#great van fic

[geminisecrets]

Bad Habit

Warnings:  18+ ONLY! NSFW! Explicit sexual content, coarse language, oral sex, smut, unprotected sex, alcohol, jealousy kink, mentions of weed.

Word Count: 6.7K

Summary: jealous Sam idk that's pretty much it lol. aka the one where jake unintentionally helps you get laid

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“A little faster, baby.” I beg breathlessly. Sam obediently quickens the pace of his middle and ring fingers as they stroke that spot inside me. Lazily, his tongue licks between my lips, stopping every so often to flick his tongue over my clit. “Just like that.” 

“God, you look so fucking hot like this.” He groans into my pussy, his hips rocking into the mess of sheets and pillows under him. 

“So do you.” I mumble, gazing down at him as his tongue swipes up my center, lips and nose shining wet with my slick. He spits at my clit before going back in to devour me. 

“Lover?” I hear his voice, quiet and soft, call to me. 

“Hmm?” I hum, incredibly distracted by the way the scruff of his facial hair is tickling my thighs. 

“You know how we’re going to Hawaii in two weeks?” He asks.

“Mhm.” 

“Remember how Josh and his girlfriend begged to tag along? And we said yes?” 

“I agreed to it only if you promised to do the laundry for a month, but yes–” my voice catches as another wave hits me. “Why? Why are we talking about your brother right now?” I grimace. 

“Well, Jake found out…” he mutters, face still between my thighs. I groan and push him back a little, mood completely ruined at this point. 

“Samuel Fransis Kiszka… did you think you could soften the blow of this news with sex?” I begin to say, as Sam looks up at me with his doe eyes, pleading with me guiltily. 

He ignores the question.“Josh and I felt bad for leaving him out. I had to invite him, Sunshine.” There’s a pause as he anticipates my response, but I’m waiting, eyebrows raised, for further explanation. He peppers wet, sucking kisses across my thighs and up to my belly button in an attempt to lighten the mood again, but to no avail. “It’s just that he’s been in such a slump since he broke up with–”

“I know, I know.” I agree. See, I’m torn here. Part of me is pissed. Sam and I had finally found time to go on a trip, just the two of us. This getaway we’ve been looking forward to now included not one, but both of his brothers. Shit, we might as well just invite Danny and make it a family vacation. 

I also feel…warm. Warm because I love that Sam loves his family. He’s always prioritized them and it’s a quality of his I find incredibly endearing. And, I do love Josh and his girlfriend Pepper, and I love Jake and want him to get out of his own head for a week. 

“Fuck it. The more the merrier,” I roll my eyes teasingly at him, reaching for the back of his head and guiding it between my legs. He returns my smile and reattaches his lips to my clit, arms wrapping around my legs to keep them from clamping shut over his ears. “We'll circle back to this conversation later,” I breathe out. With the feeling of victory he has from me taking the news better than he thought, his vigor ramps up. His fingers curl inside me with purpose and determination as his lips suction onto my core, tongue drawing circles against the spot just above my clit. “I’m close, Sam. Don’t stop,” and before I can even take another full breath, I’m cumming around his fingers. 

As I come down, Sam slips his fingers into his mouth and then wipes them on the leg of his sweatpants. “Shower with me, Sunshine?” He asks, getting to his feet and reaching a hand out for me. I take it, padding barefoot behind him into the bathroom, legs still a little wobbly from the orgasm he’d given me. I reach into the shower and turn the left nozzle, warming up the water as he grabs two towels from the closet next to the sink.  

“You know I think you’re going to regret inviting your brothers on this trip.” I smile, wrapping my arms around Sam’s torso from behind and meeting his eyes as in the mirror as the steam from the hot water already starts to fog up our reflection. 

“Why’s that?” He asks, running his wooden handled paddle brush through the long tresses of his hair, wincing when he catches a snag. I let my hands roam the expanse of his bare chest and stare at the long column of his neck as he swallows, eyes now following the path my hands are taking. 

“I think you know why.” I smirk, biting his shoulder, my eyes finally meeting his again. 

“We’ll have our own room, beautiful.” He reminds me, turning in my arms to face me, placing his hands delicately on my cheeks.

“In a shared bungalow, handsome.” I sneer, teasing. Sam’s head lolls back as he lets out a groan, chuckling lightly. 

“I’m sorry, okay, you know how Josh gets with planning and shit and he begged for this place.” He explains. “It’s supposed to be a dream inside with an incredible view.” 

“I’m not really the one who should be worried anyway, am I?” I lean in, pressing a kiss to the hollow at the base of his neck. “You’re the loud one.” I smirk against his skin as I feel his chest vibrate under me, the howl of his laugh making me giggle in tandem. 

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“I think my ass is going to be asleep for the rest of my life.” Jake groans as we step off of the plane and out into the humid, sticky, Hawaiian air. Immediately, we’re peeling layers off. Sweatshirts and cardigans are being tied around waists and hung over forearms as we saunter through the airport, following signs to baggage claim. After being cramped up in a plane for eleven hours, we’re all happy to be stretching our legs. 

The taxi ride to our bungalow is longer than we anticipated, so by the time we all get inside, I’m sideswiping my friends to get to the bathroom. It just so happens to be in the bedroom right off the living room. 

“Guess we’ll take that bedroom.” I hear Sam laugh, following me. 

“Pepper and I will take the loft then!” Josh shouts, practically running up the stairs, his girlfriend close behind. 

“No way. I get the couch bed? All to myself? How’d I get so lucky?” Jake teases, flopping onto the plush white linen of the rather large couch in the living room.

“Best bed in the house for the best brother I have.” Sam says, joining him on the couch. 

“I heard that!” Josh yells from above. I join Sam and Jake on the couch, fitting into the space they’ve left between them as I cuddle into Sam’s side, feet tucked under Jake’s leg and start to drift off to sleep, jetlag hitting me like a ton of bricks.

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The clock is just ticking past seven in the morning when there’s a pounding on our door. I quickly cover my naked body with the sheets and before I know it, Josh is waltzing into the bedroom. “Wake up! We’ve got beaches to see!” He beams, sunlight radiating from behind him, causing me to roll over and pull the blanket up a little higher over my head. 

“We’re on vacation,” Sam mumbles, tossing in the sheets and covering his face with a pillow. I feel his hand reach out for me under the covers and I give it a squeeze.  

“Come on you lazy bastards, Jake made breakfast and Pepper’s too nice to eat without you. We’re starving.” Josh responds. 

When I hear the door click shut, I peak my head over the covers and stretch the sleep out of my muscles. I expect a good morning kiss from Sam. The same good morning kiss I’ve received every morning since we've been together. But when I roll to my head to the left, Sam’s walking into the ensuite bathroom, phone is his hand, typing away. 

“Excuse you?” I feign offense, although I’m not sure how feigned it really is. His head whips up to look back to me as though he’d forgotten there was even anyone else in the room. He hums in question and furrows his eyebrows, waiting for me to go on. “Are you forgetting something?” I ask, sitting up further.

“Course not, Sunshine.” He shakes his head, walking back over to my side of the bed to plant a kiss on my lips. It’s a peck. Not nearly as slow or soft as I wish it was and I find myself leaning forward, chasing his lips as he pulls away, retreating into the bathroom. 

Sam and I make our way out of the bedroom, half clothed and still half awake. When we turn the corner into the kitchen, we find Jake in a tiny apron, spatula in hand, and I can’t help but laugh at the sight of him. 

“What’s so funny?” Jake asks me, head whipping around, tapping the spatula to the palm of his hand. 

“Nothing, I just never thought I’d live to see the day where you're living out your housewife fantasy,” I mock. 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. It’s funny now, but wait until you taste these pancakes.” He boasts. “Un-fucking-real.”

Eventually, we all get ready, and load up the rental car– a lovely 2012 Toyota Sienna.

“Ahhh, the champagne of cars,” Jake chides, sitting in the third row backseat, palms resting on the headrests of the captains chairs in front of him. 

“You’re telling me you don’t think you could pull any women in this thing?” Sam asks, slapping the leather seat. 

“Oh, the car has nothing to do with the ability I have to pull women, Samuel.” Jake huffs.

Jake has always had a multitude of women at his reach, everyone always wants a piece. He’s been like that ever since I’ve known him and from what I've heard, ever since he was a teenager. Jake is the perfectly dangerous mix of meekly charming and confidently sexy. 

I met Jake while he was working at the cafe on campus when we were both in college. We became friends quickly. He was with another girl at the time but he had a way of making you feel like you were the most important person in the world when he was talking to you. He’s incredibly easy to naturally gravitate toward, but damn, he keeps his walls up high. It makes him practically unreachable. 

I’ve seen many women come and go from his life over the years that I’ve been with Sam. They all have the same mindset of, “Oh, I can change him,” but they never last. After I was introduced to Sam, everything else was history. I don’t even know if Jake remembers the stage in life where he unknowingly had me wrapped around his finger. 

The drive to the beach is embarrassingly short. We really could have walked, but the resort is huge and we didn't want to chance getting lost. As we pull up to the white sand, I feel unbridled joy bubble up inside me. 

Once we finally set up camp on the beach, the sunscreen is being applied, the drinks start flowing and the music coming from the speaker at the little tiki bar behind us is setting the perfect vibe for the day. 

After about an hour in the sun, I start to squirm. “Fuck, it’s hot.” I whine from my lounge chair. Shifting on my side to face Sam’s chair and sliding my sunglasses down my nose, I ask, “swim with me?” He doesn’t answer at first and I almost think he’s asleep before he shrugs and says,

“Maybe in a bit.” 

