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one-of-tankhuns-neurons · 4 days

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I cannot let this show go without writing my goodbyes... Deep Night Final EP

Deep night was everything and more. It was a show that was made with insane love, thought and care and it fucking shows. That loves shines through the screen and it is GUARANTEED to warm your cold dead heart. Cheewin has always made his shows a bit more grounded, a bit more queer, a bit more real. Since YYY you can just tell there's someone in the crew that understands queer experience and this was it again. The good parts, the sad parts, the struggle without exploting it for pity. It showcased confusion and acceptance and love and love and love. So many different kinds of love.

Wela and Khemtid

These two developed so beautifully, from people who misunderstood eachother, to people who felt attracted to each other but still didn't get it, to people who listened, apologized, leaned on, supported, loved, cared for eachother. Khemtid's enchantment with wela blossomed after they fought about Wela's job, he realized that acceptance was the better route to take and he just worked hard to get it right, to make up for it, to help. Wela at the same time tried so hard as well to understand Khem's feelings, making it easier for them to reach the middle ground. He worked so hard with Khem to keep the club afloat, he was never mean to his coworkers, he carried the whole world on his back and still stood proud. They went from strangers to these two adorable dorks who hold hands and smile while kissing. I'm sorry but Khemtid smiling like he just won the world while giving his injured bboyfriend a handjob at the back of the club made my heart burn. That's complicity and partnership and mischief and intimacy. They stand on equal ground and that's so meaningful to me.

Then we have these three dorks

The true rivals to lovers. I talked about this in my previous Deep Night post but it was brilliant. Their storyline developed so subtly and naturally I cried last week. The way Japan and Ken's love bloomed out of love for Seiji... like it's not that they're just dating Seiji, they're dating eachother and that comes from a trust that developed from and understanding, that grew from care into desire. Last week's episode showing Japan as the center of his fantasy showed that, Japan is also attracted to Ken, and Ken's heart has melted for Japan as well, unknowingly. The talk they had was so necessary, so respectful and rooted on concern and an actual attempt to build something that left no one out. Seriously the way they're sitting in the end, with Ken brushing Japans hand, the way Japan held Ken's hand and brought him into the hug to welcome him, to shelter him. I love that it wasn't fetishized. (Because we've tackeled threesomes before in other shows but not romantic love) I love them, they love each other, this is healing.

Freya and Meiji

They are EVERYTHING. Honestly the role of women, specifically queer women in queer spaces has been overlooked for way too long. They take on the role of caring, protecting and supporting the whole club, the boys themselves and themselves. The fact that Freya's character was divorced and was constantly under attack from her ex-husbands family now existing with a same-sex partner was so complex yet beautifuly handled. Meiji was not just some random chic they threw in to gay it up, she was important to Freya, she helped at the club, she wasn't much around but when she was on screen she was Freya's rock. The talk on age... bro that shook me to the bone. Media is so focused on youth their questioning was so valid and so painful to watch... but it healed. Fuck I'm crying watching this. Everyone deserves to be loved by THEMSELVES.

Khem and Freya

gET TF OUT I WANT TO BE ALONE this mother-son relationship was amazing. Both characters grew so much out of love for each other I want to swallow a shotgun. The was it was alway Freya trying to gain Khemtids approval was so heartbreaking, and watching Khemtid LEARN to accept and love his mom, accept and love the club, accept and love the role they play... fuck. FUCK FUCK FUCK

Also we cannot forget Dai

I don't even have words to explain how great this character was. Outfits on point, personality strong and unmoving, loud and authentic and accepted and part of everything and capable and necessary and just EVERYTHING. And the fact that Dai was perceived as a potential love interest for Freya without it being a joke or mockery was gold. Apart from that, all of these characters and storylines are interwoven in a net of complexity, social norms, real struggles but also real coping mechanisms. I also want to LOUDLY RECOGNIZE the work put into it, as they all worked hard to actually get on stage and perform acrobatics like their characters. There was just so much attention to detail and to making things right I want to cry just thinking about it. Please please please if you havent... Watch it. It may not be revolutionary but it's perfect to me. Deep night is a very queer show that decided to open a lot of wounds just to let them heal properly. THANK YOU DEEP NIGHT. I expected nothing from you and you're now part of me.

