her head up? I need her to watch."
Jaehyun adjusts to embrace you from behind, spreading your limp legs so they can all see the steady leak of cum from your gaping holes. You hear the telltale click of a picture being taken, distantly aware Doyoung's phone is still–obviously–working.
"What . . . ?" You ask drowsily, acquiescencing to the pull of your dress over your head and off of you. You shiver deeply, warmed by the body heat of the man behind you as the other strips in front of you.
"You're going to come for us one more time," Jungwoo says, rising out of the water to pump himself at your leaking core. "I'm not letting you go until I can wring every last drop out of you."
"Fuck," you protest, writhing as he pulls you almost off the hard deck and onto his ready length. Jaehyun holds you tight, arm under your breasts as Jungwoo slides into the mess of cum and slick between your thighs.
"That's right, take it," Jungwoo says, pinning you against Jaehyun. "Breathe, baby."
"Too much," you sob, finding he's not even fully sheathed when the familiar ache in your belly of being hit too deep whites out your brain.
"You don't want your puppy?" Jungwoo can barely speak, ramming in deeper with each rock of his hips. "Don't want to be a good mommy and take all of me?"
Jaehyun is already semi-hard against your back, and you catch Doyoung's approval before he replaces it with a feigned look of disgust, slipping into the water to watch you both. You can see his arm flex, jerking himself underwater, the other holding his phone up.
"If we'd known you were such a whore we would have fucked you sooner. It looks like you'll need some more breaking in."
You cry out, stretched tight around the thicker root of Jungwoo's cock, letting him wrap your legs over his shoulders for maximum depth. Whatever pain you feel is so merged with the fullness and perfect hit of him against your walls that you don't mind it, you can't help but slip into a dreamy state of bliss.
"You're doing so well," Jaehyun says into the hair at your temple. "Can't wait to treat you right. Make you come on my tongue again as many times as I can before the sun rises."
"No, no, no," you moan.
Jaehyun pinches your nipple to wake you up, Jungwoo gasping when you manage to clench around him.
"You both got her pussy first. You should let me take her tonight. Keep her awake by fucking her as soon as she falls asleep." Doyoung threatens, pulling your leg aside to get the best angle of you being impaled and stretched fuller than you'd ever thought you could be.
"No one's getting her if she doesn't come again," Jungwoo says. He meets your tear-filled gaze, eyes half-lidded. "Is that what you want? To fall asleep on my cock and let me warm you all night until you're ready to fuck me?"
"Please, come for me, puppy," you manage to bite out, touching yourself in earnest to try and fight back. "So big for me, fill me up."
He takes the bait–you're folded in half, legs bent to your chest as he drives in, balls slapping wetly against you. When you're pliant again he readjusts his strokes to press into your upper walls with each rotation of his hips, and for the first time in a long time you realize you're getting close on cock alone.
Jaehyun seems to feel the change in you, grinding against your back as his hand holds your throat so you can't turn away. The pressure makes you practically feral, crying out for more.
"Just like that, like that, please please please," you moan over the lap of the water.
"Feel you sucking me in," Jungwoo says, face flushed and sweaty over you, hair dripping water onto your curled belly. "Let go for me so I can come in you so deep you can taste it."
"Yes, yes, please." You buck with the sudden electric tingle of another climax, steady tempo leading you to softer spasms than before. It's fine if you can't tell where you're at or what you're feeling because Jungwoo can, one final snap of his hips dropping you into fucked out darkness.
When you come to again you're wrapped around him in the pool, gasping at the sensation of his cock still slowly pumping the last of his release into you.
"Trust me," he says, hands under your backside, lowering you into water suspended between the night and the warmth below.
Doyoung spreads a hand over your breasts, Jaehyun beside him to hold your neck like he's teaching you to float. You let your mouth fall open and your eyes clench shut, tasting pool water before one of them–Doyoung probably, by the sounds--releases thick, white stripes across your tongue. Jaehyun follows suit, cockhead nudging against the underside of your breast as he paints your torso with molten heat.
"Fuck that was incredible," Jungwoo says, slipping out of you finally so you can sink into the water. You submerge as much as you can to lose the coat of stickiness, until Doyoung decides you're done, pulling you out and against his chest.
"That was . . . a lot," you admit, shaking against him.
"You did so well." He soothes you with a hand on your head, clearing your hair from your face delicately to press a kiss to your forehead. The gesture is so at odds with his recent persona that you can't resist burrowing into it, relaxing fully against his naked chest. "Not bad for an initiation."
"I'm one of you, now?" you murmur.
"Always were," Jaehyun says. He doesn't dare take you from Doyoung but he does lean down to kiss you deeply, hand running broad circles over your spine.
"Just think of all those red cards as an invitation." Jungwoo jokes, sinking down to eye level to caress your cheek.
You remember scraped knees and busted lips, cafeteria trays dumped on you by entire tables of jealous girls and sycophantic boys. Johnny humiliating you, ordering you to clean his shoe with his tongue when you'd taken the place of your weaker friend who'd spilled on it.
But you also remember the small moments of acknowledgement–the way Jungwoo had lingered outside your work waiting to get off when you closed to walk you home at night, or how Doyoung had bought out the entire store when you'd used the shitty part-time job as an excuse to duck out of being his date to a formal dinner you had no business being at.
And most of all, all those hours spent sitting beside Jaehyun in your rooftop retreat, silently appreciating the late afternoon sun turning the city brilliant as you shared one half of a wired headphone.
Maybe having your heart ripped out was worth it, if it meant having this.
"Which one of us do you want to take care of you tonight?" Doyoung asks.
You smile into his cool skin, melting into the knowledge that you've earned a place very few had shared. You'll enjoy it as long as it can last.
"Play for it."
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you were a good person once. i looked up to you.
for Kenny/Hangman
We made our peace with weariness and let it be.
Word count: 2267 words
Ship: "Hangman" Adam Page/Kenny Omega
Characters: Kenny Omega, "Hangman" Adam Page, Mentioned BCC, Mentioned Young Bucks and Brandon Cutler
Triggers: Crying, Brief panic attack, Kenny is very self-guilty, men fighting, The ghost of Don Callis, The ghost of Kota Ibushi
Authors note: So I am still thinking about the dynimite where Hangman stole an ambulance to save Kenny so like...Yes I am ignoring the BTE right afterwards so shhh.