“I’ll go in with you.” Jake offers from his spot on the other side of his brother. Josh and Pepper end up following too. 

After a dip in the ocean, with everyone but Sam, we all make our way back to the beach. Sam has moved from his chair to the shade of the beachside bar. I walk over to him, still soaking wet and wrap my arms around his neck, soaking him and smacking a kiss to his cheek. 

“Fuck, you’re freezing.” He hisses and winces, pulling away from me. 

“Why are you being such a grump?” I ask, trying to get a feel for exactly what happened between last night and this morning to put him in such a piss-poor mood. 

“I’m not being– I’m fine.” He pushes his sunglasses off his nose and rests them in his hair. “It’s just hot.” 

“Yeah, so the cool thing about the beach is that there’s this huge body of water you can go in to cool off.” I tease, still trying to lighten the mood. 

“What a strange, new concept.” He snides, grabbing his drink and shuffling past me back to the lounge chairs to join the others. I audibly huff out a humorless laugh and roll my eyes as I turn to the bartender. 

“I’ll take a mojito please.”

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Sam's phone is repeatedly going off, text, after text, after text and he’s checking it like a fourteen year old girl checks the Snapchat notifications from her crush. 

“Jesus, who is that? Your wife?” I ask, only half joking, reaching for the phone only intending to put it on silent. 

Sam reaches for it as I do, our hands colliding. “Umm…” He gulps, looking at me, “It’s–” He doesn't have to say her name before I see it on the screen. 

“Oh.” I say. “What does she want this time?” I question, trying to play it as cool as possible. Sam gestures for me to read the messages myself. I type in his password and start scrolling through the dozens of text messages, the first one coming in last night around midnight. 

All I’m seeing as I skim are keywords like “hospital” and “again” and “new medication” and “so depressed” and “I miss you guys”, “I’m here when you’re ready”–you get the point. 

That incredibly familiar, complicated feeling of jealousy and hurt washes over me. This isn’t the first time that this has happened. Sam’s ex-girlfriend slides back into his messages every few months or so. Sam being the kind and generous guy that he is, always responds. Politely telling her that she needs to move on, etc. But, there’s so much more to it than what you’re probably thinking. There’s a history there that dates back much further than I can even put a date to. A history that involves a myriad of mental health crises, mood disorders and deeply unhealthy attachment styles. 

We’ve had this conversation multiple times. So many hours spent arguing and discussing and crying. I have love for her too. She was my friend too and I want the best for her, but Sam can’t be her security blanket anymore. The last time we talked about this we’d both agreed that he would stop responding to her cries for help. She has good people in her life, she has a solid therapist and a loving family. Sam doesn’t need to be her savior anymore. 

What’s frustrating me is that he’s clearly giving in once again. I don’t know if it’s his savior complex or if he’s trying to hurt me for some reason, but I’m tired of it. 

After a full day on the beach, we decide it’s time for dinner. We’re all tired, sunburnt, and starving, so we pile up in the minivan as Josh drives us back to the bungalow. 

Exhausted, we decided to stop for dinner on the way home instead of going back out later. As we shuffle in the house, everyone drops their beach bags by the door and heads straight for the showers. Clean and lazy and still a little jet lagged, I join Jake on the couch. He reaches for the TV remote and picks out the movie, ‘50 First Dates’.

 “Hawaii. Very cliche,” I say, huffing out a laugh. 

“I feel as though it’s mandatory”, he responds. 

Meanwhile, Sam is typing frantically on his phone in the arm chair across the room, not muttering a word. He’s been like this since we left the beach. I try my hardest to ignore it, because I know exactly what he’s doing– feeding into his ex’s bullshit yet again. 

About halfway through the movie, Josh and Pepper break off to head to bed for the night, leaving Sam who is still glued to his phone, Jake who is glued to the TV, and myself, sitting awkwardly on the couch, bored, irritated, and tense. How many times are we going to have this fight? How many times am I going to sit here feeling guilty for being pissed off? 

“Holy shit, where did that bruise come from?” Jake asks, pulling me out of my thoughts. 

“Huh?” I ask, following his gaze to my thigh. 

“Right there.” He emphasizes his point by poking his finger into the reddish-purple spot on my skin. 

“Ouch, fuck!” I laugh, pulling away. “It must’ve been when I wiped out during our failed body surfing attempt today.” I grimace as I poke the edges of the bruise myself, assessing the damage. “I bruise so easily, I didn’t even notice it.” I chuckle, looking up to Sam. “Did you, babe?” 

Silence. He’s in another world over there. “Sam.” I say, directly. 

“Hmm?” He hums, head lolled back against the armchair, eyes on the glowing screen in his lap. 

“Did you notice this bruise?” I ask. Finally, he looks over to me but not for more than half a second before he’s preoccupied again. 

“No, I didn’t. Looks gnarly.” He states, deadpan, mind clearly elsewhere. 

“Do you want some ice or something?” Jake asks and I feel heat rise to my cheeks in embarrassment. Something about Jake noticing, taking the time to care about something as menial as a bruise I didn’t even feel until he touched it, when my boyfriend could not seem to care any less, is humiliating to me. 

“No, no I’m fine.” I brush it off. “I’m sure it’ll be yellow by the morning.” Jake nods in agreement but I can feel that he’s not convinced in the way his eyes linger on my skin. I feel it then, the flame, flicker, ember, even, of heat in my belly as his eyes drag down the length of my leg when he thinks I’m not watching. When he looks up to my face, his eyes flash wide for a second and he tries to hide a smile, turning back to watch the movie I know none of us are paying attention to. I can’t help but smile back before mimicking his actions and facing the screen. 

I’m not overly proud of my next move, but it does eventually get me exactly what I want. 

“Maybe that wipeout hit me harder than I thought.” I groan, reaching up to squeeze my shoulder muscle. Jake looks back over to me. “There’s a knot the size of a fucking baseball here.” I laugh. “Feel this.” I scoot closer to him on the couch. Without hesitation, he reaches over and gently digs his thumb into my deltoid. “No, here.” I reach for his hand and guide it closer to my neck. I press his fingers into the flesh there and watch as his eyebrows furrow. 

“Jesus, it’s like a rock.” He notes. I drop my hand and he continues to poke into the muscle with the tips of his fingers. I hiss when he rolls his fingers over the tendon. “Shit, sorry.” He pulls his hand away. 

“No–” I reply, maybe a little too enthusiastically, grabbing his wrist. Jake’s eyes widen again, this time in humor as my grip tightens on him. “Don’t stop.” I say, eyes flashing to Sam who is now sitting up a little straighter in his chair. 

It’s fun to make Sam squirm every once in a while. We’ve played this game before. He’ll make a comment about our server when we’re out or I’ll blow a kiss to a stranger. It always ends in explosive sex when we get home, or on the rare occasion, before we get home. It is, after all, harmless. Harmless in the sense that they’re always strangers and the intent is never malicious. It’s always more of a dare when we’re drunk or feeling brave. This feels a little different. Like I’m breaking the rules. 

As Jake massages my muscles, I start to really get into it, tossing my head to the side and letting out soft, faint noises of relief. It’s as I glance up at Sam and then back to Jake that he finally gets exactly what’s going on here and decides to feed into it further. He purses his lips around a grin and squints his eyes at me, shaking his head. 

“Why don’t you lie down on your stomach and I’ll tickle your back for you,” Jake offers. I slowly move myself down to the floor, making sure not to lock eyes with Sam. I lie on my chest and pull a throw pillow from the couch down to rest my head on. This isn’t so strange. We’ve been friends for years. Platonic back rubs, hair braiding, even the odd cuddle on the couch isn’t out of the ordinary for our friend group, but again, we all know this is different.  

Sam, still not uttering a word, continues to scroll through his phone but begins to look up at us every so often. I can feel his eyes on me, flashing questions, but I never meet his stare. He knows what I’m doing, but how far can I push him? 

I expect Jake to take a seat next to me, but he ups the ante just that much more when he straddles me, each leg falling to the side of my hips. I can feel him grind down on me as he tries to get a little more comfortable. I can see Sam’s face from this angle but I close my eyes, really giving into the facade. 

His fingers start to trace lightly up and down on my back. “Go a little slower, but a tad bit deeper Jakey,” I quietly breathe out, falling into a trance. He does as I say, slowing down his movement but digging his fingertips in a little harder.  “Feels kind of like deja vu.” 

“Are you talking about the night after Emma’s party when we crashed together in the guest room?” Jake laughs. 

I giggle at the thought. The night he’s referring to was a little (a lot) less sexy than he’s making it out to be, but there is a resemblance. After smoking too much pot and nearly greening out, I felt a panic attack coming on so Jake and I slept in the guest room. He rubbed circles on my back to help ground and calm me. I didn’t even know Sam at the time. 

“Here.” Jake says as he scoots back a bit and pulls my shirt up exposing my bare back. I didn't put a bra on after my shower and I think it catches him a bit off guard. His confidence falters as he clears his throat but lets his hands continue to wander, fingers drawing patterns on my skin and leaving goosebumps in their wake. 

At this point Sam is staring daggers into us. I can see his chest rising and falling and I chance a look up at his face. His eyes aren't on mine, however they’re burning holes into his brother’s hands as they roam my skin. 