#deep night final ep #deep night the series #nah but i cried like 18 times writing this #and theres so much stuff I didn't mention #the whole discourse on recognizing this line of work #i love them #khemwela #kenseijipan #bl drama #deep night bl #thai bl #im crying again #wela and his moooooom #freyameiji #ql #thai ql #queer

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juneviews · 1 year

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“But I never betrayed Santi even once, except for my feelings of loving you.”

#10 years ticket #10 years ticket the series #10yt #saipin #pin x sai #nicole theriault #tai penpak #wlw #thai drama #my gifs #bypiningbisexuals #THE SAPPHICS ARE AT IT AGAIN!!!#nah cause pin's actress is iconic she already played a closeted lesbian teacher in girl from nowhere & had a kiss scene slayyyyy #even though their story is tragic I'm so happy they're working towards a happy ending <3

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ccarrot · 6 months

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bsd manages to do cool storylines but never quite as cool as you anticipate. when i heard there was an arc called 'cannibalism' i was over here thinking the ADA had to fight some kind of zombie infestation or smthn. well we got the vampire arc i guess?

#sometimes i think about what i thought the series was gonna be back when i first got into it and it's very different #like. i didn't realize that the port mafia was gonna be a Thing. ofc we needed villains b u t i d i d n ' t k n o w ok #i lowkey sorta shipped atsushi and dazai when i first started reading. also thought that i'd be a kndz-er but no didn't work out #i knew chuuya existed/ had history with dazai. but i didn't know what so i thought he was gonna be some ex-ada member who had a falling out #i thought dazai would be my favorite like everyone else but nah. he was always kinda just okay for me until i started bcoming a chuuya no.1 #i also was expecting yosano to like. Do More.#expectations vs reality is so interesting with bsd.

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ashvampire · 3 months

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Voryn has a lesson in healing with his mother.

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The room was dark – the only light shined down from the windows. They offered little illumination in the late afternoon, and the dark stone walls only made the place feel dimmer. Candles were plentiful, but none were lit.

Voryn sighed, as he wrapped gauze around the limb of a feather-stuffed guar. His mother sat across from him, legs crossed and keen eyes watching her son’s hands as he bandaged the toy. A low table separated them – covered in bandages and squares of gauze, as well as the stuffed guar.

His mother leaned forward, her hand locking around Voryn’s wrist. “You’re not doing it tight enough. Start again.”

Hastily, Voryn ripped off the gauze, scowling all the while. That was the third time he’d failed. He wondered how long his mother was planning on keeping him here.

“Be gentle,” his mother barked, “You won’t be able to bandage someone if your gauze is shredded.”

Voryn bit his lip, trying to be more gentle with the light fabric, but unable to keep the scowl from his face. He gave a sigh when he finally removed all the gauze, and glanced up at his mother. Her face was stern and hard. Her eyes met Voryn’s, and she raised a brow at him.

“You said you wanted to be a healer,” she said, “This is part of the learning. A very important part, actually. What you are learning to do can save someone from bleeding to death.”

Voryn dropped the gauze. “I don’t get it!” he growled. It came out louder than he expected. “Why would I need to wrap their injuries when I can just heal it?! Just teach me magic, already!”

“You won’t always have magic,” she said calmly, seeming to take no care that her son had questioned and yelled at her. “There will be many times when you cannot rely on it. Our magicka, the magic that runs through a veins, is not an endless resource. Our energy will wear out eventually. And if not, our concentration can falter. Healing magic can be dangerous, too. If you don’t know what you are doing, then you may do more harm than good.”

She pulled the stuffed guar across the table in front of her, and took a roll of gauze. She began to bandage one of the backlegs. Her hands moved quickly, with expertise and experience. “Let us say that you are on a battlefield. There are many injured, but you only have so much magicka. There are limited potions you can use – you only have a handful of them on you.

You find three wounded warriors. One has an injured leg. It’s bleeding a lot, and the warrior is complaining about the pain.

The second one is bruised and scratched. He is tired but otherwise mobile, although he has a nasty gash on his head and shoulder. But the battlefield is a dirty place, and with all the chaos, it might be awhile before the warrior can get to an infirmary to clean and stitch up his wounds.

The last has a wound to the abdomen. She is unconscious, and bleeding out.” She finished bandaging the guar, and looked to her son.

“You only have enough magicka to heal one,” she continued, “You cannot see any other healers – they are busy elsewhere. You must decide how to deal with all three, otherwise they might die of bloodloss or infection.”

Voryn leaned an elbow on the table and rested his head atop his hand, deep in thought.

