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puppetmaster13u · 13 days

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Now Danny didn’t mean to make a Bootube channel. He’d meant to send that sleep deprived ramble to Tucker, but he had clicked on the wrong app and yeah. Apparently people enjoy his space rambles- or it could have been the ghost blob-cats that had decided to flop onto him. (Honestly he wasn’t surprised they would start to mimic the shapes of things in their surroundings)

Tucker? Found it hilarious, as did Sam and Val and… um, okay this has become their shared channel now, nice. Though there are some strange comments on some of the videos. Really, what do they mean green sky and crazy tech???

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pearwaldorf · 5 months

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I hate that you can't see a tweet thread anymore if you're not logged into Twitter (as a gesture of disrespect I refuse to call it by its rebranded name). Here is a copypasta of a thread from Dan Olson, a Canadian documentary filmmaker, expanding upon camera quality, the guilt trips Somerton used to goose his Patreon subscriptions, and how the best tools will never make up for lack of dedication or patience. I have added clarifications in [[double brackets]] where I feel it is necessary.

START OF THREAD

Okay, so, back in April I snapped at James in reply to a tweet that was linking to this video (which James has since delisted but not deleted) and I want to talk about the full context of that but I don't want to make a video, put your beatdown memes away. [[The video has since been deleted. I can see the title of the video is "Maybe the end (not an April Fool's Day thing".]]

The first bit of context is that I initially got keyed into James to fact-check his claims about indie filmmaking in Canada. As a filmmaker the entire Telos venture was immediately obvious as a juvenile fantasy dreamed up by someone with no idea how to make a movie.

Just wild claims about their plans that weren't worth debunking because they bordered Not Even Wrong. But in watching one of these pitch videos I noticed that he had a $4000 current-gen camera in the background as a prop, and that seemed both pretentious and weird.

You don't use your best camera as a prop, you use your second best camera as a prop. So being an obsessive weirdo I needed to know, and I watched his BTS stuff until I spotted his main rig, a $6000 camera with about $1000 in accessories.

Now, these in isolation are unremarkable because his Patreon at the time was bringing in ~$8000 per month, his channel was a full on Business business, and so investing in some professional equipment of that level is maybe a bit indulgent but justifiable.

What was weird is that he doesn't shoot multi-cam, doesn't shoot outdoors, doesn't shoot on location, and in a studio the two cameras kinda really step on each others' toes. Basically if you already have one and don't need a B cam there's no reason to get the other.

Again, on its own, this says nothing, it's just indicative of poor financial decisions, maybe impulsive purchasing, Gear Acquisition Syndrome. Biblical sins, but not crimes.

Paired with the constantly inflating fantasy scope of the Telos films it was clearly an expression of a very, very common bad filmmaker habit of "if I just get the right gear then my movie will basically make itself" Buying stuff because it feels like progress.

At the end of February he tweets "I want to start shooting anamorphic" and then three weeks later in March he posts the worst, out of focus, under-exposed "I just got a new lens!" video I've ever seen, showing off his trash-covered bedroom.

Based on what's available for his cameras and the lead time, that's enough time to get a Laowa Nanomorph or Sirui Saturn from B&H but not enough time to get a Great Joy from the UK or a Vazen from China. And with the flaring blah blah blah, $1300 lens.

Again, [gear acquisition syndrome] is not a crime and these lenses are budget options. Bit of a pointless impulse purchase since he only used it for the Showgirls video. But this is what he was doing just a few weeks before that above video came out: effortlessly impulse purchasing lenses.

James has (had?) a habit of regularly, aggressively driving viewers to Patreon by claiming that videos were getting demonetized. While tacky, it is something a lot of queer YouTubers have dealt with, so there's precedent there. But people were noticing he did it a lot.

Mid-March he humble brags about needing to work so hard to make 6 videos in April because he has over-booked sponsorships.

Then March 29th James posts this whole incel screed on Twitter about how sex work should be "subsidized as a mental health service."

[two image descriptions.

1. "For the majority of people sex (and human contact) can be imperative to a healthy state of mind. A kind and talented sex worker can make someone feel wanted for the first time in their life. I know sex workers who have pulled people back from suicide just by being there for them." 2. "Not only should (sex work) be legal, but it should be subsidized as a mental health service."]

He spends several days getting absolutely *roasted* for this, just dragged across the pavement and read for filth, and doubles down in the replies the whole way.

So this is the context immediately surrounding James waking up on Friday, and posts the above video and the below tweet.

[image description: "We just got the lowest Patreon payout we've gotten in well over a year. Like, a "maybe we need to rethink things" kind of amount... NOT an April Fools Day thing btw. But I don't know if we'll be making videos much longer."]

Now, this unfolds in kinda two directions. The first is that I'm convinced he was just lying about this income shock in the first place.

There's a million theoretical edge cases about what maybe happened and if maybe he just misunderstood the data or saw a glitch and panicked, maybe one of those happened, I don't believe it, I think he just lied because he was salty about getting dragged and felt owed a win.

A big tell to me is that he doesn't blame Patreon. He says he doesn't know what happened, but let's be real, Patreon screws up all the time, they're the first people anyone blames if anything confusing happens, just as a reflex action, even if it's completely not their fault.

The only reason to not blame Patreon is if you already know that it's not their fault and that any investigation on their part might reveal embarrassing details.

Instead he indirectly blames his viewers for not watching enough, not sharing enough, and not turning on auto-renew.

So regardless of the unknowable truth, this segues into the second, far more offensive direction of the messaging itself. "I don't know if we'll be making videos much longer." "Maybe the end" He explicitly framed this as an immediate existential threat to his channel.

In the video he is vague about everything, leaves a ton of hazy room for plausible deniability on how long the channel can keep going, but the messaging is "I need more patrons right this minute or my YouTube channel is over."

He repeatedly evokes all the "fun stuff" they had planned that would never see the light of day if this didn't turn around right away.

And his audience received this message loud and clear. Tons of people making far, far, far less than him left very heartfelt messages about digging a little deeper to subscribe or up their pledge or unsubscribe from other channels to move their pledge to his.

1200 new patrons in one day.

Since I simply don't believe the income shock was real in the first place that would put his post-"Maybe the end" Patreon income at around $10,000 per month. US. Add YouTube income, he's spent the last seven months making around $18,000 per month.

I have seen creators scale back their capabilities to the bone purely to keep making videos for the love of just, like, making stuff even as their funding evaporated and they needed to go back to a desk job to cover their bills.

You'd have to be so outstandingly reckless with your finances as a channel that a one month spook leads immediately to "channel over, sorry about all the fun stuff we won't get to do with you, our patrons, specifically because you, our patrons, aren't giving us enough money"

And not a spook where you then spend a couple weeks crunching numbers. Oh no. A shock so violent where less than two hours later you're weeping on camera about the channel being over.

Three weeks later he brought a brand new Sony FX6v for $8000 CAD to add to his pile of cinema cameras despite the fact that he was, but scant moments earlier, in such a precarious position that a single bad month would kill his channel.

He stole your money, and for that I'm profoundly sad and angry. That's why I snapped at him in April. I'm sorry I couldn't give you the full context then, and I'm sorry if that anger upset you.

END OF THREAD

#james somerton #dan olson #hbomberguy #jesus christ tumblr #it won't let me format things the way i want #because this website is sometimes a piece of shit

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noodlesarecheese · 10 days

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So Watcher is launching a Dropout (it's not called Dropout but they're clearly using the same template format platform thing idk what it's called, and the same pricing structure), and the reaction so far has been wildly different than what I remember from Dropout's launch. I was curious about why that was or if I was just misremembering the Dropout launch, so I went back to the Dropout launch video to compare them and I think I can see where some of the difference is coming from.

If you want to make the comparison yourself: Watcher's Video, Dropout's Video.

I wanna clarify first though that this isn't a knock against Watcher or the fans who are reacting one way or another or anything like that, I genuinely am just fascinated with how different the reactions are to what seems to be the same business decision. This also isn't a 'wow watcher sucks and dropout is so much better' I'm just using them for comparison because they did the same thing with different results. ALSO this isn't about the business decision itself, just the presentation! Disclaimers out of the way, here's the analysis.

Title and Thumbnail So the Watcher.tv announcement video is titled "Goodbye Youtube" and the thumbnail is Ryan, Shane, and Steven sitting on a couch looking serious, with a dark background. That really makes it seem like they're quitting (which, ok, they are quitting youtube but not quitting quitting). Viewers are already primed to be upset, and it's easier to go from upset to angry than upset to excited, curious, or neutral.

Compare to the dropout announcement video: "How the Internet is Ruining Comedy" - inline with other collegehumor video titles, might make you curious. Thumbnail - Big News! with Sam smiling and a bright background. We know its big news, but he looks happy, and the exclamation point let's us know they want us to be excited. Viewers are primed to be curious and excited.

Tone The Watcher announcement has 2 main tones. The first half is very sentimental, almost sad or wistful at times, and while there are parts that veer into pride at achievements, it's mostly bittersweet and sentimental. The second half is a bit more uplifting, but still quite serious. It reminded me of a tech announcement, like when they introduce the new iphone or something like that. Very professional, sleek, and serious, which isn't automatically a bad thing! But I do think that's not the vibe a decently-sized chunk of the audience expected or wanted. Many people watch Watcher for the cast's dynamic with each other, humor, and the more relaxed/conversational/friendly feel that most of the series have.

Compare to dropout - excited and comedic tone. Still professional, but also fits the expectations of the viewers. People watch collegehumor for the humor (it was in the name, after all). They also poke a bit of fun at themselves, which lightens the mood, shows self-awareness, and alleviates some of the bad feelings about paywalling.

Focus The Watcher announcement focuses a lot on the creative journey of the cast and company, as well as how this move will benefit them. Which isn't a bad thing, that's actually quite interesting! The problem here, I think, is actually more about what isn't here - a solid explanation of how this will also benefit the viewers and why the viewers should be excited. There's a brief description of one new show, and the promise that existing shows will get an upgrade, but we weren't given many specific details about how they'll be improved, and there's only one new show to tempt us into subscribing. Some people will be excited for that, some people won't, and some people will be excited but not enough to subscribe. Having 2 or 3 series (even if it's 1 fleshed out plus a few teasers of what's in production or what is being planned) plus some more details about how existing shows will be improved would've helped. Without that, it really does seem like it'll just be the same stuff viewers were getting for free, but now paywalled, rather than new and exciting stuff. That makes a big difference. I think with the fans not getting as much focus, this also led to some (accidental, I hope) hurt feelings. Based on what I've seen from fan reactions, all the talk about hitting the peak of what they can do on youtube and wanting more, translated for many people to 'youtube isn't enough' which became 'you (the current viewers) aren't enough.' Which I don't think was their intent! But I also don't think fans are wrong for feeling hurt by that.

Compare to dropout: They clearly explain how the move will benefit fans, and reassure viewers that existing content will stay where it is, and only new content will be behind the paywall. (Watcher clarified this too, but in a comment. It's not in the video itself, which is a huge problem.) They include clips of several new (at the time) series that would be premiering on dropout, including things that specifically could not be made on youtube (due to weed, violence, and sexual humor), so the reason for the shift is clear to the audience.

Advertisers Both videos contain the sentiment that being monetarily successful on youtube means working to appease the advertisers, and that over time what the advertisers want and what the creators want drifts further and further apart, putting strain on the creators.

However, I think the message gets lost a bit in the Watcher vid. Instead, it leaves viewers with the idea that the main problem is just ads are annoying instead of advertisers putting constraints on content. I'm not even sure what the specific constraints are for watcher, because they didn't give any examples. And the focus on ads being annoying leaves viewers frustrated because people typically either don't mind ads or they already have an ad blocker.

Timing and Size Okay, this isn't exactly about presentation, but it is still a factor that impacts perception so I'm tackling it. And I'm actually going to do dropout first. CollegeHumor launched dropout in September 2018. Pre-pandemic, but also pre-Sam Reich as CEO. The company was still owned by IAC. It was a Company, and while it wasn't huge it wasn't tiny either. So launching dropout was a Company Decision, a Business Strategy. Some people were upset about, but it wasn't a personal betrayal (generally, anyways). If I remember correctly, this was also not a high point for the company. They kinda needed dropout to do well to keep things running smoothly (which is why they shut it down and sold it to Sam just 1 1/2ish years later), so the sudden shift made sense.

Watcher Entertainment is a company, but it doesn't feel like one. Ryan, Shane, and Steven own and operate things, but they're also the faces, and they're youtubers. Which makes every business decision they make feel more personal to viewers, especially those who have been watching for a long time. They've also seemingly been doing well on youtube, which makes it more difficult for viewers to understand why the sudden change is happening now. They do talk a bit about it, about the company expanding and wanting to do things that advertisers don't like (which I've already covered). However, mostly the choice to start a streaming platform is framed as 'the next big step' without much clarification on why it's the next big step. Plus, it's post-pandemic, and a lot of people are still struggling financially with the ripple effects of that. Yes, $6 isn't a wild amount of money, but there have been some months where $5 absolutely meant the difference between paying all my bills or not, and I know I'm not the only one. This, coupled with a lack of clarity about why exactly they're doing this, leads to fans feeling hurt, betrayed, bitter, and frustrated.

Now, presentation and framing isn't everything. No matter how perfect your announcement is, some people are still going to be upset. It's a big change, of course people will be upset! But I do think a more careful presentation would've alleviated some of the hurt and anger that fans are feeling. While I do think a lot of the reaction we're seeing is due to the decision, I think (based on what I've seen) that some of it is also based on the poor communication in the video itself, and that could've been avoided!

So I'm gonna get a little speculative and describe what I would've done. In this hypothetical, they've decided to launch the streaming service and brought me on just for the announcement.

Firstly, switch the title out. If they're married to Goodbye Youtube then add a (and hello...?) after so it's at least obvious they aren't fully quitting. The dark color scheme of the thumbnail fits their regular vibe, but they want everyone to be excited so they should look excited. Next, let's lighten the tone up. Being proud of what they've done so far is great, but we don't need the sentimental music and bittersweetness. Remember, the goal is to get viewers excited about what come's next - so let's focus on what actually comes next! Talk about specific show plans and mention why they wouldn't work on youtube. Then, take some time to reassure the fans. Predict a few likely worries and address them in the video. Acknowledge that it's a big change, that it will take time to get used to, and that not everyone will be onboard, and let the fans know that it's ok if they aren't onboard.

Like I said, this wouldn't fix everything. There are a few differences in between dropout and watcher that don't have anything to do with presentation. Dropout launched with primarily new shows rather than new seasons of existing shows, and they continued uploading to youtube relatively regularly in addition to the content behind the paywall, which I do think went a long way to keeping fans happy. At this point it's unclear if watcher will do either of those or not. But, while I don't think it would fix everything, I do think improved communication in the announcement would've helped.

#watcher #feel free to share your own thoughts but please be nice #I just like communication ok! And I really enjoyed the 1 marketing class I took in college #and it's pretty rare that you get such a clear comparison between 2 unrelated companies!

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soobszzn · 9 months

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distant affection

synopsis: doing everyday tasks wasn’t a hassle when jungkook was with you - even if that meant you were miles apart.

pairing: ldr!jungkook x reader

genre: fluff, established + long distance relationship

content/warnings: long distance relationship and all things associated, mentions of food, jungkook is still an idol, brief (lol) mention of jungkook and his sexy calvin klein endorsement, use of “my love” in a teasing (& affectionate) context

wc: 1.8k

a/n: sorry this is so late!!! love u, S🌸

you knew navigating a long distance relationship with the jeon jungkook would have its ups and downs. obviously, the time difference messed with you both. one person would be asleep when the other was awake, and even if you were awake at the same time, one of you would usually have to attend to other things.

the both of you made it work, though. you’d send each other pictures throughout the day and squeeze in video calls wherever you could. you’d mail each other gifts when you couldn’t be together for special occasions. when jungkook had a couple days off, you’d use it to have long movie dates online in which he would usually fall asleep first. but you didn’t mind.

during his longer breaks, he’d always make it a point to come visit you. the two of you would go sight-seeing in your own city or take a short trip to the next town over. you loved doing anything and everything with him, but the most enjoyable moments were in the mundane. you loved moments where you’d scroll on your phones together on the couch or tease each other while you brushed your teeth before bed.

saying goodbye was always the hardest. there wasn’t anything that could really make missing him hurt less. but while helping him pack during his last visit, you took advantage of when he snuck off to the bathroom and stole a hoodie out of his suitcase. you’d hoped he hadn’t noticed.

munching on your midday meal, you scrolled on your phone before getting a video call from your boyfriend. it was a welcome surprise, so you answered right away.