Feeling like we’ve taken this just about as far as we can aside from literally fucking in front of Sam, Jake moves to lay down on the floor beside me and I throw an arm out by his head, signalling for him to rest there. He scoots closer then, head in the crook of my elbow, eyes back on the TV. When I look back up to Sam, he’s finally put his phone down. He’s staring down at us from the armchair, his eyes nothing but slits as he gives me a disapproving scowl. 

“So, is this why you agreed to come to Hawaii with us?” Sam asks Jake. His words come out a curt and bitey, though I know he’s trying to stay casual. 

A smile brims his lips before his eyes slowly flutter open to respond. “I was thinking about making my move. Been thinking about it for years.” I know he’s only saying it as a jab to Sam, but something about the way he lifts up on his elbow, head in his hand, looking down at me, makes my stomach twist. Sam scoffs out a laugh. 

“We all know you had your chance years ago.” Sam mocks, standing now, stretching his arms over his head. The sliver of skin between his low slinging sweatpants and his t-shirt peeks out. I can’t help but look and of course he catches me. Damnit. The smirk he’s wearing pisses me off again and I shift up onto my elbows as well, looking over to Jake and our faces are less than a foot apart at this point.

“I don’t know, I could be persuaded into a polygamist situation.” I shrug, looking up at Sam now. “You’re always talking about how I’m so gullible I could find myself in a cult accidentally. Who's to say I don’t start one myself and get me a few brother husbands.” 

Jake tosses his head back and bellows out a laugh. “Brother husbands.” He repeats, tossing an arm around my neck and squeezing me into his side. “Whaddaya say Sammy, would you share with your big brother?” With his other hand he takes my jaw in his grasp and squeezes my face firmly, but gently until my lips pucker. “Don’t we look cute together?” He asks, pressing his cheek to mine. 

Meanwhile, Sam has lost any and all ability to ‘stay cool.’ He’s never been good at hiding his emotion or masking the way he really feels. He wears his heart on his sleeve and comes by his emotions honestly. Good or bad. 

“Cute isn't really the word that's coming to mind, no.” He grits, the smile on his face is so fake, it’s almost cartoonish. Jake’s grip on my face loosens and his hand wanders down to my stomach, laying it there casually as he continues, as if it’s the way we always touch each other. 

“Cute isn’t really a word I’d use to describe her either, if I’m being honest.” Jake says, suggestively, reaching to play with the string on my hoodie, and that does it. The silence is deafening as they stare at one another before,

“I think it’s time we call it a night, we’ve had a long day and could all use some sleep,” Is all I say. I sit forward and reach for Sam to help me up, but he’s already turned his back on me to pick up his phone from the armchair. 

“Here.” Jake says, standing and reaching for my hands. I’m not even fully stood up yet before Sam’s walking through our bedroom door and shutting it behind him. 

“Fuck.” I mutter, guiltily. 

“Maybe that was a bit much.” Jake grins, bumping his hip to mine. 

“Yeah you were laying it on pretty thick there, Jesus Christ.” I joke, shoving his bicep, though he barely stumbles. “If I didn't know better, I’d say you were barely acting at all.” I tease, facing him and walking backward toward the bedroom I share with Sam. 

He says nothing, only stares at me with a look on his face I can only describe as… coy. 

“Goodnight, gorgeous.” He smiles and turns around to make up his couch bed. “And goodluck with Casanova tonight.” I roll my eyes and finally turn to face the wooden door in front of me. The doorknob is in my hand, but it takes every ounce of willpower I have to turn it. 

When I open the door, the lights are all off except for the sliver of light coming from underneath the bathroom door. With a deep breath, I tap lightly on the door and hear a grunt from the other side. “Can I brush my teeth?” I ask softly. He says nothing but swings the door open, shirt off, hair in a messy bun, and toothbrush dangling from his mouth. 

I maneuver past him to the second sink on the counter and grab my toothbrush, starting my night routine in silence. The tension in this bathroom with Sam is painfully thick and I start to wonder if I really did take it too far. “Sam–” I start at the same time he says,

“Fuck you for that, by the way.” 

“Are you– Me?” I ask, toothbrush tipped over abandoned on the counter, toothpaste making a mess. 

“Yeah what the fuck was all that? Are you trying to make my bad day worse?” 

“Your bad day?” I nearly laugh. 

“Stop responding to my questions with questions.” He snides, spitting into the sink and putting his toothbrush into the little cup on the ledge. 

“Sam, can you seriously not see, from my perspective, how fucking miserable I was at the beach when your face was in your phone all day?”

“You think I wanted to be?” He retaliates. “You think I wanted to come on vacation with my favorite people only to be burdened with her shit yet again?”

“Yet again!” I walk past him into the bedroom and flick on the light. “Exactly. Cause we’ve been through this a million fucking times, Sam.” He follows me in and walks over to the bed where he fluffs his pillow and turns down the sheets.

“I promise you, I’m just as sick of it as you are.” He huffs. 

“You’re not the one fighting for affection in this relationship.” I frown, pulling my top over my head and reaching for an oversized tee to throw on for bed. “It fucking sucks.” 

“You say that like you've had to fight for anything at all in this relationship.” He bites. “I’m the one that moved because of your job. I’m the one who gave up my dog because you’re allergic. I’m the–” 

“Okay!” I raise my voice, now standing at my side of the bed. “I get it, Jesus, I’m a horrible nagging wench who clearly should’ve taken Jake up on that offer to hook up four years ago.” As soon as the words are out of my mouth, I want to swallow them. 

“I fucking knew it!” He laughs. “I knew you were getting off on that shit in the living room.”  

“Are you really putting this back on me?” I start to say as he talks over me.

“You want to fuck my brother don’t you.” He asks, and something about the tone of his voice as he slowly walks around the foot of the bed makes heat shoot through me from my throat down between my legs. He stares, waiting for me to respond as he stalks me like prey. 

“Are you being serious right now?” I ask, but I know the shake in my voice is giving me away. 

“I know you wanted him.” He says, now standing directly in front of me. “You can’t tell me there’s not a touch of that still in there.” He says, his hand slipping up under my t-shirt, finger ghosting along my underwear band. “In here.” 

My breaths start coming a little more sporadically as his eyes bore into mine, his fingers still wandering. 

“There she is,” he says, lips brushing mine. 

“Sam,” I whimper against his mouth as we breathe each other’s air. 

“There’s my girl.” He says. “My girl.” His fingers finally slide into my underwear. 

“Your girl.” I whisper, and just as soon as I feel his fingertips on my clit, they’re gone.

“Oh, so now you want to play nice?” He asks, reaching around me to turn the light off and then flicking on the bedside lamp. “What was all that out in the living room if you’re mine?” 

“I was just trying to get you to pay attention to me.” I nearly whisper. “Wanted you to want me.” 

“And you thought letting my brother put his hands all over you was going to get you what you wanted?” He asks, stepping toward me again, lightly pushing on my shoulders to lay down on the bed.

“That was the goal, yeah.” I smirk, lip between my teeth. 

“Did it feel good?” He asks, pressing his fingertips into the flesh on my shoulder that Jake had massaged just minutes ago. 

“Um..” I begin, not quite sure how to answer. “I mean, yeah my shoulders were pretty tense after a whole day of you stressing me the fuck out.” 

“That’s not what I meant and you know it.” He chastises, straddling my hips, hands on either side of my head. “I want to know if you felt it in your pussy when he touched your shoulders.” I audibly moan in response to the boldness of his question. “Answer me, Sunshine.” He says, lips at my ear and hand traveling back down between my legs. 

“I–” I swallow, distracted by the feel of his fingers lightly petting me over my underwear. His teeth sink into my shoulder just enough to sting as he coaxes the confession out of me. “Yes!” I squeal. “Yes, fuck okay, yes it turned me on.” His lips and tongue soothe the area he’d bitten and he kisses down my chest, pulling at the neckline of my t-shirt to get at my breasts. 

His silence stirs up a need in me to explain myself. “All day long.” I start. “All day long, I’ve been thinking about fucking you,” I moan. 

“Is that so?” He asks, lips suctioning around my nipple. “Where, Sunshine?” 

“Everywhere. The beach, the kitchen, the fucking gas station.” 

“The gas station?” He chuckles, teeth grazing the sensitive bud of my opposite nipple. 

“Anywhere, God, is it not crystal fucking clear by now that I’m a slave for your affection? That I’d do anything for it?” I moan, hands gripping his hair to hold him close. 

He lifts his head to look at me and I can’t quite read the emotion on his face. He sits back a little bit and runs his hands under my shirt, lifting it off of me and over my head.  

“Anything?” He asks, hands running all over my body, starting with cupping my cheeks in his hands, down to my throat where he squeezes lightly, his blunt fingernails scraping down my chest, causing me to gasp as his hands squeeze my waist. 

“Anything, Sam.” 

He brings his hand to my mouth and slips two of his fingers past my lips. I swirl my tongue around them and watch his jaw fall open slightly as he watches my mouth. When he pulls them out, he reaches down to push my panties to the side and slide them inside of me. 

“Say it again.” 

“Anything.” I say. “I need you.” His fingers continue to pump in and out of me while his thumb moves to swipe repeatedly over my clit. My back begins to arch and that’s when he stops. 

“Not gonna be that easy,” he grins, standing up and pulling his boxers down and throwing them to the floor. 

“Careful not to wake anyone up with that pretty mouth, angel,” I tease as he crawls back on top of me and positions himself over my face, grabbing me by the hair and pulling me onto his cock. 

I slide him inside of my mouth until I feel him hit the back of my throat. His cock pulses inside my mouth as he begins to moan, gripping my hair harder with each thrust. 