“The first warrior, the one with the injured leg. How do you help him?” his mother said after a moment.

“Um,” Voryn mumbled. He glanced to his mother. He has already failed thrice. He doesn’t want to disappoint her again. “Give him a potion?”

His mother shook her head no. “Remember, what was it that you should always do first?”

“Uh… Oh! Look closely at the injury and clean it if I can.”

His mother gave a nod of approval. “You inspect the wound and clean it. The wound is not that deep. The warrior can still feel and move his foot, and you conclude that the injury is one that can be easily dealt with. But you don’t want to let him bleed out any further, or risk the wound becoming infected. So, what do you do?”

Voryn opened his mouth, planning to say ‘potion’, but then he looked to the stuffed guar on the table, and saw it’s leg wrapped in gauze. “Um… do I bandage it?”

His mother gave a small smile and nodded. “Yes, you wrap the wound tightly to prevent more bleeding or infection. If you have enough potions or magicka left after all the wounded have been found, you can always return to him and heal the wound.

Now, the second. His most notable injuries are on his head and shoulder. They aren’t bleeding heavily, but you can see that dirt has gotten onto the wounds.”

Voryn imagines it. A tall warrior, covered on bruises and cuts, with a large gash that cuts above one of his eyes, and one in his shoulder that broke through armour. “Do I… bandage them?”

“No. What should you do first?"

“Clean it!”

“Correct. Now, you have cleaned the wound. What next?”

“Uh...” Voryn stared hard at the stuffed guard, as if it would somehow give him answers. “Is it still bleeding?”

“The wound on his head seems to have clotted, but the one on the shoulder still has some bleeding.”

“Bandage that, then...”

Voryn looked up to his mother, hoping for approval.

“And? What else do you do?” she asked.

Voryn slumped in defeat. “I don’t know...”

“We talked about head injuries the other day...” his mother said, trying to give hints.

“Oh yeah… I… Oh! I remember! I just talk to him and see if he’s making sense and if he can see right… oh, and I ask him what he remembers, and if he blacked out!”

His mother smiled wider this time. “Yes! Very good. His speech is perfectly coherent, and he remembers the events of the battle well.

Now you go to the last one. Remember that she has an injury to her abdomen and isn’t conscious.”

“Clean the wound,” Voryn said, trying to think of the answers as quickly as he could, “And uh… I haven’t used any of the potions, right?”

“This is a dangerous injury, Voryn. You should inspect the wound closely. If it is just flesh that has been damaged, you may use a potion. But if the wound is too deep, magic may be required.”

Voryn screwed up his face. It was all so complicated. “What’s wrong with using a potion?”

“They are only good at mending flesh. If you were to use it on internal organs, there would be a great risk that it would cause unwanted growths to form. These growths cause great harm.

That risk remains when you use magic. Healing a wound incorrectly can do permanent damage. You must be sure of what kind of injury you’re dealing with, and how to heal it. Your magicka must be fully in your control.”

Voryn looked down to his hands, frowning. His magicka had grown out of control before, especially with strong emotions, whether it be excitement or anger. He looked back to his mother, ears drooping. “What if I can’t control it?”

His mother smiled encouragingly. “Of course you will, in time. It’s not uncommon for children and adolescents to struggle controlling their magicka. As your mind matures, you’ll find it grows much easier.”

“Are you sure?” Voryn wasn’t convinced; his magicka felt almost separate from him, like something that had to be tamed.

“Of course I am. In a few decades, I think you’ll be the greatest healer House Dagoth has ever had.”

Voryn smiled, thinking of all the lives he would save once he finished his training, and finally having mastery over his magicka.

"You've done well so far, Voryn." said his mother "Go outside and have a break. We'll go back to practicing bandaging once you come back."

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I actually wrote this in either 2022 or 2021, but I never finished it. I rediscovered it and wrote the last 400 words and edited what was already there. I'd honestly completely forgotten about how much I'd written for Voryn/House Dagoth!

Anyway, hopefully this wasn't too boring. I know it ends a bit suddenly buuuut i didn't know what else to do with it if i'm honest.

