#payton goes to: college

[kingofmyborrowedheart]

Me graduating from college is not important. What’s important is that Speak Now (Taylor’s Version) comes out on July 7th.

#taylor swift #payton goes to: college #speak now tv #I’m gonna say this to my mom first thing tomorrow/today

[sunlightmurdock]

Hey, Neighbour! | DBF!Jake Seresin x Reader (18+)

Synopsis: Jake’s been having a problem recently, and when the power goes out next door, everything quickly comes to a head.

Warnings: dad’s best friend trope. Age gap. Reader is in her mid-20s, Jake’s around 40. Obviously unbalanced power dynamic. No use of Y/N. Reader’s dad has a name. Mention of reader having a piercing. Smut. Pure filth and pining. Smut. Oral (f receiving). Unprotected pinv. Creampie. Jake has no respect for his best friend’s furniture. Choking briefly. Please comment / Reblog, it’s greatly appreciated. Wc: 8.5k. Minors dni, you will be blocked.

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Jake clicks the television off and pushes himself up from the couch, joined by his shadow of a German shepherd called Ace. They walk together to the sound of the meek little knock at his front door, Jake’s gym socks padding along his dark wood floors along the way.

It’s late. Too late for whoever is at his front door to be bearing good news. He twists the door handle and pulls it open, rolling back his aching shoulders. This late at night, he has a good idea of who’s going to be standing on his porch.

As expected, standing there and shivering in your dad’s coat and a pair of slippers, is exactly the last person that Jake was hoping to see.

You see, Jake has had a bit of a problem since he moved in to this neighbourhood.

Quite a substantial one, in the grand scheme of things, and one that seems to just be getting worse by the minute.

Suburbia was meant to be Jake’s reprieve from his bachelor lifestyle. His escapades have been worrying his mother to death for going on two decades now, and it came time that even Jake agreed that it was time to wisen up about his love life. With all of the deployments, and all of the time away from home, it had been beyond easy to never fall into anything serious. By the time he was twenty-nine, Jake’s longest ever relationship was two and a half months, which was alarming given the number of women he had encountered by then.

Two things happened that sent Jake here, to this cute little cul-de-sac in suburban San Diego, one — Jake’s job became more secure, and guaranteed that he would spend at least ninety percent of his remaining career here on the west coast. Second, he proposed to a woman. A beautiful woman, that he was so sure he was going to spend the rest of his life with.

She liked his house, it looked like the one her parents had raised her in. So, he bought the house and he bought a dog, and swore that he was going to try to settle down. Six months later, it was just him and the dog. Payton apologised profusely, and she’d apologise even more if he ever ran into her again, he just wasn’t right for her.

Things weren’t so bad though. Jake and Ace liked the peace and quiet, and the guy next door was actually pretty cool. Jack, the airline pilot with a mean golf swing and a great nose for the best sports bars in town. He’s a little older than Jake, with a hell of a lot more to show for it, including three grown up kids.

It’s been a couple of years now, and Jake’s practically part of the family. He knows everything there is to know. He’s there on birthdays, holidays, emergencies — he loves this family. But he has a problem.

His problem was manageable at first. So, Jack’s youngest daughter might have caught Jake’s attention at first. You were visiting home from college and you had stepped out of the car in a tight little pair of shorts and a tank top, and Jake just happened to be standing in Jack’s garage, helping him with a little project, when he first saw you.

And you were funny. Right away cracking some joke about Jake’s less than adept approach to projects around the house. Jake had laughed out loud without even meaning to, and then you’d turned your head and hit him with that mega-watt smile. Bringing new meaning to the term beaming.

God, that pretty fucking smile.

Your humour dances lightly on the nerves of others, like Jake’s, but sweeter. You’re well behaved and back then you had had a dreamy boyfriend who was in pre-med. Perfect in every way.

Even more reason for Jake to keep his hands to himself.

You were Jack’s kid. Jake wouldn’t ever cross that line. It’s just that sometimes… he had to remind himself of this boundary.

He hadn’t ever been close friends with someone where that was even a concern, and truthfully, he had been unprepared for meeting you. In all of the stories Jack told him, you were this cute little kid. Standing before him, you didn’t quite match the image he had of you in his head. This was truly uncharted territory.

Truth be told, there were times when Jake wasn’t so sure you wanted him to hang back. Even when you were still bringing that boyfriend of yours around, Jake caught the way you looked at him.

The way you tug those glossed lips between your teeth and grin around the straw of your drink.

If he was a better friend, or a stronger man, he might have been able to nip his little problem in the bud right away. He had tried, and you were living away from home then, so it was easier. But last month, you had moved back in with your parents and Jake’s life has been nothing but stress ever since.

On occasion, Jake thinks of how he would have to plead his case if someone discovered how he felt. You just don’t know what it’s like when she’s looking at me, man. I swear, I tried to stay away from her, I did.

It’s not his fault that Jack asked him to watch you while your folks were away on that cruise.

Jake’s gaze finally flickers back up to your wounded, hurt baby bunny, expression.

“What’s the matter, cutie? — You alright?” He reaches for you with one hand, gently grabbing at the crook of your elbow and guiding you towards him. That sad little look on your face tugs at his heart strings every time.

“Yeah, I just — I plugged in my phone charger and all the lights went out. I think I tripped a fuse,” All exasperated and frustrated at once, you push your hair back off of your face and frown at him. “Could you come take a look at it for me?”

Jake’s throat grows thick. Under your dad’s heavy work coat, Jake can see the thin white tank top you’re wearing and the blue checkered, boxer style pyjama shorts. But Jack asked him to take care of you.

“Yeah. Of course I can,” Jake nods his head and reaches down to tug at Ace’s black woven collar. “Come in a sec. I just need some shoes.”

There haven’t been too many occasions where you have been inside Jake’s place. Your dad comes here a lot and you’ve been sent over to collect him before dinner on occasion, or to deliver Jake some leftovers.

It’s warm inside, and it smells like woodsmoke and leather. He’s been burning the candle that you got him for his last birthday. You inhale softly, shrugging the coat closer to your body.

In the times that you have been over here, you’re always surprised by how tidy he keeps the place. It’s not what you would have expected of a single guy living all alone.

Jake pulls some sneakers from a tidy shoe organizer disguised to look like an end table and crouches down to put them on his feet. Leaning over, something catches his eye between the heavy fleece of your dad’s unzipped work jacket.

“Did you get your bellybutton pierced?”

The question startles you, drawing attention to the fact that you had been craning your neck and trying to get a look into Jake’s living room. You turn your head, blinking as Jake straightens up and takes a step towards you.

He reaches out and before you know it, his warm fingers are stretching out across your chilled, just exposed navel. His thumb brushes over your soft skin, brows drawing together as he examines the dainty jewelry pushed through your skin.

Swiftly, you take a step back and his hand drops away from your body. “I’ve had it for years.”

There’s a silence between the two of you. Jake’s going to be kicking himself for that for weeks to come. He shouldn’t have reached out and touched you like that. He shouldn’t be commenting on things your father wouldn’t approve of. You’re too grown up for that.

“Huh,” He clicks his tongue, reaching just past your side to grab his house keys from the dish by the door. “C’mon, kid. Let’s go take a look at those lights.”

The shuffle of your slippers cuts through the awkward silence as you cross Jake’s front yard and into yours. It’s late November, and a cold night in particular too. Standing in just a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, the evening chill makes Jake’s arm hair stand on end. As you walk ahead, your back to him, Jake wonders if it has the same effect on you.

Thinking about his best friend’s daughter’s tits. He wishes the shame alone was enough to knock the thought out of his head. He wishes you hadn’t moved home. He wishes you weren’t leading him into your dark, empty house right now.

The entire house is pitch black, but Jake tests the hallway lightswitch in passing anyway. He notes the dubious look you shoot him back over your shoulder. Then, he passes by you as you stop to take off that big coat. It’s not something he wants to hang by and watch.

It’s cold as his shoulder brushes yours, and not just because it’s November. You swallow thickly, staring after him until he disappears into the dark. Your feelings towards Jake are complicated.

Well, they’re not. Your crush on him isn’t the innocent middle school crush that you used to have on an older figure, like a teacher. No, this is far from doodling his name in your journal. This man, and his thick, ridged abs and golden chest hair, is working his way into your dreams.

After the break-up, you had sworn off men for a while — and that was the right decision for you. But, it left certain parts of you yearning. And Jake’s right next door. From your bedroom window, you’ve got the perfect view into his backyard. The same backyard where he’ll work out in the blazing heat, sweat glistening along his tanned skin, along the ridges and valleys of his muscles.

No, this crush is far from innocent. It crossed the border into indecent weeks ago, the first time that you touched yourself thinking about him. It wasn’t your fault; he was tempting you.

You had returned home from work to find Jake hanging out in the living room with your father, not unusual, and you had joined the two of them. Your dad had started with a playful comment about Jake. Jake had returned the favour with a witty remark about your dad. You were just joining in on the fun, poking playfully at Jake’s age.

All too suddenly, he had turned sharply to you and pinched the soft skin between your ribs and hip, leaning dangerously close with a smirk on his face that made your head spin. In fact, you still remember the way your mouth had hung open as Jake had breathed out a chuckle and shot you that playfully warning look.

“You think you’re funny, huh?” He’d challenged, that eager look in those wild green eyes, his cheeks dimpling just slightly, fingers pressing into your side.

Since then, you can’t help but think of him closer, and closer.

“Jake, wait!” You call, dropping the coat onto a hook and kicking off your slippers, starting to rush after him. Jake cranes his neck to look back at you over his shoulder. “You should probably show me what you’re doing. Y’know, in case it happens again.”