His hips buck into my mouth and his breathing changes, I can taste the precum on my tongue as I circle him around in my mouth, paying special attention to the head the way I know he likes. 

He pulls out of me and before I can even catch my breath, he’s kneeling on the floor, throwing my legs over his shoulders, his mouth at my entrance, fucking into me with his tongue.  

“Fuck, yeah.” I groan, grasping at the sheets. His tongue pushes into me as far as it can go and his nose presses against my clit perfectly. “Oh my God.” I sigh as I rock my hips against his face. He hums his approval, creating the most unholy vibrating sensation through me from the inside out. His hands move to grip my hips, grinding me against his face as his nose slides up and down over my clit. “I’m gonna cum, Sam.” 

And I really should not have warned him because he licks one stripe up and my slit, and pulls away to leave wet trails all over my thighs as he peppers kisses all around me. 

“Careful Sunshine, you’ll ruin the sheets,” he says, as if that’d be solely my fault. 

“Maybe I want to,” I whine as he lies down on the bed next to me. 

“Such a needy little whore for me,” he says with a smoldering look on his face as he wipes his mouth clean. I can do absolutely nothing but moan in response. I love when he talks to me like this, and he knows it. “You wanna be my whore tonight, Sunshine?” He asks, pulling me on top of him. 

“Mmhmmm,” I say.

“Ride me,” he demands as he slaps my ass. I hover above him as he aligns himself with my core, teasing it at my entrance, rubbing my clit with the tip of his cock. 

He grabs me by the hips and slams me on to him, I cry out a moan in response, “fuck!” 

“Shhh shhh, don’t wanna wake ‘Jakey’, now do we?” He says. 

“Shut up,” I say as I continue to bounce up and down on him, watching him squirm below me as if I have the power, knowing full well that I don’t. 

In retaliation, he flips us over. With my knees bent and him in between my thighs, he thrusts himself back into me and picks a pace and rhythm that takes my breath away. 

“You are so fucking perfect.” He says, sweetly peppering kisses against my cheeks and lips, a complete juxtaposition from the way he’s pounding into me so perfectly I think I might have bruises in the morning. He grabs me by the hips and arches my back deeper so I’m not laying completely flat on the bed. 

“You’re so deep, Sam.” I say between gasps as he takes my breath away with each thrust. 

“Can you feel me here?” He asks, pressing into the skin under my belly button, making me squeal. “Jesus, you’re soaked,” He leans over me, then, my knees pressed to both of our chests as he grabs the back of my neck with his right hand, applying pressure to my pulse points. 

“Harder,” I cry out, as he slams into me, fingers squeezing tighter then moving around to my throat. 

“You like that, don’t you?” He teases as his hand grips a little tighter around my throat. I open my mouth to tell him I’m cumming but my orgasm washes over me in breathtaking waves. My hips continue to buck up against his as he grinds down into me until I feel his release inside of me. 

He falls to the side of me, pushing my hair away from my face and peppering the smallest of kisses down my cheek. My eyes flutter closed as I regulate my breathing.

“Hey.” He takes my face in his hands. “You’re right.” I open my mouth to tease him, because, yes. I know I am, but he smiles and beats me to it, clasping a hand over my mouth. “Don’t.” I smile under his hand and he kisses my forehead. “I wished her all the best and blocked her number right before your little stunt out there.” He confesses, reaching around me to turn off the bedside lamp. 

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Royalty AU Wesper commission for @unashamed-fanfiction-addict

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kazChapters: 1/1 Fandom: 大逆転裁判 | Dai Gyakuten Saiban | The Great Ace Attorney Chronicles (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Asougi Kazuma/Naruhodou Ryuunosuke/Barok van Zieks Summary:

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For Better or For Worse

Chapter Twelve

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Rating: M (language, sexual references and humour)

Relationships: Asoryuu (romantic) Kazuma Asougi and Gina Lestrade, Kazuma Asougi and Barok van Zieks, Kazuma Asougi and Susato Mikotoba (platonic)

Chapter CWs: DGS 2 spoilers, implied outing/homophobia and infidelity

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She laughs. “Well, I know where I should go for any future weddings I have." She picks up her wine glass as she grins, her engagement and wedding rings catching the light of the candelabra. "Just in case of a divorce."

Kazuma wants to say it’s a joke – the sparkle in the newly-wed Lady van Zieks’ eyes and the mirth in her words certainly suggests so. But she’s also the kind of person who will find humour in even the gravest of statements and there’s rarely a way to tell if she is, in fact, being serious. Ryunosuke lets out a chuckle beside him, though his superior’s tight-lipped smile that borders on a wince feels a tad more appropriate. Despite the glare her father is giving her, it thankfully seems like the table is more than happy to move on from her statement; at least until the scraping of a chair on the polished hardwood floor below cuts through the tension as a guest abruptly moves to leave.

... After the ceremony, revelations are made and lessons are unlearned.

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After six months hiatus, chapter twelve of my kazuma-centric/asoryuu fic is up!!! Thank you so much to everyone who has stuck with me, the fic is nearly over now and I cannot be grateful enough!!! <3 As always, feel free to like, comment, reblog, kudos etc etc. I always love reading your comments and thoughts on the chapters! xx

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[geminisecrets]

Cherry Flavored

Warnings:  18+ ONLY! NSFW! Explicit sexual content, coarse language, oral sex, smutty smut smut, lil bit of choking, unprotected sex, alcohol.

Word Count: 3,232

Summary: Jake getting nasty in a dive bar, need I say anymore? Purely smut, we skipped the huge story and plot and just wanted something purely disgusting.

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“Come on, just one drink, please?” Hailey whines. “Do you want me to get on my knees? I’ll get on my knees.”

“I’ve had the week from hell, Hails, I just want to stay in. The idea of sitting in a loud bar while my ass falls asleep on the stool makes me want to commit federal crimes.” I admit, trying my best to bail myself out of this. What she doesn’t know is that my plan is to stay home, by myself, turn on my favorite movie, and drain the batteries in my vibrator. “The contacts are out. Do you understand that? The bra is off and the contacts are out. I will not be leaving this bed.” 

Hailey looks at me with her big doe eyes, and pouts. “Come for one drink, then you can go.” She repeats. I stare her down, unwilling to budge. “I’m gonna do it.” She says, crossing her arms. 

“No you’re not.” I sit up straighter. She nods. “Are you serious?” 

“I’m doing it. It’s official. I’m using my Cameron Card.” She reaches over to pull the comforter back and grab my ankle. 

“There’s no way you’re desperate enough for a wingman tonight that you’re using the Cameron Card. How fucking horny are you?” 

For context, four years ago, while Hailey and I were still in college, I was in the very beginning stages of talking to a guy named Cameron. Hailey was just getting over a killer flu and had a mountain of coursework to get done by the end of the weekend, but I begged her to come out with me. As part of my bargaining tool, I gave her a one time, no-matter-what, guarantee, pass to use on me one day.

“Enough with the questions!” She shouts, pulling harder at my ankles.  

“Fine,” I mutter as I stand, pulling my ratty old t-shirt over my head and rummaging through the pile of laundry on my desk chair for a clean pair of jeans. 

“Thank you, thank you, thank you.” She squeals, throwing her arms around my neck and kissing my cheek. 

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We walk into the bar and, well, maybe bar is the wrong word. Saloon? The place is hideous. There’s no way a single fixture in this place has been updated since 1965. The air is thick with the smell of old beer and body odor that’s been woven into the fabric of the cow print booths for decades. The bar stools are not stools exactly, but saddles made to simulate the feeling of sitting on a horse. It's a different kind of dive, let's just say that. 

“This is where you wanted to use your Cameron Card for?” I ask, sure that there’s been a miscommunication. 

“Mhmm,” she mumbles, taking my hand and leading me toward the bar. “You’ll see.” The closer we get to the bar the clearer the situation becomes. At first I just see a couple of people at the far end of the bar. Then hair. There’s so much hair. Finally, as we approach this group one of them turns around. 

“Good evening, beautiful.” The shortest one says to Hailey, wrapping her up in a hug. He’s gorgeous. His smile is incredibly genuine and kind and I feel at ease when he turns to hug me as well, not normally a ‘hug person’, myself. 

“I’m Josh. This is my brother, Sam.” Josh explains. Sam flashes me a smile and takes my hand in his, bringing it up to his lips and pressing a kiss to my knuckles. I can’t tell if he’s wasted already or if this is just how he is but I feel myself blush at his forwardness. 

One drink slowly turns into two, then three, and before I know it I actually don’t wish I was home alone anymore. There aren’t many people here. It feels cozy and intimate. It’s dimly lit with 90’s rock playing quietly but the energy is buzzing as people shout and cheer with laughter throughout the room. Hailey and Josh are lost in conversation. She’s enamored by his storytelling and while I find him hilarious, I can only take so much of his boisterous energy in my inebriated state. 

I take my beer and begin to wander through the bar, toward the back. I turn the corner to find out the place isn't as tiny as I thought. At the far end of the room, I see three dart boards, a number of small card tables and right in the middle, two pool tables.

I mosey though the groups of people on my way to the jukebox, curious to see if their selection meets my standards, when, out of the corner of my eye I see a man looking at me from a high top table against the wall. His eyes shamelessly trail up and down my body, but, when they finally meet my eyes, it’s as if he’s seen a ghost. Busted. Feeling brave, I slowly change course from the jukebox and make my way towards the pool table. 

“You play? Or just here to watch?” I ask, hoping he catches onto my double meaning. The pink tinge to his cheeks and the smirk on his face tells me that he knows he’s been caught. 