#feedback is appreciated as always #i'm playing around with idea of making it part of a longer series. with snippets from voryn's life. hmm....#the last part was written within an hour. i probably should let this sit in my drafts a bit longer... nah. it's going up now #my work #dagoth voryn #house dagoth #morrowind #tes fic

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i-remember-yyou · 28 days

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The way I choked. Are we not going to acknowledge the man yawning in the crowd? LMFAO. Like, why are you here then?? 😂

#update: nah ok maybe he works that long day shift but had to still get his host club on #makes sense #คืนนี้มีแค่เรา #deep night #deep night the series #thai bl #thai boys love #this series #boys love drama #bl drama #bl series

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acearohippo · 8 months

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Me @Nie Mingjue and Meng Yao (and Lan Xichen to a lesser extent):

Me @Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian:

Me @Song Lan and Xiao Xingchen:

Me @Yu Ziyuan and Jiang Fengmian:

Me @YLLZ!Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji:

Me @everyone:

Me @Jiang Cheng and Nie Huaisang (and why I ship them) :

#basically my entire reaction to the mdzs experience is Steven Universe's Both of You song #the hippo speaks #mdzs #jiang cheng #nie mingjue #meng yao #jin guangyao #nie huaisang #wei wuxian #lan wangji #jiang wanyin #yu ziyuan #joang fengmian #song lan #xiao xingchen #lan xichen #nah but for real this song works for about 93.342% of every relationship in this series #I've never watched steven universe but i live and BREATHE this song

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themiracleofteddybearmanifestos · 10 months

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Despite me knowing better, I started Hidden Agenda :") and now I am so sad cause waiting is excruciating

Anyways this line coming from this man is hilarious

sorry GMMTV I can't suspend my disbelief, not when ik he looks like this

"not attractive" okay and the sky is orange

#thai bl #bl series #bl drama #hidden agenda the series #joongdunk #dunk natachai #they just stuck some glasses on him and called him a nerd as if thats how that works #nah im kidding he honestly is doing really good at being awkward and uncomfortable

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afterthegreatunknown · 1 year

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random moment in kit and widdershins' relationship, back when they were younger (early twenties):

there's many things kit doesn't know about widdershins. but one thing kit knows about widdershins, is that he refuses to drink alcohol. widdershins never had a drop of it in his life, not even one glass of it on the day he reached the legal drinking age. kit doesn't judge his choice of teetotalism.

and widdershins doesn't shame others who does. he's not a prohibitionist. widdershins will pay for other people drinks, at least until a certain point. but that's being a decent person who doesn't approve of drunk driving. kit knows she needs someone to remind her to stick to her limit, and widdershins is that someone.

but the sentence that slipped out of widdershins' mouth feels as if she drank over her limit. or it's as if she just heard a drunk man said gibberish that should be left alone.

"you know kit, sometimes you remind me of the older sister i once had."

as kit and widdershins stand right in front of widdershins' apartment building, right in front of the steps, kit couldn't help but reply in seriousness. it's a reply that reflects her belief of widdershins for years since they were children.

"i thought you were an only child."

widdershins blinks at her, before slowly stares upward at the building, the expression now on his face has kit suddenly thinking of lemony, especially when he was younger. it's the expression of the youngest child in contemplation. and distress.

"i'm not. but i can't blame you for thinking that, aye. i did spent most of my childhood by myself. and i rarely talk about my life before the organization. guess i messed up there, aye, keeping quiet of it all until now."

"no. and don't feel guilty about never mentioning your sister, or other siblings you're keeping mum about. you don't have to tell me or anyone else of your past unless you feel comfortable enough. it's a choice i respect. it's like how i respect your choice of being a teetotaler, or the choice to rarely hesitation." kit pauses. "or your choice to have the fatuous belief that certain cryptids do exist."

widdershins laughs as he climbs the steps. he then turns back around, and waves at kit with a smile. "goodnight kit. please make the respectable choice of taking the bus or trolley to get home, and not the choice to goof off further by taking a joyride in a poor sap's unattended taxi he or she ought to be watching over."

"no such promises."

#asoue #a series of unfortunate events #kit snicket #captain widdershins #fanfic #(might as well tag as)#'nah tumblr fic only'#(i wanted to make a headcanon post)#(it turned into a fanfic instead)#(it strangely worked for the better)

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herenemycherylblossom · 1 year

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the only reason the show is going with sam getting married and not mon is bc mon's reaction will be being dramatic and crying and being heartbroken in the classic telenovela main character style while sam would straight up commit a crime and just get away with it because she's rich so it isn't practical for the plot

#gap the series #mon kornkamon #sam anantrakul #sammon #monsam #nah bc her work colleagues cant even send mon an emoji w/out having to watch their backs IMAGINE someone other than sam trying to MARRY her #i would be fleeing the country and changing my id