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Wood cracks against the floor, sending blue slivers scattering across the polished linoleum backstage. Adam paces across the wooden chips, barely listening to the crackling under his feet. Fury licks at his temples, making his head ache. He wants a rink and some pain meds. He wants to sleep until Don Callis is nothing more than a few rotting bones buried in a rotten casket. It’s an evil thought, one that Adam almost hears whispered in Kenny’s voice, like it's a line from an misdirected promo that Adam wasn’t truly meant to hear.
He turns on the balls of his feet, fury making his legs tremble and his hands clenched into angry fists at his sides, he smacks his shoulder against the wall and that's when Adam chooses to give up. His chest is fluttering with every heavy breath and as he slides his back down the chipped brickwood, he smacks the back of his head against the wall. With his eyes closed Adam knows he’s a prime target for the Blackpool Combat Club but Mox and his gang of wannabe miscreants are the least of Adam’s worries right now. He doesn’t care if he’s the mouse in the trap or the cheese in the cage, he’s tired and he has to remind himself to breathe.
Breathe; nice and slow, in and out, a constant slow stream. In, hold, out. Just like his therapist had told him. In his mind he pictures waves washing up on a cloudy shoreline and he pictures the seafoam, bubbling around his ankles like Possidens kisses.
There's a distant echoing of footsteps that bounce around his brain and Adam’s eyebrows crease in annoyance. He wants a moment's peace and if he’s going to get jumped by the BCC, Regal must have never taught them the element of surprise.He presses his teeth together, pressing his jaws together so hard that his teeth feel like they're cracking under the pressure. He breathes through the pain, letting the pressure drop as the footsteps stop. He feels like he’s being watched, someone staring down at the crown of his head. Adam shifts and someone's hand falls onto his shoulder. Heavy and familiar and it burns. It burns like ashes from a fireplace or cigarette smoke first thing in the morning.
Breathe. He tells himself. Breathe through the pain. Breathe until the devilish puppet on his shoulder disappears back to its puppeteer strings.
In.
“Hangman?”
Hold.
“Hanger.”
Out.
“Adam.” His name comes out with a sigh and it hits his ears like chilly winter air. His eyes snap open and for a few moments, Adam’s eyelashes flutter in the darkness. Bile washes up his throat, coating his teeth with anger as he forces green eyes to stare dead ahead. He purposely doesn’t look at Kenny, not even from the corner of his eyes. He treats Kenny like a hallucination instead of something real; something that will disappear if Adam doesn’t pay attention to it anymore. He silently wills Kenny to get the message and leave Adam alone, surrounded by broken bits of wood and rusted nails and anger.
The hand on his shoulder drops and a breath that Adam didn’t know he was holding explodes past his lips in a sigh.
“Look at me.” Kenny’s voice borders on angry and the tone sparks at the fury that's half-settled at the bottom of Adam’s stomach. He loosens his grip on his jeans, pulling his knees slowly up to his chest. Adam blinks at the wall in front of him, stares at the nail embedded in the wall before letting his eyes close. Maybe he’s being stupid and childish and petty, doing the opposite of what Kenny’s telling him to do. But he doesn’t belong to Kenny anymore. Maybe he never did. Maybe the Kenny who cradled his face and pressed kisses to the inside side of his thighs was the same Kenny who signed the contract in blood and pushed Adam’s face into spilt liquor so hard that Adam could only find himself in the amber liquid.
Maybe the Kenny that had any chance of loving him was still in DDT pro-wrestling; all bright eyes and soft blond curls. Maybe the only Kenny capable of love is the one that’s held in Kota Ibushi’s soul.
“Adam.”
“Leave me alone.” His own voice feels rough; hissed between gritting teeth and he barely stomachs a glance at Kenny. He’s still dressed in his ring gear, a band aid across his forehead and ring tape trailing down the curve of his neck, down his shoulder. Kenny is hurt and Adam thinks that’s a good thing. Kenny is hurt and Adam feels guilty for being guiltless.
Kenny’s knees crack as he sits down besides Adam and that makes Adam feel a little bit more like a caged animal because Kenny is staring at him with the same gloriously blue eyes he stared at him with before. The soft, almost doe-like expression when he wants Adam to do something. When he needs Adam to do something. “Adam..?”
“Stop calling me that.” Adam whips his head around, fast enough that it makes his brain feel a little oxygen deprived. His shoulder bumps against Kenny’s and it’s only then does Adam’s brain really register how close the older man is to him. Their noses could press together if Adam angled his chin downwards, just a little.
Kenny raises an eyebrow almost like he’s urging Adam on; poking at the fire he sees twirling around Adam’s pin-point pupils. “Why?” Kenny asks and Adam feels like they’ve stopped talking about his name. “Why did you hurt Don?” For a few moments, Adam blinks at his reflection in Kenny’s eyes, watching his eyes flicker like he’s searching for the answer. Kenny sounds sad. Like Callis isn’t the one that paid off the BCC to hurt the Bucks. Like he isn’t the reason why Matt and Nick are currently curled up in separate hospital rooms, staring at empty walls.
Adam drops his stare first, turning to look back at the floor. He picks at invisible splotches on his jeans. “Why can’t you see what he’s doing to you?” His palms smooth over his thighs and Kenny pulls back, blinking heavily like Adam’s just slapped him. Adam’s hands itch with the want to hit him.
“What?” Kenny answers with an intake of breath, running his hand across the nape of his neck. “Don is family… he-”
“WE are family!” Adam snaps, roaring up onto his knees. His voice is louder than what he expected it to be. But Kenny is so deep into the spider's web, Adam can almost see the silky,white lines of control wrapping around Kenny’s throat like a noose. “Matt is your family. Nick is your family! Fuck Brandon and Nak and..And I’m your family!” His anger makes him stand, towering over Kenny like a wild animal over wounded prey. “Why cant ya fucking see that?!”
Adam shovers Kenny’s bad shoulder into the wall, sending his head careening into the chipped paintwork. For a few seconds, Kenny just blinks cluelessly before he shoves himself forward, Adam can taste the mint chewing gum on Kenny’s breath as he growls into the small amount of space between the two of them. Kenny’s hands are wrapped around the lapels of Adam’s leather jacket; his eyes are a furious blue and he’s heaving in heavy, furious breaths.
“What are you gonna do huh Kenny? Hit me? Is that what Don’s told you to do huh? To come find me and fight for his honor because he’s too fucked up to-”
Kenny’s lips are warm against Adam’s; warm and furious and Adam feels his brain short circuits. His eyes flick around the darkened corridor before falling on Kenny’s face; eyes all screwed up closed and his hands white-knuckled against his jacket. “Kiss me asshole.” Kenny mumbles against Adam’s still lips, voice so quiet that it sounds like hes begging.