“I play sometimes,” he chuckles, rubbing his chin with the palm of his hand. “You play?” He questions, eyes once again falling to my hips and back up. 

“I love playing.” I say, looking directly in his eyes as I bring the beer bottle back up to my lips. “Watching too.” He lets out a chuckle, moving to my side of the table. 

“Just felt like cutting my brothers some slack, they don’t get to win very often,” he winks, “I’m Jacob.” He finishes, stretching his hand out towards mine as I introduce myself. 

“Can I call you Jake?” I ask, smirking slightly as I reach around him for a pool cue. 

“Jake is fine, Jacob is only used in certain circumstances,” he teases. I’m not sure what he means, but I move on.  

Jake reaches for his cue and slowly walks towards the red felted table. We play a round or two and he’s kicking my ass with not a single ounce of pity.

“First time?” He teases, collecting the balls and placing them neatly in the triangle. 

“And what if it’s not?” I laugh, setting my pool cue to the side. “What if this is all a part of my plan to hustle you?” Jake slowly makes his way back to the table, grabbing his beer and passing me mine. 

“You trying to swindle me out of some cash, kitten?” He asks, leading us to a table back in the main area of the bar. I feel a flutter in my stomach at the pet name. I slide into the booth, expecting him to take the spot across the table, but he hip-checks me, scooting in right next to me.

We order another round of drinks and talk for what feels like hours. It’s small talk at first, but it turns into something deeper. We find ourselves talking about music and artists and he tells me about his favorite genres as I talk his ear off about the significance of music in my life. 

Eventually, as I’m in the middle of talking about the emo phase I went through in middle school, his right hand finds itself casually resting on my leg. Absent-mindedly, I play with the frayed edges of his sailor-knot bracelet. When he chimes in, adding that he too listened to so many of the bands I did in those days, his arm creeps up my back, twirling the hair that hangs over my shoulder. 

“You know, I come to this bar a lot… but I’ve never seen you here,” he says, eyebrows raised. 

“Yeah, I’m more of a homebody. My friend dragged me here tonight, but, I’m glad she did,” I say, bringing my hand up to my cheek, and resting my elbow on the table, so he can’t see my flushed cheeks. 

He’s slouched in the booth, looking up at me as his left arm moves slowly under the table as his hand grips my knee and his fingers dance up my thigh. Both sets of our eyes are on his hand until he’s at the waist of my jeans. 

I can see his chest expand as his breathing picks up. His fingers play with my belt loop, tugging as he looks up at me, asking for consent without needing to say a word. I nod my head slowly before he stands from the table, taking my hand in his. 

I feel like the butterflies in my stomach are going to erupt out of me. This feels so out of character for me, but there’s something so enticing about Jake. He’s dangerous, but safe, exciting, but cool. 

His palms crash into the bathroom door as he slams it open. I follow eagerly, letting him guide me into the biggest stall. Our eyes meet and for a second there’s the smallest bit of awkwardness as we laugh, our breaths whispering on each other’s cheeks. 

“Did you lock th–” I start before his lips crash into mine. Suddenly I can’t even remember my own name let alone what I was asking. I feel him everywhere. I can’t tell what part of him is touching me, where, I just feel him. All over. Pressed flush against me as he pins me against the wall. When his lips break away from mine in an audible smack, he says,

“Sorry if you could tell I was staring at you earlier, but fuck, I couldn’t help it,” he breathes as his hands reach back around me to grab my ass in fistfulls. He squeezes hard enough to elicit a gasp from me. 

With my back pressed flush to the tiled wall I respond, “No, I’m glad you were making it so obvious,” I laugh as my hands find the bottom of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head. His hair falls to the front of his chest but he takes a moment to tie it into a loose bun. “God, you are so fucking hot.” I take a moment to stare at him as he wraps the elastic around the length of his hair. His response is nothing more than a smirk as he leans back in to kiss me with his hands on my cheeks. 

"You taste so sweet." He says between kisses. "Like cherries."

I place my hands on his chest, tangling them in his long silver necklace as our lips clash over and over and when his tongue licks into my mouth and finds mine, everything goes dark for a moment as I close my eyes and take it all in. When I bite his lip, he lets out the faintest moan in response. 

“I want it.” I whisper into his ear as I palm his erection through his jeans. 

“Yeah? You want this?” Jake asks, pulling away from me just enough to watch my hand work on him. 

“So bad.” I respond shamelessly, feeling the warmth pool at my core as he sucks his lip between his teeth, eyes still on my hand. 

“Do you feel how hard I am for you?” He asks, finally looking up at me. 

“Fuck.” Is all I can mutter as he leans in closer, licking a stripe up my neck and putting his hand over mine, squeezing his bulge. “You’re driving me crazy.” I whine and before I can think twice he’s backing up and kicking his jeans off into the corner of the stall as I follow his lead, doing the same. 

“Jacob,” he says sternly. 

I raise my eyebrow in response, unsure of what he’s saying. 

“When we fuck, you call me Jacob,” he says, reaching around for my bra and unclasping it with one hand. I nod my head in response, trying not to smirk at him. 

He pins me back up against the wall and I gasp, my back immediately arching away from the cold tile. He takes this opportunity to kiss my breasts that are now pressed into his face and he slips my panties off with one hand as I kick them to the side. 

His fingers trail slowly lower until he’s rubbing slow and tight circles on my clit. I can’t help but to quietly yelp before he slaps his hand over my mouth. 

“Gonna need to be quieter than that, kitten,” he says. His middle and ring fingers of that hand slip past my lips and I suck on them to keep from squealing. The fingers of his other hand begin to curl inside of me, hitting just the right spot as I bite harshly down onto his fingers. His mouth falls open as he breathes hot breath onto my face, getting off on watching me squirm. 

“Keep…going…” I moan around his fingers as he begins to pump in and out of me at a faster pace. 

“God, your pussy is so wet…” he whispers into my ear, “all this for me?” I nod, sucking harder on his fingers. He pulls them out and slaps my cheek, hard enough to sting but not hard enough to leave a mark. “Answer me.” 

“Yes, Jacob,” I whisper back, biting lightly at his ear lobe. 

He pulls his fingers out from inside of me and kisses me harshly, “knees, now,” he demands. As I make my way down to my knees, I drag his boxers down with me, unveiling his cock, precum pooling at the tip as it pulses. 

“For me?” I mock, repeating his words before sliding him down the back of my throat until he bottoms out. Twirling my tongue around the tip of his cock, I look up at him, watching him squirm at my mercy. 

He grabs a fistful of my hair and begins showing me the pace he prefers– fast. His hips buck into my mouth harder and faster with each and every stroke until he pulls my face away from him and pushes me against the bathroom stall shared wall. As he gathers some of my slick and teases my clit with a rapid pace, my lips quiver at his touch. 

He props my foot up on the toilet beside me, lowering himself just the right amount to line himself up with me. He takes his cock and teases it at my entrance, before thrusting it into me with no warning.

“Oh, fuck..” I moan out in the rhythm of his thrusting. My foot slides around on the lid of the toilet seat and I can barely balance with the pace he’s going at. His hands reach above me, gripping over the stall walls so he can push himself further into me so hard and fast that I reach out against the stall wall, grasping at nothing, trying to ground myself but all I can feel is my orgasm building like an avalanche. 

“Feels so tight around me,” he whispers into my ear, “just how I imagined.” He finishes. 

And the idea of him imagining this moment while we were sitting, seemingly innocently, in that booth makes my legs begin to shake and I feel myself on the brink of release. “Cum on my dick, kitten,” he praises, “wanna see you in pieces,” he finishes, his teeth nipping at my ear. 

That’s all it takes before I’m at my tipping point, but Jake anticipates it and his hand flies over my mouth to keep my borderline pornographic moans at bay. 

“Again,” he demands, wiping the small bit of sweat beading from his hairline as he releases his loose bun from the elastic in his hair. 

Jake’s hands press down between my shoulder blades as he bends me over, my hands gripping onto the railing bolted to the wall. He licks the palm of his hand before curtly slapping my ass, causing me to push back towards him. 

“Need more,” I beg for him. 

“Excuse me?” He asks, pulling my hair to lift my head. His lips are at my ear. 

“Jacob!” I cry. “Please, Jacob, I need you. I need to cum again. Can I please cum on your cock?” 

“There’s my good girl.” He releases his grip on my hair and slides his cock back into me at an angle that feels so much tighter, I never want him out of me. “I love watching my dick slide in and out of your wet cunt,” he says, hands reaching around me to rub circles around my clit. 

“Choke me, Jacob.” I whimper pathetically. He groans behind me, letting his rhythm falter only slightly as he reaches around to place his hand over my throat. He squeezes just enough to make my breathing ragged and tight. “Harder.” I choke out. 

“Fuck.” He grunts, squeezing until my breath comes out uneven and scratchy. It’s as I feel my brain go just fuzzy enough to get dizzy that my second orgasm washes over me, amplified as Jake loosens his hold around my neck, giving me a euphoric headrush.  

I’m so lost in my high that I don’t even calculate Jake doubling over my back as he fills me up inside, before slowly pulling out of me. He makes sure to press his dick into my clit one last time, causing me to lunge forward on the railing, yet again moaning. 

“Fuck kitten, I had no idea you were so dirty.” Jake notes as he reaches around to grab my chin, pecking one, two, then three kisses to my lips. 

“I could say the same for you, Jacob.” I smile, reaching past him to pick up my bra. 