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memorys-skyscraper · 5 days

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yknow going through the whole yakuza/LAD series as quickly as i did made it really interesting to see how the series as a whole and some characters in specific evolved over time in response to changing audience interests, specifically a growing desire for pathos in their video games

if you'd told someone who'd just played 1 & 2 on the ps2 back in 2006 that by 2024, several of the most recent entries in the series would end with the protagonist having an absolute sobbing meltdown and/or begging the main antagonist to give up in lieu of just punching them into complete submission, there's a 0% chance they would've believed you

#rambles #yakuza #like a dragon #yakuza liveblogging #like it was fine for majima to just be a ~crazy guy~ in 2006 but by 0's release in 2016 that wasnt enough anymore #so he gets a tragic backstory with a love interest #nishiki gets fleshed out a ton in 0/kiwami 1 for the same reason #kiryu is sad about yumi's death in 1 but not so sad it stops him from starting a fling with sayama in 2 #but later games retroactively cast yumi as the one and only love of kiryu's life #and her death as probably the singular most traumatic event he's ever experienced #(though her/nishiki's/kazama's deaths all kind of get lumped together since they happened in such quick succession)#6 is the misadventures of grandpa kiryu bc dad kiryu is a much more compelling character vs. plain ol 'dude who punch real good' kiryu #hell kasuga in his entirety would not have worked in this series in the 00s except as a joke/side character #a dude who relentlessly believes in the inherent good of mankind and their ability to start over and change their ways no matter what?#in *yakuza*? nah take that shit back to kingdom hearts #anyway. its good! probably a necessary evolution for the series to stay relevant but good nonetheless #'dude who punch real good and cries sometimes' >>>>> 'dude who punch real good'

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morzowo · 5 months

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i know it's not where they're going with the show and it's just second to last episode drama and break up but oh how i wish this little unassuming show about baking would invert our expectations and actually let the couple stay separated but on the good terms giving the message that sometimes love and care isn't enough but is a good starting point and even though relationship didn't end up working out it wasn't unimportant bc it pushed one person to at least begin the change for the better in their life and the other to reevaluate how they interact with others and start to respect themselves more idk idk

#bake me please the series #i KNOW how these shows work #and that was never and option #but preview of next ep got me so invested for some reason ajhgdf #i think it's the fact it's a short 6 ep series #and it started to set my expectations for tight but surprisingly well fleshed out story like in japanese or korean productions #but nah it has this classic formula shows with 10-12 eps have but sped up #i think i'm just tired of 'i can fix him' trope in 2023 and want to see peach happy without making compromises and such eh ehh

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worstloki · 2 years

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Choosing to take the “a bit of both" response as irrefutable proof that Thor, a prince, is a pillow princess

#''must've been would-be princesses'' (PLURAL) ''or perhaps another prince'' (SINGULAR)#we have no evidence that Thor or Loki know any other royalty or have dated in the past #I certainly don't look at Thor 1 Thor or Loki and think that yea they've got other relationships going on #nah they're narrative foils already no take backsies #the Loki show #loki series making so much brodinsons subtext into thorki text fr #crack #thorki #Thor/Loki #like what am i meant to say? ''yes this is a reasonably phrased suggestive question sylvie is asking''#''yes loki sounds like he's not absolutely lying his socks off when he implies relationships''#''yes thor and loki surely know other royalty and people it is simply just never really mentioned and why would it be''#''odin tried to shove thor at sif one time''#''it didn't work. thor was too busy mourning for loki who wasn't even dead at that point he was just 2 floors down in a cell''

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inmydeepestdreams · 9 months

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The friendship between the six of us was special.

When I arrived at university, the hope that I might find a friend was tiny. I’m not very social, I had no interest in clubs and no interest in a sorority. I was certain I’d spend these four years all on my own.

I could lay out how I met each other the six people, but that would take too long. What’s relevant is the link that kept us together: Summer.

Summer was this tall, gorgeous student athlete. She was on a volleyball scholarship and she was a nursing student, that’s how I met her, through our shared major. She asked to borrow my eraser, and I was pulled into her orbit.

That’s what summer does, collects people. She’s beautiful, the most beautiful person I’ve seen. She’s always smiling, her teeth weren’t perfect, but it was the best, most radiant smile I’d ever seen. Her blonde curls were sometimes frizzy, but they were perfect in a natural sort of beauty.