Adam thrashes his head once he registers what happens, hard enough to smack his forehead against Kenny’s. “I-what-I no!” He takes a step back, feels splinters pierce through the heels of his boots. “No..Kenny I..I can’t.” He rubs his hands down the front of his jacket, using his wrists to knock Kenny’s hands away. “I’m not going to kiss you.”
Kenny looks hurt. He has the audacity to look hurt. His hands hover like he’s going to try to grab at Adam again before they drop, swinging at his sides. “He’s family Adam…He’s the only family I have..” Kenny coughs slightly, lets his eyes float to stare at the floor and Adam scrubs a hand over his face.
He still smells like hospital-grade hand sanitizer. “What about Matt? And Nick? They’re your family Kenny..They-.. They love you.”
“Do they?” The question takes Adam by surprise. He blinks at Kenny, tries to read his distant expression. It’s a fact that everyone knows whenever they look at the Elite; the group is one where love runs deepest. Saying that Matt and Nick don’t love Kenny is like saying the clouds don’t produce rain; stupid and easily refutable. It’s a fact engranded in wrestling, in existence, in the very foundations of life. “Does anyone love me?”
Adam paused. The question knocks all semblance of anger out of his body; his shoulders sag and he carefully blinks at Kenny, watching his eyebrows flit between creased and smoothed out as he blinks, quicker and quicker. Tears well in the corner of Kenny’s eyes and Adam finally taps into the corner of his heart that he’s kept locked away for over two years. He wraps his arms slowly around Kenny’s middle and sighs when his head tucks snugly under his chin.
It's almost like they match; two chipped puzzle pieces made to fit together through hurt and damage. Adam lets Kenny hide his face in his shoulder, rubbing his back as he feels the smaller man tremble against his chest. He hates seeing anyone cry but it’s always been different with Kenny; his tears feel like rusted swords digging into Adam’s skin. “Hey, shhh. So many people love ya Kenny.” He whispers into Kenny's curls, using his fingers to separate the two different tones. Kenny’s ring-worn nails drag softly across his scalp and Kenny makes a soft sound, almost like a thank you . Adam keeps talking, words dripping like a broken faucet into Kenny’s soft curls.
“You’re so funny and kind and soft with animals. What ain’t there to love huh?”
The question is rhetorical, carrying a deeper meaning than what Adam means, but Kenny raises watery eyes from his shoulder and sniffles. “I’m not a good person..I hurt people.”
“You don’t…something in you does..something that you can’t control. Ya can’t he-”
“But I can fix it.” Kenny sounds so determined. So stubborn that Adam nearly pays attention to the pressure growing just behind his eyes. “Right? And then I can be a good person again…and…”
“Kenneth.” Adam cradles his face in his hands, using his ring-scuffed nails to push the tears off Kenny’s reddened cheeks. “You don't need to fix anythin’ about you. I know that…you know that.”
“But…”
“Yeah you were a good person. Once. I usedta be a good person too..people change an’ you can't fix that. You can’t stop people changing and sometimes you never get that person y’looking for back and it hurts and it sucks to all hell. But people will always love every version of you. Of me.. Of everyone.”
Kenny blinks for a few moments before he slowly tilts his head, leaning his cheek against Adam's palm; his skin is tacky and warm and Adam can barely hold back anymore. His lips graze against the band aid across Kenny’s forehead, nose pressing into a scar on his hairline and he doesn’t expect Kenny to stay. But he does. Kenny leans deeper into Adam's twitching fingers and lets his eyes settle closed.
“I looked up to you. Know that?” Kenny whispers a little while later. He’s got his head leaded against Adam’s shoulder, picking splinters out of the leather of Adam’s cowboy boots, rubbing at his thighs, laying across his lap. Adam looks up from his phone, raises his eyebrows in slight surprise. “Yeah.”
“Why?” Adam doesn’t mean to prompt more conversation, but the small smile that grace Kenny’s is enough to make him sit up and pull Kenny to sit in his lap, letting him fall into his shoulder blade. He’s always known Kenny gets clingy after an explosion of emotions and for a few moments, he lets himself become soft again towards him.
They always used to be so soft to one another. Maybe they could be again…eventually.
“You’re so full of love. For everything..” Kenny whispers, fingers tapping an incomprehensible rhythm out on the back of Adam’s jacket. “You love with everything you have..doesn’t it scare you?”
Adam presses a kiss to his temple, stroking his hand down the dip of Kenny’s spine. “Sometimes. Fear never stopped us before.”
“You’re right.”
Kenny looks like he’s going to say something else, his lips part slightly but Adam’s phone starts vibrating against the floor, country music blaring out the speaker and Kenny can’t help the small squeaking laugh that explodes past his lips.
“It's a good song!” Adam mumbles, bottom lip jutting out slightly as he scans through the text messages from Brandon. “You wanna come with me to pick up the Bucks from the hospital? Brandon says they’re high as kites.”
“Yeah. You should also return the ambulance..”
“Yeah..”
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PART TWO OF THE THOUGHTS I HAD WHILE WATCHING MSP OS2 EPISODE 2 COS I KEEP RUNNING OUT OF IMAGES COS I HAVE TOO MUCH TO SAY (wooo look at that there's a link here to the previous part, haha self promo) (there will almost certainly be at least two more after this one, if not three or four more. i think too much.)
OMG THIS SCENE
I LOVE THEM
GREDGKHJBER
THEYRE SO IN LOVEEEE
AND GUN HOLDING THE BOTTLE FOR TINN TO DRINK FROM??? BROOOOO
I SEE YOU LOOKING
I SEE WHERE YOUR EYES ARE, MISTER
YOU’RE LOOKING AT HIM
I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE
hes so whipped
youre so whipped, tiw
hes in love with him
i love them so much
holy hell
hell yeah, soundwin
WAIT
HANG ON
IS THIS WHAT I THINK IT IS???
HOLY HELL IT IS
GUYS IVE LITERALLY BEEN TELLING EVERYONE FOR MONTHS
SOUNDWIN=PATPRAN
MY SOUNDWIN=PATPRAN AGENDA IS FINALLY JUSTIFIED
WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL
G U Y S
IM BASICALLY GOD AT THIS POINT
HOLY HELL
HOLY FREAKING HELL
IM SO HAPPY ABOUT THIS
AND EXCITED
HOLY HELL
thats fair
(but also, without context thats really funny. imagine gun, por, and jorn hearing that. they have no idea how soundwin's first interaction went down. and even if they try to explain, theyll still be so confused
"im sorry, what? he locked your arms in the bathroom??"