“What can I say, that was probably my favorite bar encounter I’ve had,” He huffs out a laugh, slipping his pants back up and around his legs. 

“Are you telling me this was your first time doing this?” I tease, sure he’s had some experience. 

“Actually, yeah, you?” He asks. A serious look washes over his face as he hands me my underwear that were lying on the bathroom floor, as if I’m actually putting those back on my body. 

“Do I look like–” I begin before he cuts me off. 

“Absolutely not,” he bellows a laugh. I pull my pants up, choosing to go commando and before I toss my underwear into the little stall garbage, Jake takes them from my hands and stuffs them in his back pocket with a wink. 

We make our way out of the bathroom to see Hailey, Josh and Sam sitting at the bar, finishing another round. 

“I was starting to question why the two of you seemed to disappear at the same time!” Josh laughs, throwing his hands up in the air like he’s dumbfounded. Meanwhile, I’m feeling confused as ever. 

“Do you know him?” I ask Jake quietly. 

“Josh is my twin brother,” Jake says under his breath as we walk towards the group. 

“Your what?! There is absolutely no way that you’re twins.” I laugh, once again, I’m sure he’s joking. 

“Serious as can be, kitten,” Jake responds, smirking at me as he pulls out a stool for me. 

“Well, are you glad you came?” Hailey whispers to me. 

“Let’s just say this was a good use of The Cameron Card.” I grin, stealing a glance at Jake as I sip from his beer.

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[novelconcepts]

fleeting

Van's always been the kind of person who develops fleeting crushes on friends. There's a kind of relief in the temporary nature of these feelings before they level out. She doesn't mind.

Most of the time.

(based on conversation with @owltrifecta)

T, 6807 words

Some things, Van reasons, just aren’t meant to last. Some things aren’t meant to last, and that’s fine. More than fine. Refreshing. Fantastic, in its own way. They’re like summer rainstorms: brief, punchy, and easily forgotten. Not everything’s like this. Her mother’s always predictable, always gonna be. Off at five, drunk by six: the Vicky Palmer way. Movies, too, are a certainty. Feelings for Michelle Pfeiffer, for example, are eternal; god bless Grease 2, god bless Catwoman. But other things—things like the warm, gooey feelings that drum up when another girl laughs at her jokes—don’t stick around long. It’s good that way. Reassuring. None of them last, so there’s no reason to worry. No reason to think about it much at all.

#fanfiction #yellowjackets #yj fanfic #yj fic #van palmer #taivan #politely reposting since it's been several hours and this ain't showing up in the taivan tag #which implies it uh. broke the first time #anyway! baby lesbian crush time: take two (van edition) #a fundamental part of my youth was falling a little bit in love with a LOT of girls including almost all of my close friends #particularly when we were very small and it was just 'this person is SO great i can't believe no one else sees it!' #and that rings true for van for me. and then of course. the taissa of it all. #(in case you're keeping score this was NONE of the WIPs on my docket but here it is anyway! naturally.)

[the-penguinspy]

Ava x Lilith 😘

thanks for the prompt, esther :) tysm for including the screenshot too, it was impossible to write seriously while looking at the sims option. blasted my focus to bits

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A quick tug in her belly and then she’s inside the office, muscles tense and body stock-still as her eyes rove around the dark room. Her gaze flicks to the security cameras interspersed along the edges of the ceiling, taking in the lack of blinking red lights – there won’t be any prying eyes on them.

“All clear. Cameras dark, no hostiles. Cam, time please?”

A crackle of the comms, then: “Five minutes, forty-three seconds.” 

“Copy. Thanks, Cam.”

A beat, two. A tell-tale hum at the base of her head, and Ava phases through the ceiling and lands in a crouch beside her. She straightens with a small hop and brushes the imaginary dust off of her shoulders. Ava’s decked out from head to toe in form-fitting dark leather armour, cruciform sword strapped to her back, face set in grim determination, and she’d cut quite the imposing figure of Warrior Nun if she didn’t insist on wearing that ridiculous baseball cap at every opportunity.

Ava looks over to her and smirks, tipping the frayed bill of her cap towards Lilith while giving her a shameless once-over. “Now, what’s a place like you doing in a girl like this?”

Lilith glares. “I’m on a stealth intel-retrieval mission. You are too.”

Ava chuckles, undeterred by Lilith’s sour expression. “Yes, I know.” It only takes her two small steps before they’re chest-to-chest, bodies flush against each other, and the burst of warmth that travels up Lilith’s spine makes her want to spread her wings out to better dissipate the heat. 

“We don’t have a lot of time, just put it in already.”

“That’s what she said.”

“Must you test the limits of my patience in each and every mission?” Lilith hisses.

“Relax,” Ava murmurs, “We’ve got plenty of time.” Her voice drops low to keep the illusion of quiet. Their gazes stay locked as Ava brings a hand to the side pocket of her vest, the growl of the zipper deafening in the silence of the room. 

She retrieves the USB stick and brings it up until it’s within Lilith’s line of sight, and she waggles her eyebrows for good measure before turning away to insert it into the laptop with a soft click. “Okay! Cam, you’re up.” Lilith exhales, slow and even. Focus.

“Copying files now; this shouldn’t take more than three minutes. I’ll let you know when you can remove the disk.”

“Roger that.” The progress bar pops up, percentage increasing at a merry rate. 

The frantic clicking of keys on the other end of the line turns into background lull, the sound familiar and comforting after a dozen missions. They’re on standby until Camila gives them the go-ahead to remove the hard-disk before she installs the virus to infect the local server. Ava’s already drifted off to inspect the various knick-knacks that line the office walls, and when she spots Lilith looking, she grins and jerks her thumb to the item hung behind her. 

Lilith stalks over to inspect the giant shark’s head mounted on the wall, her lip curling at the smooth, polished sheen of its skin. Weird, but definitely not the strangest office decor she’s ever encountered. 

The sudden whir of the elevator’s motors catches Lilith’s attention, her keen ears picking up the accompanying thuds of heavy boots, both ascending to their level. So much for a quiet mission. Her wings spread out and her claws unsheathe in tandem. “Aves, we’ve got company. Cam, status?”

“Just a bit more! Can you hold them off for the time being? There seems to be–” 

Static crackles for a second before the line shuts off completely. “Cam? Camila! Do you copy?”

No answer. “Damn.” Lilith glances over to Ava to find her already looking back, fingers tapping against her own earpiece and shaking her head. The march of combat boots on linoleum is getting louder, loud enough that even Ava can hear it, and she chances a look at the double doors before grabbing the laptop and shoving it into the open space beneath the desk, none too gently. Lilith winces at the dull thud it makes against the hardwood floor before she ducks underneath to hide, both of them barely managing to cower behind the desk. Ava’s elbow knocks into her ribs. One of her wings is caught between her body and the desk; it’s already starting to cramp. 

Ava’s kneeled in front of the laptop, back hunched and eyes squinting at the screen. “Uh, okay – I see the cursor moving around, and the progress bar’s at eighty-five – no, eighty-six percent now, so Cam’s still on it.”

Lilith growls. They’ll manage to have the files copied in time, but not fast enough to make a clean exit before they’re stormed. A fight it is, and Ava seems to have come to the same conclusion as she fidgets with the scabbard of her sword, with the chape of it. Impatience itches under her skin, and Lilith peeks over the edge of the desk, notes the lack of doors aside from the singular set that’s in front of the room – one entrance, one exit. 

A stairwell door bangs open somewhere on their floor and someone barks out a command, and suddenly she feels Ava’s hand cup around the nape of her neck, feels their mouths meet as she gives Lilith a quick but bruising kiss. Ava pulls away but stays close, ‘see you on the flip side’ murmured against her lips. 

Lilith grabs her hand before she can get too far. “Ava, wait.” The shouts get louder, boots thundering down the corridor towards their room. Ava’s forearms tenses in her grip, ready to bolt into action, but she heeds the request and arches an eyebrow; the plan’s already laid out, and Lilith’s never been one to stall. This isn’t the first discreet mission where they’ll have to go loud, either, and it certainly won’t be the last.

Lilith bites her lip and hesitates, the tempo of her heartbeat matching the rapid footsteps outside. Will she, won’t she, why won’t she – oh, fuck it. “Be careful.” 

Ava shoots her a grin, cocky and confident and so infuriatingly hot. “Always am.” 

“You literally got stabbed last time–”

“I love you too.” Lilith scoffs, but she curls the edge of a wing around Ava’s shoulder before she retracts it; nothing more than a light brush, a mere suggestion of something, but Ava’s smile softens. The backs of her fingers stroke gently against the inside of Lilith’s wing, and Lilith swallows; it’s too slow, too tender for a moment such as this, a moment that would very much be stained quick with the flash of steel and blood.

They’re interrupted by a cheerful ding! from the computer, and Ava gives a quiet whoop in celebration at the fully green progress bar. She tugs the thumb-drive out and tosses it up, snatching it out of the air and placing it securely in her pocket, right as the heavy oak doors blast open. Flashlights from guns sweep back and forth as they go searching, searching; the beams don’t find them, not yet. The Director’s office is luxurious in its square footage, but there’s only so much area to cover, only so much time before they’re found. 

Ava adjusts her cap so that it’s bill-backwards before she unsheathes her sword in one smooth, practiced motion. The blue glow of it plays across the contours of her face; it coaxes the shadows to settle above the arches of her brows, between the seam of full lips, behind the firm architecture of her nose. Her cheekbones cut sharp, her teeth glint with hunger, and Lilith thinks she’s never more beautiful than in moments like these – seconds away from a fight, where Lilith can almost taste the energy and anticipation radiating off of Ava’s skin, the thrum of it sharp and sweet in the air. 