“Sure. Come here,” Jake jerks his head for you to join him, extending his hand for you in the dark of the utility room. You swat around until your fingers graze his, falling silent at the brash way he grabs hold of your hand and drags you closer. Your ass briefly brushes his thigh as he guides you in front of him. Jake steps back, clearing his throat. The little red dot on the fuse box illuminates his fingertips as he reaches past you. “This is the switch you want, don’t mess with anything else or your dad’ll kill you.”

The corners of your lips twitch. There are plenty of things your dad would be furious with, if he knew you had done them.

Jake’s fingers curl around the switch. His cologne fills your nose. His massive bicep is inches from your cheek, and everything feels like electric as his other hand comes to rest on the bare space between your shirt and your shorts. You’re trapped between him and the wall in front. If you would push your hips back just an inch or two…

“So, you flip the switch off to reset it,” Jake’s voice is all gravel from yelling at the young pilots he instructs, and shouting over the top of loud music in bars. It drifts past your ears and makes you want to shiver as his fingers curl around the plush of your hip. “And then you flip it back on for the power.”

Suddenly, the lights come back on in the hall outside of the utility room. Jake’s got you cornered against the fuse box really, and with the washer and dryer to your side, the only escape would be to rush out into the hall. You’re not quite ready to make that move. You can hear the amusement in his voice. He can feel the way you’re burning with awkward embarrassment in front of him.

“Oh.” You say quietly. Jake chuckles from behind you, his hand trailing about an inch higher, taking some of the fabric from your tank top with it, pinching playfully at your newly exposed waist.

“Happy to help, kid.” He’s already drawing back, his hand pulling away from your electrified skin, the sound of his shoe hitting the floor and alerting you to the fact that he’ll be leaving before you even know it.

“Could I ask you for one more favour?” You turn to face him, biting sheepishly on your bottom lip.

“Sure. What is it?” He’d retile your entire bathroom for you if you asked him to. That’s what makes him wish he was a better friend.

There’s an art to the way you bat your lashes at him, knowing better than to get too close or put your hands on him. Just that deep, pleading look in your eyes is more than enough. “Will you finish watching my scary movie with me? — Kinda… freaked me out a little bit when the lights went out, is all.”

“… Yeah. Yeah, I guess I can hang out for a little.” You’re a good kid, and it’s just a movie. He can’t leave you over here all by yourself, scared out of your mind, now, can he?

Jake wonders if this is what your father had in mind when he had asked his most trusted friend to just be there for his daughter while they were away.

That same, trusted best friend, sitting on the couch with his chin propped up against his palm, and that daughter’s head resting against his shoulder. You could have sat over on the other end of the couch, or even in your dad’s armchair, but that defeats the purpose of asking Jake to stay.

“Fill me in. What am I missing here?” Jake asks, mostly to fill the silence. His arm stretches along the back of your couch, his knees parted obnoxiously and his neck awkwardly straight to minimise risk of him laying his head against yours.

Your hand comes to rest against his middle, eyes focused calmly on the screen. “So there are two timelines. The present, and flashbacks to like… maybe ten years ago. Ten years ago, the family bought this mirror, and…”

Jake’s fingers inch their way into your hair, trailing softly over your scalp. Your fingers brush over his middle as he massages your scalp. He listens to you explain the plot of the movie like he isn’t thinking about the way your nipples are pressing through the white fabric of your tank top.

“Freaky mirror…” Jake muses over the concept of the plot, squinting his eyes at the screen, his fingers slowing to a halt in your hair as he turns his head to look at you. “You gonna be able to sleep okay tonight if we watch this?”

You meet him back with a sheepish grin and an innocent shrug of your shoulders. “Well, I already started, so I need to see that it ends okay, or I’ll be freaked out.”

“Alright. Just making sure you’re not gonna try crawling into my bed tonight after you have a nightmare.” Jake teases, pushing his knees further apart and sinking down into the comfort of the grey fabric couch he helped the movers bring in here last August.

He didn’t push you away when you sat right next to him and curled against his side. He reached out himself and stroked his fingers along your stomach.

Confidence surges through you like a wave, swelling big enough for you to giggle and press closer to him. “Come on, would that be such a bad thing?”

“What did you say?”

The swell has passed and the wave crashes just like all the others do, breaking over an otherwise calm sea. You swallow softly, growing exceptionally still.

“I was just kidding—“

Jake’s fingers leave your hair and curl instead around the nape of your neck. He turns his head, attempting to get a look at your face. “No, no. Say it again. What did you say?”

You shake your head, pressing it closer against his toned stomach. “I was just joking. You wouldn’t mind it that much if I had a bad dream and had to come sleep in your bed.”

He’s quiet for a moment and the movie draws tense. The main character is creeping around in the dark, the music is building, and Jake’s far too quiet for your liking.

“Don’t joke about that.” Jake says quietly.

“Okay. I’m sorry.” You answer him, hugging your cheek into the dark fabric of his t-shirt. That way, there’s no chance of him seeing the shame on your face. Going after your dad’s best friend— you should be ashamed of yourself.

Jake rubs a palm over the stubble on his jaw, trying to focus on the screen in front of him. This movie can’t possibly take much longer.

He knows he has upset you. You’re uncharacteristically quiet, and he can feel you trying to sit still. He shifts his hips a little, reaching out and resting his palm against your waist.

Your brows draw together as the main character bites into the apple she was eating and glass shards drop to the floor in front of her. Jake feels your fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt. Sweat beads on the nape of his neck.

His thumb swipes back and forth over the inch of bare skin on your hip.

Jake glances down at you. Laying against his middle like this. It feels all too natural. He isn’t even paying attention to the movie. Truthfully, the only thing on Jake’s mind is how soft your skin feels against the pad of his thumb.

Imagining how soft your body would feel in his palms, every inch of your skin in his capable hands.

You gasp as the camera pans to the main character’s bleeding mouth, and the shattered lightbulb in your hands, twisting your head and burying your face in Jake’s shirt.

Jake flinches, his attention drawn back to the screen as his fingers curl into your skin. His face twists in distaste, groaning at the gore on the screen.

“Shit, you weren’t kidding about this being freaky.” Jake mutters with a soft shake of his head, shifting uncomfortably as his fingers massage at the pillowy skin of your waist. He swallows thickly, eyes dropping down to the way you’re nestled just above his waistband. He tries a weak chuckle, mind racing for something to lighten the mood. “What am I meant to do if I’m up all night after this, huh?”

You laugh softly against his stomach, pressing closer to the warmth of his rigid torso. Jake stares at the screen as he feels your open palm brush over his abdomen, fingertips grazing the waistband of his sweats by mere millimeters. He strokes your skin, setting his knees further apart by an inch.

Even with the score of the movie in front of you, everything feels so quiet. Even with the floor lamp to your right and the table lamp to your left, it all feels so dark. It all feels so slow. Truthfully, you imagine this is as close as you’ll get to understanding what it feels like to tightrope across Niagara Falls.

One misstep, a strong gust, the loss of balance in any capacity and its all over. The best friendship that your father has ever had, thrown away because you made a pass at a man far too old for you to begin with.

Then, Jake’s fingers break their almost surgically precise pattern. The tips stretch just slightly under the fabric of your tank top, reaching for the silken skin of your stomach. It’s brief, before they retreat to the safety of circling the skin that you’ve chosen to expose. You drop your gaze, watching all five of his digits follow their intricate pattern, and stretch under the cotton white of your top once again.

Maybe Jake notices that you’re watching him, or maybe he finally notices it himself, but he stops all at once. Fingers pulling back to rest platonically against your hip, green eyes trained seriously on the television, his lips stretched into a flat line.

“It’s okay,” You whisper without turning your gaze away from the screen. Jake doesn’t look at you. He feels your fingers brush across the top of his, curling through the digits, linking them together. “It’s okay, Jake. You can. I won’t say anything.”

Your parents aren’t going to be home for another eleven days. What’s Jake supposed to do until then, ignore your existence? — Avoid you entirely?

He wants this, and you’re on to him, giving him permission.

“Honey,” It’s caught somewhere between a sigh and a groan, an exhale of restraint and desperation all at once. He wishes he could at least pretend he’s half interested in this movie. “Don’t talk like that.”

Your brows draw together, eyes going wide as a child in the movie creeps through the house, headed for the master bedroom. Bloody sheets on the bed. A smashed plate on the floor. Jake’s hand gripping your hip. The child inches forwards, the music swells, a chill rushes down your back. In frame, the little girl rounds the edge of the bed and someone leaps out, bloodied and frenzied. Jake hasn’t been paying enough attention to gather who.

Neither one of you will care in a few moments.

The surprise makes you jolt, leaping up from your spot against Jake’s stomach, sitting upright all of a sudden, grabbing onto his forearm for support.

“It’s alright, cutie,” Jake breathes out in soft amusement, rubbing a heavy circle on your back. That’s the first thing he called you. When he’d seen you struggling to lift the icebox in the garage. Let me get that for you, cutie. And now, he has the nerve to pretend like it’s just you that has led the two of you here. “Maybe we should turn it off now, huh?”

Your heartbeat is already thudding in your ears and there’s no way you’ll be able to sleep after any of this. Fuck it. You turn, brace your palm against his shoulder, and take the dive.

Jake has thought about what those pretty lips feel like. Every time they stretch upwards into those pretty smiles, each time you sink your teeth into the bottom one. He should be prepared, in theory. Is there any way to prepare for something like this?

“Sweetheart…” Jake mutters against your lips, eyes screwed shut, hands reaching out for your hips. Pained, he gives a slow shake of his head. “Come on, we can’t do this.”