"yeah! we wanted him to join the band so i got his attention while he was peeing-"
"what."
"-and then he got really mad at me for some reason and then he slammed me against the wall-"
"WHAT."
"-and he threatened me and pulled my arms back and my arms were sore for days."
"WHAT THE HELL-"
its very amusing to me)
but theres not as much tension as there was in the original canon universeeee
because they dont actually hate each other in this versionnnn
they just have a slight rivalry but its mostly friendlyyyyy
i love themmmmmm
and this one is tiwpor bc tiwpor are couple goals
oh
oh theyre all just shows arent they
yup, okay
i love them
his little headscratch omg
OMG
GEORJBSGJKERBGJBVREKJDBGJKVRE PLEASE
also i would like to point out: look at win's face there. he looks directly at pat. does pat like jorn?? does win know??? I NEED ANSWERS
AND HE KINDA LOOKS AWAY AND NODS AT THE OTHERS AROUND THE TABLE
HE FREAKING KNOWS
I DONT KNOW HOW HE KNOWS
BUT HE KNOWS
IM CERTAIN OF IT
everyone, apparently. weve got two different universes, each with three different versions of that scenario, and its a very successful show, so. yeah.
NOOO MY BOYYY
HE IS SAD NOW
SOMEONE HUG HIM
poor boy :(
"bye-bye. get out. okay. byeee." POR SPEAKING ENGLISH >>>>>
i love him so so much
wait, so, in this version of events did por use the questions to score his own boyfriend, rather than tiw with his sibling's relationships???
you underestimate the power of the questions, tinn. they work surprisingly well. in the other universe it made you both cry and then you found out that, wow look at that, you like each other! all because of the questions. so, yeah, they really CAN get you closer. trust the questions bro
hang on, do win and gun in this universe have the same relationship as sound and tinn had? like the childhood rivalry without any real explanation of it?? so for some reason they hate each other?? i would like to know please
oh hey look at that, we just watched gun's life leave his eyes
hes tryna figure out how the hell he fell for such an IDIOT
but hes also probably thinking back to the bullfrog song and is realising that he fell for tinn because of how stupid and silly he is
so now hes questioning his entire life
gun's face, omg
also no, that's jorn!
WAIT I JUST HAD A THOUGHT
tinn somehow knows that 'youre charmed by his isaan accent' and then says 'right?' as confirmation that he is correct.
WHAT IF he knows something
WHAT IF por told tiw about jorn liking pat. WHAT IF tiw told some people in the music club (perhaps all of them??). WHAT IF he only said 'someone in the student council' likes pat, not giving his name (cos it would be mean if he revealed jorn's secret). WHAT IF tinn thinks its gun who likes pat, because of his isaan accent.
WHAT IF, GUYS, WHAT IF
why are you worried about him mentioning his dad, gun
is it your trauma
do you need a hug
SOUNDWINSOUNDWINSOUNDWINSOUNDWINSOUNDWIN
THEYRE PLAYING PATPRANNNN
MY SOUNDWIN=PATPRAN AGENDA GETS STRONGER BY THE DAY
"just a warm up" KILL MEEEE THE PARALELLSSSS
HES TEACHING HIM TO T A C K L E ???
BRO THIS IS SO MUCH MORE INTIMATE THAN BADMINTON
HOLY HELL I SWEAR THEYRE GONNA MAKE OUT
"come here. you use the area between your chest up until your shoulders to tackle. you hold your opponent with both of your hands like this." holy hell holy hell holy hell
he just hugged him
that was hugging him
was that not hugging him?
the coaching is making me think of akkayan with the judo. even tho i know its an entirely different thing.
"the areas you can tackle are from the chest down to the feet. is that clear?" damn sound is so much better at giving instructions than win is. sound fully told him what to do. win kinda just. yelled at him.
"it's easy. try it." again, the same thing that win said, but so much calmer and more effective
"you forgot to wrap your hands around me" y'know, something is telling me he didnt forget. he's just scared of intimacy. which like is fair but also jUST KISS ALREADY
oh noooo now theyre yelling at each otherrrr
win just follow his instructions, he did a good job explaining
"YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO TEACH, NOT YELL AT ME!" hey, it's that line!
"learn to play sports sometimes! dont just spend your days hitting on girls!" H E Y THAT LINE!
"i made an effort to teach you but you wouldnt learn anything. you dumb!" again, THE FREAKING PARALLELS i love them so much holy hell
"secret" dating
THE CHIN TICKLE GHREBDGHRBDGHRB I LOVE THEM AND THEIR CHIN TICKLES
aaaaand guess who already ran out of images. again.
(also a little note here, i put all my our skyy 2 commentary under the same tag and its always the first tag of the post, so if you tap/click on that one youll find the rest of my commentary on the episode (if you want to))
i shall post these first two parts and then ill do the next ones like later tonight or maybe tmro, idk man
#quodekash watches our skyy 2 despite desperately needing to sleep#patjorn#phatjorn#patkajorn#tiwpor#tiwsonpor#soundwin#winsound#tinngun#guntinn#markford#winnysatang#satangwinny#geminifourth#mark pakin#ford allan#satang kittiphop#winny thanawin#gemini norawit#fourth nattawat#aun napat#prom theepakon#captain passatorn
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headcanons that nobody asked for about my wrestling blorbos under the cut hehoo 🌈
any character i like is queer and/or ND in my head lmao but heres a few people i have proper thoughts on
NJPW
Hiromu: autistic polyam king, neither cis or het, queer queer queer
El Desperado: dealt with self worth issues and depression since he debuted on the main roster, got better in the last few years tho :)
unfortunately in love with Hiromu - gender doesnt play a role in his attraction, not big on labels
Jay White: smug disaster gay, *slaps his head* this bad boy can fit so many mental issues in it, sooo insecure and masks it all till he can't anymore, calls himself King SWITCH so imma take that literal-
No but really i have a lot of thoughts about Jays motivations, in my reading he feels like the only way to make it in njpw as a gaijin is if you disregard the rules, fans and opinions of others - he's deeply afraid of everything he did to even be a wrestler having been pointless, he may cheat to get to his goal but a title is a title, the ultimate proof of his sacrifice having been worth it.