“hey! what are you doing awake right now? isn’t it like five in the morning?” his phone was looking at the ceiling and you heard music playing in the background. colorful lights speckled his ceiling, and you knew he was again enjoying the galaxy light projector you gifted him last christmas.

“i have a free day tomorrow! and i really wanted to talk to you!” he yelled, indicating he was far from his phone.

you smiled to yourself, appreciating your boyfriend and his sweet gesture. you guessed that with how busy he was recently, he’d be dead tired by the time he came home. but, the fact that you were the first thing on his mind made your heart leap. you then heard the faint music in the background cease, and watched as jungkook propped his phone up, front camera now facing him.

he was leaning on his kitchen counter, sleeve tattoo fully on display. his hair was long and fluffy, his bangs reaching his eyes. you could tell he was tired, but nothing could hide how handsome he was.

you noticed him stare intently into the phone screen. “what are you staring at?” you questioned with a laugh.

“you’re eating lunch right now, right? i’m hungry! let’s eat together!” he said excitedly. jungkook then adjusted his phone so that you had the perfect view of him busy at his stove. you watched as he began tossing things into his pan. you chuckled softly.

“what are you cooking?” you asked curiously, your head now resting in your hand.

“i’m just throwing stuff together, see?” he answered, now panning his phone to what looked like fried rice.

you giggled, now panning your phone to the makeshift fried rice you made for yourself just earlier. the two of you erupted into laughter.

“pretend i made that for you, okay?” you teased, setting your phone back down and taking another bite.

as jungkook finished preparing his meal, you asked him about his schedule for the day. he complained that he had a lot to do in the upcoming days because he had an international schedule set for next week.

“are you sure that’s not just code for coming to visit me?” you half-joked. you knew he was currently busy with solo activities, and it hadn’t been too long since he last visited. but there was always a small part of you that hoped any time he left korea, it was because he was on his way to you.

eventually, he ended up at his kitchen table, phone propped up as if you were sitting across from each other. after taking his first bite, he exclaimed with amazement at his own kitchen creation.

“wahh! wow!” he cried, intentionally being overdramatic. you laughed at his silly theatrics, but you found it all endearing nonetheless.

“want a bite?” he teased, holding a spoonful up to his phone. you proceeded to imitate receiving a bite, and the two of you laughed.

while enjoying your respective meals, you continued to chat about small and pointless things. despite the uneventful topics of conversation, eating together like this made you crave real dates with him. ones where he’d take you to a fancy restaurant for dinner or a small cafe for some coffee. you made a mental note to take him to a new brunch place that opened up the next time he visited.

“what else are you planning to do today?” he asked, making his way to his sink. you followed suit, thinking it would be cute to wash dishes “together.”

“whatever you’re planning to do today.” you replied warmly.

the two of you then washed your dishes simultaneously. your video call now filled with the sounds of water running and dishes clanking, with jungkook occasionally breaking into song or humming a familiar tune.

“i have some laundry i need to fold actually,” he mused afterwards, taking a quick scan of his home.

“i do too!” you replied excitedly at the convenient coincidence.

now, with both phones propped up in your respective living rooms, the two of you dove into your piles of laundry. you chatted about new music you were listening to, books you wanted to read, and the new spider-man movie that jungkook was excited to see.

when jungkook began tackling his pile of underwear, he started showcasing the new pieces he received from calvin klein.

“oh my god! what are those!” you laughed. the two of you giggled at the brightly coloured pairs that he was holding up to his phone. although not his typical style, you were glad one of his solo activities included being the endorser for such a popular - and sexy - brand.

you finished folding first, so you adjusted yourself comfortably on your sofa and watched jungkook continue. jungkook took a glance at you and smiled to himself.

“what?” you questioned with a pout.

“you look cute,” he answered with a soft chuckle. you were cuddled up on your couch, encompassed snugly within a throw blanket jungkook had previously gifted you. you hid your face in your hands bashfully.

as he finished folding his clothes, jungkook opted to play some of his music recommendations through his television. he’d softly sing along as you listened intently, chiming in with short remarks here and there.

“i like this one,” you commented after one of the songs ended.

“ah! why don’t i just sing for you, my love?” he suggested suddenly with a teasing tone.

“ew, no, don’t call me that!” you replied with fake disgust. you and jungkook would typically just call one another by your names, so the sudden use of a nickname both surprised and flustered you.

“but go ahead then, mr. jeon.” you continued, previous shyness now replaced with an intrigued arrogance.

after quickly setting up his karaoke machine, jungkook then turned to you smugly with his microphone in hand. he started out his late night - or perhaps early morning - performance with a couple songs related to inside jokes the two of you shared. you watched fondly as jungkook happily sang along to the upbeat pop music.

“don’t go overboard and strain your voice,” you gently reminded him.

“of course, my love.” he teased you again, with a wink this time. you playfully shot him a repulsed look in response.

following his high-spirited warm-up session, he then transitioned to singing his own music. in an attempt to impress your world-class entertainer of a boyfriend, you would sing along using bts fanchants and passionately wave around an imaginary army bomb. jungkook - while still seated on his sofa - would mimic the choreography as he ventured through his groups’ discography.

after running through a couple bts tracks, jungkook then transitioned to serenading you with songs he knew were your favourites. you gazed at him warmly, now completely immersed in him and his voice. although you’d hear him speak practically every day, you never tired of his soft and angelic singing.

through your now heavy eyelids, you noticed your boyfriends’ energy start to deplete as well. he had stopped dancing and moving around as dynamically as earlier, now only swaying back and forth on his couch. you were still comfortably curled up on your couch, now fighting the urge to slip into an afternoon nap.

“are you getting sleepy?” he asked softly after finishing another song.

“no, not at all,” you mumbled, shaking your head at him with a pout.

“alright, you liar.” he taunted playfully. you noticed him place his microphone down beside him, perhaps signalling that he was finished with his karaoke performance.

“wait! one more song!” you cried out in a sudden panic. you didn’t want this moment of bliss to end so soon. the two of you hadn’t had such a long call together in a while, so you wanted to indulge in this moment as much as you could.

“please. just one more song.” you implored, trying to persuade him with forced “puppy dog eyes.”

jungkook conceded with a sly smile, picking up his microphone again. then, ever so swiftly, you heard a slow and soft tune start to play. you allowed yourself to close your eyes, completely immersing yourself in jungkook’s melodic and affectionate final serenade to you.

before the song even concluded, you had fully fallen asleep on your couch. jungkook noticed this, finishing up the song quietly so as to not wake you suddenly. his lips curled into a soft grin as he watched you fall deeper into your slumber.

after tidying up his living room, he made his way to his bedroom with the hopes of getting some rest of his own. he propped you up beside him on his bed, as if the two of you were sleeping next to one another.

then, before succumbing to his own heavy eyelids, he jokingly whispered into his phone: “by the way, i know you have my hoodie.”

but he hoped you hadn’t heard.

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toruro · 1 year

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who in svt: asking how big their dick is and they respond with 2 pictures and a video with sounds

✘ minors dni!

seungcheol

manz is cocky as hell so i just KNOW he would be waiting for you to ask. right after you do, he'd text something like, 'you really wanna know?' and after you confirm that yeah you really wanna know, you'd put your phone down for a moment. when you pick it back up, you're met with a text from cheol with two images attached and you can't really see what it is until you open the text and nearly scream because holy hell, he'd joked about having a big dick before but you never expected him to be this big. it's fat and veiny and the thought of his thick, bulbous head just sliding between your folds has enough to send you in a frenzy. you'd call him immediately, your hand already making its way under your shorts and in your panties. when cheol picks up, he'd already be breathing heavily, and from the rustling in the background, you'd know he was jerking himself off. basically you're both needy and get each other off on the phone bc yes.

jun

he'd send it on impulse, honestly. you'd both talked about taking your relationship to the next level but hadn't really gotten there yet because of situations with your schedules not lining up and stuff and one night you're just texting him and the conversation gets a little... heated. you'd ask him how big his dick is, on the account that you're going to try and imagine it's actually him while you press your fingers into your cunt, and given that he's already hard from the image of you fingering yourself, he sends a few pics to help you out. when you open the messages, you nearly cum in seconds just because of how long and pretty his cock is, and you'd be texting him so fast telling him how wet it makes you. at this point, jun wouldn't be able to handle not having you any longer and would rush out of his place and head to yours, the fact that he'd have to wake up early the next morning be damned.

chan

he would send it less out of cockiness and more out of just wanting to give into your desires. he literally loves you so much so when you're needy one night he'd find it so cute when you impulsively ask him how big his dick is. just the thought of you thinking about him like that would be enough to make him hard and when he takes the picture, all he's thinking about his how you'd probably be plunging your fingers deep into your cunt, imagining it was him instead. now on your end, you hadn't really expected chan to show you anything. he'd be such a sweet boyfriend that when you open the file attachments on message, you nearly fall off the bed. on your screen is quite literally the most gorgeous cock you've seen—it's long and thick and there's a bead of precum that dribbles down the tip and fuck does it have you clenching around nothing. you'd get so caught up admiring the photo, you almost don't realize it when chan calls you. from there he'd say something like, "d'you like it baby?" to which you'd respond sheepishly, "yeah channie...liked it a lot." god you'd sound so fucking shy and hot chan can't believe that he won't get to sink his dick into you tonight, settling for murmuring filthy words through the phone to help you work yourself through your own orgasm.

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mirohlayo · 6 months

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CURLY HAIR | LN4

( you just love taking care of your boyfriend's curly hair. and no need to say that he secretly loves it too )

warning : none, fluff ?

note : idk how to warn my stuff it's kinda bad

word count : 1.7k

!! english not my first language !!

it was now around 9:30pm. you were laying on your bed, in your shared hotel room with your boyfriend lando. it was a very nice sunday, the mexico grand prix was absolutely amazing for you, but also for your favorite driver. after the mess and bad qualifying yesterday, he had to start from P17, but ended up P5 at the end of the race. in total, he passed 19 cars and gained 12 places. and you were of course so so proud of him, as were his fans and supporters. you also knew that lando was happy and have enjoyed the race.

after the race, you went directly to the hotel because you were tired. you have said to lando that you're going to nap, and obviously as you predicted, he made a big deal out of it and begged you to stay with him because he hasn't seen you in a while and just wanted to be near you and needed you. yeah, he was maybe a little needy. but that was actually quite adorable.

now you were waiting for him, scrolling on your phone's apps with the tv's sound in the background. he went to a party with some of his friends, carlos being one of them, but told you that he will stay for like an hour and then come as quick as possible to you because he "don't want to stay at the party while his baby is waiting for him". and also he just missed you like crazy, even though the last time you saw each other was like 4 hours ago, him hugging you close after the race.

you were buzy watching a video when a notification suddenly appeared on your screen. it was some texts from your boyfriend :

from lando 🧡

- baby i miss you :((

the party so boring without you

i'm coming don't worry 🚙🚙

here in like 10min

i love youuuu ❤️

so so much -

now you were giggling. maybe he was doing too much but oh god you loved to receive texts like that from him. it just shows you how much he loves you with all of his being and heart. and then the 10 minutes passed quickly, cause the sound of the keys in the lock indicated you that he was arrived.

you lifted up a bit, now sitting in the middle of the bed, blankets up to your pelvis.

- hello beautiful ! lando said as he laid eyes on you.

your big smile just melted his heart, because you looked so happy to see him. and you don't know how much he loves your smile. he took off his shoes and not even a second later he was already in your arms, his head in the crook of your neck. you laughed softly, you just found him adorable.

- i see the boy's feeling needy.

- missed you. a lot, he replied in a lazy tone.

you rubbed slowly his back, his arms tightening his grip on you. you were impossibly close to him, like there was no air between your two bodies. one of your hand started playing with his curls, and he just let himself go into the touch. he placed a quick kiss on your neck, and buried his head a little bit deeper. you could feel his breath tickling you.

- how was the party ?

- actually it was good, carlos and i had fun. but it is boring without you.

you smiled and kissed the top of his head, his curly hair barely touching your nose. that's when you noticed that his curls were a mess. they were tousled and undefined, like a pile of hair that hasn't been combed in a while. you frowned a little.

- your curls are a mess, y'know ?you said, rearranging as best as you can his hair.

- yeah, i know. due to the party, he answered, enjoying your soft touch that made him want to sleep.

- you want me to take care of your hair ? you asked him.

he raised his head to face you, a smile on his lips, as his eyes were sleepy.

- since it's so kindly asked, yeah.

you mirrored his smile and cupped his cheeks in your hands.

- but first you need to take a shower.

- no. he answered and quickly buried back his head into the crook of your neck. i don't want to leave you.

- lan please, you really need to shower, you said. you tried to push him gently, but instead he grabbed you even tighter, placing loads of quick lazy kisses on your neck. c'mon, i need to style your hair too

he growled and stopped kissing your neck.

- hmm... i love cuddling you. and just you actually. i think i'm feeling a bit clingy, he said softly, almost humming it.

you let escaped a soft laugh.

- indeed yes. also i think you really need to shower you sweaty dumbass

- okay i'm going now, he replied.

finally, he sighed and let you go out of his grip. he lifted up and, before disappearing inside the bathroom, he quickly kissed the corner of your mouth, dangerously close to your lips. you saw him rushing to the bathroom, giving you a big smile before closing the door.

you could now hear the sound of the dripping water, and decided to finish your video while he finishes washing. 10 minutes later, the sound of the water stopped and you heard him calling you.

- baby i have finish, you can come

you jumped out of the bed and walked towards the bathroom's door. you opened the door and oh- you were not expecting to see your boyfriend shirtless, just wearing a sweatpant. his damp curls was dropping drops of water, which wandered over his bare torso. damn. such a view, you thought.

- i can see you staring y/n you know

you see him grinned at you, a playful look taking over his face.

- if only you had had the good idea of putting a shirt, /b>you replied.

- well you don't like the view ?

- that's not what i've said

he laughed before wrapping his arms around your waist, squeezing it softly.

- cuddling time is over, i need to get your hair done lando

- okay, i let my baby do her job

you rolled your eyes and bite back a smile, that of course you failed to hide. and that made him laughed, because he know you can't hide your smile when you're around him.

he lifted you up to make you sit on the wide edge of the two sinks behind you, so that you are at his height.

- can you pass me a towel please ? your hair needs to be dry

he nodded and gave you one the bathroom towels.

you started drying his hair, doing gentle circular movements. he rested his hands on your hips, rubbing them softly as he enjoyed your presence. you tried to focus on what you were doing, but you couldn't help it, your shirtless boyfriend and his soft touch were too much for you, and you finished by squishing his tiny cheeks. his face was just so cute, and you couldn't help but kiss his nose, then his forehead, then his cheeks.

- aye stop ! he said and laughed at your cuteness. god he just loves you so much, anything you're doing makes him even more in love with you. you were just his cute little baby, like he just enjoy so much your presence, all he wants is to be with you and cuddle you. and your smile, oh it melted his heart everytime.

- sorry, you're just too adorable for me, you grinned. and you could see a faint tip of blush on his cheeks.

now you applied some styling mousse in his hair, and your started define his curls, one by one. you took your time to style them, making sure they'll look pretty when it will be dry. his hands moved to you thighs, drawing small circles on them. he stared at you while you were styling his hair, admiring every details of your pretty face. he always look at you with heart eyes, like there's so much love and admiration into his eyes everytime he sees your face. he's never tired of it, this is probably one of his favorite things.

- i can also see you staring lan, you jokingly said, a smile on your lips.

- i can't help it, you're just so pretty love, he answered, hearts still anchored in his gaze.

you can felt yourself blush, and that makes your boyfriend smile even wider. too adorable, he thought.

- okay, i think i have finished ! you happily said, admiring lando's face and curls.

he wrapped his arms around your waist to put you down on the floor. when he looked at his reflection in the mirror, a big smile appeared on his face. you know he was happy with the result.