“But do you want to?” Your lips graze his. He feels the way you arch your back, knocking your chest into his, angling yourself in a way that just begs him to grab hold of your waist and drag you into his lap. You close your mouth, pecking softly at his still lips once more. “If you didn’t know my dad… you would. Right?”

Yes. Of course he would. He would be insane not to. He’s driving himself insane trying not to.

“But I do, and… and he trusts me.” Jake turns his head just slightly, but his hands reach for you. His big hands find your hips and grab onto them tight, hard. He just holds you right there. There’s got to be some kind of way he can regain some of the power here.

“I trust you.” You tell him, kissing his jaw tentatively. Delicate fingertips skim along the throbbing vein on the left side of Jake’s throat, reaching for the nape of his neck. Soft, slow kisses lead a trail to his earlobe, passing plains of stubble and angled bone. “I know you won’t hurt me, and I know you want me. It’s okay, Jake, I want you too.

“Fuck.” Jake swears, dropping his head forwards to rest against the curve of your shoulder. His fingers dig into your hips harder and harder. By the time Jake drags you forwards, his grip is so tight that you would have no choice but to follow. You fall into his lap, lips parted and eyes wide as Jake’s deep pine coloured eyes study your face.

You wait for him to speak again, but he doesn’t. Not for a long time. His fingers stretch up from your hips, reaching under the fabric of your tank top, extending across your bare abdomen. He stretches the brushed cotton further, taking it up with a gentle touch.

“Your father would kill me.” Jake muses as his fingertips graze the underside of your breasts, his eyes solely on your face. You smile back at him, only partly because your father is an airline pilot who couldn’t bench half of what Jake does on a good day.

“I won’t tell him if you don’t.”

Jake grits his teeth. It has started to rain outside now. That storm that channel four had promised is starting to roll in. The movie will be over soon. The rain will be the only sound on this entire street. This house is completely empty, beside the two of you. He exhales through his nose and pushes his hips up. He’s half-hard under you, and giving you another disapproving shake of his head.

“Little fuckin’ minx…” Jake curses you, his words fanning out across the span of your exposed neck, hot and cold all at once. “You get off on teasing me like this, or something?”

A smile works its way across those pretty lips. Jake could see more of that smile than he sees sunsets and he would still be pretty damn content. Your nails rake softly through the almost buzzed fade at the back of his head as you give a shake of your head.

“Well, it’s not teasing if we take care of it,” Your shoulders rise and fall in a soft shrug as Jake’s fingers trail further upwards, taking your tank top with them and exposing your breasts to the cool autumn air. The rattle of the air conditioning unit that your dad tells you not to mess with reminds you of the real culprit as your nipples harden and perk with the exposure. You lean back, bracing each of your hands on Jake’s knees, arching your chest out, letting Jake see the newly exposed skin. “If you’ll let me.”

His eyes are pretty when he smiles. When he’s staring at your tits, they’re hooded and hungry, a shade of green that threatens to draw you in and hold you captive. What a happy captive you would be. His hands grab at both of them at once, squeezing roughly at the supple flesh.

All at once, his mouth is on yours too. He’s sucking at your bottom lip, growling into your mouth. He smells of smoked wood and he tastes of scotch. It paints half of a picture. A lonely man sitting in his home alone on a Saturday night, burning a candle given to him by a girl half his age and drinking liquor older than he is himself.

You’re straddling his hips now, your bare thighs squeezing into the fabric of his grey sweatpants, pulling yourself closer with each hungry kiss. Jake’s touch is experienced, expert; he pinches softly at your nipple, anticipates the way your mouth will draw open in a soft gasp, and licks into your mouth the second that it does. He sucks softly at the tip of your tongue, revelling in the feeling of your soft breasts in his hands.

“Arms up.”

You’re such a good girl. The way that you comply with a wordless grin and bite at your lip once the tank top hits the floor has Jake in even more trouble than he was before. He kisses softly at the space between your tits, pushing them together in his hands, opening his mouth and pressing his tongue into your skin.

Men like boobs. Big boobs, small boobs — your shared gossip sessions with friends in college always led to the same conclusion, men don’t care. They bite, suck, grab regardless of size. It shouldn’t be anything new. But then Jake reaches your left nipple. His right hand palms at the underside as his tongue swipes in a circular motion, just before his lips clasp around the sensitive bud.

You know he’s watching you through those esurient green eyes, but you find yourself playing right into his capable hands anyway. Any leverage you may have had in seeming like his charms don’t work on you are washed away with the dulcet tone of your first moan. It spills from your lips, your nails pressing into the nape of his neck as Jake sucks expertly at the sensitive skin.

He pulls away with another ravenous exhale, something between a sigh and a groan. His hands feel heavy on your body as they paw at your chest with a capability you’ve never encountered before. His cologne is expensive and mature, a smokey blend that has you intoxicated and enthralled. His mouth is wet and eager, but oh, so slow as it explores the areas of you he has dreamt about.

The rain outside is growing heavier, like it’s learning to mimic the deepness of each of your breaths. The movie must have finished by now. Neither one of you is going to check.

His stubble prickles, rough and masculine, abrasive compared to the adept caress of his tongue. His right hand grabs forcibly at the nape of your neck, drawing the sweetest little squeak from your already open lips. You knew he would be better than the guys you’ve been with before, but not like this. He hasn’t even touched you yet.

Jake’s lips seem to pinpoint each and every nerve ending in your chest, sucking and licking at your skin through feverish kisses. The tenderness seeping away each time a breathy moan falls from your mouth, fanning out against his clothed shoulder. He pulls away from the top of your breast with his teeth, already knowing, in his years of experience, that that’s going to bruise.

Jake lifts his head, letting his eyes drift shut as you lean forwards and press your mouth to his neck. He can feel your nerves in your trembling fingertips, in the way your chest shivers when it brushes his, in the way your lips suck at his pulse point. But you’re doing so well. Dragging your lips along the length of his neck, biting softly at the skin just above his collarbone, feeling him shiver at the sensation.

“Off.” You demand, grabbing at the bottom of his t-shirt, feeling him grin against your jaw. He complies wordlessly, grabbing at the back of his shirt and yanking it over his head.

You’ve seen Jake shirtless plenty of times, wandering around his property or opening the front door without shame. You’ve always wondered what those muscles, that dusting of golden chest hair, would feel like up close. Forgetting that you’re being watched, your hands explore his toned torso. The line down the middle of his stomach, the sharp divide of his collarbones, the swell of his pecs.

“What’re you thinking?” Jake asks, brushing your hair back from your face tenderly, concern coating his features.

A bashful smile spreads across your cheeks as you watch your fingers ghost along the thick muscle of his shoulder. “That you’re really hot.”

Jake breathes out a chuckle, reaching up and grabbing at the back of your neck to cradle you against him as he pushes up from the couch and turns quickly, planting you on your back and covering your body with his.

“That smile is gonna get me in big trouble, sweetheart,” Jake wastes no time in pressing his mouth to your stomach, holding you by your waist as he sucks filthy kisses into your skin to mark his path downward. “You know that?”

“I know.” You answer back, just to tease him this time. Jake stops at your waistband as you giggle, looking up at you through hooded eyes with a devilish grin on his face. He drags his teeth across your hip, hooking his fingers into the sides of your shorts and tugging them down your legs.

“God, honey, you weren’t wearing panties this entire time?” Jake exhales, eye-level with the most intimate part of you and completely unashamed. Your mind fumbles for an answer, lips getting into position to finally respond when he leans forwards and licks a stripe through your soaked core. Then, he moans. His hands grab fistfuls of your soft waist and he goes in again, lapping hungrily at your excitement, groaning against your sensitive skin.

“O-Oh… Jake.” Your voice trembles, knees trying to press shut around Jake’s broad shoulders. He grabs firmly at your thigh, closing his lips loosely around your clit, flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud and making you jolt against him.

“Yeah, honey?”

“That feels really fucking good.” You tell him, closing your eyes finally.

“Attagirl. Just hold on, girlie, I’m gonna get you there.” He promises without once diverting from his apparent mission. If he’s as devoted to the Navy as he is to making you cum at this exact moment in time, the military is lucky to have him. You’re soaked, excitement pooling between your legs. Jake already knows he’s going to spend tomorrow cleaning this couch, and he wishes he cared enough to make better decisions.

“Look at this,” Jake breathes out as his gaze falls back down to rest between your legs. He couldn’t care less about the fucking couch. You swallow hard, practically aching for his touch. You’ve waited so long already. His index finger dips between your folds, his brows raise as he gathers your excitement on the tip of it. “Making such a fuckin’ mess for your old man’s best friend. Dirty fucking girl.”

He can’t see the way his words make you grin, but he can feel the way you reach for his hair and tug softly at those blonde roots, begging for more. He’s more than happy to give it to you. Jake groans against you, working his tongue in soft circles around the throbbing bundle of nerves. His eyes are still on you. Your eyes are closed — if you look him in the eyes then you’re going to get all embarrassed, and you’ll be damned before you let someone ruin how good this feels. Especially not yourself.

Jake’s hand trails up your naked torso, pawing at your rising and falling tits as you pant into the chilled air, sweat beading on your skin.

He’s gentle between your legs. More gentle than he could be. Pressing his stubbled mouth firmly against your core and working his tongue against you, each languid movement making you keen into him. The tip of his nose bumps your clit periodically. It feels like your head is spinning.

Dragging his mouth back up to your sensitive, throbbing clit, his free hand slides between your legs, he dips the tip of his index finger into you, then slides it in up to the knuckle and curls. Just testing the waters. It’s enough to earn him a moan, enough to have you grab a fistful of his short blonde hair, ensuring that he doesn’t get ahead of himself and lose pace with his mouth.