Juice Robinson: genuinely thought about giving up on wrestling, i don't buy his 'haha i tricked u all' explanation, he either reached out to BC or — the spicier take :)c — Jay reached out to him:
He knows how its like to be at rockbottom, feeling like everythings pointless. (his post WK15 promo) The guys Jay was in the dojo with were/are people he genuinely cared about (i could bring up counless examples), so he couldnt sit by and watch Juice throw his shot away
KENTA & Naito both gimme "bastard dad that constantly messes and jokes around but actually deals with a lot of depression and anxiety and whenever he (in the most unexpected moments) brings it up it gives you whiplash, feels like forbidden lore" vibes; they are very similar and i love them a lot, ive written about that before here
also Kenta and Shibata are bitter exes
ELP: bi adhd DUMBASS. with more depth than u would think, dreads all his sacrifice not paying off in the end, similar to Jay, thats generally my theme for Bullet Club, if these dudes weren't so toxic they could be a great support system for one another
Robbie Eagles: bi nerd with the worst taste in men lmao, Ospreay's his ex, him and ELP are whatever the hell they are, obsessed definitely - ive written about them a bit here and here
BUSHI: transmasc genderfluid dude :)
Miho Abe & ZSJ: are whatever makes you fall in love with the trash emperor, they both date TAICHI
Kota Ibushi: adhd/autistic mlm king. okay no but genuinely i have so many feelings about Ibushis struggle to fit in, to do as others expect of him, being the weird one - i can relate to that so much it makes me cry
LIJ group dynamic:
Shingo and Naito are bastard brothers that annoy each other on purpose, Sanadas the younger brother both get along with
Naito and Bushi are parental figures for Hiromu, based on Naito being Takahashis mentor and Hiromu literally describing Bushi with お母さん, mother.
Shingo is Hiromus loud scary uncle, Sanada is his cool quiet uncle
Naito and Bushi are married.
also a few aedub thoughts:
all of BCC is autistic.
Kingston has adhd.
HOOK is autistic, non verbal most of the time, uses sign language.
the whole roster's queer good for them good for them (except the ones i dont like.)
my Danhausen thoughts!
EDIT: i forgot Ricky, Ricky Starks is autistic
idk that's it, i dont have many HCs for aew so far lol
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namjoon talking about how indigo is just him, then doing all this self-indulgent promo for it like playing at a club he used to dream about playing and singing in an art museum he loves... it's so perfect and i'm so happy for him and i wish i would ever stop crying about him but i probably won't 🥺
#my friends are too nice to tell me to shut up even though i know they're thinking it#so now you get to hear it
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kotaro lives alone (this one I finished in like a day or two, I was actually proud of myself for watching it and not abandoning it😭)
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miles morales / spiderman (even though that literally is marvel... oh well.. That's it. That's the tweet. But fr. Into the spider verse is like my favorite movie I love it so much omg miles brainrot <3333 I don't think technically this counts as a spiderman wait the marvel page flipping intro was there and Stan Lee was in the movie bc he always gotta have him promo in his movie)
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the princess and the frog. (best movie ever.)
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the fault in our stars
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bnharem collab (where i post/reblog content from the bnharem discord server! I AM NO LONGER ACTIVE IN THIS FANDOM SO THERE WILL BE NO MORE BNHA POSTS)
collab (where i post collabs ive done with other creators!)
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Pacing Yourself-Part 2?
Tumblr was giving me a hard time putting this all in one post, so the last one's all the really handy advice and this is mostly my shameless plugs!
Shameless Self Promo
Did you know that right now, I've got new stuff in the shop on this very website?! It's true! For the holiday season, I've got bundles of comics I wrote, collections, and a print version of my Jimmy Squarefoot story with Becca! All stuff comes signed and personalized if you want. Some rare, harder-to-find covers are included in some of the bundles. I'm also throwing in some free gifts with every order! It'd be rad if you could buy some stuff particularly because both the cats are due for their annual wellness appointments/vaccine updates!
You can also grab a digital copy of Jimmy Squarefoot at my Ko-Fi! Or you could get it from Becca, as well as a digital copy of their NSFW 18+ comic "Rivals" at their itch page! I think their Genshin zine's going to be up there before too long too.
Or you can support Becca's post-con-season shop update! We're both clearing out a lot of our stuff from this year's convention circuit, but this is their first full on shop opening! Through tomorrow (maybe Tuesday) they're doing two exclusive pre-orders so you can get stuff this year that otherwise won't be on sale until the 2023 con-season begins. It's a sticker of Anya from Spy x Family and a print of Rika and Satoko from Higurashi: When They Cry - GAO. Pre-orders on their Pochita keychain are still open too, as well as literally like a ton of other keychains, stickers, prints, zines, and maybe even some other stuff?
Even if you aren't in a position to buy something, it'd be cool if you could let your friends who might be interested know.
Giving Tuesday
As a reminder, we're also coming up on Giving Tuesday. It's a day for charitable action. You can donate money and time and resources and give back on a local level or a national one or an international one. Just to spotlight a few people and places who could use your help: the Colorado Healing Fund is a direct response to the Club Q shooting. Trans Lifeline is a peer-based support and resource center that helps trans people with emotional and financial support. The Transgender Law Center provides legal aid, resources, and advocacy. You can check out your local mutual aid network. Or your local abortion right advocacy organization or your local racial justice organization or your local domestic violence support center or your local LGBTQ community center or your local homeless shelter or just, y'know, like help a person in need in your neighborhood. I mentioned last week that Jeffrey Veregge's family and Tess Fowler & Chris Gutierrez both have ongoing GoFundMes for their current medical emergencies. Just try to do something.
Which finally brings us to this week's regular features.
Things I've been enjoying this week:
The first person to buy something from my shop! Thank you! Honestly, just like, some time off. The Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade (This year was a little lacking, but I love the parade). Making a dope turkey! Becca's last little show of the year, which was on Tuesday. Having Anoosha Syed wrapping paper for gifts this year. Candy canes. Honkai Impact (Video game). Sonic Frontiers (Video game). Chainsaw Man (Anime & Manga).
New Releases this week (11/23/2022):
Transformers: Shattered Glass II #4 (Supervising Editor)
Special shout-outs to G.I. Joe: A Real American Hero #300 (the final issue with a new record-breaking cover), Earthdivers #1's second printing (releasing the week before Columbus Day and having the second printing out for Thanksgiving is very apt), and Dark Spaces: Wildfire #5 (the final issue of the launch title of both the Dark Spaces line and the new IDW Original initiative).
New releases next week (11/30/2022):
Godzilla Rivals: Vs. Gigan (I didn't actually work on this, but the team that did is awesome and you should check it out)
Final Order Cutoff--Last chance for your store to guarantee release day copies for you (11/28/2022):
Canto: Tales of the Unnamed World (Editor)
Godzilla: Monsters & Protectors--All Hail the King #4 (Editor)
Godzilla Rivals: Rodan vs. Ebirah (Editor)
Pic of the Week:
We put up our Christmas tree over the weekend and I got this very cute picture of Nadja sleeping under it. Also, some of the cool stuff up at Becca's shop!