- i guess you missed your career, you should have been a hairdresser, he joked, and you gave him a blow to the ribs, which made him laugh even harder.

- just kidding baby, he said and kissed quickly the tip of your nose. now we can go back to cuddle in bed. and not let you go of my arms

- okay, sounds good, you replied in a smile.

and like that you guys ended up to cuddle in bed, lando holding you so close to him, his head resting on yours, kissing you here and there on your face. sometimes, he would rub your waist with his hand, the other playing with your hair or stroking your cheek. and of course a lazy smile constantly here on his face, as he enjoyed the form of the love of his life in his arms. secured and warm.

and the next day, he'll bring to his race team about how good his hair looks, and then praise his girlfriend's talent, just saying sweet words about her. he would never said it to you, but this is just one of his favorite things on earth, you taking care of his curls. and sometimes he ruffles his hair on purpose just so you can style it again. but of course, it is a secret. a big secret.

#lando norris x reader #lando norris x you #lando norris #lando norris x y/n #lando norris fluff #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 lando norris #ln4 #ln4 x reader #ln4 imagine

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prokopetz · 1 year

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One of my favourite old-school video game aesthetics that basically nobody in the retro gaming sphere is trying to replicate these days is the stuff you see in the original Mortal Kombat, among other places.

You know how in the early days of CGI, a lot of films basically faked their computer graphics with practical effects done up to look like CGI, in order to make it seem like the production was on the cutting edge?

A fair number of video games during that period did that, too. Of course, real-time 3D graphics were generally impractical, but using 3D graphics to pre-render your sprites and backgrounds was still a major bragging point, with games like Donkey Kong Country being the most well-remembered examples.

So what did you do if your studio didn't have the budget for fancy CGI workstations?

You faked it, of course.

Games like Mortal Kombat claimed to have photorealistic motion-captured graphics, but in reality, there was no motion capture involved, and the reason the graphics were photorealistic is because they were, well, actual photos.

They'd film local martial artists and stunt performers against a green screen, cut out each figure paper-doll-style, then laboriously hand-draw any required special effects onto each individual frame. Figures who couldn't plausibly be portrayed using edited photos of humans in cheap Halloween costumes, like Mortal Kombat's Goro, were achieved using stop motion puppetry to produce the source footage, then processed in the same way as their human counterparts.

That's it. No motion capture, no CGI, just puppets and photo-collage – with a dash of traditional hand-drawn animation on top – being passed off as the genuine article. They were literally video games with practical effects.

Like, I totally understand why nobody does it anymore – ironically, computer graphics have reached the point that just using actual CGI is cheaper and easier – but it kind of surprises me that there aren't more contemporary indie studios willing to give it a go just for the hell of it.

#gaming #video games #game design #special effects #practical effects #cgi #history #nostalgia #swearing

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sluttyten · 9 months

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You In My Arms

Chapter 1: The Tourist

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summary: Haechan doesn’t mind being a background character in someone else’s love story as long as he gets a front row seat to the love scenes. He’s in university, still learning about himself, still exploring his sexuality, and during his last year, he finally experiences an awakening, realizing a truth about himself: he likes to watch

length: 11,045

tags: slowburn, friends to lovers, voyeurism, exhibitionism, masturbation (public & in private), general perversion, smut

Haechan’s first real heartbreak happens when he’s at university.

The girl he has a giant crush on – she’s the most gorgeous girl he’s seen at their university, like a model with her perfect body that draws the attention of every red-blooded straight man on campus – kisses one of Haechan’s friends right in front of him.

It’s not a peck, not a chaste kiss, not even a kiss in a game of truth or dare (though they do play that game regularly at their small parties, at the nights at Mark’s rented house, spent drinking themselves numb after a rough week). It’s a kiss, like hands on cheeks, bodies pressed together, and the moment Haechan sees a flicker of tongue, he’s done.

“Okay, gross. We get it!” He says, and he wonders if his voice is actually as loud as it sounds in his ears. His heart is pounding, stomach lurching.

Mark, Chenle, Jungwoo, some of the others are all laughing. Haechan’s face feels slack, stomach tight, palms sweaty as he looks at the bright smile on Shotaro’s face. Haechan feels that sharp bite of jealousy in his belly as she gravitates to stay by Shotaro’s side.

He ignores it. Ignores the jealousy he feels – because he has no claim on her heart; he’s never had the guts to confess his feelings to her – as the days and weeks pass by. Haechan buries himself in other girls, fucking his way through all the girls on the dorm floor beneath his until they all know him as a manwhore and want nothing more to do with him.

Desperately looking for anything to focus on other than the moon-eyes that Shotaro keeps shooting at the girl Haechan has spent so long lusting after, Haechan turns to a little good, old-fashioned fantasy material. He uses Twitter mostly, digging up some good content to watch and jerk off to, hiding himself in his bed at the dorm, thankful that his roommate is almost never home.

His airpods, his phone, and a bottle of lube become his near-constant companions while he’s tucked away in the dorm room. It’s not a problem because he makes sure it isn’t one. He can still have sex with real women and distinguish what’s happening from the way things play out in the videos he watches online. He’s not delusional, okay?

But he does quickly learn a few things about himself. He unburies a few kinks he didn’t realize were a thing for him.

Like, getting caught jerking off by his roommate. That’s one that he didn’t realize he liked until it happened. His roommate doesn’t seem to care too much the first time he walks in on Haechan with his hand wrapped around his own cock. Even the second time, a week or two later, it’s no big deal. It happens. But when he walks into their dorm room and finds Haechan making direct eye contact with him as he cums, then it’s a bit much.

“Dude, get the fuck out,” his roommate had said, and Haechan had obeyed.

It’s awkward after that, every time they encounter each other, so Haechan begins to spend a lot more time at the house a few of his friends rent together. Their sofa is always open, sometimes a few of them let him sleep in their beds whether they’re in them or not. He still crashes in his dorm sometimes because all of his stuff is still there, and when he needs to focus on his coursework, it’s always a lot easier to get done there than at the house. But things between him and his roommate remain tense. There are many nights, he just hangs out at the house until everyone kinda falls asleep, or until they ask him to just stay the night.

This is particularly easy on nights when everyone is over at the house. Their whole friend group gathered around the living room on the floor and sofas, on armchairs and bean bag chairs. Once the alcohol comes out, Haechan knows he’ll be fine to stay the night tonight, even if it means snuggling up on the sofa between YangYang and Xiaojun, neither of which live in the house either, but who both are likely to pass out from overindulging in drinks.

Sometimes, if Haechan is really lucky, she stays the night too, folding her beautiful self onto the sofa or an armchair. He’s watched her curl up in one of the armchairs, still clinging to a half-empty bottle when she falls asleep. He’s been lucky enough to be on the sofa with her one night, her head resting on his shoulder, and his shirt still smelling like her perfume the next day.

Tonight, he watches as the party dwindles around him, as his friends that don’t live here slowly leave, until only a few people are left. She’s one of them, giggling at something Renjun’s telling her. Her eyes are shiny, dancing around the room to look at the last few members of the party – Jaemin and Jeno, both of whom live here, one of the girls in their friend group who spent the first part of the night teasing Haechan about his flubbed presentation in one of their shared classes, Shotaro, Chenle, Sungchan, and Haechan. She smiles when she meets his gaze, and his heart does a foolish little flutter.

But then Shotaro passes by, and her smile grows infinitely brighter.

Haechan loses track of her when Jaemin starts squawking about whatever game he’s just lost against Chenle, and when Haechan next looks up, she’s gone. He doesn’t see her again, so he figures she’s left for the night along with everyone else after a short while longer.

He curls comfortably on one of the sofas, dozing lightly until some sound drags him out of his dreams. A creak of floorboards, the sound of rushing water tinkling against the kitchen sink.

Haechan sits up, squinting in the dim light. It’s still the middle of the night. Who the hell is up right now?

He twists around, looking in the direction of the kitchen, and what he sees there freezes him to his core.

There she is, an absolute vision.

A vision of her in another man’s shirt.

Haechan’s fingers curl against his blanket. Jealousy turns his stomach. She’s wearing Shotaro’s shirt, the holey band t-shirt that he brought over with him from Japan, the one that Haechan and Renjun have both insisted he get rid of. She’s wearing it. And if Haechan isn’t mistaken, the shadowy mark on her neck is a hickey.

Suddenly, a lot of different things make connections in his mind.

That kiss he’d witnessed between her and Shotaro, the one that everyone had thought was just the one time kiss. The moony eyes Shotaro’s been making at her since then. And many little things from the past few weeks. Many little things from just tonight – they’d both vanished for a while earlier during the movie, but Haechan had just assumed she’d gone upstairs where some of the guys were gaming; the way they’d sat so close together for most of the rest of the evening. But mostly, the way that they’d had similar truths about sex during a game of truth or dare someone had brought up; the way she’d vanished entirely tonight, just shortly before Shotaro had turned in for the night.

He doesn’t know what he plans to do, not really. Even as he pushes the blanket off of himself, as he rises to his feet and walks towards the kitchen, Haechan doesn’t know what his next move is.

She looks up, startled. Her eyes are wide, open and innocent in the darkness, frightened even.

One of her hands drifts down to the hem of the shirt, tugging it down a little. The other holds a glass of water.

Haechan can’t help drinking the sight of her in, even if she is wearing Shotaro’s shirt. He folds his arms across his chest, leaning against the doorway to look at her. Gorgeous. And her thighs are beautiful, he just wants to feel them against his hips, he wants to bite them and kiss them, feel them squeezing against the sides of his head as he –

No.

He can’t do any of that. None of that will happen with her because she’s with Shotaro in whatever capacity. And Haechan isn’t going to infringe on that no matter how he feels.

So, in the moment, Haechan puts on a brave face and decides to call her out on it. “So, you and our innocent Shotaro, huh?”

The way that she holds his gaze in challenge is truthfully very hot. He watches the way that she gulps down her water, a stray drop spilling from the corner of her mouth, trailing along her face to her jaw. Haechan struggles not to imagine catching that water droplet on his tongue, tracing it back to her lips, kissing her until she completely forgets whose bed she’s left.

And then she walks towards him, and all he can smell is her perfume or her shampoo or body wash or whatever it is, he’s just enveloped in a cloud of her. It drives him a little wild, forcing him to look away from her before he does something really stupid like kiss her. Because she’s not his to kiss; it’s Shotaro’s lips that she’s had all over her tonight because up this close, Haechan can definitely see a hickey low on her throat, almost hidden by the neck of the t-shirt.

He makes his accusation, putting it out there into the world just to see if she’ll deny it. Her and Shotaro. It doesn’t make sense, not to him. The boy is an innocent, or at least he was up until he claimed otherwise tonight. What does she see in him? How good of a lover could inexperienced Shotaro really be?

To Haechan’s surprise, she doesn’t deny what he’s figured out. She’s got a bold, sharp look in her eye, though she’s avoiding looking directly at him. She doesn’t deny a thing about his assumptions about her and Shotaro, instead she asks, in a quiet voice that crackles with a challenge, “Are you going to tell everyone?”

No, he’s not going to tell everyone. That would be really fucking stupid of him. She’d be furious, and he’d be ruining any chance of her ever wanting to speak to him again. Ruining any tiny chance that if this thing with Shotaro goes sideways, she might someday consider Haechan, even though deep down he knows that if he ever stood a chance with her, it would’ve already happened. She’s gorgeous, she’s not been celibate in the while that he’s known her, so if she’s avoided his company and has instead found herself in Shotaro’s then that’s probably where she’d like to be.

He doesn’t know what brings him to do it. Doesn’t know why he lets his arm brush against hers because the moment that he feels how soft her skin is, how warm she is, his brain short-circuits a little, and he blurts out the first thing that comes to mind. “I’m just glad Shotaro’s finally made his move. He’s had a crush on you since the first time he met you.” It’s the truth, but he’s not entirely sure why he’s telling her this right now. He can remember the first day that Renjun introduced Shotaro to all of them, the way that he’d fit right in, the way that she had come in at the last minute, running late because of something to do with the campus buses. She’d been windswept and a little sunburnt, wearing a sundress with one of the straps sliding over her shoulder.

She’d been enchanting.

Apparently, Haechan hadn’t been the only one caught under her spell that day.

Hours later, after she’d left, Shotaro was sitting there, talking with Renjun, YangYang, and Haechan. He’d been pretty quiet up until someone mentioned her name, and then his eyes had lit up. It was obvious right away that Shotaro liked her, and he liked her in a different way than Haechan usually heard guys talk about her. Haechan himself was a bad example since he was lusting after her, in love with her body more than anything else. But when Shotaro talked about her he was wanting to know more about her, wanting to repeat all the things she’d said that he’d found funny; he liked her for her personality and didn’t even mention how great her tits had looked.

Haechan had assumed it was just the innocence of Shotaro, but tonight he’s seeing that Shotaro clearly harbors lusty feelings for her too.

“I thought his heart would’ve exploded that day you kissed him in front of us,” Haechan tells her, watching the way that her gaze flicks up to meet his briefly before dancing away again. In truth, Haechan’s heart had nearly burst that day too, but surely Shotaro’s had as well. It had been Shotaro’s first kiss, with the girl of his dreams. Haechan still could only wish that he and Shotaro could have switched places that day. What he wouldn’t have given to be the one kissing her in front of all of their friends, to have them all know that he’d bagged the hottest woman on campus; he wanted to be the cause for her blush; he wanted to be the one who had walked away with her at his side.

He doesn’t know what he expects from her at this moment. What her reaction would really be to him telling her that Shotaro’s had a silly schoolboy crush on her for the past year and a half, but he doesn’t expect this.

Her shoulder knocks roughly against Haechan’s, pushing by him to escape the doorway. “You should go home, Haechan. Stop crashing on their couch,” she says. She walks away, crossing the living room towards the stairs, heading back to Shotaro instead of lingering for even a moment longer to talk to Haechan.

“Yeah, yeah.” Haechan feels a new burst of jealousy, thinking about her climbing those stairs, crawling back into Shotaro’s bed, pressing herself up against him in that t-shirt. Or, even worse, maybe without it. And again, he doesn’t know why he says it when he calls out in a voice just above a whisper, “Go crawl back in his bed!”

She’s going to do exactly that.

The sight of her extended middle finger draws a laugh from Haechan, but she doesn’t look back. She climbs the stairs and vanishes from sight.

He collapses back down onto the sofa, trying to stop straining his ears for any sounds overhead. What is he trying to hear, anyway? The creaking of the floorboards? The squeak of the mattress springs as she rejoins Shotaro in bed? Or what, her waking Shotaro and them making sounds together.

A strange pit opens in Haechan’s belly, twisted full of complex knots that he can’t even begin to untangle the meaning of.

Somehow, he eventually falls asleep, though his dreams are possessed with jealous scenarios. Her face, Shotaro’s, his own. Scenarios where he gets her, only to find her taken away in Shotaro’s arms. Dreams where he’s trapped outside the room while the sounds of her and Shotaro having sex echo in his ears. He wouldn’t necessarily call them nightmares.

He doesn’t know exactly what wakes him in the morning, but something startles him awake, finding himself with a face full of bright sunlight on the sofa in the living room. His blanket is tucked up beneath his chin, and there are voices everywhere. Mainly though, he hears Shotaro’s voice, telling some story, and as the words come together in Haechan’s still half-asleep brain, he realizes that the story Shotaro is telling is a lie. An excuse for why he’s come down from his room this morning with company.

Haechan opens his eyes, catching sight of her standing on the stairs. She’s wearing her own clothes now, that hickey from the night before hidden away. He remembers one of his dreams when he’d been the one to give her that mark.

The others seem to buy the bullshit story about her being drunk, vomiting and passing out in Shotaro’s bed. Haechan hears the quiet exchange of words between her and Shotaro in a soft, lovey-dovey tone that makes Haechan want to be sick. He sees them leave the stairs, making for the door and their smooth escape, and he can’t help it. He wants to make himself known to them before they leave.

“Such a gentleman, our Shotaro.” He says, “Letting her sleep in your bed. So sweet.”

She turns her head around so quickly, Haechan would be surprised if it didn’t hurt her neck. There’s venom in her eyes, but at the moment, Haechan can’t feel the sting of it. Especially when he’s instead blinded by the bright, bright sunlight as Shotaro throws open the front door. To combat her glare, Haechan responds with a wink and a wave, though that just makes her pretty face tighten.