For a while I was worried I was simply in love with her, that my perception was entirely invented by my lonely heart, until I realized the other four of our friends felt the same.

Ainsley described being drawn to her like she was the sun. Brittany said she was taken in by Summer’s wicked sense of humor. Quinn said she fell for Summer’s generosity, as the girl shared meals with her when Quinn was between paychecks. Alma said Summer’s cheerfulness pulled her out of her rut of homesickness.

We were all along for the ride.

We were all single. Sometimes as a group we went out to bars, but we were more than okay with hanging out in Summer’s studio apartment. The bed was directly behind the sofa. Four girls piled onto the couch that comfortable sat three. I sat on the shag rug and Ainsley was on the chair across from me.

We were content to stay in. Two of my friends were making fun of Greek life, glad that none of us were interested in that.

“Yeah, my friend was in a sorority,” summer said, not saying who the mysterious ‘friend’ was. Summer was like that, friends of all ages and all walks of life. “They made her do crazy shit to join.”

“Like what?” Alma prompted, her hand on Summer’s knee. Summer leaning with her back against the armrest, her legs over the three girls.

Summer giggled.

“What?”

Everyone leaned forward, excited for a new story.

“They made her and the other pledges watch lesbian porn.”

Silence, followed by uncomfortable giggling.

As far as I knew, my five friends were straight, and I was a closet case, afraid to ruin what I had with them. They never seemed homophobic, but you can never really know.

“What? Why?”

Summer shrugged, smiling.

“I asked her what happened after, but she just got all red and defensive, wouldn’t say more.”

“Oh my god, do you think they like, had an orgy?”

“Oh my god!”

“No!”

“They couldn’t have!”

“Did they?”

“No way!”

Summer giggled at our foolishness. Everyone was blushing and playing at shocked. I watched Summer from the floor, feeling some level of anticipation I wasn’t expecting.

“Its no big deal,” Summer said, the picture of cool. “I’m straight, but I watch lesbian porn sometimes.”

Quinn laughed, sounding unsure. The other girls looked around, trying to gauge reactions about how to proceed.

“What?”

“How can you be straight and watch lesbian porn?”

“What, you guys have never done that? Really? It’s the only kind of porn where the women experience pleasure.”

I felt squirmy on the floor. From across the room, Ainsley raised an unreadable eyebrow at me. I could not contribute to this conversation, afraid my queerness would shine through.

“But…there’s no men…”

Summer huffed, exasperated.

“Im telling you girls, it’s the way to go. Ugh, fine, I’ll show you.”

I’ll show you.

What.

But the tv was turned on. I stared at the floor. The girls on the couch started giggling. One shrieked as Summer opened some unfamiliar porn website. Of course Summer would watch some indie, fancy porn while the rest of us stayed at pornhub.

“Summer…” Ainsley protested quietly, she looked mildly frightened. I felt a connection to her, the two friends on the floor.

Summer either didn’t hear her or ignored her and the video started.

“I’m Jenny and I’m Brooklynn, and this is our video.”

“Oh my god.”

“Summer, stop, no way!”

No one was seriously asking her to stop it, this was a challenge to them now, watch the icky, weird porn, be like Summer, understand Summer.

I could hear Jenny and Brooklynn kissing. It was loud as the room quieted down. Summer also turned the volume up.

I couldn’t watch. I couldn’t. My. Face was hot, I hadn’t come in over a week, it was a recipe for wet panties.

Rustling from the tv. Don’t watch, don’t watch, don’t watch…

“Afraid, Kamie?” Summer’s voice was like music. She was looking down at me. While the others looked on curiously at her words, Summer was looking right through me.

I was horrified. Was this somehow all about me? A ruse to embarrass me? How could she possibly know.

I turned away from her. Once my eyes fixed on the screen, I couldn’t look anywhere else.

It was slow, I didn’t like it to be slow. Their shirts were off, they were making out, one was on top of the other, pushing their titties together.

“I wouldn’t mind seeing that in real life.” Summer said, quiet, but loud enough for everyone to hear.

No one was loudly teasing anymore. No one was objecting to the porn. The girls on the screen sat up, hugging each other as they kissed.

“What?”

“Two girls kissing like that. Like, in an aesthetic way, obviously,” Summer said, because she knew a lot about art, everyone accepted the words as normal.

“Oh, yeah, totally,” Brittany agreed, sounding absent.