#godzilla#transformers idw#chainsawman#sonic idw#hanazuki#spy x family#higurashi#rika furude#satoko hojo
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I pray for the wicked on the weekend, mama can I get another AMEN?
/// (oh it’s saturday night) ///
swear to GOD I ain’t never gonna repent -- - mama, can I get another AMEN?
LOVELY BANNER MADE WITH LOVE BY @etherealflora.
#ooc.#[im crying in the club]#self promo.#tw: gif#tw: eye contact#[kayce is my angel]#[its so pretty yo]
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just a dad trying his best.
indie bakugo masaru. loved by bunny.
promo credit: @grndzeros
#SELF PROMO.#catch me crying in the club#MASARU LOVES HIS SON !!!!!!!#bnha rp#mha rp#indie rp#anime rp#manga rp
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“awayyy!” he shouted. the wind tore the words back over his shoulder like a fluttering crepe streamer. they came out big & strong, those words, in a triumphant roar. they were the only ones that ever did. ▷ novel based & 2017 film influenced BILL DENBROUGH. cherished by micah. PHOTO CREDIT.
#bill denbrough rp#it rp#stephen king's it rp#stephen king rp#stephen king role play#horror rp#horror roleplay#indie horror rp#stranger things rp#80s based rp#indie rp#▷ you know who i am and why i'm here ( self promo. )#( CRYING AT THE CLUB !! )#( look at this gorgeous promo lux made me !! )#( bless her !!! )
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Dream SMP Recap (July 6/2021) - Prime Path Renovations
Ponk experiences a setback. He and Foolish discuss Plan 69 together. It’s only a matter of time.
Tommy decides to clear some of the crowded area along the Prime Path by working with Foolish, Antfrost, Ponk, Sam and Bad to tear some unused buildings (and Pride decorations) down.
After Puffy discovers that her L’Targay was one of the builds destroyed, she decides to retaliate.
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- Ponk tests out his TNT launcher and attempts to fly
- After one of the test runs goes wrong, Ponk dies in an explosion and loses all his items, including the trident. Sammy Wammy is lost forever
- It may be time to activate Plan 69. As Ponk says, it’s all about leverage...
- Ponk retrieves some items, puts on the creeper head and grabs Warden’s Will, Sam’s sword, from his underground base
- Later, Foolish comes online and Ponk meets him at the bank, doing his best Sam impression in the creeper head. She informs him that the plan is coming together, but there is a setback (Ponk claims she was testing the security system on the bank with Sam’s voice)
- The time is soon for Ponk’s arm plan. They show Foolish a chest. Foolish opens it and looks at the contents -- the leverage -- with his screen hidden. He’s shocked
Ponk: “Foolish! It was never in vain! I am twenty steps ahead, Foolish! I am a master of chess! I am the master!”
Foolish: “Do you realize that thing -- that is nuts! Does anyone else know about that?”
Ponk: “No! No one knows, Foolish! No one knows!” (laughs)
Foolish: “And that was like -- I guess I may have to ask you later to explain where you got it, but...”
- Foolish gives Ponk some resources
Ponk: “Our time will come. We will meet again. Very soon, hopefully.”
Foolish: “But you realize -- like, what you have, though -- there’s more than just the thing that we could do, like there’s a lot more--”
Ponk: “Foolish! I am a self-centered person, Foolish. It is only for my gain! And maybe yours!”
Foolish: “Yes, but we could also do it for other gains!”
Ponk: “No! No, Foolish. No, Foolish...Some people are meant to be, in the places they are meant to be. Okay? Alright. I will see you -- I’ll see you later, Foolish.”
- They part ways
- Tommy establishes Spud Lore
- He meets Foolish on the Prime Path and asks about BadBoyHalo’s promo codes. Tommy takes down the charity sign
- He gets Foolish to take off his armor as they continue. He has figured out that no one likes rich people
- They make it back to Tommy’s house. Tommy takes his riches out of his Ender Chest and puts them in a chest
- To clear out some room, they start taking down the gingerbread house and Antfrost logs on, telling them to get away. Ant meets them at the house and they talk
- Tommy informs Antfrost that it is no longer Christmas. Ant is willing to help them take down other things, and Tommy claims partial ownership of the gingerbread house
- Next, Tommy sneaks into the Targay. They decide it’s suitable to bulldoze
- Mario interrupts. Tommy informs him that Targay has been “opening soon” for half a year. Yoshi arrives as well, but they quickly start taking it down
- Technoblade logs on just to suggest they tear down the prison
- Tommy asks Ant about his love life and how it’s going
- Tubbo joins the call and informs him of the copious amounts of TNT in his possession
- Tommy cleans up the Definitely Not Blood while Tubbo pokes Ranboo
- He also wants to make a trapped Freebies Chest
- Sam logs on while Tommy burns down the rainbow wall. Since Antfrost is there, it’s allowed
- The biggest challenge is the flag above the Community House, which is immensely prideful and an unfortunate image to destroy. Tommy takes down the Pride Flag. Antfrost simply watches
- They put the blocks in the Freebies Chest
- Next, they go to inspect the prison. Tommy hates the prison. Antfrost states that it would be a conflict of interest for him, since he works there
- Sam appears at the prison entrance and tells them to stop. Foolish tries to bargain with scaffolding
- Foolish puts on Sam’s head and they face off with Warden Sam. Tommy puts on his own creeper head and proclaims that they should get rid of this prison, as the prison system is flawed!
- Foolish brought pot. Antfrost brought weednip
- Tommy and Foolish go through the prison entrance portal and it gets deactivated by an explosion
- Tommy has a flint and steel and Sam begs them to try and re-light it. Tommy has leverage. Sam says he has something on him that Tommy would like. Tommy takes the deal and they go back through the portal
- Sam gives Tommy stacks of TNT and the group heads off again to the obsidian Nether Portal cube
- They start deactivating it and Ponk logs on
- Tommy takes down Dream’s honeymoon resort (the iron door structure)
- Sam suggests they take down Ninja’s house, but Tommy protests. This is iconic. He tries to call Ninja
- Foolish starts taking it down to test how it feels. They explode the rest and Tommy keeps the bed for good luck
Tommy: “i’m not gonna Gaslight Gatekeep Girlboss Ninja Fortnite Blevins, Sam! It just wouldn’t work! I’m no girlboss. I’m merely a manloser.”