“You should go home, Haechan,” she repeats her parting words from the night before. “Stop crashing on their couch.”

He laughs, because what else is there to do?

She and Shotaro step out into the daylight, closing the door behind them. He laughs again, chuckling to himself as he remembers her words, the look on her face.

A pillow smacks him full in the face.

Haechan swears, bringing his hands up to ward off the possibility of a second attack as the pillow falls away. He looks up to see Renjun standing over him, glaring down at him. “She’s got a point. Either pay rent, dude, or get off our couch. Figure out the deal with your roommate.”

It’s impossible to figure things out with his roommate, but luckily, the other guy gets a girlfriend — the lucky bastard — and he starts spending all of his time at her apartment. Haechan returns to his ways of jerking off every chance he gets just so he can attempt to forget about those dreams he’s been having about Shotaro and her tangled together in bed.

Weeks pass, and he manages to do a pretty good job of avoiding them. It helps that most of his nights are spent in his own bed at his own dorm now, but even when all of their friends are together, he always manages to miss being one-on-one with her and Shotaro. Until one weekend.

The camping trip to the lake.

All day long, Haechan was tortured by the sight of her bathed in sunlight, wind blowing through her hair, her face constantly lit up with smiles and laughter. All of the girls were wearing bikinis which had been a delightful sight to his eyes, and Haechan had even found his attention drifting to a few of the guys to admire the way their muscles moved and glistened with sweat in the sunlight. But his attention kept returning to her and the way she filled out her bikini. She easily could be a model, so gorgeous that he can imagine her as one of the models on the cover of a swimsuit catalogue, a Victoria Secret runway, or a Playboy magazine.

He purposely puts himself close to her all day, though he also notices the way that she keeps gravitating toward wherever Shotaro is.

Sometimes Haechan allows himself other distractions. He wrestles with Mark and Renjun in the shallows. He plays beach volleyball with several of them. He flirts with Karina where she floats on a pool float tied to the dock. He spends a short while sunbathing on the dock with one of the girls and Xiaojun, all three of them staring up at the clouds.

And then comes the time in the early afternoon when a few of them start playing chicken. Shotaro is nowhere in sight, so Haechan takes the opportunity to ask the object of his lust if she would like to play. And to his luck and surprise, she agrees to partner with Haechan, letting him hold her on his shoulders. Her bare thighs rest over his shoulders, her fingers in his hair, and he knows it’s probably just his imagination, but he could swear he can smell her — sweet temptation tucked just beneath the scent of sunscreen and sweat and those fruity drinks Xiaojun and YangYang had been mixing up and passing out all day.

They lost the game of chicken, but Haechan didn’t even care because for those few moments he’d had her. Or at least, it had felt like he did. Her fingers had tugged at his hair as she said his name with her thighs on his shoulders. And maybe his imagination got a little carried away. It was a good thing he was up to his waist in the lake so no one could see the trouble rising in his shorts thinking about all of her sun kissed skin against his.

It wasn’t until hours and hours later, when the sun was plunging towards the horizon, when some of the other guys were busy grilling meat, that Haechan sat down beside the bright bonfire, pulling on a hoodie to ward off the chill sweeping in. Some of the others drift inside to rinse off after the day spent on the lake, the others start dinner preparations, and Haechan helps out some, mostly as a mood-maker, trying to draw laughs out of those whose faces have grown grim with hunger and irritability after being in the sun all day.

When Haechan looks across the fire after a while, he finds her sitting there. Her hair is damp, her cheeks ruddy from the sun, but she’s freshly showered, dressed warmer now. Gone is all of that gorgeous exposed skin, the bikini that had felt like nothing when he’d held her on his shoulders earlier. He watches as Shotaro passes by her, brushing his hand over her shoulders. Haechan witnesses the little grin she throws towards Shotaro as he keeps walking into the house. She makes a move like she could just follow, and Haechan’s imagination takes that and runs with it, envisioning the two of them sneaking off and fucking in the house, imagining how he could walk in….

“This is a nice break, huh?” A girl drops down into the seat beside him. She smiles, wrapping her arms around her knees as she draws them up towards her chest. “I don’t know about you, but I feel like this semester is kicking my ass.”

Haechan welcomes the distraction.

“Professor Kang especially,” Haechan agrees. He and this girl have several classes together since they’re in the same major, and the course that Professor Kang teaches is one required for the major, but if it wasn’t Haechan would have dropped it by now.

She laughs. “Kang’s class is a little rough. But I’m doing pretty well in it right now if you need any help.”

Haechan isn’t even surprised by that. The girl sitting beside him is probably the smartest in their year. She does well all the time; the professors compliment her on it in class. Haechan’s definitely sought her out before for help dozens of times since they met as freshmen.

“I might take you up on that,” he sighs, tipping his head back to look up at the sky. “But like you said, this is a nice break. I feel like this weekend we can all just relax and let loose a little.”

She’s smiling when he looks over at him. “When do you ever hold back from letting loose, Lee Donghyuck?”

The sound of his full name from her lips makes his stomach do a flip. People so rarely use it, and when they do he’s often in trouble. But that’s not how she said it, with her voice warm and happy, full of laughter.

She is laughing, Haechan realizes, and he laughs too. She’s not wrong. Haechan takes pretty much every opportunity he can to crack jokes, to relax, to bring a little brightness to the days of the people around him.

Xiaojun comes over to see what’s so funny, and he draws her attention away until Haechan feels like he’s been cut out of the conversation. He decides to go help finish up the last of the meal prep.

He does his best to try to rile up some of the others as they all eat. Trying to get a round of dares going because he wants to see someone have to go skinny dipping in the lake tonight even though the night air is quite cold now. No one’s up to play his game unfortunately, but as the night sinks in around everyone at the fire, Haechan does convince YangYang to drink with him, to see which of them can drink the most.

The more he drinks, the harder it is for Haechan to keep his eyes from drifting across the fire. The harder it is to ignore the way Shotaro and the girl are so wrapped up in each other. And Haechan Isn't blind, although all of their friends might be, so he can see that Shotaro has stolen her heart, and that unsettles Haechan.

For as long as Haechan has known her she hasn’t been tied down in a relationship, but now he can see that if she isn’t already, then she’s about to be fully in one.

It throws off the balance of the world he knows, shutting out any possibility of him getting to experience any fun with her.

Unsettled, jealous, a little drunk maybe (though Haechan refuses to admit that YangYang might have beat him), that’s what drives Haechan to say what he does.

His words leap over the fire as everyone’s making jokes about Mark and one of their other friends finally jumping over the line between just friends and fuckbuddies.

Haechan’s eyes are fixed on her and Shotaro, his heavy tongue lifts, mouth open to draw everyone’s attention to the secret couple in their midst.

He can tell from the look in her eyes then that he’s done for. There’s no going back from these words he’s speaking, but it’s too late. Drunken words are sober thoughts, and all that, but it just keeps spilling out of him while the others around the fire look on.

“Shotaro has obviously been in love with you from the start,” Haechan can hear himself saying, “Literally that very first day you met each other. He wouldn’t stop talking about you that night on the way back to our dorm, and kept trying to get Renjun and Mark to invite him to places where you would be. Absolutely lovesick. And then you were his first kiss? How romantic! Did you take his virginity too?”

Jaemin spits his drink out when he laughs, and several of the others laugh as well, someone spouts out their own teasing comment aimed at Shotaro. The night crawls over Haechan’s skin, but he’s staring at her. At no one else but her and the fire reflected in her eyes. She’s beautiful. She’s pissed off, but she’s beautiful.

It’s the sound of the others around him joining in, it’s the alcohol soaking through his veins, he doesn’t even know what he’s saying anymore, just anything to embarrass Shotaro honestly, because Haechan can see their fingers knitted together now, and he knows that Shotaro is the one that she wants and Haechan hates that, he absolutely hates it. He was here first, he should’ve taken his chance while he could.

The jealousy eats at him, so he goes on and on, attacking everything from Shotaro’s lack of experience to the high likelihood of him being bad in bed.

Even when she rises to her feet, the fire in her eyes no longer just a reflection of the bonfire, but her own blazing anger, Haechan leans back in his seat and smirks. She uses his full name, and its the second time he’s heard it used today, but this time is certainly the more familiar usage — with the tone of anger and followed by her telling him to fuck off, an accusation of him being drunk.

He does start to feel a little bad about it when he notices the tears swimming in her eyes as she rails at him for bullying Shotaro. Haechan’s gaze flicks over to the other man, and he finds Shotaro looking a little embarrassed, but they all tease him about this stuff all the time, and Haechan’s drunk, so he can’t really be held accountable for what he’s saying right now. He and Shotaro will still be friends in the morning.

Haechan isn’t really listening to what she says, not until he hears her say, “We don’t all ask about your sex life, or lack thereof. It’s not like you’re getting a lot of action.”

That starts a fire in Haechan’s belly. It’s not like he never gets laid anymore. He can if he wants to, but it seems like since he found out about her and Shotaro his fantasies have starred the two of them more often than not, and he can’t have her, so it’s just a lot easier to settle for his hand and a fantasy.

But she’s not finished yet.

“Maybe you should be worried about your own skills instead of Shotaro’s.” She takes a half step forward, and Haechan is once again thinking about how hot she is even while she’s angry. She’s gorgeous, and maybe if she weren’t so obsessed with Shotaro, Haechan could redirect this anger she’s feeling into something more productive.

Or so he thinks, drunkenly, until her next words.

“Maybe if you were a semi-decent fuck, you’d not be sleeping on the sofa at their house every night.”

Those words finally hit home.

He’s not a bad fuck.

He’s more than a semi-decent fuck, thank you very much.

But hearing that insult from her is more than he can take at the moment. It’s annoying, is what it is. She doesn’t have any idea what she’s talking about. Just last week, at a party, he’d fucked a sorority girl boneless and she’d still begged him for more. He’s a good fuck.

He sits forward in his seat, fingertips digging into the edges of the arm as he tries to haul himself forward.

He at least has the sobriety of mind to bite his tongue from saying the first thing that springs to mind. He holds in the offer to show her firsthand his skills although the words dance right there on the tip of his tongue.

Instead, he says something else.

“You want to talk about what I’m up to every night?” He could tell her a thing or two — the kinks he’d awakened in his weeks of video-watching trying to get over her, the things he’s already been experimenting on with people he’s met on a hook-up app. She doesn’t need to worry about what he’s up to. “Why don’t we talk about how every night you’re there fu—“

Shotaro rocks to his feet, face twisted with anger that Haechan has never seen from him before. A shout leaves his lips, drowning out the rest of Haechan’s words, leaving them floundering in the taste of vodka on Haechan’s tongue.

Maybe this time they won’t be friends in the morning. Haechan can see that in the way Shotaro glares at him. At the possessive way that Shotaro puts his hand on her shoulder, moving her away from the fire, away from Haechan.

She goes.

Shotaro follows.

Haechan rises to his feet, wanting to follow because he’s not done.

Renjun’s there in an instant, and although he’s smaller than Haechan, he’s easily able to manhandle him. Especially since Renjun’s relatively sober and Haechan…. He’s had more than enough. He knows that. Renjun’s telling him as much as he corrals him inside the cabin, rambling to him and lecturing him about the things he’s said.

He doesn’t want a lecture. Doesn’t want to think about anything else. He definitely doesn’t want to sit inside this cabin and pretend like he can’t hear the muffled sounds of Mark and their other friend fucking in the back bedroom.

Renjun forces Haechan to sit at the kitchen table. He puts a glass of water down in front of him.

“Drink, Donghyuckie.” He collapses into the seat beside Haechan, rubbing at his forehead like he’s got a headache. “Why do you always have to stir up shit with Shotaro, huh? Just because he genuinely likes the girl you just want to fuck? Because she kissed him? Move on, buddy. She’s clearly not into you. There are plenty of other people that are.”

Haechan glares but doesn’t say a word, just downs the glass of water as quickly as he can. Renjun just picks it up and refills it for him.

He doesn’t want to talk about this with Renjun. Doesn’t want to talk about it with anyone. So he just sits there silently and sullenly, allowing Renjun to all but waterboard him in an attempt at sobering him up.

By the time the couple in the back room stumble out to the kitchen, looking a little bit rough and blushing, Haechan does feel a whole lot less drunk. Some of the others have started to drift inside, toting in their blankets and their drinks and snacks. Calling it a night.

Haechan can hear someone singing out by the fire though, and Renjun wanders back out there, his voice joining in. Haechan can’t just sit inside and be miserable, and he doesn’t feel tired yet, so when Mark heads back to the fire, Haechan follows.

Wherever her and Shotaro had gone while Renjun dragged Haechan off, they’ve returned. She sits tucked into Shotaro’s side. They look happy, and Haechan feels like shit.

And his mind is a lot more clear now. The jealous haze is gone, except for a tiny wrinkle of it in the back of his mind, so he has the clarity to at least stop by where the two of them sit.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles, ducking his head. “I was a dick before, and I know it. I just — I don’t really have any excuse, other than that I was just being an asshole.” He lowers his voice a little, glancing at where their hands now sit intertwined above the blanket that covers their laps. “But, hey, now it’s not a secret anymore, right?”

That thought doesn’t seem to reassure either of them too much, so Haechan walks away, snuggling into the spot between Mark and Renjun. The girl Haechan had talked with about school earlier is sitting across the fire shooting looks at him, and he can’t help wondering if he was that much of an asshole earlier that she’s wary of him; he and her have always gotten along, but now when he looks at her, she avoids eye contact.

Haechan steers away from the bottle of whiskey that is getting passed around, and slowly the rest of the night passes. The crowd around the bonfire shrinks as his friends disappear inside, and soon there are only a core few of them left.

The night wind whistles in off the lake, biting at his bare legs where he’s still wearing his swim trunks from earlier today.

Jeno laughs, then he turns to look at Haechan, at the other few still left. It’s only Shotaro and his girlfriend, Jeno, Haechan, Xiaojun, Mark, and the girl from earlier left around the fire now.

It’s grown cold out even with the bonfire. Haechan wishes he’d opted to put on warmer clothes earlier in the evening instead of just his thin swim trunks and a hoodie. Several of the others are bundled up in jackets and pants and blankets. As Haechan looks around the fire, the girl he has class with shivers, tucking her feet under the blanket covering her lap. Xiaojun is still sitting beside her and he drapes another blanket across her lap.

Jeno smiles around the fire at all of them as he says, “Maybe before we all head in, we take a dip in the hot tub.”

“I think I’m done for the night.” Mark stands up, stretching his arms above his head. “It’s too cold.”

“It helps that you’ve got someone new to warm your bed, though, I bet,” Jeno calls at Mark’s retreating back. Mark just flips him off.

Haechan is chilled to the bone, so it sounds good to him. Xiaojun also heads in for the night, but all of the others agree, and before he knows it, he’s stripped down to his boxers, sitting in the boiling hot water of the tub up on the deck. He’d almost forgotten about it since it’s tucked off to the side of the house.

He’s entirely sober now. He’s downed enough water over the last two hours that he’s probably fully replenished any of the dehydrating effects of what he’d drunk earlier in the night. But tragically, as he realizes after he’s been stewing in the hot tub for a little while, he needs to piss.

He’s not so much of a dick that he’d do it in here, so he gets up. Internally he curses at how cold the air is on his bare skin, but externally he doesn’t say anything even as he can see the steam rising from his skin, even as his swim trunks cling tight to his hips and ass. He just grabs his sweatshirt from where he dumped it with everyone else’s clothes, and he heads inside.

He just goes in to take a piss, expecting he’ll be back out there with the rest of them in a minute. There is no way Haechan’s gone for longer than five minutes, but when he steps into the kitchen on his way back outside, he finds the girl who’d been in the hot tub now sitting at the table. Jeno’s clothes are on the floor, which means he’s probably not out there either. Did they all come in?

She’s got her head pillowed on her arms, but she turns her head to the side as Haechan approaches. Her eyes look heavy, sleepy, as if she’d been about to doze off.

“Are you just gonna sleep out here?” Haechan asks.