“Yeah, hey, Kamie? Ainsley? You’re both on the floor. Why don’t you put on a little show for us?”

“Ha ha, Summer,” Ainsley said, assuming she was joking. My mouth was too dry to protest. I couldn’t…oh god.

“Well, it’s easier if you to do it, because I wouldn’t have to get up and release us sofa girlies.”

Oh, that makes sense.

I thought. But no it doesn’t! Why would I make out with Ainsley. Why would…

Ainsley is gorgeous, all my friends were, it was goddamn annoying. Her hair was dyed black, she was wearing it one long braid she kept over her shoulder. Her eyes were deep green, she had freckles over her nose.

And she crossed the room to me.

Oh. My. God.

“Will you take off your shirts? Like the girls in the video?”

The girls in the video were doing much more than kissing. I hadn’t been shirtless in front of them before. My chest wasn’t perky and small like theirs, I was a D cup, I had stretch marks.

“Do you want to?” Ainsley asked, settling in front of me on her knees. How quickly we’ve come to this, doing Summer’s bidding. I was half a second away from a heart attack, Ainsley kissed me.

“Woo!” The girls cheered, but quickly quieted down as we pulled away and looked bashfully at the floor.

“Ill keep them quiet, keep going, lovelies.”

“Okay,” we agreed, like robots. I sat on my knees like Ainsley was, like they were. This time I kissed her, lips finding hers magnetically.

She tasted like bubblegum, the slid of her tongue was professional and smooth. Through layers of shirts and bras, our chests pressed together.

“Take ‘em off!” One of my friends from the couch ordered. I was horny by then, so horny I wasn’t to push Ainsley to the carpet and forget who was in the room with me.

I took off my shirt, Ainsley did too. I moved forward and expertly undid the clasp of her baby blue bra. It popped open, her boobs were freckly too, like her face.

She undid my bra too, so we were pressed together as they fell between us.

“Holy fuck, that’s hot,” someone said, Alma or Brittany. Ainsley and I started kissing again, hungrily, needy. Our nipples grazed each other, causing me to gasp against her mouth.

Someone took a picture with flash, but I couldn’t bring myself to give a fuck as Ainsleys hand rested on my thigh, fingers close to where I needed attention.

I dug my fingers into her scalp, where her braid disconnected from her skull, ruining it. Somehow, our kissing got deeper, I wanted to crawl inside her, move in there.

“Alright,” Summer said from nearby, so close I jumped. For a moment I forgot about our audience. The women on the tv were still fucking. Loudly.

We broke away. Summer was right there beside us.

“If someone doesn’t kiss me like that, I’ll be jealous.” She stuck out her bottom lip and pouted. I wanted to keep kissing Ainsley, but our obsession with Summer made the offer too good to refuse.

I made it to her lips first. She met my kisses eagerly. She tasted like sugar, she must have licked the rim of her mixed drink. We had all only managed one before…this…

Summer’s hands were on my chest, holding my boobs, weighing them. She squeezed, groping as she saw fit. My clit was throbbing, but I focused on kissing my friend.

Meanwhile, Ainsley was alternating between sucking on my neck and hers, I know because we would each momentarily get distracted, enjoying the pleasure our third friend was giving us.

Summer pulled away first, pushing Ainsley back towards me, a silent order.

The sofa had devolved into chaos. Alma was in Quinn’s lap, her tongue down her throat. Alma was almost completely naked, save for boxers in place of underwear. Brittany was woefully abandoned, looking at everyone with wide eyes.

It had started, officially. This was what Summer always wanted, I knew it in that moment. I was just along for the ride like the rest of them.

I pushed Ainsley to the carpet, slotted our legs together, grinding on her as we kissed. She was more sensitive than I was, moaning outright as our clothes pussies rubbed together. I needed a little more than that, but I enjoyed her pleasure.

I sat up, attempting to control the situation a bit more. I writhed against her. Her mouth fell open, eyes squeezed shut as she moaned. It was so gorgeous, that when the flash of Summer’s camera covered us, I hardly cared. I wanted us to be remembered this way. Ainsley horny, mid-moan under me, and me, making her feel that way.

“Come on, Brittany, do more than soak your panties.” Summer pushed Brittany’s shoulder. I looked at her hungrily as I rocked my hips, dragging another high pitched moan out of Ainsley. “Go see the experienced lesbo.”

If this were any other situation, I’d be mortified that Summer apparently knew my secret, but I was drunk on this, and Brittany was as pretty as the rest of my friends.