- Tommy goes to mine dirt in sorrow. Ponk speaks to them, arriving in his Robin outfit. They explore the invisible staircase
- Next, they go to take down Ponk’s pumpkin trap
- Foolish wonders what would happen if they tried to kill the dragon. He says if you kill the dragon, you get “XD” in your name and get Creative mode. Tommy doesn’t want to risk it
- Foolish kisses himself on his elbow. Self-love
- Antfrost’s eyes turn red from the weednip and he hands some to everyone. Foolish gets high and turns into Batman
- Tommy towers up and gets rid of the last of the Y:7 sign. They start talking about Tinder
- Tommy gets Phil to join VC, asking him to tell them about Big Russ
- He calls Bad to ask about the YouTooz codes. Bad says to ask Sam. Sam does not know
- They go to the Hall of Fame and debate killing Drista’s dog. Drista’s dog dies
- Everyone goes to the graveyard by Punz’s backyard and stand on the grave. Foolish says it would be very spiritual for Tommy to blow up his own grave
- Tommy suggests they bring back the Socializing Club. Ponk says it’s the essential oils shop
- Sam runs over to blow up Wilbur’s ball (owned by Tommy) but Tommy refuses, saying he would kill Sam if he did
- Tommy leaves the group to go get some more dirt
- Ponk tells Sam that he lost the trident today as well as all his things
- They chat some more and Sam tells Foolish that Bad is "on grinder.” Foolish asks him if he’s verified on it. Sam asks if he’s spoken with Skeppy about it
- Tommy joins the VC again with a “’sup, bitches.” Sam tells Tommy that Bad is “on grinder for the experience”
- Tommy says he wants more people to be on the server more often and Foolish and Sam start comparing their server statistics. Tommy has 13 days on the server. Sam has 95 days
- Tommy concludes that he must be Foolish’s father figure and calls Foolish “son”
- Once Tommy leaves, the three go to destroy the ball but Phil joins VC to tell them that if they did that, Wilbur would cry, so they don’t
- Bad tells Ant they should go to Foolish’s summer home to destroy the things that aren’t being used there. They discuss what to destroy and destroy a red tulip
- Then they destroy Ponk’s essential oils shop
- Bad and Ant argue over who gets claim to Alyssa’s house. They go around various areas debating what to destroy
- They go to L’manburg and take down Fundy’s election whitehouse
- Afterwards, they go down into L’manhole and clear the Blood Vines off of the flag
- Foolish and Antfrost go back to Las Nevadas
- Puffy has heard that some damage has been done. She’s been told that there were several people there, including a certain muffinhead, a furry, and most importantly, a child (and also Foolish and Sam)
- Puffy turns on the slow Able Sisters Theme and logs on, immediately seeing the cleared-out L’Targay plot
Puffy: “What in the corporation is this shit?!”
- She walks down the Prime Path, surveying the damage, until she sees that they got rid of the flag as well
- There is now room for retribution. This seems to have been targeted at her
- Puffy goes to Tommy’s house. She could either destroy Tommy’s base, or cover it in rainbows...or...
- She spies the Big Innit Hotel in the background. They could take it a step further...
- She pulls up the stream footage for receipts. She sees Tommy start to destroy the gingerbread house and learns that Antfrost stopped it. Puffy is enraged
- She wonders what Tommy’s favorite tower is and makes her way to the Disruption Tower
- Puffy gets disrupted by the Disruption Tower and then takes part of it down. She gets Disrupted for a few minutes mining before finding out that it was the wrong tower, and it was the Power Tower that was Tommy’s favorite
Puffy: “Blackstone? I thought Tommy hated blackstone.”
- After walking past it several times, Puffy finally identifies the right tower as the Power Tower
- She gets some TNT and explodes Tommy’s house. While storing the dropped items in chests, she notices that Tommy has Schlatt’s bones
- She still remembers when she was living out of a turkey and the turkey was destroyed. While others helped, Tommy was the one who incited it. The others will get repercussions as well though
- Puffy builds Tommy’s house into a mini L’Targay so that when Tommy uses his house, he will finally be using L’Targay as well
- Next, Puffy takes down Antfrost’s gingerbread house and comes across the bathwater chamber
- She goes to Foolish’s summer home to put mustaches on all the statues, but is disappointed to find that they already have mustaches. She starts putting a brown hat on the sphinx when Quackity joins VC
- Quackity asks why Puffy is putting hats on all of Foolish’s builds, and Quackity tells her to leave him alone. Puffy informs him that Foolish is her son. They go back and forth about Puffy’s full name (Puff Big Daddy)
- Quackity is not BadBoyHalo’s mistress
- Puffy tells him about Tommy blowing up all the rainbows, so she blew up Tommy’s house. They chat a bit
- Foolish logs on, Puffy asks him why he helped in the destruction of Targay and Foolish says it was character development
- Then Quackity tells Puffy about how Tommy got exiled. Namely, that Tubbo betrayed him (he does an impression of Tubbo). Foolish sneaks around behind them
Puffy: “Do you think it would be wrong to kill my son on the server?”
Puffy: “Like do I pull a Philza?”
- Quackity says not to even think about touching Foolish. Puffy invites Foolish to the call and Quackity tells Foolish that he is Quackity’s beloved and then starts talking about metabolism articles
- They continue chatting. Puffy shows Foolish the top hats and Foolish says they actually used to have hats not too long ago
- Foolish shows off his Batman skin and Quackity becomes the Joker. They roleplay until the Joker suggests they have a threesome and abruptly cease the bit
- Foolish and Puffy head over to Las Nevadas. Foolish shows Quackity the progress he’s made on the sand and the hotel. They keep doing the Batman impressions, now with an added Bane impression
Quackity: Imagine Bane and the Joker kissing
Foolish: Can we do that?
- They talk quite a bit about Wattpad
- Foolish changes into his Superman skin
- Quackity leaves and Foolish and Puffy continue to talk in Las Nevadas
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Upcoming events remain the same.
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What's your opinion on Spideydevil/MattPeter/Spiderdevil/Mattpete (Matt Murdock x Peter Parker)?
If you haven't looked in to it i suggest you do. here are some fics I like all rated G or T. And Fan art.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/29386923
https://archiveofourown.org/works/19351699
https://archiveofourown.org/works/1658180
https://archiveofourown.org/works/28909827
If you seem to like them. Check out the tags: Spideydevil, MattPeter, Spider Devil or Mattpete. but they are a rarer pair so prepare for have almost no content. If you hate it alot please don't be like "Look at this person DUMB ship!!! Its dumb and will never work in the universe!!! What an Idiot for liking this ship!" it would most likely make me cry. (Not that I think you would be like that but more of it's a very unpopular ship that I won't tell people outside of tumblr I like).