There are plenty of rooms in this house to sleep in, not to mention those nice tents out there by the fire. If it’s her roommates she’s trying to avoid — which he would also avoid rooming with Karina and Winter, like she was supposed to be — his room on the second floor is still open.

“You know the King bed upstairs is still open,” Haechan tells her without really knowing why he’s offering. He’d won that single room fair and square from the other guys. But maybe it’s because he’s slept with Karina before — actually slept with her, not just fucked her, though he has done that too — in a room shared with Winter, and he knows the sparks of jealousy that Winter can ignite when her space is infringed upon. “If it's the idea of rooming with Karina and Winter that has you scared to sleep in there, you’re welcome to the room up there.”

Her eyes go wide for a second, mouth forming a soft o, and she shakes her head a little. She looks cute like that, and Haechan feels a little smile rise to his lips. He’s not saying that he’s never really thought of her that way, but it’s never really struck him much. Not when there was someone around to overshadow her like Shotaro’s girlfriend. But right now, she looks cute, open and vulnerable in her expression. Not to mention the open and vulnerable way that she’s still barely dressed from the dip in the hot tub. Haechan can’t fight the urge to sweep his gaze over her, all the skin exposed by the little bra she’s wearing and her underwear that are still wet and a tiny bit see-through.

He notices the way she draws her arms closer to her body, pressing the bundle of her clothes against her chest as she stands.

“Why is no one sleeping up there?” She asks, and it takes Haechan a second too long to remember that he’d just offered up his bed to her for the night.

Haechan explains quickly that he won the single room, and it’s still unoccupied because he’s not tired yet. And then he repeats his offer for her to take it. She just looks at him with these wide, pretty eyes, then she asks, “And what about when you do get tired? Where are you gonna sleep then?”

He just shrugs. He’s really not tired at all right now. He could use a good long soak in the hot tub, especially if the rest of them have abandoned it. Or maybe he’ll just go sit by the fire, pick up one of the beers someone surely left out there. And he’s pretty sure that YangYang left half a bag of marshmallows out there for roasting. So right now the thought of where he’s going to sleep isn’t really something he’s too concerned about. “That’s a problem for then.”

She doesn’t say anything to that, so Haechan reaches for the door to step back outside, and the doorknob has just turned beneath his hand when he hears her quiet voice behind him.

“When you get tired Haechan….” She pauses just long enough that Haechan turns to look back at her.

She’s twisting her shirt in her hands like she’s nervous, and Haechan can’t help smiling at that. Does he make her nervous? They’ve been friends for a while now, sharing classes, study rooms, meals and conversations. When they’d talked earlier today she hadn’t seemed nervous at all, but right now she does, and Haechan knows that when they first became friends she had a crush on him, but he thought she grew out of it. Maybe not. Her cheeks grow a little warm, her gaze dipping away from his before returning.

“Well, it’s a big bed,” she says, “I’m happy to share.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Haechan pulls the door open, still watching her.

He sees something there in her eyes, buried deep. Just a flicker of some deeper hunger, a small spark in the dark.

Interesting.

But it’s gone just as quickly, and Haechan looks away, murmuring a quiet “goodnight” to her, and then he’s stepping out through the doorway.

Just as he rounds the corner of the house to return to the hot tub, Haechan freezes in place.

The hot tub, which had held four people when he left, and which he believed would now be empty, still holds two people.

Haechan shrinks back around the corner of the house, but he doesn’t withdraw completely. Doesn’t look away.

How could he look away from the sight of one of his fantasies playing out right in front of his eyes? The girl he’d just finally relinquished his lustful crush on now straddling Shotaro? Her shoulders steam as she drapes her arms over Shotaro’s shoulders, as he draws a hand up out of the water to touch her back. Haechan can’t look away, transfixed by the way that she shivers into Shotaro, the way her back arches slightly against his light touch. And she’s smiling, holding Shotaro’s gaze when Haechan sees the other man’s wrist flick, and then his breath catches in his throat.

Her bra falls away, and Haechan has dreamed of her tits. He has had very, very specific fantasies about fucking them, fondling them, resting his head on them during post-coital bliss.

But he’s never seen them in person. Not until right now.

Shotaro drops her bra over the edge of the hot tub, and Haechan can only stare, like a fucking pervert, at her bare tits. They’re perfect. Her nipples stand to attention in the cool air, and then Shotaro’s hands are on them, just like Haechan wishes his were. His hands flex at his sides, curling into fists, trying to rid himself of the phantom feeling of soft boobs in his hands.

And then Shotaro’s lips are on her neck, and Haechan watches the way her eyes flutter shut, her mouth falls open.

He should stop looking.

Look away, he tells himself. Just go inside, and stop being a pervert.

But he likes watching.

He likes to see the way her body reacts. The way she gasps and shifts in Shotaro’s lap as he kisses her neck, as he trails his kisses down. The soft moan she lets out when he scrapes his teeth over her collarbone.

Fuck.

Haechan feels his cock stirring in interest.

He notices when she shifts higher in Shotaro’s lap, when her mouth falls open on a sigh that becomes a moan of Shotaro’s name. And then she starts moving, rolling her hips, and Haechan realizes that Shotaro must have his fingers inside her right now. She clutches at Shotaro’s shoulders, and Haechan wishes with all his being that he could be Shotaro right then. To have his fingers buried inside her soft, tight heat. To have his lips on her tits, her writhing in his lap and saying his name.

Haechan can tell Shotaro isn’t holding back. He’s not teasing, not drawing it out. He’s just giving it to her exactly like she wants it. And Haechan drinks in the show, the way she rides Shotaro’s fingers, her face flushing and eyes aglow when she looks at Shotaro’s face. And then, Haechan gets to witness her cumming, falling apart on Shotaro’s fingers, beneath Shotaro’s lips. She pulls at his hair so tightly.

Haechan doesn’t even notice at first that his hand has risen to his own hair. That he’s knotted his fingers through it. He tugs, and it’s only at the jolt of pleasure that goes straight to his cock that he realizes what he’s doing.

He’s so damn hard in his pants right now.

Even watching her kiss another man, in this context, Haechan feels nothing but arousal. He watches, knowing that it’s wrong, but also knowing that he likes it.

He likes watching her with her guard down, uninhibited and raw with Shotaro, unaware that Haechan’s watching. The thought makes his cock throb a little, and Haechan reaches down, just offering his cock a little squeeze.

They’re moving again in the hot tub. Her and Shotaro are making out, and Haechan, from his vantage point twenty feet away, can only barely hear Shotaro moaning into the kiss. More importantly, Haechan’s focused on the way her body moves, on how she’s clearly grinding down on Shotaro, but Haechan wonders if he missed the moment when she started riding Shotaro, or if she’s really only teasing him right now.

Another squeeze of his hand around his cock, the glide of his palm over the tip.

Fuck, she’s so sexy right now. On top. In charge.

The wind whips around the corner of the house towards Haechan, carrying with it the sound of Shotaro whining. His head thumps against the side of the hot tub, just gazing up at her. Haechan wishes, again, that he was in Shotaro’s spot, looking up at her like she’s a star in the night sky, like she’s the moon, like she’s all that matters in the universe with her pussy so tight around him.

He shivers, his foot moving.

His toes knock into a small branch on the deck, and it makes a small scraping sound, rolling away across the boards.

Haechan moves, drawing further back around the corner, but lingers close enough to peek around.

For a moment he thinks he sees her look in his direction, but there’s no shout of anger, no look of surprise.

She just dips her head to kiss Shotaro’s cheek or his neck. Her hair falls in a curtain obscuring Haechan’s view a little bit until she sits up a moment later. She shivers in Shotaro’s lap, goosebumps rising on her skin and her fucking nipples look like they would feel so good in Haechan’s mouth.

Damn it all.

He pushes his hand down the front of his swim trunks, fingertips moving over his abdomen, down to wrap his hand around his bare cock at last.

Now Haechan can see that she was definitely just grinding on Shotaro before. He can see the way she rises up a little bit, the way she reaches down beneath the water, this look of mischievousness and delight in her eyes as she sinks down on Shotaro’s cock.

And then she moans, and Haechan’s entire body goes numb.

That sound.

It’s unmistakable and so loud that probably half of his friends heard it in the house. Not that her or Shotaro seem to care.

Judging by the way that she moans, Haechan feels a new brand of jealousy. Is Shotaro’s cock really that good? Haechan has never seen it, obviously he’s never heard any tales about it, but if just sinking down on him has her making a sound like that then Shotaro must have a dreamy cock.

Haechan thumbs at his tip, smearing a bit of precum around, reminding himself that he shouldn’t be doing this. Shouldn’t be jerking off to the sight of his friends fucking unwittingly in front of him.

But then she starts moving, starts kissing Shotaro in an absolutely filthy way with visible tongue and moaning from both of them. He can see Shotaro with his hands on her ass, her back, her tits.

Haechan just leans against the wall of the house, hand fisting his cock as he starts jerking off, moving his hand at the same pace that she’s moving on Shotaro.

And when she starts bouncing? Tits jumping on her chest, Haechan feels a new jolt of lust and lets a fantasy overlay reality. He’s still watching her with Shotaro, but he’s also envisioning himself beneath her, her pussy hugging his cock, her ass smacking against his thighs, and his lips wrapped around her tit, his hand at her hip to keep her moving. In his fantasy, Haechan is making her moan, but in reality, he’s mostly just hearing Shotaro, which should probably be a turn-off, but something about everything combined means that Haechan’s cock is growing harder, more wet at the tip as he twists his wrist, imagining his face buried in her tits.

He thinks about earlier today, when she’d sat on his shoulders for the game of chicken, the scenario his mind had come up with then of eating her out, her taste on his lips as he’d imagined the smell of her all around him.

Haechan bites his bottom lip, feeling a tug in his belly, the tightness in his balls.

And when he refocuses on the sight in front of him, he watches Shotaro standing up, lifting her out of the water with her legs twisted around his hips. She laughs a little, her voice carrying clear over to Haechan as she says, “Fuck me, Taro! It’s cold out here.”

Shotaro laughs too, turning to sit her ass down on the edge of the tub.

Not that either of them could possibly be aware of it, but doing this has made Haechan’s view just that much better. Although now he’s getting an eye full of Shotaro’s ass, Haechan can also see where their bodies join. Can watch her thighs tighten against Shotaro’s hips as he drives into her, can catch a glimpse of his cock pushing into her and — oh, fuck, Haechan can barely hold in a moan as he sees her pussy. Pretty, perfect. Again, he imagines licking her out, his tongue swirling circles on her clit, her voice moaning his name.

“Taro!” She cries out, shattering that little bit of Haechan’s fantasy. But still.

Her nails rake over Shotaro’s back, and Haechan feels phantom zings of pleasure down to his lower back.

Shotaro fucks her like he’s got experience, and fuck, Haechan supposes that he does have experience right here with her. He knows exactly where to touch, where to kiss, what angles and how deep and everything that Haechan doesn’t know in this situation. He fucks her with confidence, and with the ability to show her so much pleasure that Haechan can tell she’s on the brink of orgasm.

He’s close too, seeing her like this. All laid out like a vision as Shotaro works her to the edge.

And then it happens.

There’s no denying it now, not when she glances his way, and their eyes catch.

Haechan thinks that this is it. That he’s done for.

But she doesn’t look away. She doesn’t yell and make Shotaro stop so they can kill Haechan for being a pervert. She locks eyes with him, and there’s something there in her gaze that makes him reevaluate everything that’s happened in the last few minutes. Earlier when he thought he’d narrowly avoided being caught, had he actually been spotted? Had they put on a show for him?

Fuck, that thought alone, that any part of what he’s witnessing had been done with him in mind, even just a little bit.

Shotaro grabs her chin, dragging her mouth back to his. Her eyes flutter shut, Haechan forgotten.

Haechan doubles down on his cock, and his orgasm hits right as hers rocks through her. He cums over his fist inside his swim trunks, watching her toes curl, her fingers dragging through Shotaro’s hair and down over his shoulders.

He’s still pumping his cock, his body wracked with pleasure, when she slips off Shotaro’s cock to sink into the water, and Haechan watches her give the most intense, sloppiest head to Shotaro. Maybe Haechan cums again a bit, watching her bob her head on another man’s cock, and perhaps he feels a bit filthy for it too, but there’s a deeper satisfaction to be found there.

Haechan doesn’t hang around to watch Shotaro cum in her mouth. He slips back around the house, down the stairs from the deck, and he walks over to the bonfire. They really should’ve put it out before they walked away, but it’s dying now anyway. The last burning embers of it flicker in the wind off the lake, and Haechan takes a seat, wipes his cum-covered hand off on a towel that someone left slung over this chair, and he stares into the embers to process what the fuck just happened.

How is he going to be able to look either of them in the eye again after tonight? If Shotaro knew that he was watching, then their friendship is probably definitely over.

He can’t believe he just stayed there and watched.

Of course, he knew he was a bit of a perv, maybe an exhibitionist when his roommate walked in on him the first time and Haechan liked it. He definitely knew he was into it when he held eye contact with his roommate while cumming that other time. And, sure, his interest in watching porn definitely stemmed from him enjoying watching other people going at it.

But this?

“Haechan.”

It’s the sound of his name that finally snaps him out of his stupor.

He has to blink away the afterimage of the embers imposed on his eyes, but when it clears enough, he sees her and Shotaro both standing there staring at him. Hands clasped, still wet and flushed from the hot tub.

He doesn’t know if they’re here to talk or if they’re claiming one of the nice tents out here to sleep in tonight. Either way, Haechan doesn’t want to be here.

He stands up, not making eye contact, brushing right by them with nothing more than a goodnight.

Inside the cabin, it’s very quiet. Everyone is asleep, and Haechan can feel the need to sleep finally catching up with him, the big bed upstairs calling his name.

Shit, he remembers, the bed isn’t empty anymore.

He does his best to open the door quietly, but even with his caution, he has barely pushed the door open before he hears the sound of a startled movement from the bed. She’s half-lifted herself up, and she’s just staring at him in the dark.

“Sorry,” he apologizes as he steps inside. “It’s just me.”

She sighs and sinks back down into the bed, and that’s when Haechan realizes she’s lying on his side of the bed. He prefers the left side, but it seems rude to ask her to move now. He closes the door again behind himself, and he does his best to keep quiet as he moves around the room towards the ensuite bathroom. He needs to rinse off – or at the very least clean up his jizz.

Haechan pulls his hoodie off, letting it fall to the floor, and then he casts a quick glance at the girl laying in his bed. Her back is to him, so he feels fine about it as he drops his swim trunks and takes those last few steps into the bathroom fully nude.

He flicks the light on in the bathroom and takes a look down at himself. Gross. He grabs a wad of toilet paper to clean himself up, then decides the still slightly damp washcloth draped over the edge of the bathtub will be better. It takes only a moment to wipe his tacky cum off his skin, then he turns the light off again, and steps back out into the room. She’s still got her back to him, and she doesn’t move at all when he walks across the room to reach the desk where he’d sat his baggage for the weekend.

It’s pitch black in there anyway, so even if she were to look over at him, it’s not like she would really see anything. And it’s not like Haechan isn’t confident in how he looks. He is. But… this is different.

His bag is sitting on the desk, and he quickly grabs out a pair of sweatpants, slips them on, then walks over to the wrong side of the bed.

“You smell like lake water, bonfire smoke, and chlorine.” Her voice is half-muffled.

“I’ll shower in the morning,” Haechan says, pressing his face into the pillow. It’s not right. This pillow isn’t as comfortable, but that’s probably because he brought the pillow on his side of the bed from home. It’s perfectly formed for him, and he’s half-tempted to drag it out from beneath her head or maybe make her switch him sides of the bed. “You’re on my side of the bed, by the way.”

She snorts a tiny sound of amusement.

Haechan moves just slightly, and he feels his foot bump against some part of her. Possibly her calf – he doesn’t know, all he knows is that whatever part of her it is is soft and warm.

“You’re the one that invited me,” she teases, “Guess you should’ve been more specific about where you wanted me.”

She turns over to face Haechan then, and the movement sends a tiny puff of air in his direction. She smells nice, and he breathes in again, noticing that she doesn’t smell like nasty lake water or chlorine, and she only smells a tiny bit like smoke from the fire, but there’s something else sweet and aromatic about her that makes his mouth water just a tiny bit.