He slips his ring finger into you alongside his middle whilst his tongue works confidently along your core and back up to your clit. He lets go of your thigh and rests his forearm across your stomach, keeping you nice and still for him. Maybe he should feel ashamed of himself for how much he’s enjoying this.

All of those times he enjoyed the sound of your laugh, and sat with the afterthought of how much he’d enjoy the sound of your moans. It’s hard to be ashamed when it turns out he was right.

He scissors his fingers inside of you, making you gasp louder this time, pulling against him. You tug at his roots, he moans against your clit. You both shiver, and not because of that now thundering storm. Jake’s tongue flattens as he drags it along your core. He pulls his fingers from you and puts them immediately to work, taking over the pace on your clit, burying his face between your legs, curling his tongue into you.

Jake growls against you, his cock growing now uncomfortably hard in the confines of his sweats and his fingers and mouth switch places once again. After all the time he has waited, he doesn’t deny himself the pleasure of looking up at you, writhing at the feeling of him between your legs. All that does is make his sweats feel even tighter again. His fingers fuck into you mercilessly, curling and twisting, making you keen into his touch and arch your back and gasp all at once.

You cum with his name on your tongue and your fingers in his hair. The comedown feels like weightlessness. Jake doesn’t bother to ask if that’s the first time a man has made you feel like that, the adoration in your eyes as he comes in to kiss your mouth tells him everything he needs to know.

His mouth tastes like you, his chin is wet with your slick and his cock is straining against the grey cotton of his sweats, pressing in to your stomach. Jake’s fingers brush your hair back softly from your forehead, a sudden calmness in the green of his eyes as he studies the peaceful euphoric smile on your face.

“We don’t have to go any further—“

“Stop trying to be a gentleman.” You huff, lifting your head and kissing him hard, hooking your legs around his waist. Drawing him closer, you’re both painfully aware that the only thing stopping him from touching you is his sweats. “I want you.”

Jake pauses for a moment. Rain slams against the windows, and the television goes dark as it passes into standby mode. His hands squeeze softly at your waist, eyes darting downward at your naked body under his. He would be a damn idiot to say no to everything he has been fantasising about.

“You keep condoms here?” He breathes out.

Your eyes light up before him, gleaming with mischief. You give a confident nod of your head as a cunning little smirk spreads across your lips.

“There are some in my parents’ bathroom,” You can tell right away that he doesn’t like that idea, but that’s okay, option two was by far your favourite anyway. “Or, you could just cum in me. I won’t tell.”

“Jesus Christ.” Jake drops his head forwards to rest against your naked chest, panting out a dry laugh. His fingers bruise into your middle as he starts to consider the choices that have led him here. Once he feels composed enough to look you in the eye again, he lifts his head and squints seriously. “You did not just say that.”

“I want you to. I’m on birth control anyway.” Long gone is the nervous girl standing on his porch and asking him to fix her lights. There’s a devious, lustful look in your eye and Jake’s pretty damn sure there’s magic in that look. All he knows is that it could make him do just about anything you asked of him. “Please?”

Jake swipes his thumb along the curve of your jaw, studying the depths of your irises for just a moment. He leans forwards and kisses your bottom lip, sucking at the plush skin, pulling away with his teeth. You swallow as he sits back, pushes his sweats down his legs and frees his swollen cock. From under him, you’ve got the perfect view.

Every ridge and valley in those impossible abs, each follicle of hair that lines his tanned chest, trailing down below his navel and sitting neatly around his pubic bone, trimmed just as neatly as his navy-standard hair cut. His cock is a good size, considerable even when he’s got one of his large hands wrapped around its base. Wide too, throbbing red at the tip, bending just slightly to the left.

Just looking has your mouth running dry.

Fisting his cock, Jake sits back on his heels and lets his gaze fall down to your glistening core once again. He looks down at your pretty face, then lowers himself between your legs, pressing his chest into yours, kissing you dizzyingly hard.

“You want it?” Jake asks one last time.

“I want it.” You answer him, smiling softly back at him, squeezing your thighs around his hips.

You’re looking up at him with such trust in your eyes that Jake can barely stand it. His heart thuds in his chest as he guides the tip of his cock between your folds, hesitating just briefly. There’s already no coming back from this. There’s no way to make up for the things he has already done. You’re so special, and he wants this so bad.

Your mouth sucks softly at his throat, quiet, pleased sounds spilling from your lips as he grinds the tip of his cock against your sensitive clit. Jake kisses your shoulder softly, then lowers his head to rest there as he drags his cock down to your warm entrance. You gasp softly as he presses into you, pushing forwards until he’s buried and stretching you open completely.

“Oh,” You whimper against his earlobe, pressing your nails into the swell of his shoulder blade. “You feel really fucking big.”

“So fuckin tight.” Jake grunts, his throat thick with desire as he stills inside of you, thumbs bruising into your hips. “Sweet fucking girl. Feel like you’re made just for me.”

This makes you smile into the curve of his jaw, humming in soft agreement as he starts to slowly rock his hips. Lightning flashes outside of the window, and it doesn’t matter one bit. The rest of the world is a million miles away. In here, it’s just the two of you.

“Oh fuck,” Jake shivers, eclipsing your throat with his hand, pulling you in for a heavy kiss, licking into your mouth as he drags his hips back until it’s just the tip. You gasp sharply against him as he snaps his hips forwards until he’s buried into you completely once. “Fuck. You like that?”

“Yeah. I want it like that.” You whimper into his skin, hugging your legs tight around his hips. You moan eagerly against his lips, the sound catching in your throat as he squeezes at the sides of your neck and drives his hips forwards sharply, drawing an excited squeak from your parted lips.

Jake grunts, rocking himself into you hard and fast. He’s waited so long for this, and so have you. The way you’re clawing at his back makes him want to give it all to you. Leaving feverish kisses along your collarbones, he fills you over and over. You curl both legs tighter around his waist, leaning your head back as far as you can against the couch cushion to give his lips better access to your throat.

The living room is filled with the sounds of your sex. Your desperate moans, panting and hard. Jake’s pleasured grunts, muffled softly by the curve of your shoulder. His skin slapping yours. It smells like him, smoky and mature. Sweat beads along his back and his forehead as he keeps up that merciless pace, fucking you so hard that you couldn’t tell him your own name anymore.

Jake pulls back just enough to grab the backs of your thighs and pin them to your chest, hooking your knees over his shoulders, filling you even deeper than before, making you cry out.

“Jake!” You beg, babbling incoherently into the curve of his shoulder as he goes right back to the pace he set before. Fucking you hard and fast, scrambling your brain to the point that the only thing on your mind is the ravenous way he’s staring down at you.

Your walls are squeezing around him perfectly and the sounds you’re making are just driving him insane. It’s been a long time since Jake felt as crazy about someone as he feels about you. He pants into the crook of your neck as his fingers tug at your hair, making you moan out even louder.

“I’m gonna cum — fuck, honey,” Jake grunts out like he’s been punched, his eyes screwing shut as he reaches between your bodies and rubs uniformed circles around your clit. “Are you close? — Can you cum one more time for me?”

“Yeah,” You breathe out, already trembling as you squeeze your thighs tighter around him. “Just—“ You don’t have the words, so you just reach out and grab his hand. Jake swallows hard as you wrap his open hand around the column of your throat and look up at him with that big, trusting look in your eyes again.

He grits his teeth as he squeezes at the sides of your throat, watching your sweet face contort in pleasure. Your hand dips between your legs and replaces where Jake’s had been, rubbing feverish patterns on your clit. Your stomach tightens in knots, your breathing grows heavy and Jake’s cock drives into you at just about the perfect angle each time. You open his mouth to warn him, but it’s already too late. You couldn’t find the words if you tried.

All you can do is grab onto those thick shoulders and cry out his name against the salty skin of his neck. Jake slows just slightly, offering you some reprieve through your sensitivity. Trying to be a gentleman once again. The brain fog starts to clear, you lift your head and press your lips to your earlobe.

“Cum in me,” You pant out, grabbing his shoulder to steady yourself. Jake groans against your chest, nodding his head feverishly. “Just like that, Jake, please.”

He’s relentless, fucking your through the sensitivity of your post-orgasm haze hard enough that grabbing onto those broad shoulders is the only thing that keeps you down to earth with him. Jake groans desperately. He wraps an arm under your back and pulls you as tight against him as physics will allow. You gasp softly, taking your lip between your teeth as he fills you, his cock throbbing against your walls. He seeks out your lips and kisses you hard, somehow more desperate now.

“Fuck, honey…” Jake breathes out, pressing a lazy kiss to the curve of your jaw. He makes no effort to move at first. “You alright?”

“Better than alright.” You answer contentedly, a soft smile toying at your lips as lightning flashes outside once again. Jake chuckles tiredly, lifting his head and kissing your lips.

He sighs, moving slow as he slips out of you and looks down at his cum dripping from between your legs.

“Oh, shit!” You realize, sitting up quickly and trying to reach around Jake for something to clean it with. He hooks an arm around your waist and pulls you tight against him. Truthfully, from the moment that you had laid your head on Jake’s abs, you hadn’t thought once about the consequences of fucking him right here in this spot.

“Forget it, I’ll — I’ll fix this,” He tells you calmly, already regretting that he’s going to have to live with what he has done on this couch. “Come on, cutie. Let’s go take a shower.”

It’s clear that this is foreign territory for you. Not the sex, but what comes after. He didn’t get up and leave. He didn’t run away with regret for what he did. He ran soap across your body and found your pyjamas for you.