I moved slightly, stopping the pressure on Ainsley.

“No, wait, please don’t go,” she practically sobbed. Which. Jesus Christ.

I kissed Brittany, but was instantly annoyed. Summer was just watching. Quinn and Alma were making out on the couch still, lazily, slowly, like the porn she liked. If summer wantsd this, I wanted her involved.

I directed Brittany towards Ainsley.

“She’s so worked up, making her come will be a breeze,” I whispered in Brittany’s ear. Ainsley still looked wide eyed and desperate. I wanted her, but I had a new target.

“Hello.”

I pushed Summer against the back of the couch, near the kissing girls, and hovered over her.

“How long have you planned this? Hmm?”

I trailed my index finger down her face, resting under her chin to lift her head slightly, forcing her eyes on mine.

“How many photos have you taken for your personal collection.”

“I, uh…” she fumbled with her phone, it slipped right out of her hands and down the cracks of the couch.

“And if I touch you, what am I gonna find? See, Summer, you talk a big game, but you’re just as horny and queer as the rest of us. Aren’t you?”

Her eyelids lowered, she was looking strictly at my lips. Long lashes, plump pink lip glossed lips.

“I knew you’d like this,” she breathed, then surprised me by lurching forward.

Things moved beyond kissing quite fast.

They started with Ainsley and Brittany on the floor. Ainsley’s pants were off and Brittany was openly fingering her, in front of everyone, under the bright lights. Ainsley was not quiet about it either.

Ainsley’s performance got quinn and Alma to slither onto the floor. They were all touching her, but I couldn’t focus long enough on that. No, it was Summer for me. Only Summer.

I pushed her length wise down on the couch, her long legs took up most of it. She whimpered as I opened the button of her shorts and slipped my hand inside to find wet panties.

I nipped at her skin, she was blushing pretty pink.

Whenever I glanced to the side, my friends were a writhing mess of tangled limbs, half-removed clothes. They were moving as soon, the pairs had joined, but I wanted to make Summer come before I inserted myself into the pile.

“I could tell you were gay,” she said as I rubbed her clit, she was breathing heavy, actively biting back moans I needed to hear. “You tried to pretend but it was obvious.”

I fucked her on my fingers, momentarily pulling away to remove her shorts and soaking panties completely. Not before showing them off to Summer.

“Yeah? What’s this? You could tell I was gay?” I asked as I pressed a kiss to her torso. She shivered. Someone on the ground was coming, Ainsley probably.

“Yes.”

I kissed her hipbone. Her hips lifted slightly, but she controlled herself.

I was gonna say something like takes one to know one, but that was cheesy.

“I think planning a sex party for you girl group is more gay than I have ever been.”

She growled, frustrated. Through gritted teeth she said “shut up and make me come.”

Whatever. She wanted to come? Maybe I’ll make an effort to ruin any sex she has in the future. She can fuck anyone she wants, but she’ll always compare it to-

“Fuck!” Summer yelped, practically, as I licked at her clit.

My brain could separate her shuddering breaths from those on the floor. I wasn’t paying attention to them, anyway. It didn’t matter what they were doing, I was focused on her and her pretty pussy.

I sucked on her clit, fucking her with two fingers. It really was that simple, and she was gone. She wasn’t lasting, I could tell by the way she clenched around me, tight and wet and desperate.

“Fuck-“ it was a choked-off cry, and she was coming. Her hips lifted off the couch, I followed her, continuing to eat her through it.

When I pulled away, I eyed her. Panting, spent. She looked pretty even there, with mascara smudged, hair sweaty on her forehead.

I looked to the floor, only to find the girls all sitting there in various states of undress, watching with open adoration. Ainsley looked blissfully fucked out, she was holding her phone. It was pointed only at summer, recording her reactions to the sex. Good, the memory would be helpful for us all, going forward.

“Um, Kamie?” Brittany asked, her chest was out, her lips were swollen, and I was so horny I felt less than human. “Do you think you could make me come like that?”

They all looked at me, wide eyed and curious.

Yes. But not before I got my own pleasure. Ainsley put down the phone, but only for a moment. When the evening was over and everyone went their separate ways, the group chat was flooded with pictures and videos from the night, everyone remarking on what was captured, what fun they had.

#the friend group #unedited #work? nah not safe #it didn’t come out the way I wanted oops #whatever #maybe a new series idk

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