And maybe his dick grows a little hard too, if he’s being honest.

She’s already in his bed, so it doesn’t take a whole lot for his imagination to get carried away, especially not when he notices that now that his eyes have adjusted to the light level, it’s not nearly as dark in this room as he’d first thought. There are two uncovered windows, and light comes in through both of them – from the fading bonfire and from the lights over the hot tub on the deck below.

In that small amount of light, he can see her face now, and when his eyes briefly dip lower he can see that she is still only wearing that clingy thin bra that she’d worn in the hot tub. Her tits look perfect right now, like they would feel perfect in his hands or beneath his lips. He can just imagine rolling her onto her back, tugging the top edge of that material down, taking one of her nipples into his mouth….

But no. He’s not going to fuck her tonight.

They’re just friends, and he might be a manwhore but he’s not an asshole. Making a move on her when it’s already so late and she’s clearly half-asleep, when he’s the one that told her that she could just sleep in this bed, that would obviously be a dick move.

So no, not tonight. But he’s not saying never.

“Next time I’ll make it clear where I want you,” Haechan says, and he hopes she hears the promise that if they someday find themselves in a position at all similar to this one, he’ll be glad to position her exactly how he might want her.

In the morning, Haechan gets rudely awoken by YangYang shoving into the room, not even bothering to knock in his rush to use this room’s bathroom. Haechan just groans and rolls over, stretching his limbs out across the bed as far as they can go, and it takes him a moment to realize why all of the space tickles some part of his brain as strange. Because then he remembers that this bed wasn’t empty when he fell asleep last night.

Haechan lifts his head to squint at the side of the bed that prior to last night had been his. Empty. Sheets rumpled, but empty of the girl who had filled them.

He just drops his head back down, and he rolls over, sliding onto that half of the bed to get comfortable on his own pillow from home.

The only thing is that it doesn’t smell like home right now.

It smells like her, like that pretty attractive scent he’d breathed in last night. He feels a little perverted when he buries his nose in the pillow to take a whiff. There’s one spot that stimulates something deep in his brain, and he wonders if that’s where she’d laid her head for most of the night, if that’s her shampoo that he’s smelling the most right there. He groans a little.

Yeah.

He’s definitely a perv because he’s getting hard again.

First the hot tub voyeurism and now this?

God damn, he’s a freak.

Willfully ignoring the rising problem, Haechan gets out of bed and heads down to the kitchen, determined to start the day off either with a coffee if someone’s got some brewing or a beer or maybe even something stronger if it’s available.

Renjun squints at Haechan when he comes down, complaining about how he’d been woken up by Jeno nearly puking on him, hungover as hell. He lays all the blame on Haechan, since he’d been Jeno’s drinking buddy earlier in the night yesterday, and he’d also been one of the last ones hanging out with him last night, so he should’ve at least gotten him to trade out the alcohol for water. But thinking of Jeno makes Haechan think of the hot tub, and thinking of the hot tub makes him think about the scene he’d witnessed, and that is something he can’t think about right now.

He can’t risk it showing on his face somehow, and he refuses to admit to anyone else about his perverted moment last night. He can’t even face the happy couple. Not over breakfast when they appear in the kitchen hand-in-hand, blushing and bright-eyed from outside where they’d slept in one of those tents.

He avoids them until he can’t anymore.

For some reason, YangYang is the one allowed to steer the boat that had come with this rented property on the lake, which YangYang thinks makes him the Captain. He stands on the dock, waving everyone on board until the boat is at maximum capacity minus one.

Haechan lingers on the dock as Shotaro and his girlfriend step onto the boat.

YangYang stands there, watching Haechan, waiting. “Dude, are you not coming?”

To everyone’s surprise, but no one more so than Haechan, Shotaro answers. “Oh, no. Haechannie likes to just watch.”

Heat flashes through Haechan’s face.

So they both knew about last night.

And Shotaro is making jokes about it.

Her face is lit up with laughter. Everyone else brushes the comment off, but Shotaro smiles, looking at Haechan with forgiveness in his eyes, even amusement.

Haechan rocks past YangYang and onto the boat. He puts his arm around Shotaro’s shoulders, and he glances first at her where she’s watching the two of them, and then he meets Shotaro’s gaze so close to his own.

“Consider me a tourist,” Haechan says, and the feeling of his words resound in his bones. “I just want to enjoy the view.”

That brings a laugh from both of them, Shotaro pushes him away, but Haechan moves further onto the boat. And then YangYang hops on board, unmoors it from the dock, and moments later he’s Captaining everyone across the lake.

And Haechan looks around at his friends, his gaze lingering a little extra long on the happy couple, where Shotaro’s hand rests so low on her waist that it’s pretty much on her ass. His gaze passes momentarily over his friend who’d shared his bed last night; his attention pauses on Jeno where he’s wrestling with Jaemin, both of them shirtless and dripping with the beer that Jaemin had just dumped over Jeno. Haechan sees Karina and Winter drinking with Chenle. There’s Renjun grinning down at his phone at the far end of the boat. And Haechan again Haechan’s attention returns to the girl who had fled his bed this morning, she sits now with her head tipped back to soak in the sun while Xiaojun talks to her and flexes his muscles

Yes, Haechan thinks as he takes it all in, he’s certainly something of a tourist, enjoying the view.

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a/n: Chapter 1 done! If you’d like another perspective of this chapter, you should check out kiss kiss (fall in love) which is a 3 part Shotaro x Y/N fic, and that scene in the hot tub occurs in part 3!

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Baby Hughes (Quinn Hughes)

Having a baby with Quinn wasn't on your plans but a trip to his house change a lot of things.

Note: Requested. I made the Luke plotline a bit more dramatic...

Warnings: allusions of abortion.

You were literally shaking. Quinn had your hand on his, he was sitting next to you and talking to his parents. They already know, he had called to tell them, but now he was getting into details

"You are not a couple then" Ellen asked.

"We are not. We are living together now and trying to decide how it will be when the baby is born, but we are not a couple"

You swallowed and looked at the family. Jack was standing against a wall, Jim and Ellen sitting in front of Quinn and you, Luke on a chair on his phone.

Jack had welcomed you with a big smile and a warm hug. He was excited to meet you. Jim and Ellen had been polite and nice too. They were still a bit shocked with the news and felt as if they were walking on thin ice around you. And Luke... He had barely said hi, which had hurt a bit. Both to you and Quinn.

"Okay... And... You know each other for a while, right?"

"Yes. More than a year and a half" Quinn said.

"So... You were friends and..."

"How did it happen?" Jim asked.

You squeezed Quinn's hand and moved a bit closer to him looking for comfort.

"You have three kids dad..."Jack said.

"Jack" Ellen warned.

"Sorry"

Quinn took a deep breath.

"Dad, I'm not going to tell you. YN is not comfortable with it"

"I just..."

"It wasn't a one time thing, it wasn't us being irresponsible. We had something established and it took us here. It was an accident but it happened and we both talked about it. A lot. We are sure this is what we want and we are going to do it" Quinn stated.

You were looking at him. He had become your everything since you found out.

"W-we both want this baby. I want it. I want to be there for both of them so... We are going to have it."

Silence fell and you moved your hand to play with a bracelet on Quinn's wrist.

"Okay... We truly are happy for you guys, a baby is... Wow. But it was a big surprise. Sorry if we didn't react as planned"

You looked at Ellen and smiled.

"It was fine. I understand. You don't know me and I'm having your grandchild. It's a lot." You said. Quinn admired how you always had the right thing to say.

"Ow, the grandchild. You are getting so old guys" Jack spat laughing.

"You will be an uncle" Ellen told him.

The two siblings shared a quick look and Jack gasped.

"Uncle Jack" He covered his mouth. "Oh wow"

A shy smile formed on Quinn's lips. He couldn't believe the happiness his Jack's face was showing. He wanted nothing more than his brothers accepting you and your baby. They were his world and now so were you.

"Guys" You called for their attention. "I brought some stuff." You got up and picked something from your bag. Quinn was smiling at you and chuckled when Jack took the seat next to him.

When you sat back and opened the folder, Ellen jumped and hurried next to you. There was an ultrasound, the latest one. The baby could be seen perfectly, the shape of the little nose was there and also the shadow of the hands.

"Oh" She covered her mouth with her hand. "Is that..."

You looked at her and nodded.

"She is our baby" You said with a big smile.

"She?"

"A little girl" Quinn whispered. He couldn't believe he was going to be a dad, a girl dad. He would have his own little daughter with you.

Surprisingly, Ellen hugged your shoulders and kissed your head. "I'm so happy" She squeaked. "A little girl. I always wanted a little girl and I only got a house full of boys"

You all laughed. "Show them, Quinny" You told him.

He picked his phone and played the video. It was the baby moving in your belly with the heartbeat sounding on the background.

Quinn and you knew the video by heart. You had played it so many times already. Still, it made you feel many many things.

"But hey, do you have a belly?" Jack asked.

"That's rude" Luke muttered.

"It's fine. I do. It's growing so fast"

You got up and took the hoodie off. Its only purpose was to hide it, but know that you knew they were okay with it, you had no problem.

"Oh" Ellen took your hand. "You look so beautiful. And... It's so big already"

"You can touch. She moves a lot"

Ellen laid her hand on your belly and her eyes grew a lot. "Oh... Hi sweetheart. It's grandma."

"Hey, can I?" Jack asked.

You nodded and he also laid his hand on the bump. Quinn was observing with the biggest smile. He was so in love with you.

Luke was watching from his spot. He didn't know how to feel. And minutes later, when Quinn got up from the sofa, he swallowed hard.

"Look at this" Quinn was happy, he loved that baby a lot already. He didn't know it was possible.

Luke picked the black and white photo and looked at it. His brother Quinn was having a kid and he was barely a kid. When had this happened?

"Okay"

Quinn frowned.

"Okay?"

"Yeah, okay. What do you want me to say?"

"I don't know. Congratulations?"

"Congratulations, Quinn. I'm happy for you" Luke said in a dry tone.

Quinn was a bit taken aback.

"Are you not happy?"

"I just told you I am"

"You don't sound so excited"

"Well, it's just a baby. I can barely see it in this photo"

"See her. You are having a niece"

The two siblings were getting frustrated. Only you noticed. Somehow, you always found yourself with an eye on Quinn. You had been friends, then exclusive fuck buddies. But it was now when you could barely stop thinking of him. And when he was around, you only wanted to be by his side. He made you smile and laugh like no one. And now you were worried. But you didn't move.

"Luke, this is important for me"

"I know. Good for you"

"Luke..."

"I'll be upstairs. I need to... make a call or something" And the youngest disappeared under everyone's eyes.

Quinn sighed defeated. He was hurt. He wanted his youngest sibling to be happy.

After that night, things weren't better. The next day, Luke barely spoke to you or Quinn, but you both could forget about it with Jack.

"I can be a really good Godfather, you know?"

"Sure, Jack. We will pass you a test and see if you are qualified for the job" You said with a smile.

"Idiot" Quinn said laughing at his brother. "I'll never trust you my baby, not until she can take care of you"

"You both are really mean"

Quinn chuckled and got up, pressing a kiss on your head.

"Cute" Jack said moving his eyebrows at you. It made you look away.

Quinn tried to ignore it as he walked away.

"Really, you guys are cute"

"Stop"

"He always talked about you"

You looked at Jack.

"I don't see why"

"Well, because he adores you. It's not new. Definitely not because of the baby"

You touched your belly.

"I think she helped. But at first, you were Elias' friend, then YN, then..."

"Jack" You warned embarrassed.

"Then he wrote us, Luke and I, a text saying he was... seeing you"

"I-I know that"

"Yeah, but he also told us he has never been so comfortable around someone"

You bit your lip and looked at your hand. You played with the ring Quinn had gotten you for Mother's day. I know it's still soon, but I saw it and thought of you and... I had to get it. Only you two and a couple of friends knew. Not even his family. Your bump wasn't even that big. You still fit in our clothes by then.

"He adores you" Jack said and smiled.

"He was one of my best friends before this happened"

"And now?"

You sighed.

"It's difficult to define now because everything is the same but still different."

"He said the same"

"Did he?"

Jack nodded.

"He is still one of my best friends but now we have this bond for life and..."

"You are in love" Jack chucked and took a sip from his lemonade.

"We are n-, he is not..."

"Oh, so you are"

"You are horrible Jack"

"You guys are in love"

You rolled your eyes. "I don't like you"

He smiled so big.

"You do... I'm the coolest brother in law"

"You are not my..."

"Oh, am I not?"

Quinn hit the back of Jack's head. "Don't bother my girls"

It was the first time Quinn said something like that. It came so naturally, he didn't even notice. He had you at home around his family, sitting on your swimsuit and enjoying the warm sun next to the lake, joking with his brother, carrying his child... You were his girl. He truly didn't notice he had said that. But you and Jack did. He wiggled his brows at you and you wanted to run and hide in a bush or something.

His girls, baby. We are his girls.

"The heat is exhausting when you are carrying a baby, Quintin" You said laying on the bed. "Plus, the belly is already making it hard to lay like this" You said caressing the sides. "I think she is sleeping, she gave me a hard day"

You haven't noticed how quiet he was. Laying on the inflatable mattress, he was looking at the ceiling. You had both agreed to sleep like this. Even back in Vancouver, you slept in separate beds to not make things weird.

"Quinn?"

"Mhm" He turned his face to you. He looked tired. Last night, he barely slept.

"Are you okay?" You softly asked while sitting up.

"Yeah, why?"

You knew him so well.

"Quinn..." You pouted. "Please"

"Don't worry, YN." He didn't want you to be thinking about his problems with his brother. You were pregnant and needed to be relaxed.

"Quinn. I'm not letting you sleep until you tell me"

He smiled a bit. He loved you so much.

"Are you not?"

"It's a promise" You smiled too and patted your (his) bed. "Come here, bud"

"Don't call the father of your daughter bud, YN" He said walking in your direction. Quinn sat on the bed, thinking that all you want was to sleep, but you laid back against the pillow and pulled his shirt. "YN, what..."

"Shh..." You just wanted to feel him close.

Quinn let you guide him until his head was on your chest. Quinn let his body loose around you, his leg found a place between yours and his arm protectively held you. Your hand on his hair pulled him close to your neck and he closed his eyes.

"What's wrong?"

"I wish I knew" He muttered. The whole situation was so confusing fro him. "I don't know what's going on with Luke"

You kissed his forehead. The baby moved and Quin caressed the spot where he felt her.

"It's a lot, Quinn"

"It's also a lot for Jack and he is excited about it"

"They are different."

You barely knew them personally, but Quinn talked so much about them.

"It hurts. He has only been a dick since we arrived."

You hugged Quinn tight.

"Maybe he needs time"

"I'm trying" Quinn nuzzled his face on your neck and your heart started beating hard. "Can I sleep here?"

"You are sleeping here, bud"

He smiled and softly kissed your neck.

You loved Quinn, Jack was right. How could you not? He was perfect.

It took you a while to fall asleep, but you were happy because Quinn was out only a couple of minutes after saying good night.

Jack and I are going to the grocery shop. We'll bring breakfast.

You read the note and smiled a bit. In the mornings, he would let notes for you so the notifications from messages wouldn't wake you up.

You threw one of Quinn's bigger t-shirts over and some comfy shorts before fixing your hair and walking downstairs.

The morning was still fresh and it made you happy, but your smile suddenly disappeared when you found that Luke was the only one around. He was alone outside, sitting in the morning sun watching something on his phone.

You wanted him and Quinn to be fine, to be happy and share this experience. The tension between them was unbearable when they were in the same room and it had everyone worried. Ellen and Jack had already tried to talk to him, but he had just shrugged and said I'm fine. Maybe...

You walked to the table and picked up the folder with the ultrasounds and other things about the baby that you had brought with you and walked outside.

"Good morning" You softly said.

Luke looked up scared. You terrified him but he wouldn't admit it.

"Hey" He cleared his throat. "Um... Sit?"

You nodded with a smile and sat. You caught his eyes checking your belly.

"We haven't talked much" You noted.

He looked down at his hands. He looked embarrassed.

"Yeah..."

"Quinn talks a lot about you. He told me about that game you have soon"

"Mhm. It's pretty important"

"Yeah, he told me. He is going, right?"