You swallow softly, walking to sit on the edge of your bed. Jake runs a hand along his stubbled jaw as he lingers in the doorway to you room. You can’t help but notice that he got dressed again. Including his shoes. He looks you over, sitting there in fresh pyjamas, staring at him with that worried little look on your face.

He hasn’t ever seen your room here. It’s probably the one room in the house he has never been in. He’s been wondering what it’s like.

But that isn’t why he’s standing there. He sighs softly and crosses his arms over his chest.

“I should go — I mean, Ace is over there by himself.” Jake says quietly. You nod at him. You should probably say something too, but truthfully, not all of your words seem to have come back into your mind yet. “Are you coming with me?”

“Huh?”

“Well, I don’t wanna leave you over here by yourself after that weird ass movie.” Jake answers you with a shrug of his shoulders. “I figured you could just spend the night. If you want.”

Your mouth twitches at the corners as you push yourself up from the edge of your bed, nodding eagerly at him. You’ve got eleven days until your parents get back in town, and Jake permitting, you’re planning on making the most of that.

…

#jake hangman seresin #Jake hangman Seresin smut #Jake hangman Seresin x reader #Jake hangman Seresin x y/n #Jake hangman Seresin x you #Jake Seresin #Jake Seresin fic #Jake Seresin smut #Jake Seresin x you #Jake Seresin x y/n #Jake Seresin x reader #dbf!Jake

[prozac]

In a timeline perpendicular to our own, magic and science exist as a co-binding force of the Universe.

On Earth, with a history which crosses through our own for a few hundred years, an influx of magiactive material has reigned havoc on the magical ecosystem of the planet. With this material powerful countries have begun to make nuclear weapons, using the cover of technological & magical progress as excuse. The Soviet Union & The United States of America are in a tense and quiet standoff wherein tensions have begun to bloom a flower of magiactive Armageddon.

Four games follow this timeline...

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i MURDERS OF SAN FRANCISCO

The first game takes place in the midst of the standoff – 1983, San Francisco. A detective named Maximillian Talon gets him, his unwanted partner (Sophi Sophie), and his secretary (Fair Jackson) fired for looking into a serial murderer plaguing the area and targeting “Spellbound” (those who practice spellcasting - witches, wizards, sorcerers, etc) communities, their magical items stolen. Talon and his 2 associates continue to look into the murders as the wealthy daughter of one of the victims pays them handsomely – though they have to keep their operation as under wraps as possible.

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ii DAYO FLAVIEN’S OFF DAYS

Just a couple years after the war had ruined both The Soviet Union, the USA, and the rest of the world, the small town of Newgull, Wyoming has found itself relatively unbothered – for the most part. The summer of 1993 is when Dayo Flavien, his fellow student tutor (Delilah), and her best friend (Vanni) decide to look into the unsolved case from earlier that year in which one of their very boring teachers suddenly went missing. They end up breaking into his house and discovering a chip of a “Ghost Rock” , a stone that is made of the pure hardened Soul. Before they all head off to college after the summer ends, they want to figure out what a powerful magical artifact is doing here, and who could be after it.

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iii GHOSTIES!

As the world continues to recover, Tai’s little brother goes missing in the year of 2002. In 2003, their parents decide to move houses. An aspiring paranormal investigator themself, they decide to do a small “investigation” into the house their parents are buying; to their surprise, they discover a rip in reality made by a stuck Soul. Both them and the Soul fall into The Below (the supposed Afterlife). Now stuck away from Earth, Tai and their new ghost friends (Payton & Niall) decide to help them get back to Earth, and maybe even get back themselves – but in order to do this they have to avoid hungry Souls who would love to become living again.

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SUNRISE HIGH AND THE EXPERIMENT 203

In 2013, an Unknown Person wakes up in the historical museum and library known as The Sunrise, in the infirmary wing. They do not know who they are and where they are from. Not too long after their wake, they are accepted into a large friendgroup that revolves around two troublemakers and Archivists-In-Training, Seymour and Scotty. Their appearance at the museum begins a chain of events that will rewrite the nature of reality as we, and they, know it.

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...After the third and final Failure.

#SRHE203 #SRHE203 Summaries #Reposting! I changed some stuff teehee #<- not the basic info tho so

[blackstonegames]

The Gang

MC You have returned to your hometown of Hollow Point after graduating college, right before you start your new job in the city. You had always been an outcast, shunned by most of the townspeople based solely on the reputation of the father you never met, and coming back here has brought up some painful memories. As the bodies pile up and the murders shake the town to its core, suspicious eyes and pointing fingers all seem to be directed at you. The killer has developed some sort of fixation with you - are you being set up? Or are you just another pawn in this psycho's sick game? Either way, the Hollow Point Killer wants something from you, and you can't rest - or run - until you find out what it is.

Kimberly "Kim" Williams (M/F) (Romanceable) Kim, who has been your friend since elementary, carefully hides their families wealth under layers of eyeliner and unwashed black t-shirts. Kim's natural cynicism has only been sharpened after spending a few years in New York, scrounging up gigs and developing a following who only throw beer at the stage by request. Kim's return to town has neatly coincided with your own, and although they are interested in finding out the killer's identity, it's hard to tell if this comes from a place of altruism, or the press that would come from stopping a killer in their tracks.

Ashley "Ash" Gellar (M/F) (Romanceable) You knew Ash before you knew the alphabet, and their steadfast nature has never wavered. not even after getting a free ride scholarship to an Ivy League school. Raised by their grandparents, Ash has returned to Hollow Point to help on their farm, before heading to the drudge of law school. Still, despite the comparisons to a mild-mannered alter ego, Ash is determined to find - and stop - the Hollow Point killer, to bring justice to the victims, and to clear your name, and they will break any rules in order to do it.

Payton Price (M/F) (Romanceable) Payton has been your roommate for the past four years, rarely arguing over who cleans the bathroom or takes the trash out. Payton was eager to join you on your trip, desperate for a glimpse at small town Americana that they had never seen before, and was thrilled - internally, of course - that they had fallen right into the centre of a bloody summer spree killing. Although at times abrasive, and prone to jumping the gun, Payton's desire to find the truth, and possibly write a best-seller about it, ensures that they will do whatever it takes to bring down the Hollow Point Killer.

Blair Thomas (M/F) Despite Blair being an essential part of your friend group since the early days, you are not the only one to have lost contact with them. A deeply troubled past, and problems with drug abuse have meant that your soft-spoken yet tenacious Blair has fallen off the map for the past six months, and none of you know where to even begin looking for them. Despite this, your group has taken comfort in pretending Blair is still in this mess with you, offering up the advice that they would have given, making the plans they would. Although it goes unspoken, you all hope that the media attention from the killer might draw Blair home, but then a part of you hopes that they stay somewhere safe.

Note: Player's can choose she/her or he/him pronouns for The Gang, and pursue romance with these characters if they wish. Depending on certain choices, romances may lead to explicit sexual scenes, but players can choose to not engage with these, have the scene fade to black, or read the scene in full. Player's should also know that romance and friendship aren't guaranteed - if you treat your friends/partners poorly, they will respond in kind, and in some cases will lose trust in you.

#hollow point #hosted games #interactive fiction #creative writing #horror #writing #90's horror

[peonyblossom]

im flipping that question back around on you. what are your post hs headcanons for the hss prime gang?

ooh yay i love this hehehe

Lola (MC): goes to college for political science/pre-law. once she graduates from college she goes to law school, focusing on environmental law

Payton: (as per choices hss canon) takes a gap year to travel with her sister (my own hc) after which she goes to school to become a veterinarian

Autumn: goes to an art school and majors in studio arts with a minor in photography

Juilan: (as per choices hss canon) gets a football scholarship to Ohio State University where he studies physical therapy

Ezra: (ignoring choices hss canon) goes to the same art school as Autumn and studies music performance and writing.

Wes: goes to college to study criminal law and he and Lola end up going to the same law school after undergrad hehe

Mia: does cheerleading in college where she studies business and becomes an entrepreneur (of what exactly i'm not sure lol)

Katherine: also goes to art school with Autumn and Ezra (I DON'T WANT TO BREAK THE GROUP UP I'M SORRY) and majors in playwriting with a minor in music

Nishan: goes to college to study aerospace engineering and ends up working for NASA

Sakura: (as per choices hss canon) goes to the same university as Nishan and majors in computer science (as per my own hc) and minors in digital art, eventually creating her own video game

Koh: right out of high school she goes to trade school to become a mechanic bc it's less expensive than college. after working as a mechanic for a few years, she decides to go back to school and is pre-med before going to med school.

Kallie: again, same arts school as the other artists and majors in creative writing

#answered #high school story #high school story prime

[angstyaches]

WIP Ask Game

I was tagged by @tiny-loves-rubs, thank you, Tiny! I love an excuse to talk about my WIPs because I have an inconceivable number of them.

Tagging @tomato-sickfics / anyone else who feels like it!

Post the names of the files of your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you asks with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it. If you want, tag as many people as you have WIPs.

You’re all about to see how much of a mess my head is. Proceed at your own risk.

Here goes! I’m just going to pop them down in alphabetical order. There are a few more on my other laptop, but this is basically every word document I’ve ever opened to start writing something for my blog OCs (impulse control? I don’t know her), most of which are either abandoned, retconned, or condemned to some future storyline that I’ll eventually reach.

I’m censoring titles that are either too spoiler-y or which contain triggering topics.