Oh, I do ship spideydevil! Honestly, I low-key ship Peter with everyone (that I can stand, so, sorry, Wade! You were just too annoying to make the cut), but spideydevil is up there around the top of the list specifically because they have such a long history together (which The Spider-Man Fan Club (Hell's Kitchen Chapter) sorta kinda barely touches on. Yes, I'm using your ask for self-promo, deal lmao. Here's the tumblr version, too. Although that fic is Gen, as it says on the tin. It's wouldn't be a bad thing anyway, but I don't want anyone thinking I... tricked them? Or something?) Like Peter said that one time they had severe mental break downs at the same time: they may not be best friends, but they're the closest thing to kindred spirits.
I get it, though, I always get embarrassed when it comes to talking about my non-canon ships, even on tumblr, even the popular ones, so I barely do that. I actually have to confess that I've read all the fics you just recced me (and have one of them bookmarked lol)... several times. As you said, little content. So now it's my turn! Have you read Deadpool vs Gambit #1? It's where that panel of Peter and Matt talking about going antiquing that's gone around tumblr is from, and the interactions between the two are golden. They have a pupusa place they go to all the time, apparently. Or went to. @Marvel let them know each other's ids again.
Thank you a lot for talking to me!
(Also, I feel kinda targeted with that image about Spider-Man fans. I'm the person with the mask, only I don't care about the Raimi and Webb movies, just the comics. Not to dump on anyone who likes the m/cu version of Peter, it just fills me with boiling rage, which is a perfectly normal and healthy reaction, of course.)
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Thank you for flying in.
I wouldn’t miss this for the world.
Independent Harvey Specter && Jessica Pearson of Suits.
#self promo.#aboutwinning#i'm crying in the club enjoy#personal –––––––––––––– *(nsync playing in the background) bi bi bi.
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Between Dreams And Memories - A DreamSMP Retelling
let’s start 2021 off with a self-promo :)
Hey! Looking for a long, nearly-daily updating fic about the DreamSMP, focusing on story, character development, lore, and with practically no shipping? I’ve got something for you! :D
Between Dreams and Memories is a retelling of the first season of the DreamSMP, with original lore, backstory for most major characters, and cameos from characters not normally included in the storyline! (CaptainSparklez, Squid Kid, The Lunch Club, MrBeast + Friends, Minx, a large portions of SMPLive and SMPEarth and many others!)
It also includes references to events outside of the main storyline and ties it into the full story! (The Hypixel Potato War, Drista, Dreamons, the Techno vs Dream Duel, the Water Rising Schlatt and Wilbur video, as well as other head-canon based storylines, such as Tubbo having goat horns, all the sleepybois being family (I wrote Techno in as Tommy’s and Wilbur’s brother before Techno stated it is not canon) and many others!)
PLEASE REMEMBER: THIS STORY HAS NO SHIPPING/SMUT/ANYTHING WEIRD!!! THE ONLY “SHIPPING” INCLUDED ARE SMALL REFRENCES TO THE QUACKITY/SCHLATT “RELATIONSHIP”.
THIS FIC ALSO ISN’T RPF. THIS IS A FIC STRICTLY FOCUSING ON THE CHARACTERS THE MCYTERS PLAY. DON’T WORRY, I WON’T USE THIS AS AN EXCUSE TO PUSH FORWARD NON-CANON SHIPS - NONE OF THOSE WILL EVER APPEAR IN THE STORY.
As of making this post the story has just reached the point of just before the Festival, but we have taken a step back to explore a completely original, very, very long backstory I wrote for Schlatt! It ties in most members of SMPLive, most notably the Lunch Club (with a focus on Ted, Charlie and Travis), Connor, CaptainSparklez, Phil, and many others! This backstory will go on for around 15 chapters more, I predict, and then we will jump right into the Festival!
I’d love more attention for this fic, so if it sounds interesting, you can read it here!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/26678554/chapters/65069272
If you’re still reconsidering it, here’s an excerpt from Chapter 97 – The Truth (Part 14)
Sometime in the middle of the sleepless night, Wilbur crawled out of his bed and sneaked out of his, Connor's and Schlatt's bedroom, slowly making his way out of the office and up the staircase. He grabbed onto a small bag of familiar items on his way there, climbing up to the rooftop and sitting down by the edge. He moved closer to his and Schlatt’s jukebox, placed a single disc in, and pressed a small button on the side, hearing a familiar melody start playing. The song alone, playing so quietly without anyone there by his side felt like a knife being stabbed through his back. Never ever before since last Christmas had he found himself alone here – It had always been with Schlatt.
He felt tears prickling at the edges of his eyes. One fell, then another, and suddenly, he was letting out choking sobs, barely able to hear the music over his crying. He hugged his knees and wiped his eyes, trying to gather himself, but no matter how hard he tried, he could feel more and more coming. He had never felt so alone before – Not even after Phil was exiled, not even as he avoided Techno every single day, not even during those months leading up to him considering running away. This one single source of familiarity was ripped away from him and he didn't even notice the song was over but he wouldn't try to play the next disc because this was wrong wrong everything wrong
wrong wrong wrong wrong wro
Why am I so cold?
Wilbur looked around. The jukebox was completely covered in... Snow? The whole rooftop was coated in that fluffy, white cover. Snow... In April? That didn't seem possible. It soon started melting away, as if it was never meant to be there in the first place and begun taking its leave. As the man looked around completely dumbfounded by the whole situation the snow eventually turned into multiple puddles of water, making him believe he had hallucinated the whole thing all-together. Wilbur rubbed his eyes and stood up, still sniffling and eyes red from crying. He decided he would head to bed – Clearly, he was a lot more tired than he thought himself to be.
But looking back at the rooftop, he couldn't help but wonder...
Had he really only been seeing things?
If you enjoyed this small bit, you may enjoy the whole story!
Read it here;
https://archiveofourown.org/works/26678554/chapters/65069272
#mcyt#dreamsmp#dsmp#dream team smp#dream smp fanfiction#mcyt fanfiction#tommyinnit#technoblade#wilbur soot#jschlatt#quackity#dreamwastaken#georgenotfound#sapnap#dreamteam#nihachu#smplive#smpearth#lunch club#connoreatspants#between dreams and memories#mcyt bdam
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