She licks her lips. “Exfil?”

Ava looks over as she crouches in place, ready. She looks excited. She looks good. “We’ll make our own way out, Lil, you and me. Now, let’s show these guys exactly who they’re messing with.”

#warrior nun #warrior nun fic #ava x lilith #ava silva #sister lilith #penguin writes #dredgengrace #they're infiltrating the remnants of the FBC idk. some fun stealth mission #cam is in the van. comms in one ear and rock music in a separate earbud -- she has to monitor the field agents' comms but at least #this way she can drown out their incessant flirting AND keep an eye out #cam: it's called multitasking! #the progress bar on the laptop is part of the GUI that cam coded :) #she could very easily have just made a solitary countdown clock for when the computer stuff would be done. i.e. 'X [time] until completion' #but progress bars are fun so she included that too. she coded it so when the bar reaches 100% it shows a smiley face with a thumbs-up emote #OCS field agent: this is great. im gonna get a good grade in Fieldwork. something that is normal to want and possible to achieve--

[lattien]

fingertips

#baroaso #barok van zieks #asougi kazuma #dai gyakuten saiban #the great ace attorney #ace attorney #dgs #tgaa #this is once again for a baroaso event on twitter! a new set of prompts each month #bc apparently that (and zines) is the only thing that pushes me to make drawings nowadays oops #anyway. fellas is it gay to gently hold a man's hands as you help him with his necktie. #(<- copypasted from my own twt reply) #dgs2 spoilers #dgs spoilers #tgaa spoilers #masked disciple #masked apprentice #my art #edit: there is now a fic based on this!! pls check the reblogs!!! 🥺

[sparkyblizz]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 大逆転裁判 | Dai Gyakuten Saiban | The Great Ace Attorney Chronicles (Video Games) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Benjamin Dobinbough | Albert Harebrayne/Barok van Zieks Characters: Barok van Zieks, Benjamin Dobinbough | Albert Harebrayne, Anna Mittlemont | Evie Vigil, Asougi Kazuma, Sherlock Holmes | Herlock Sholmes (Dai Gyakuten Saiban), Iris Watson | Iris Wilson Additional Tags: Post-Dai Gyakuten Saiban 2: Naruhodou Ryuunosuke no Kakugo | The Great Ace Attorney 2: Resolve, Dai Gyakuten Saiban | The Great Ace Attorney Chronicles Spoilers, Romance, Getting Together, Fluff, Coming Out, also Barok realises he's gay and has to come to terms with that, this fic exists in an alternate reality in which homosexuality was decriminalised a century earlier, because TGAA exists in an alternate reality to our own already, minor internalised homophobia, don't worry nothing bad happens Series: Part 1 of In the Chillest Land and on the Strangest Sea Summary:

When Barok invites Albert back to London and insists he stay in the manor, he begins to feel a certain way for his old university friend.

#sparkyblizz speaks #fanfiction #fanfics #fics #tgaa #the great ace attorney #tgaa2 spoilers #albert harebrayne #barok van zieks #benbaro

[britney-gvf]

Troubled Mind: Part Four

Josh Kiszka x fem reader

Warnings: 18+ Violence, horror

Synopsis: In the conclusion Y/n, Josh, Jake, and Sam move to end the horror once and for all- and save Danny.

A/n- thank you to every single person who’s liked, reblogged, and read my story. This is the first fic I’ve written in a long time and I’m so appreciative of the support!

"Get out of my way."

The three of you linked hands and planted your feet on the ground, preparing for the struggle that was about to ensue. Danny's dark eyes darted bewteen you, then he scowled and attempted to push his way through. He pushed his body weight in betweeen you and Josh, causing you both to slide in the mud and causing Sam to stumble. He broke from Josh and focused his efforts on getting Danny to back up.

"Daniel, stop, let's talk about this," Sam said, starting to pull on his arm and push his shoulder back. Danny turned his ire towards Sam, shooting him a glare so fierce that it made Sam flinch. Even still, Sam had a grip on him.

"There's nothing to talk about! Let me GO!" he forcibly pulled himself away from Sam's grip and pushed him to the ground. Sam groaned in pain and started to get up on his feet again. Danny, however, wasn't having that. He raised his arm, ready to hit Sam to the ground again. Anger began to rise inside of you. Anger at the situation, for Sam, and towards Danny.

"STOP!" You screamed, grabbing Danny's arm and pulling down as hard as you could. It wasn't enough, he shook you off like you were nothing. In the scuffle you didn't notice that Josh had placed himself at Danny's side, between him and Sam. Danny's raised hand descended to reach Sam's head but Josh quickly put himself in the line of fire, taking the driving hit to the side of his head. Your focus immediately shifted. As Josh stumbled, you ran over to check on him, but he brushed you off, turning his attention to Danny, who was making his way over to the swamp.

"Oh, Daniel!" Danny turned around and stood dumbfounded as Josh got low to the ground and tackled him, using his shoulder to dig into Danny's hip and his arms to pull Danny's legs towards him. Danny fell to the ground, his head landing on the side of a rock, stunning him even in his infected state. Josh climbed onto his torso. He got into Danny's face. "Now. You're gonna stop trying to fucking hurt us, yes? I already had to punch you in the face yesterday for kicking my girl and now you went after Sammy? The only reason I'm not kicking your ass is because you're not yourself."

Danny said nothing, only groaned and accepted his position as Josh continued to straddle him in an effort to stop him from entering the swamp. Josh said loudly, "Can we find the amulet already so I don't have to keep fucking up the jolly green giant over here?"

You started to laugh despite the desperate situation, but the laugher caught in your throat as your eyes scanned the swamp. Bubbles were coming to the surface like it was beginning to boil. As it progressed, the bubbles became larger and more forcible, until they started to resemble a rolling boil.

"What the hell…" Sam had stood up and his face mirrored the alarm you felt. Something big was coming and it was coming fast. Your eyes snapped over to Josh and Danny and they were struggling. Danny was alert and pushing his body up as Josh struggled to keep him down. You followed Sam to their sides. You expected Danny to be angry but he was petrified, muttering quickly just loud enough for everyone in the immediate area to hear

"Jake, Jake, Jake, Jake," he looked at Josh, black eyes breifly turned hazel once more, fear etched into every line in his face. "Jake has it. Jake has it and they're going to get it back. Get him out of here!"

Josh's brown eyes grew wide as he started searching frantically for Jake in the treeline. Sam was breathing heavily as he kneeled down to his best friend and cupped his face. "Danny, stay with us. Stay with us. Its okay! We'll find Jake, just stay!"

The black was forcefully spreading in his eyes again and he was desperately fighting to not lose himself in the madness once more. His body was shaking and convulsing, finally making Josh abandon his position on top of him. Danny's eyes were teary as he said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry I can't control my body. I can't fight it. Go NOW."

Bodies were starting to emerge from the swamp covered in thick mud that was quickly absorbing into their skin. It clicked: they were made of mud. They were all the same terrifying zombies that had chased you before. All of them, except for Jimmy, who was at the front and looked much more healthy and together than he did when he went in. Danny let out a gutteral scream, no longer able to fight the darkness. It sent chills through your entire body. He was gone again.

"What the fuck?" you heard someone say behind you. The three of you whipped around to see Jake holding a glass orb with a small green crystal inside of it: the amulet. "I found it but I see we have a problem."

Danny, the zombies, and a rejuventated Jimmy were staring at your group with hungry, angry eyes. Occasional throaty clicking sounds escaped the mouths of the zombies, their sharp talons itching for blood. Sam was shaking beside you and Josh's breathing was so shallow and still that it took you by surprise when he spoke.

"Jake, run. They want what you have," he said in barely a whisper. You heard Jake back up, trying to make as little noise as possible.

"Boy, I suggest you put that back right where you found it," Jimmy boomed, Every hair on the back of your neck stood up. His voice was thick and gravelly with age, every syllabel dripping with menace and hatred. "He won't be liking this at all. You don't want him to come here, do you?"

"He? Who's he?" Josh asked with false bravado. He grabbed your hand and started backing up as well. Jimmy's attention snapped to Josh, making him stop in his tracks. Your stomach was tight you feared you might vomit.

"HE is the reason for all of this," he gestured towards the zombies and Danny, who was standing at full attention, staring at Jake like a hungry dog. His fingers were twitching, ready for a fight. "HE made us! And if you don't put that back we're ALL going to be in deep shit, you hear me?"

"Well I don't see him around, Jimmy…" Josh's voice trailed off, his entire body shivering. He looked at you with a terror in his eyes that mirrored you own. A new player was completely out of left field, something you weren't prepared for, certainly not something that was planned for.

"Oh, he's much bigger than this, boy," Jimmy said, letting out a humorless laugh. The hair on your arm stood up. "Now, tell your twin to give me the amulet or its YOU that I'll tear limb from limb."

You heard identical sharp intakes of breath from all three Kiszkas, then complete silence fell up on the swamp. You were waiting for the other shoe to drop, for something that would happen to agitate the hoard. You noticed that Danny had inched closer, his eyes laser focused on the sphere in Jake's right hand.

"Run now, I'll be right behind you…just run," Jake whispered so quietly you could barely hear him. Josh stiffened beside you and gripped your hand tightly. Sam turned slightly to face his brothers, panic written all over his face

"But Jake I-" Josh begun.