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after we*****

a**** f*** charlie reaction

a**** f*** charlie shayne fight

a***** f*** lilith shayne elliott

a***** f*** memories

autumn hunger

autumn sleepy

back there

beach shayne and charlie

beauty

call

captivity

captured au

casual caretaking shayne

chaarlie and patrick

charlie and jon

charlie and mikey kiss

charlie and shayne kiss in the garden

charlie bug again

charlie bug next day

charlie drunk angst

charlie goes to visit jon

charlie headaches early days

charlie homoph****

charlie kink

charlie migraine

charlie panic belle

charlie runs into mikey

charlie shayne k***** arc

charlie sick

charlie sickkk

charlie soft

Charlie talks while kissing

charlie whumper

Charlie work panic attack aquarium

Charlie’s fears

Christmas 2021 henry bug

claudette a*******

claudette sad

d and h reading

danette

Dani sickfic

demon hunting

demon research and shayne hunger

demon school AU 2

demon school AU

Did you study for this

Donnacha comfort

donnacha first date with josh

donnacha 

dragged back

dream

early days elliott wants to help felix

eliott first meets shayne

elliott beach

elliott first meets shayne (?)

Elliott hand of orion

elliott steals little shayne

exam results

fee and shayne in the car

fee elli meet (AutoRecovered)

feel elli meet

felix and elliott dance drabble

felix and shayne talk about patricia

felix crying

felix grief

felix origin

felix over indulges on blood

felix sleepy

felix transformation

felix transformation2

first date

frost bite 2

go to him part 4

grave

henry agoraphobia

henry donnacha fluff

henry donnacha hunger

henry donnacha whump

henry drunk

henry panic attack

henry trauma

Hi

homoph****

i don’t even know

idk

ingrid mentions the boxes

ingrid picks up shayne

jealous felix

kazu hunger

kazu origin

k***** arc part one

kissing

little mnster

look at me

lucy and henry rewrite 2

lucy and henry rewrite

Lucy asks Henry to live with her

madame a’s stuff

Mikey and CHarlie

mikey

mitch and shayne

mitch bastian first date

mitch bastian meet

mitch ed

mitch hunger

mitch sick

more shayne angst

more shayne x charlie random

morning after lovely

mothers day

name change and keys

nancy and ryan

nancy ryan meet

nancy

Oranges

pancakes

Payton angst hunger

payton dragon

photo

pillow

PLOT the devines take *******

post-grad hangover

pplate food

praise

radioactive butterflies

random  payton x autumn early days

random sad shayne

recaptured au

rescue

rin and charlie talk at school

rin college exhaustion

rin secret santa

Rin visits shayne and three

rin visits shayne

sacrifice au

shayen and ingrid

shayen remembers dahlia didn’t eat

shayen teases charlie (*i can’t believe how often I mistype his name, good lord)

shayne ace

shayne aldridge au

shayne aldridge

shayne and charlie angst

Shayne and charlie both sick

shayne and charlie christmas 2021 notes

shayne and charlie demon world

shayne and charlie talk in the training room

shayne and felix plot

Shayne and Lilith

Shayne and Ryan bad news

shayne and three

shayne and trish

shayne angst storyline

shayne anniversary birthday

shayne anniversary grave

shayne anniversary tree

shayne arrives at townhouse

shayne beach

shayne car

shayne charlie early days

shayne charlie first date

shayne charlie funeral

shayne charlie lucy meet up

shayne cherry coke

shayne college

shayne ed2

shayne ed

shayne elli fee car

shayne elliott and fee

shayne elliott

shayne exhaustion college au

shayne falling asleep at charlie’s

shayne falling asleep on charlie’s bed

shayne felix walk

Shayne first week with aldridges

shayne gazes at charlie

Shayne grief redrafting

shayne grief

shayne hunger

shayne hungerr

shayne ingrid

shayne maybe

shayne misses charlie

shayne mulberry

shayne nausea in bed

shayne nervous

shayne nightmare alone

shayne not feeling good

shayne one of the worst follow up

shayne overeats

shayne panic at aldridges

shayne plans on k****** m***

shayne prepares to see charlie again

shayne random opening up and pr*******

shayne randoms

shayne recovering

shayne runs into Lucy

shayne sick alone

shayne sick in sleep

shayne sick school

shayne sit ups

shayne stays the night

shayne stomach ache

shayne stress

shayne talks about loving charlie

Shayne talks to Three about his anxiet1

Shayne talks to Three about his anxiet2

Shayne talks to Three about his anxiety

shayne teasing charlie

shayne trish f****** mads

shayne waits for felix and elliott

shayne with charlie’s parents

shayne’s breakdown a year before repeating

shayne’s first week

silas meets shayne

sleep

sleepy charlie

SMOL

some random bits

start maybe

stay

supermarket

therapy

three (AutoRecovered)

three

townhouse sleepover

trying

vincent

wallis and nancy

wallis boat

wedding

wtf

Edit: wait, sorry, there’s more, in other folder. This one, I named “New September 2022″

charlie migraine anon inspired

shayne fear when charlie g*** c*******

lilith complains about nadya

lilith comforts blake

meet shayne and charlie rewrite

shayne in the mask

beach drabbles:

beach seashell

beach shayne and charlie2

shayne charlie drinking game

shayne charlie drinking game2

summer Elliott

requested WIPs:

charlie drunk angst part two rowan request

shayne recovering from chest infection

Madame A’s

astrophel comes out to nancy

astrophel overworked

blake and lilith f**** k***

blake and rex and lilith

blake confesses to lilith

Blake couldn

blake curse

blake fire

blake leaves for summer magic school

blake panic attack

Blake

Lilith brushed their hair to one side

Lilith

performance evaluation

Rex and Oli announce their engagement

rex angst

rex hungover

#WIP stuff #blog stuff #tag game #Flickposting

[visualnovelzombie]

Furry Visual Novel Book Club: Echo Week 12 - VERSION B

Hi everyone, here is the SPOILER FREE discussion post for “Echo - Leo’s Saturday - Check His Phone”

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We begin this week with a decision. For the spoiler version I’ll be covering both versions as there’s only slight variants, and for the spoiler free version I will be splitting the two options into different posts. I recommend waiting until the end of the route before reading the other choice (or even just checking out the other version of the post!)

Leo has a few texts from Chase at college that are pinned… Chase goes to more recent messages reading one where Leo is arguing with Flynn about the whole ‘thing’ being planned but doesn’t think to much of two bickering. The next conversation is from Carl, the Ram asking when they’re going to hang out. Leo said Chase was to busy… but that the wolf never asked him. Chase also sees that Leo planned the high school trip. Jenna is asking if Leo is avoiding her… The text with Tj has Leo outright lying to the lynx, that Chase was sad and didn’t want to hang out.

That they’ll figure it out tho! … Chase sees a spider

Chase falls asleep and a nightmare sequence plays. He wakes up outside and reminiscences on the same feeling from when he was in boy scouts when he was younger. He then ‘realizes’ he’s ‘actually’ outside and starts to worry about HOW. Branches stab into him and Chase remembers the story about the man who failed to jump the train. Chase eventually discovers that he’s in the train-yard and is able to calm down a bit, being somewhere he at least knows. Something starts to shift around in the train car and Chase begins to back away. A large ‘thing’ lunges at Chase from the darkness and the otter runs away from the presence.

A monster crushes Chase, choking him until he wakes up gasping for air. Leo comforts him and asks what he dreamed about. Chase admits he can’t remembers. Leo goes to make Chase some tea and before falling asleep, Chase finds leaves and dirt in the bed near his feet...

An odd and foreboding event..

The next morning Chase reads over text from Leo, the wolf saying he’ll be back home in a bit from work.Chase wants to confront Leo...

Chases heads off to complete his project but notices that the town is eerily silent, electricity in the air. Chase then immediately forgets about his project and starts chatting with Kudzu, who was outside working on his lawn. The raccoon offers to show Chase an old pump to film and the two set off. During the exchange on the way to the pump, Chase calls into question Leo’s real motives for the trip.

Come Over begins to play as the two walk down the road together... Kudzu reveals he works in Echo at the town hall and doesn’t travel to Payton regularly. Chase is extremely rude AND nosey and asks Kudzu about what happened in Payton. Kudzu asked why Chase even cares.

Kudzu reveals that a person he lived with was killed in a incident of gun violence... A half awkward moment later and the two arrive at the pump. Chase films while Kudzu fills the piss quota for the route by pissing into some nearby bushes. The camera’s battery is low and Kudzu runs to fetch a spare while Chase continues to film. Chase hears light gagging and follows the sound through the brush, stumbling into a trailer nestled into the trees and a clearing. 

Chase thinks he sees a dead body hanging from a tree, his first instinct to film it. After gathering his senses he stops and notices that it’s Clint, the ring-tail being hung from the tree, feet slightly off the ground. Clint tries to warn Chase away.

A large and naked bear appears from the clearing, Clint going quite at his arrival. He immediately notices Chase. The bear has a high-pitched voice, his intentions clearly BDSM related. Chase begins to back up as the bear slowly approaches. Upon reaching the end of the clearing Chase looks back at Clint has a brief flashback to when he was young, catching the ring-tail huffing something from rag. Chase makes it back to the pump where Kudzu waits, the otter hurrying the two away from the clearing.

Chase relays the information to Kudzu, who realizes that the bear is probably the town’s local meth dealer, Brian. Chase assumes that Clint is trading sexual favors for drugs and feels bad for Clint…

The pair arrive at the school to film, Duke watching them from a distance for a while. Leo texts Chase to meet him at the diner and Kudzu and Chase part ways, just as Chase’s phone dies. Chase wonders if he should bring up the THING now… if he can even trust Leo again.

Chase makes it to the diner before Leo and does some introspection about the trip.

Chase wonders if getting back to old habits is really what’s going to help him... or if he got what he really wanted...

Their friend group wont move on, wont face what’s been dragging them down... Before Chase can think two much on the circumstance, Leo barges into the diner.