He nodded. "I want them all in there." He looked up at you as his words left his mouth. Maybe it had been rude, the others already talked about you as a part of the family. But you were smiling.

"That's amazing. I love how close you are. I'm happy she is going to grow in a family like this" You said caressing your belly.

Luke swallowed. He already knew why you were here. He had just realized.

"But..." You turned more serious. "I see that something is off, Luke. And I feel as if it's my fault. I know that it kind of is because it involves my daughter and I, right?"

Luke felt the worst.

"YN-no"

You moved a bit closer and he tensed.

"Luke, listen... It's okay if you don't think of me as a part of the family, I know the situation is kind of weird. But please... My daughter and Quinn... They are your family" You took a deep breath. "I understand if you need time to process everything. You don't know me, it's fine. We can go slow, there is plenty of time for that. But talk to him. Quinn needs you all. Being a parent like this is really scary. I'm scared all the time. And so is him. He needs support. And he needs you. You are his little brother. He wants you to be a part of this too becuas he loves you so much. You are his best friends, he needs you both"

Luke sighed and moved in the chair. He had a knot on his throat.

"When we started discussing stuff about the baby... Do you wanna know what he told me first?"

"She is playing hockey" It was impossible to not smile a bit. He could imagine Quinn saying it.

You laughed and nodded. "Yes, she is playing hockey. He was like, I'm sure my mum still has our sticks and the skates. Well, maybe not the smaller ones because I remember Luke broke a pair"

"I was the third kid wearing those skates" He defended himself.

"I know, I know. No worries about that." You said patting his knee. "The thing is that he started talking about the first time you skated with him and... He wants that with her. He played with you guys since you started walking, he wants her to do that too. At first it was your parents and him, then Jack and then you. And now..." You stopped and breathed." I cried so much when we talked about this" You told him and he chuckled.

It was a surprise for you both, but Luke grabbed your hand and whispered "It's fine, take your time"

You both stayed in silence for a while.

"Luke"

"Mhm"

"Can you do that for me? Talk to him?"

"I can"

"Thank you"

Again, silence fell. Luke couldn't believe what he was thinking, what he was about to do. Because as you said, he didn't know you.

"Everything is changing so fast" He said.

You looked at him and squeezed his hand so he would continue.

"We were kids. Then Quinn left, then Jack and... I'm going to play in the NHL now and... Quinn will be a father and... It's scary"

"Oh Luke" You caressed his arm with your free hand. "Growing up is a shit. And stuff change so fast. But... You will always have them, you know that, right?"

"I'm going to New Jersey and he will have a baby to take care of back in Vancouver. Things won't be the same."

You took a deep breath. You understood so perfectly what he was feeling.

"I will promise you something, okay?" Luke nodded. "Once the baby is born and we are cool about travelling, I will take Quinn to see you guys as much as possible. Okay? You are not loosing Quinn to us. He... We want you close to our kid."

"You too?"

"You are special, guys. My girl is going to grow close to you. I'm making sure of it. You are the Hughes, honey"

You both chuckled. "Okay." He said with a smile.

"Everything will be okay"

"It will" He said.

You caressed his cheek and he turned a soft shade of pink. "Do you want to meet your niece?"

"That would be nice"

You lifted your shirt and showed him the belly. "Her feet are right there and she moves so much. So if you put you hand right here you can feel her"

He cautiously laid his hand on your belly.

"Honey, say hi to Uncle Luke" You said.

Soon, the baby moved and he looked at the bump with big eyes. "Oh"

You laughed at his face.

"That's so weird, YN" He said. "It feels... Strange"

Your laugh was making her move more.

"Isn't it... Oof... How does it feel?" He asked without moving his hand.

"So fucking strange, Lukey" You said.

"And... Does she weight?"

"Yeah. It's starting to get difficult to do some things."

The baby was still moving and Luke couldn't concentrate because he had never felt a baby bump.

"My goodness... She never stops, does she?"

"Nop. And she is getting stronger"

"You have a person you don't know growing in you. Aren't you freaked out?"

You laughed hard.

"Oh Luke! I know her. She is my baby"

"Man..." Quinn felt Jack's hand on his shoulder. They had arrived five minutes ago, just on time to watch Luke laying his hand on your bump. You were laughing together now, Luke looked freaked out and you looked like you were having the time of your life. Quinn wanted to cry. Literally.

"She is amazing" Jack whispered. He was also emotional. Everything was emotional about the situation. You, the baby, their younger bother.

"I love her, Jack. I love her so much."

"I know, Quinny."

"I need to do something"

"She loves you too. She told me"

Quinn looked at Jack.

"She did, man. Plus... It's obvious. Mum told me too"

"I don't know what to do"

"Whatever feels right, I suppose"

"Is that..." Jim asked.

They had also arrived right after the guys.

"Oh" Ellen covered her mouth. "Quinn..."

"I know mum"

"Keep her"

"She is already pregnant, mum"

"Jack" The three of them groaned.

"Sorry."

"I'm going out"

Luke and you looked up when you heard the door opening. With his hands on his pockets, Quinn was looking at you with glassy eyes.

"Hi..." He softly said.

"Hi, Quinny" You said with your cute smile and then looked at Luke.

Luke swallowed hard, his eyes were on Quinn. You cupped his face with one hand and gave him a big kiss on the cheek. All the other Hughes thought the same. She has superpowers.

"Everything will be alright" You whispered and he nodded. "Go"

The youngest got up and Quinn walked closer.

"Hey"

"S-she is nice. I mean. They are" He chuckled.

"Come here, moosey."

They hugged and you smiled from your place, both hands in your belly now. You were proud of yourself. The last thing you wanted was the family having problems because of you.

"I'm sorry" Luke whispered.

"It's fine. I love you"

"I love you too"

You had to dry a tear.

When they pulled apart, Quinn walked to you and towered over your body, hugging you from your back. With his arms wrapped around you, he kissed your cheek so many times.

"You are incredible" I love you.

Breakfast was different that day. Everyone was laughing and joking, Ellen was telling you a thousand stories about the guys growing up and you felt a part of the family already.

The guys decided to go out on the boat in the afternoon, but for security, you stayed back with Ellen. Halfway through the afternoon, she called your name.

"I found this" She squeaked in happiness. You got up from the sofa. "It's hockey gear"

You smiled and helped her opening the car. "Oh my god, This I so cute..."

"That's one of the first we got."

The box was full of mini hockey jerseys a couple of sticks and a pair of skates.

"You won't need to buy anything for at least 10 or 12 years"

You both laughed.

"It can stay here if you want, i can't imagine how messy things are in Vancouver"

"That would be nice. We-we still don't know where we are going to live or... How... So..."

Ellen looked at you and sighed.

"Quinn is a good guy. You already know that but... He won't let you down, YN"

You nodded and smiled.

"I know. That's why I'm doing this." You said. "If it wasn't with him... I know that he is going to be here for us"

Ellen grabbed your hand. "You have all of us"

"Thank you, Ellen. You are so nice. I know you don't know me and everything but still you opened your house for me and..."

"Hey, you are a part of the family now. I don't care if my son and you are a couple or not. You are my little girl's mum"

You hugged her. "She is happy" You said looking down at the bump.

When the guys arrived, they had this big fuss around their old gears, the three of them talking like coffeinated kids around the table. Then the dinner arrived and as always you stayed by Quinn's side. At some point you received a call from someone wanting to check on you and the baby, so the Hughes watched you walk away to the desk.

"I have told her she can leave everything here, until you guys settle. Those jerseys and the skates won't suit the baby for a few years"

Quinn looked at his mum.

"Yeah, that's nice. We've been looking for a place"

"Hey, you guys also need to tell us what a baby needs. Luke and I want to buy a gift to her" Jack said smiling.

"Not a devils jersey" Quinn jokingly said.

"You know that the kid will have one" Jack pointed at him. "Who will she cheer when her uncles are playing? The knights?! No Q. That little girl is having her own Hughes jersey"

Quinn shook his head. "Only because it's you guys"

"Quinn"

He looked up to see Luke standing by the doorframe. The folder with the ultrasounds and everything had been sitting in the living room since you arrived and the youngest liked to look at it when no one was watching. He always got this funny feeling on his chest. He had gathered only know the confidence to ask.

Quinn frowned a bit when he saw the ultrasound on Luke's hand.

"What are you doing with that?"

Luke blushed deeply and chocked a bit on his words.

"Can I keep one?"

The four Hughes around the table looked at him with smiles. Since your talk with him, Luke was a softie.

"Of course you can, Moosey" Quinn said smiling.

But there was something bothering him. His family loved you and the baby. They were obsessed with you both, they keep saying that about you being a part of the family, they were excited and all. It was incredible, yes. But it was overwhelming because he kept dreaming. At some points, he forgot what you were. Co-parents. It was overwhelming because he needed more. Much more. He wanted you to be the sister and daughter in love. The daughter his mom didn't have. He wanted to be back at home with his girlfriend and daughter. Not with hid daughter and her mum.

"I-I will go and check YN. She sat on the edge and I'm sure she won't be able to get up" He said trying to hide the suffocating feelings on his mind.

"Just imagine growing a baby inside of you" Jack started the conversation, Luke following close and starting a very deep discussion about how weird it must be.

Quinn walked down the deck and took deep breath.

"Quinny" You had finished the call and were making grabby hands at him.

He chuckled and shook his head.

"None of that. Be responsible of your actions"

You gasped dramatically.

"You wouldn't do that"

He ruffled your hair and sat next to you. You smiled and hugged his arm.

"Is everything okay back home?“

"All good. They were just checking on the baby."

You looked really pretty that night. The sun had bathed your skin and made it look beautiful. Your days by the lake and the pregnancy were working wonders on you.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" You said with a giddy smile.

"It's... Luke wants to keep an ultrasound"

You smiled so big.

"You said yes, right? I didn't gave him a talk for you to say no"

Quinn chuckled and grabbed your hand. "I said yes"

There was something different on his eyes, something soft.

"Thank you for the talk you gave him, by the way. I don't know what you said but... Thank you"

"It's a secret between Lukey, Ellie and I"

"Ellie?" His eyes opened like plates.

"Your mum is an angel, she definitely will be named after her"

The name was on the list. You remember Quinn's shy smile and pink cheeks when he said it's my mum's name.

Quinn took a deep breath. Then another. And then another.

"I'm in love with you, YN." He started. "I-I just love you so fucking much it hurts and I can't keep doing this. I can't keep having you around, being so nice and loving with my family knowing that you are not mine. I want more. It's not enough to be daughter's father."

You only reaction was to pull him to your lips. The kiss was deep and slow, showing all the emotions you had been swallowing this months. It was so fucking difficult to be around him when you knew how his mouth tasted and how his hands felt and do nothing more than a hug and a kiss on the cheek. It was so fucking difficult to have him around the whole time, loving you and your growing baby and not being able to give what you had a name.

"I have been yours for a long time, Quinn" You whispered on his lips. "A-and I love you so fucking much too."

He kissed you again, wrapping his arm around your neck and pulling you closer.

"You are great" He whispered. "And I'm so happy to be living this with you. And one day I will marry you."

You giggled on his lips and pecked them softly. You looked into his eyes and brushed his hair out of his face.

"You better do"

He laughed and gave you another kiss. He had missed them so much. The decision of stopping your physical relationship after finding out about Ellie had probably been the worst.

"Are you my girl?"

You nodded. "That's what you said"

He rolled his eyes and stole one last kiss from your lips before hugging you to his side and kissing your temple. "I love you so much"

"I love you too, Quinny. You are the best I could ask for"

Quinn took his hand to your bump. "Is she asleep?"

"Nop"

"Hey, cutie. Dad here. I can't wait for you to arrive..." He took a deep breath. "Actually, everyone is waiting, you have a lot of expectations. And... Your mum is amazing so she made everyone love you..."

"Ellie?"

"Like grandma Ellen" You said with a big smile. The Hughes were sitting around you. All but Luke who was running late.

Ellen was hugging Ellie, who was born strong and healthy only 20 hours ago after a long day. Jack was peaking over his mum's shoulder with the biggest heart eyes possible and Jim was by the window with Quinn.

Quinn had been shaking since your water broke. He simply couldn't make it stop. He was a dad, you were a mum and tomorrow he would take you and your daughter to the house you had found together. Your house, where you lived as a happy couple and where your daughter would live her first moments. He had teared up a bit when his mum had hugged him, then when Jack had shaken him on his arm and lastly when his dad had whispered how proud he was.

"She has the cutest nose" Jack said. He was vibrating in excitement.

"Who does she remind you to?" You asked with a big smile because it was one of the first things Quinn and you had talked about.

"Um-"

"oof, I'm sorry. Everyone decided to take the car out today" Luke broke into the room and scared you all. "Sorry for being late. Hi YN, congratulations. This is for you" He passed you a bouquet of flowers and kissed your cheek. "And... Quinny, congratulations to you too." Luke hugged Quinn and then took a deep breath. "What a day"

You were all looking at him, mouths agape and big eyes watching him talking more than he had in his whole life. The reason? He was nervous as hell.

"Thank you, Luke" You said with a smile and a low laugh.

"Luke?" Ellen asked. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, mum. Perfect. Why?" He wasn't. He was sweating. "All good"

"Luke, buddy. Breathe" Quinn was trying to not laugh.

"I am breathing why do you..." He stopped when his eyes fell on the bundle Ellen had in her arms. "A baby"

You all started laughing, making him blush deeply.

"Yeah Lukey, that's why we are all here. We got a baby last night" You said drying your tears.

"You have to be kidding" Jack couldn't even breathe. He had to sit on the bed next to you because of how much he was laughing.

"You are all cruel"

Quinn pushed Luke softly. "Go and meet Ellie"

"Ellie? Like mum?"

Quinn nodded and walked Luke to the baby.

"She is small" He whispered.

"Do you want to pick her?"

"I already did" Jack said. "Best feeling ever. She is small and warm and cuddly."

Luke looked around nervously. "What if I drop her?"

"Sit with YN" Quinn told him.

The not-youngest-Hughes-anymore sat next to you and you kissed his cheek. Then Quinn passed Ellie to him and told him how he had to do it. Luke's cheeks warmed and a shy smile appeared on his face. Then Quinn moved the blanket and a loud gasp left the boy's lips. "She looks like me"

And again, you all laughed because baby Ellie was a carbon copy of uncle Luke.

Part 2. Related blurb: Quinn reasures you when you get jealous.

#quinn hughes #qh #dad!player #fic #fluff #nhl #Baby Hughes

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laura1633 · 5 months

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It’s coming to the end of the season and I feel like we are getting lots more Lestappen content but I was thinking about the year as a whole and whilst we didn’t get many on track battles there was actually quite a lot going on this year.

Off the top of my head…(and sorry if I have some of this wrong, I am just thinking out loud)

Bahrain - Max and Charles looking at each other like lovesick teenagers in the press conference. Hopefully you know the look I mean. - the one where Max is staring at Charles and Charles catches him staring and they both look away and smile.

Baku - Max is going off at George and looks furious but instantly starts smiling the second he goes to congratulate Charles and Charles winks at him.

Baku - Max showing Charles a picture on his phone and Charles leaning right into him

Baku - Charles sitting in Checo’s chair because he’s too busy talking to Max to notice and then going and standing in Max’s podium spot and Max being completely fine with that.

Monaco - Max chasing after Charles to tell him he liked his special race suit.

Zandvoort - Charles checking Max out when he didn’t realise he was filming for Mclaren and thought he was just looking at his phone.

Monza - they are too busy having their little debrief after qualifying and walk off in the wrong direction together and someone has to come and get them (I think this was Monza because I seem to remember Charles having that yellow and red suit on but I could be wrong)

Monza - Charles telling the crowd not to boo Max.

Qatar - Max winning the WDC and Charles literally jumping out of his car so quickly to congratulate him that his engineer was still talking to him on the radio and wondering where he went.

Padel - The fact they actually did hang out away from the track and played padel.

Brazil - Max being too busy talking to Charles to start his actual interview and then the two of them chatting away in the background as Lance was interviewed.

Brazil - The whole ‘Charlie’ video and the fact that Charles walked passed everyone to go and chat with Max.

Las Vegas - Max bringing Charles into his interview in the press pen and the two of them looking so happy together.