Quiet begins to play. Chase confronts Leo, the wolf clearly nervous. Chase admits he looked at his phone, the wolf becoming defense, realizing what Chase saw. Leo appears to have a small breakdown, refusing to engage the conversation. When Leo realizes him being sad wont wash things over he becomes angry with Chase.

Leo excuses his behavior due to Chase’s actions three years ago. Leo screams, Chase used to the ‘tantrums’

Janice stumbles into the room. The coyote is haggard and disheveled, something clearly wrong with her.

Janice asks about the yelling as Neutral begins to play. The pair try head out but Janice insists they stay. Chase is upset that he hadn’t noticed the town getting crazier and a crazier, afraid that Leo was going to let him move back in when it was getting worse

The two see Tj jogging in the town before Janice returns.Chase realizes something is very wrong with TJ and goes to help… just as Duke pull up to the diner. Janice intercepts the weasel, seemingly ignoring the gun as they bicker.

Huh I wonder what that could all be about...

Duke drops Janice, shooting her several times. Leo covering Chase with his body trying to protect him. Duke orders Leo away from Chase as he tells the pair what he’s after. Brian walks in and zip-ties Leo’s hands together under Duke’s command. Just as Duke gives Chase a commander, he shoots at the ceiling. 

While Brian and Duke are distracted by an apparent apparition on the ceiling, Chase is met with a decision…

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And this is where we end for the week… as things calm down from me pouring out my heart over small character interactions and more complicated setups due to the spoiler/non spoiler nature, we’ll be picking up the pace til the end of the route! SLIGHT spoilers but this choice is ‘unimportant’ so I’ll be sure to cover both. 

Also SLIGHT spoilers but the next choice after that is a small game-over like in Carl’s Route, so be sure to save your game by going back one line once you get there (I’ll cover both options!)

We’ll be reading till the line “Leo: He told me you were down here. Come on.”

It’s a HEFTY chunk, about the size of the last part of Carl’s route. But it’ll help finish this route in two weeks instead of three, and also cuts better with the rise and fall of tension we’re gonna have going on…

Until next week everyone ~

#zombie book club #furry visual novel book club #echo vn #echovn #echo project #echoproject #echo visual novel #echovisualnovel

[gutsfics]

what are your headcanons for the hss prime characters after high school? who goes to college? what do they major in? for any that don't go to college, what do they do instead? any post-high school romance hcs? anything else you want to share?

ok so first of all, my prime world takes place begining in 2014, with Simon being a sophmore when he becomes a student at Berry High so he & most of the other main characters graduate in 2016, with choices hss taking place the year after in 2017, so the only prime students still attending Berry High during the events of choices hss are Mia and Katherine (also pb was wrong for breaking them up and never putting Katherine in choices 💞)

as for majors/the futures of these characters (in no particular order) (also not all of these r as thought out as others) (also also im not doing every a-lister or whatever the fuck hss prime calls them. thats too much man. if u wanna know about em ask about em seperately):

Ezra would take a few courses at a community college so he has at least a little college experience before he signs back on with.... whatever record label the band had signed on w in the story i forgor. he plays guitar for Lisa Valentine and also has his own solo career, but every now and then Kingslayer will put out an album together when they all have the time to. he marries Wes in Vegas while on tour to give Wes an alibi for something, but they've had feelings for each other for a while. Eventually Simon joins their relationship & the three of them raise a kid together

Payton would get a degree in communications and become an events coordinator. every time a friend (from high school or otherwise) says they want to have some kind of event, she always tries to plan it for free or discounted but they convince her to take the money lol also she and her partner are foster parents!!!

for Koh, i love how in choices she decides to do premed in community college!! i think she eventually does her residancy at Edenbrook, where the only attending she respects is one Dr Baxter Lucafont, for the time they stole from a big pharma company to help a paitent that wasn't even their's (also all the doctors that helped them pull it off, but in a different way). also Zaid and Esme. i can see them being friends lol

Kallie gets a degree in library science and becomes a capital L Librarian in Boston, where she and Koh reconnect & start dating <3

also like in choices canon (but this was mentioned in prime a few times as well) Wes' intention is to go to law school and study criminal justice, but it kind of... takes a while for him to do it. while he's in community college for undergrad, he just kind of gets an antsy feeling that he could be doing things to help people now instead of waiting around to get a degree, so he drops out for a bit to do what he can, even if it isnt technically """legal""". he starts looking back into it after he and Ezra get married, but he pauses again when they (+ Simon) have their kid bc he doesn't want to be the kind of dad that his own father was. he does go back to community college during this time, but he does as much of it as he can online so he can be a sahd until their son is old enough to not need him around so much. then he fucking kills it in law school (he doesnt go to one of those fancy schmancy ivy leauges though, just a state university) and becomes an associate at Ricci, Lee, Tanaka

Julian gets a scholarship to do football in college, and while he is good enough to be scouted for professional teams, he isn't sure if its what he wants to do beyond school. he's always been Macho Football Boy, but he's not sure if that's all he wants to be forever, yknow? like he's smart. not Nishan, straight a's, 4.0 gpa smart but he's never at risk to lose his scholarship bc his acedemics are too low. i might change my mind on it later, but i think he might get a degree in physical education (& he's good at it. none of that "run the mile. no i wont tell you how to stretch or keep yourself from hurting yourself. just go as fast as you can" bs, he actually teaches his students how to work out safely and correctly, bc working out can be fun if you know what you're doing)

Autumn would go at Hollywood U, bc while it is mostly a film school, it does have some very good classes in the classical arts and photography. i don't have much of an idea of what she'd do beyond that though. its Autumn! what else is there to say. (also my version of Autumn isnt whitewashed to hell and back like she is by the time she's in choices ill forever be mad about that)

Mia would become a manager. Ezra's manager! i think she'd get her degree at HWU as well. she and Katherine would take a breif break from dating each other but ultimately they'd get married. no kids, but they are the Cool Aunts to their friends kids

Katherine would double major in English and Music and become a playwrite professionally. Mia is her manager as well <3 sometimes she and Ezra will collab on a musical together

Nishan will get as many STEM degrees as fast as he can. dude has like 5 phds and hasnt slept since high school. he eventually gets an author husband who he met online bc said author husband was curious about how some science thing worked so he could write it correctly for a science fiction novel. i literally just invented his author husband so i know nothing about him yet. but i did misspell the word "him" so i think his name will be Jim

Sakura gets a degree in computer science and starts her own indie video game company. its very successful

Ace gets into an ivy league college and gets a degree in political science, then works his way up from local politics to national politics. he's still trying to get Simon to run for president.

Max also gets a football scholarship at the same college as Julian, but he stays with football professionally though. i think he'd be at risk to losing the scholarship due to grades bc he was able to coast through high school thanks to Dad Principal so he enlists Julian to help him. Julian eventually begrudgingly agrees and they tolerate each other until graduation. at some between starting college and graduating, he and Simon will end up back in Cedar Cove together and become.... well friends with benefits isnt the right term because theyre not friends. i think he'd fall for Simon but Simon would be like "ummm.no" and cut the relationship off there

Kara goes to HWU and becomes an actress. at first she and Autumn mostly just ignore each other bc while she stopped bullying her they're not exactly friends. until they get paired up for a project they both have a class in & gradually become friends. and then girlfriends.

and now Simon. my guy. my boy. Si-guy. Slimeon. my son. he graduates high school a little early so he can focus on his gymnastics career and go to the Olympics. he does really good. good enough to place bronze his first year. but also his first year compeating, he breaks his foot real bad about half way through his routine. he doesnt realize until someone points it out to him though, he thinks he just landed a little funny and pulled a muscle. during the time his foot is healing is when he and Max have their weird little gay thing and also he decides that he doesn't want to keep doing gymnastics professionally. it was fun, but he's ready for something else now. he kind of just does whatever he wants, from working in haunted houses, to acting, to joining Ezra on tour and playing the violin during some concerts. mostly though he's Wes and Ezra's trophy boyfriend and dad #3 to their son

and i think thats everyone? lol lmao

#high school story prime #high school story #oc: Simon Klein

[whisperingpineslog]

The first few posts here will be what's already been done before starting the blog.

First up: The main characters!

Character info sheets below the cut

Pizookie Strawberry Crème

Pronouns: They/he

Holiday color scheme: Yule

Philosophy:

If I'm destructive in private, then no one will have a reason to be scared.

When they find out and send me away, I can't help but return

Gender: Agender but doesn’t mind being perceived as masculine

Orientation: Aroace: Quoiromantic, Sex averse

Occupation: Tech witch

Personality: Doesn’t like seeing others in pain, Loves finding ways to be secretly chaotic towards people that treat them badly, Has an intense need for knowledge about computers (especially human ones), Impulsive, Quite, Down to earth, Destructive when overstimulated

Backstory: 

Pizookie and their siblings were born at a tech shop as a normal rabbit. The owner and her daughter took care of them until they started noticing Pizookie's strange behavior. (and Pizookie wasn't growing) A vet did some xrays and concluded Pizookie had a genetic disorder that would make their bones grow wrong and would kill them. The vet also concluded their siblings all probably had it too. Being low on funds the shop owner opted to put the bunnies down by shotgun.

Pizookie manages to escape with a couple of siblings. (though they have scars from being shot at)

The three wonder the forest for a time before being discovered by the strawberry creme coven. The siblings don't make it and are buried with tree clippings in their chests in the graveyard of trees. over the years the tree in their chests grows. 

The coven (comprised completely of other animals turning human as they age) teach them kitchen witchery as well as giving them their amulet.

Amulets for witches limits their focus on tasks. Taking it off results in total concentration and eventually the thought absolutely consumes them. Thinking of nothing else and their needs will be ignored. Slowly their appearance turning to look more like their magic type.

Pizookie routinely goes back to the shop though they think they're drawn to the technology there.

Payton [insert last name here]

Pronouns: any

Holiday color scheme: Samhain

Philosophy: 

If I hide what's wrong with me, then no one will have a reason to leave.

When they find out, there's no reason to for me to stay

Gender: Genderfluid

Orientation: Aroace: Quoiromantic, Apothisexual

Occupation:  Costume design student

Personality: Typically coming off as happy and kind of hyper, a little bit TOO much at times, Excitable, Creative, Secretive about himself, Cares too much about what others think, afraid that if he doesn’t act normal they’ll abandon him again, Scatterbrained (typically doing things out of order)

Backstory: 

Payton was diagnosed as schizoaffective in high school. Someone gets brutally murdered in town right before Payton is sent to a mental hospital. This convinces everyone Payton killed the guy. Police come to talk to them while in the hospital with their parents. Payton is ruled out as a suspect pretty quickly after realizing Payton had been under constant surveillance since before the murder. Payton gets out a few months later but of the few friends that are willing to be in the same room look genuinely terrified.  Payton tries to explain what happened but that just pushes everyone left away. Payton goes into crisis mode again because of this. The rest of high school was spent in the hospital, though they manage to get a GED and apply to college. Slowly, family stopped visiting. On the day they got out, they were very excited to tell their family about getting better and getting into college. However, no one showed to get them. Any phone call that went through just ended with a laugh or a grunt and calling Payton delusional. It was clear their family thought they would spend the rest of their life in the hospital. Payton was homeless until college started. Their new roommates thought Payton was a little odd but nothing dangerous. Until Payton couldn't hide it anymore and told the roommates. At first, they were a little on edge but one day they disappeared.

#chracter design

[molsons112000]

So this chemical tells the brain.It's full to keep you from overeating and it helps with energy for the brain helping with cognitive function..

These are the six weight loss drugs that currently exist and they have side effects. The information provided will better help fine tune drug therapy to handle eating issues....

"There are currently six Food and Drug Administration-approved medications for weight management, but they often come with side effects."

"Feeling full, or satiated, after a meal is healthy and normal, but what causes that feeling is complicated and not well understood. New University of Arizona-led research published in the journal Molecular Metabolism has identified a brain region and neural circuitry that mediate satiation, which could help scientists better target drugs to treat eating disorders or manage weight."

This piece goes into the different chemicals that are produced in the body related to eating.

See obesity is a compounding effect. So when you gain weight, it prevents you from producing the chemicals to tell the body it's full. So the more weight you gain, it is easier to gain more weight you because you won't overeat. Because the body does not produce many of the chemicals needed to tell the brain that the stomach is full. so obesity causes a suppression of this feedback system of the body causing you to get fatter...

: William Payton

The Conversation

https://theconversation.com/obesity-dampens-the-brain-signal-that...

Obesity dampens the brain signal that makes us feel full

Treating Obesity

Our Study

Next Steps

Obesity is a serious risk to both physical and mental health, increasing the likelihood of heart disease, high blood pressure, diabetes and even some types of cancer. It is these health risks that often prompt obese or overweight individuals to modify their diet and lose weight. But the experien

"People who fasted and then received an injection of the hormone, called PYY3-36, 2 hours before an open buffet ate about one-third less than when they didn’t get the hormone. And young mice receiving twice-daily injections of the hormone over a week showed suppressed appetites and far less wei"

"These and other findings reported in the Aug. 8 Nature suggest that studies of PYY3-36 could lead to new ways of treating obesity and eating disorders. “It’s a pretty potent appetite inhibitor,” says Stephen R. Bloom of Imperial College in London, who led the work."

So dopamine is triggered twice and sent to the brain first When you start chewing, then when the food reaches the stomach. This is why eating is something people turn to when feeling stressed or sad. Women have a higher rate of depression and so to fight depression women are more likely to overeat. Eating disorders interfere with this production of dopamine. This is my assumption. That's why we get Bolimia and anorexia.

"With the help of a new positron emission tomography (PET) technique we developed, we were not only able to find the two peaks of dopamine release, but we could also identify the specific brain regions that were associated with these releases," says senior author Marc Tittgemeyer, head of the Institute's Translational Neurocircuitry Group"

This chemical tells your brain.The stomach is empty and you can iname it.The production of this chemical slowing down appetite desire....

Cleveland Clinic

https://my.clevelandclinic.org › 22...

Ghrelin Hormone: Function and Definition

Apr 21, 2022 — Ghrelin is a hormone your stomach produces and releases. It signals your brain when your stomach is empty and it's time

This is why junk food is so addictive Because it creates great amount of dopamine to the brain when you eat it...

RMIT University

https://www.rmit.edu.au › sep › fi...

Five ways junk food changes your brain

When we eat junk foods the reward circuits within our brains activate and release the chemical dopamine.

Here we get into how diet affects brain health and mental function. Talking about mirrors and nutrients to the brain.

Newly described influences of dietary factors on neuronal function and synaptic plasticity have revealed some of the vital mechanisms that are responsible for the action of diet on brain health and mental function.

How brain signaling tells you what to eat.

Eating too much?

You can blame your brain.

How brain signaling drives what you eat. (And what to do about it).

Here is dopamine problems and anorexia.

National Institutes of Health (NIH) (.gov)

https://pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov › ...

Dopamine and anorexia nervosa

by P Södersten · 2016 · Cited by 70 — We have suggested that reduced food intake increases the risk for anorexia nervosa by engaging mesolimb

Here's the link between dopamine and Over eating.

Eating Disorder Hope

https://www.eatingdisorderhope.com › ...

The Link Between Dopamine and Binge Eating

Aug 22, 2022 — Binge eating is a core diagnostic symptom of eating disorders such as binge-eating disorder and bulimia nervosa. People who

National Institutes of Health (NIH) (.gov)

www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov

Bulimia nervosa and evidence for striatal dopamine dysregulation ...

by AI Broft · 2011 · Cited by 56 — Preclinical and clinical evidence for a role for striatal DA in the disordered eating behaviors relevant to BN will

So we can develop better systems that includes drug therapy and other related therapies to deal with all forms of eating disorders.....

[thiskulifefall2022]

Food for Thought

Prologue

Kutztown University has two significant spots for dining, South Dining Hall and Cub café.    These two are essential for socializing, food, and other aspects of college.  Both dining halls are where students gather to work, talk, or just hang out with friends. Many students at the beginning of the semester refused to go to South as their options seemed thinner than in other years.  This made Cub the “go-to” spot for the fall 2022 season.  As the semester winds down to an end, Cub has remained the top choice and is busy all throughout the day.  Although this is the case, South And Cub are still two completely different places and should be treated as such.  

Act 1 - South

Of all the times I toured Kutztown, I had never eaten on campus.  My first on-campus meal was on the second day of college and, of course, was at South.  This was during the scavenger hunt we were told was mandatory.  We had decided not to care and instead went to South.  The first thing I ate was a Hamburger because I didn't yet know where the cheese was, and chicken nuggets that tasted frozen.  Even though the food wasn't the best, I knew South would be like a second home.  During our time there, we screwed around, made a mess, and convinced some strangers to drink pilk(Pepsi and milk).  We had such a great time we were almost late for the convocation.  

South is accessible; it is open 24/7, has pizza when the top area is closed, and has more space to enjoy.  They always have the basic food, but a daily change with their food further down.  They also have an avid selection of desserts to choose from.  They have the most events out of the two, having food trucks come in or special events such as a chef cook-off or a snow globe night.  When asked what his favorite event was, Brian Sexton said that the special holiday feasts with the homemade turkey he described as “having a thanksgiving like at grandma’s.”  Despite the detestation, South is still my top choice, as I have made my most memories there.

–Thomas Long

Act - 2 Cub

I didn't go to Cub until about the 5th week of school.  I was surprised about how many different choices there were to choose from.  However, this is why Cub is so well-liked and popular among students on campus.  Their large selection of options and “better” tasting food boosts their rating.  The wraps are hands down the best thing at Cub, though.  It is always the longest line and the most recommendations.  The best suggestion I got for Cub was from Payton Price, who goes to cub every day.  She described the wraps as “Highly customizable and bundled with love.”  I'm sure most of the KU students will say the same thing.

–Thomas Long

[kingofmyborrowedheart]

This evening is breaking my brain in ways I have never imagined.

#taylor swift #payton goes to: college #the eras tour

[kingofmyborrowedheart]

I am programmed so that when I hear the opening note of “Shake It Off” I immediately start dancing.

#taylor swift #shake it off #they played it at drag ball last night and I did in fact have a great time and was dancing #payton goes to: college

[kingofmyborrowedheart]

Damn typing out these thank you notes has me crying a little bit.

#payton goes to: college #will I sob tomorrow at graduation? probably! #I’m typing up my messages so when my cards come I can just transcribe #doing some for my friends and some for my professors

[kingofmyborrowedheart]

Performed an act of god last night (I put “Hits Different” on my friend’s phone so they could listen to it whenever they want).

#payton goes to: college #taylor swift #payton makes bad jokes #I bought her the cd but her cd player in her car won’t let her play it #so she listened to it once and never again

[kingofmyborrowedheart]

Thinking about how I sat down to talk with my professor today and she very solemnly told me “I heard the news about Taylor the other day” to start our conversation.

#payton goes to: college #I love her so much #we were discussing my book review (which I haven’t done) and the final project #she’s also the only person who is caught up with the Mandalorian so we also talked about that #I will be writing my final paper on the Mandalorian which is a win for me #opposite energy of my friend who learned about it through me at dinner on Monday night