Las Vegas - Max apologising for the turn 1 incident and the little arm touches, Charles’ concern when he thought Max wasn’t going to be able to get in the Rolls Royce and then the two of them chatting away.

Las Vegas - After Max mentioning the inchident multiple times on twitch streams and doing the inchident thing on tiktok he finally got to say ‘inchident’ in front of Charles. Also the two of them reminiscing about growing up together and karting.

Social Media stuff - Max getting excited recounting the story about Charles streaming and Charlotte having to buy a subscription to his account to ask him to let her into the apartment. Charles liking Lestappen edits of the sunrise/storm laps. Charles including a picture of Max on one of his insta stories.

And then, on top of all that we have had numerous photos of other drivers looking like third wheels around them and the two of them chatting away together in press conferences like nobody else matters.

I think there is actually lots more, maybe I need to put together a load of photos or something at some point but this year has been full of Lestappen. Hopefully next year we get lots of on track stuff too.

#lestappen #max verstappen #charles leclerc #Lestappen 2023

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moon-delia · 1 year

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★ ៸៸៸ FRIENDSHIP 1 ╱ post ❜ ✸ ៸ !?!

Good friendships can turn a decent story into a memorable one as, it not only does it make the reader care more about the story, it adds emotional weight to the story.

But there's one problem. Good relationships are difficult to write. You thought writing romance was difficult? Well, writing friendships is a whole new level of difficulty.

Romances normally rely on professions of love and staring into one's eyes for lengthy periods of time. But, how do you develop friendships?

# ៸ make each character their own person.

If a character's only purpose in the story is to act as "the friend", then it's guaranteed that they will be a flat and uninteresting character. This will lead to a friendship that no reader will be invested in.

Unfortunately, a lot of stories are like this ― you have your main character, and then their 1-dimensional friend who might crack a joke every once in a while.

We have some good examples from movies like Samwise Gamgee from The Lord of the Rings. He isn't just "Frodo's friend" who tags along. He's a gardener and a cook. He has a fascination with elves, a crush on Rosie, and a bad habit of eavesdropping. He is loyal, brave, and can persevere even when there is seemingly no hope.

You see this is in Toy Story as well. Even though Woody and Buzz both have the same goal ― to escape Sid's house ― they both have different journeys. The story means different things to each of them. Woody learns to not be as selfish and Buzz struggles with accepting that he is just a toy.

# ៸ give them something in common.

Once you have fleshed out your characters, you need a reason for them to be friends. What brought them together? What gives them the reason to hang out? You need to give them similarities.

This can be a number of different things, like:

★ Status

★ Hobbies

★ Struggles

★ History

★ Background

★ Interests

★ Enemy

★ Goals

★ Dreams

# ៸ give them meaningful differences.

Once you've established their similarities, it's time to dig deeper and create their meaningful differences. Don't just make your characters different. Give them meaningful differences that can build off of each other.

With those differences, your characters can help support their strengths and build them up during their times of weakness. This can lead to a strong friendship.

Here are some great ways to give them differences:

# ៸ skills.

★ One of the friend can be smart in terms of intelligence while the other is good at using her hands and inventing stuff.

★ One might be good at coming up with plans, while the other might be good at improvising when the plan goes awry.

# ៸ conflict resolution.

★ If there is a bully bothering them, one might want to go and blow up at the bully, while the other chooses to ignore it.

★ If they are having an argument, one friend would want to talk it out maturely, while the other just likes to play devil's advocate and throw more heat into the argument.

# ៸ personality.

★ One is confident and sly while the other is shy and awkward.

★ A is cold and determined while B is relaxed and compassionate.

★ B is an easy-going pleasure seeker, and B is a serious planner.

# ៸ method of action.

★ Both friends are trying to break into a house. One will look up videos on YouTube about how to pick a lock. The other friend will just break the window with a rock.

★ The two friends are trying to persuade someone to do something. One friend uses bribing techniques, and the other friend uses a more passive-aggressive approach.

# ៸ reaction.

★ One friend with freak out and the other friend will stay calm.

★ A will get discouraged and want to give up, and B will encourage them to keep going.

★ One person is terrified out of their mind, while the other tries to stay positive.

#writing advice #writingadvice #writingtips #writing tips #fictionwriting #writersociety #writing promps #writing tutorial #writing help #writing tricks #character tips #writers on tumblr #moon-delia #friendship

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dreaminghelaena · 8 months

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asoiaf characters as youtubers

cersei: she is the CRAZIEST mukbanger ever. always has some new drama to talk about and it’s very very interesting so she has millions of subscribers. you know that meme of azealia banks’ internet feuds list? yeah that’s cersei. she’s beefed with everyone on the platform and never makes any apology videos for it. she’s had the channel since before she gave birth to joffrey and it’s still going strong. she sometimes does sponsorships but only for wine companies

tyrion: he is the vsauce of asoiaf youtube. does a lot of videos about scientific theories and experiments that get a lot of views. sometimes has drama with people but it’s not very often. he did a face reveal once he got to 3 mil and people edited picsart flower crowns onto his head and made it their pfp, so his comments are just filled with those. sometimes does his own experiments but they always end up going wrong

margaery: she does a lot of makeup tutorials!! she makes sure to use easily accessible drugstore makeup products so people can follow along. she has a couple million subscribers and is renowned as the most non-toxic makeup youtuber of all time. tried to collab with cersei but cersei didn’t show up. she also used to be a nail tech so she has a master class on that

theon: OMGGG theon is THE internet gossip youtuber ever. he’ll literally be pumping out videos about feuds hours after they started. some call him shady cause of the types of videos he makes but he doesn’t care cause he’s having fun. he also has a twitch gaming streaming channel and he is the Jerma of his universe there. he sucks at the games and does not know anything about gaming consoles or the best mics/cameras etc so he has to get computer science™ major jon to help him

sansa: sansa is a fashion design major in nyc so of COURSE she is posting lifestyle vlogs. she started the whole channel because she was featured in a few of margaery’s videos and people kept asking for her to make her own. but she is also very careful with her privacy cause she’s scared of someone finding her. she also has a second channel where she posts sims 4 videos and it’s super chill and fun over there

arya: arya’s really into self defense so she mostly posts tutorials and videos about that. she’s super super helpful in the comments but will insult people brutally when provoked. her genre isn’t as popular as the others so she has a couple hundred thousand (very loyal) subscribers. she also has a secret second channel that only has around 10k subs and everyone there gatekeeps tf out of it. she posts roblox and fortnite videos with her siblings that are really funny and entertaining. all of the girls in the comments are thirsting for robb 😭

jon: jon doesn’t post very much but when he does post it’s minecraft videos. most of the time sam is in them and sometimes robb will make an appearance but he has no idea what is going on. jon posts minecraft builds and he has his own smp (is that what they call it????) he’ll occasionally post videos about playing choices matter games like detroit become human and until dawn. sometimes ppl go ??? because during his minecraft build videos he traumadumps in the background instead of just putting on music or smth. he doesn’t show his face tho cause he’s afraid of getting made fun of

myrcella and tommen: ok they have a super secret channel that only has around 1,000 subscribers where they post videos of their cat. that’s all. people in the comments are super sweet and myrcella and tommen make an effort to respond to all of them. their videos only get like 230 views each time they post but they don’t really care they’re having fun

renly and loras: they’re posting relationship vlogs and stuff but they don’t have a filter so sometimes they talk about really nsfw stuff and get in trouble for it. they’re mostly known for their travel vlogs but they also do videos about drama in their lives that is literally insane. like once renly casually brought up how his brother almost killed him during a ouija board game and loras is like “mhm mhm” but all of the comments are ???? margaery collabs with them all of the time too

bran: 3am challenges.

#asoiaf #asoiaf crack #a song of ice and fire #cersei lannister #theon greyjoy #sansa stark #jon snow #renly baratheon #loras tyrell #margaery tyrell #arya stark #tyrion lannister #myrcella baratheon #myrcella lannister #tommen baratheon #bran stark

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I think SVSSS as a 2D cartoon would be the best moving medium for it imo.

I mean, personally, yeah, that's how I'd enjoy seeing it as well! My ideal slightly pretentiously artsy SVSSS screen adaptation would probably look only a little more detailed than linograph prints (2D or shaded 3D?) (someone hit me up in like two weeks to draw an example of what I mean, if I don't remember on my own, I don't have access to art stuff right now), very stylized and vibrantly colorful, because that's one of the art styles that I particularly enjoy.

I'm not a personally a fan of the 3D SVSSS show because I find the characters a little too doll-like and same-facey for my tastes? It's fine! It works! It's serviceable! It's just all, backgrounds included, a little... safe? I tend to like over-the-top bright colors and intricate details and impractically weird shapes and yet also coherent world production design in my fantasy, which is a lot to demand of any production, perhaps especially with animation productions, which are always squeezed for time and money.

(EDIT: I know the SVSSS show was under heavy constraints and the results are impressive considering their resources; it doesn't change the fact that I just don't like the art style and nevertheless find the results underwhelming. I don't like a lot of "realistic" modeling / rendering styles, not just "anime" ones, even if they are extremely technically impressive. Believe me when I say that I know the vast majority of the entertainment industry is overworked and underpaid and creatively restrained.)

Slightly tangential general note: I don't think 2D is inherently superior to 3D (EDIT: NOT trying to imply asker is saying this, just having some general thoughts), especially because, with the realities of production, each have their advantages. 2D has a lot of stylistic advantages still, but 3D shaders are catching up and doing some incredible things these days! More advanced puppet controls and particle effects and such are doing some beautiful things for 2D shows as well these days. A lot of stuff has been subtly mixed media as soon as 3D became possible. It is potentially possible (note: not saying any studio would actually greenlight this) to do an equally slightly weird and artistically stunning 3D SVSSS show, given the freedom to work. (Good boarding and writing is also sooooo important in both mediums, obviously, it's not just about the art design. You can get away with incredibly limited animation with good boarding, writing, and art design.)

Another slightly tangential ramble: both 2D and 3D have the potential for stiff animation and poor character acting, which also comes down to production limits and animator skills? (I often think of character animators as a type of actor!) There are a lot of 2D shows that I don't really like because I find the animation incredibly stiff, both puppet and handdrawn (there's great 2D puppet stuff out there these days), which pretty much always comes down to production limits (deadlines and budget and software, saving up their animation for the coolest scenes). One of my favorite things about Studio Ghibli films (which as features get a lot more space to focus on art compared to the demands and restraint of television) has always been the squash and stretch in otherwise relatively realistic action, making things like hugs look SO nice for example. But 3D stuff is getting better at that these days! The ways characters slumped into each other in "Nimona" for example was great. And it's just fascinating to look at the elasticity / stylized sculpt of expressions in "Puss in Boots: The Last Wish" compared to the technical limits of the models / rigs in "Shrek" or "Shrek 2".

Adding these side notes because I want to be clear about my respect for both 2D and 3D artistically! A lot of video games are doing cool stuff in 3D that looks very close to 2D with stylized shaders, which you can sometimes spot by the large or small rotations in character action / acting, which is difficult (and therefore often expensive) to do in 2D with all of those extra drawings / angle poses. Also, I think the current push towards funky shaders in 3D is so cool and it's hard not to gush about them!!!

#foreverliminal #tossawary svsss #ask tossawary #long post #tossawary watching

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lynlmao · 7 months

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Dates with quackity 🥂

cc!Quackity x f!reader hcs [SFW]

notes: NOT PROOFREAD, intentional “texting my best friends” type of grammar, excessive use of emojis..

cw: mentions of private parts but no actual sex, cursing like once

DRIVING DATES

One of his fav dates are driving anywhere and almost everywhere🤯🤯 omg wow so surprised /j

he’d spam you until you respond to him, if you say no then get ready to be spammed with “PLEASE” or an occasional voice message of him saying “babe i know you can hear your phone ringing, pls go out with meeee-“

erm who wouldn’t say no tho?🤓

You two are literally just driving to a 7 eleven and buying candies n shit.

one day/night, both of you decide to try all the flavours of slushies all at once😭.

karaoke while driving 💯💯💯‼️‼️ U guys got some weird looks but it’s ok cus he doesn’t give af.

You’re literally his passenger princess, holding your thigh while he’s driving n everything

Let’s you hold his hand while it’s on the gear stick

basically like:

He would drive you to random places like abandoned places, parks, parking lots, McDonald’s, whatever & wherever🤷🏻‍♀️

he also makes sure to open your door for you when you get in and when you get out.

and he greets you with kisses before driving, and after the driving date is over. Dw, he kisses you but only during stop signs and red lights.

overall fun and chill driving dates‼️

PICNIC DATES

You guys going on a picnic during sundown!!!

the location would be somewhere on a hill where you can see the city/town, those parks with a big lake with ducks in it, or in a quiet park in general.

The two of u eating heart shaped sandwiches and heart shaped cookies (he either bought them or you baked them), or fav snacks that you bought each other<3

Him taking Polaroid pics of you two and posting it in his ig story afterwards.

Here are some pics u two would probably take:

if you have a cat or a dog or something he wouldn’t mind if you brought it with u🤗 (4th image had a dog in 3 of the Polaroid pics).

You two talking and laughing about memorable moments during the sundown and how he’s so grateful to have u as his s/o.

gives u gifts such as: bracelets, hand written notes, rings, matching stuff for u two, plushies, beanies, food, etc.

on special occasions he would bring his guitar and sing u a little song.

During the last few minutes of the sundown, you guys would end the date off with calm songs in the background while slow dancing💗.

AT HOME

Imma be fr, as long as he’s with you that day it’s considered a date.

but imo, at home dates 🔛🔝

u guys do skin care, play random video games, just dance, bake/cook, do his nails or makeup (or even let him do YOUR nails and makeup💀), watch movies, do karaoke, WHATEVER.

If you guys are playing video games, he lets you get first pick and you do a bet like “loser has to tweet whatever I tell u to tweet” or something like that😭

he’d get so cocky about if he wins a game like Mario kart or something and jokingly be like “LOL BABE U KINDA SUCK AT THIS”

if u get sad then he’ll immediately apologize and let you win the next round

but if YOU win he’d be like ”Ok well that’s cus I let you win🙄”.

You guys would be like “no you didn’t just admit it🤣”, “yes I did!!😡😡” for a good 3 minutes until you just kiss him on the lips, interrupting him trying to defend himself

he turns into a little bit of a try hard the next round which you noticed very quickly and purposely lost.

you can decide wether you lost or if he lost🤷🏻‍♀️

if you guys are baking.. good luck😍‼️

Either your kitchen or his kitchen is might be destroyed, and your either the one thats good at baking, or your bad at baking…(double the trouble)😭

if your good at baking, it’s most likely yours or his kitchen will only be a little bit messy, and it all goes pretty smoothly, whatever your baking will probably taste amazing!

if your bad at baking…….both of you are struggling a bit and (maybe) almost fuck up the recipe.

Please just make sure quackity doesn’t do anything that wasn’t mentioned on the instructions until after you guys are done.😭

I gotta say tho he can make some bomb ass cookie/cupcake designs…like dicks…and boobies….

he tried making two matching cookies/cupcakes look like you and him kissing😭💗.

Tbh food turned out pretty good tho, ur/his kitchen was literally almost engulfed by flower an sugar. And the countertop had a considerable amount of frosting and sprinkles on it.

it’s ok tho cus you two clean up after yourselves while saying “let’s not bake again!.” knowing damn well you two are gonna bake again‼️💯💯🔥🔥🔥

Moving on…I feel like he would enjoy spa/relaxation nights where u two are doing skin care, face masks, just chilling in general.

Pictures again, it can be on your phone or on a Polaroid and this time you two are wearing face masks.

he knows what face roller is but he’s never tried it so the first time you do it for him he’s just like “😵‍💫🥴” yk? After his turn is done so now it’s ur turn but you have to guide him.

I feel like he’s AMAZING at giving back massages like, if you tell him there’s too much pressure, he’d put the perfect amount of pressure for you and you’re just in awe the whole time.

after all that, you two end the night by cuddling in each other’s arms until you both start to fall asleep.

or watch movies, but you can decide ofc :)

#quackity headcannons #quackity blurb #quackity imagine #quackity x reader #qsmp quackity #quackity fanfic #quackity #quackity fluff

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