"I promise, I'll be right behind you," Jake interjected. Josh turned around and gave him one of those looks that they do when they're speaking without words. You tried to understand their eyes and facial expressions but they were so in tune with each other that no outsider would understand.

"Fucking fine," Josh said begrudgingly. "On the count of three, we run to the truck. One.."

Jimmy's lips curled into a twisted smile. "Alright then, if you won't hand it to me-"

"Two-"

"Then I reckon we're gonna have a hell of a good time tearing you apart-"

"THREE." Josh broke his hand from yours and him, Sam, and you, ran as fast as your feet could carry you into the surrounding woods, Jake following closely behind. You heard the water of the swamp break as the horde spilled out, filling the spongey shores and soon, the thick woods. Danny was at the front, as he never entered the swamp. The only thing that was on his mind was the same thing on all of their minds: getting their souls back.

You could feel the stitch in your side growing, making every breath more painful then the last. Sweat had made its way into your eyes, making it harder to see. Just follow the person in front of you. It'll all be okay, it'll all be okay…

Another person ran past you so close that you could feel the wind coming off them as they approached the figure in front you. You wiped the sweat out of your eyes: it was the twins. Jake slipped Josh the amulet quickly. This is what they communicated silently. It seemed rather obvious that Josh would want to share Jake's burden now that you thought about it but the reality made you want to scream.

The hoard's attention turned to Josh now, who somehow started to run faster. For the first time, you heard terrifying, ear bursting shrieks erupt from their wide mouths. You hesitantly turn around to see that they were right on top of you, claws out, shrieking in anger. Danny was the closest, meeting your eyes with murderous righteous anger. That was the last thing you saw before you tripped on a tree root and tumbled to the ground.

The zombies ignored you, even running around you instead of over you, but not Danny. You felt a hard tug on your shoudler as he forced you on you back. Jimmy was behind him, his face contorted with rage. Danny, however, seemed to take pleasure in the whole ordeal.

"Oh, now, y/n, you should really look where you're going," Danny said, kneeling down to get in your face. You were shaking, scared to death of what this man, who used to be your sweet, shy friend, was going to do to you. "I think this would give josh plenty of motivation to give it back, yes?"

"Son, call that little snarky son of a bitch over here," Jimmy said, clearly not in the mood to watch his new recruit play with his prey. "Let's see if he'll do a trade."

"HEY!" a familiar voice cut through the woods as you heard footsteps get closer. "LET HER GO!!"

It was Sam, running towards you from the trees. You had never heard him this angry, or scared, since you'd known him. He made an attempt to pull Danny away from you, but Jimmy grabbed him by the scruff of his shirt, pulling him up. Jimmy gave Sam a long look. "Which one is this?"

"Sam, " Danny no longer looked mildy amused, now he looked a little worried. A small bit of hope overcame you. He wasn't as gone as you thought.

"Well? Call him, boy," Jimmy was growing impatient and anxious, tapping his massive foot on the ground while he effortlessly held Sam at bay.

"I swear to God, if I die in a fucking swamp in South Carolina I'm gonna be pissed," Sam muttered, as Danny yanked his phone out of his back pocket. Danny dailed Josh…he didn't answer. "Of COURSE he didn't answer. I'm gonna haunt him first."

You chuckled in spite of the situation, earning a small smile from Sam. Danny noticed and roughly pulled you to your feet. A small whimper escaped your lips when he squeezed your arm, earning you a hiss and a hard tug in his direction.

"Don't get rough with her!" Sam snapped. Jimmy kneed him the back for his objection, causing him to yelp in pain and tears to spill out of your eyes.

Two figures appeared in the distance , getting bigger as they got closer. Same height, same build, same gait. It was the twins. Despite the very real danger you were in, you felt a wave of relief wash over you. Maybe they have a plan. Maybe you'll survive. Danny gripped your shoulder at the sight of them and Jimmy chuckled under his breath.

"Well, lookie here, y'all finally decided to grace us with your presence. You got something I want. I got something you want," Jimmy said, gesturing towards you and Sam. "Now, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. Your choice."

He snapped his fingers and the zombies that had cleared the area appeared almost instantly, surrounding everyone except for the space between you and the twins.

Jake's eyes squinted, Josh scoffed and replied, "Why would we give it to you? You'd still kill us." Jake and Josh kept eyeing a large stump across the small clearing you were in and then you noticed the KA-BAR in Jake's hand. Josh was gripping the orb so hard his knuckles were white. You put their plan together and hoped they were quick enough.

Jimmy, however, didn't seem to make this connection. He tightened his grip on Sam, who was staring intently at his brothers, also putting together what they were going to do. "It seems y'all have made your decision then."

"We have,"Jake said. The twins gave you and Sam looks of resolve, looks that said 'trust us.' You gave them a small nod. Sam grabbed your hand, squeezing it in an effort to remind you and himself that the two of you were in it together. Whatever "it" was.

His hand seperated from yours when Jimmy pushed him to the ground, hard. Jimmy attempted to kick him, but he caught Jimmy's foot, causing him to lose balance and fall with a thunderous BOOM. Sam recovered and got back to his feet quickly, taking the opportunity to kick Jimmy in every spot he could in an effort to keep him down. You looked up to gauge Danny's reaction. Confused, conflicted, and angry, he was looking between his best friend and the man that had been controlling him. In his feelings, his grip on your shoulder slackened, just enough for you to wiggle away and run. It took a second for him to process what you did and you were halfway between him and Josh before he started running after you.

You ran between Jake and Josh, hiding behind them. Danny attempted to grab you, but Josh held up the Amulet and taunted him like a dog, "Down, boy."

Danny stopped in his tracks and much like a dog with a toy, his eyes did not leave the amulet. He didn't even notice Jake slinking away making a sizable distance between the three of you and himself.

Danny looked behind him towards Sam and Jimmy. He had stopped beating Jimmy, his hand holding down Jimmy's arms to restrain him. Everytime Jimmy attempted to get up, Sam would push him or kick him back down again. Danny turned around, walked to Sam, and shoved him towards the group. He was helping Jimmy up as Josh ran over to Jake with the orb. The zombies started inching closer, making impatient clicking noises, waiting on the orders to attack.

Jake and Josh rushed over to the tree stump and just as Jimmy gained his composure, Josh sat the orb down, gripping it on either side so it didn't roll. Jake raised the KA-BAR with the blade to the sky, handle to the amulet. His brows were furrowed in concentration, his lips pursed together, sweat dripping from his hairline. Josh looked apprehensive and braced himself for Jake to slam the end of the KA-BAR into the orb. Jake was going to break it with brute force.

"We're gonna die," Sam muttered to you, clearly lacking confidence in his brothers' simple plan. "They're fucking idiots."

"Stupid sons of bitches," Jimmy spat, his anger coming to a boil as he watched the scene unfold. "The hard way, then."

Danny bared his teeth and charged towards Jake with as much speed as he could muster while the zombies let out ear piercing shrieks and ran towards the stump. He brought Jake to the ground and in the last glimpse of the two of them, Jake was underneath Danny, holding the blade to Danny's throat…

You saw Josh holding the orb close to his chest and dodging the zombies grips with his own KA-BAR. You heard him cry out as they nicked him over and over again. But they weren't aiming to completely incapacitate him, they didn't want the orb to fall to the ground. Better to let him live than risk the chance. Sam had grabbed your arm as the horde descended upon the twins and tried to lead you from the scene but you weren't having it.

"We have to save them, Sam! WE CAN'T JUST LEAVE THEM THERE!!" You cried as he tugged. He stopped and whipped around to face you. Eyes filled with terror, but fiery nonetheless.

"Y/n, now isn't the time for you to be brave, okay? I'm coming back to help them, but you need to get to safety first," he said firmly. Rage filled you. What kind of white knight bullshit was he on?

"No, I'm not leaving them behind," you yanked your arm away as he heaved a deep sigh and made his way towards the fight, beckoning you to follow him. Jimmy wasn't in the melee; he was standing off to the side, observing his work. You and Sam caught his eye and he let out a harsh laugh.

"Now ain't this cute! LOOK," Jimmy shouted the horde into silence and they turned towards you. "These two are gonna save them! How noble! Y'all should just run along."

You craned your neck and the only one you saw was Josh. He had managed to grab his KA-BAR and he was holding it out defensively with his dominant hand. His arms were covered in cuts and blood. He eyes made contact with yours and he nodded silently. He was okay and he was planning something.

"I'll let you go, just tell your mama they disappeared and we'll keep it all quiet," Jimmy continued to berate you and Sam, who was growing more red and angry with every word. You, however, only had eyes for Josh. He moved silently, taking advantage of the distraction. It was like the zombies only had one thing on their mind and it was whatever Jimmy said it was. You saw through the crowd that he had made his way to the stump once more, meeting with a bruised and battered Jake. Danny had done a number on him. A black eye was forming, busted lip swollen, and blood was coming out of his nose. Josh sat the orb down with his left hand, KA-BAR in his right. He lifted it over his head with the blade to the sky and handle to the ground and brought it down with all the force he could muster.

The first crack was LOUD. It got Jimmy's attention and the entire hoard turned to face Josh once more. As they began to shriek and barrel towards him, he lifted his arm and did it again and it cracked enough for him to pull the thick glass apart. Jake grabbed the delicate amulet from the glass with shakey hands. As he sat it down on the stump Jimmy warned.

"Boy, I may leave this earth, but He will find you. He always does."

Jake looked him in the eyes as he brought his hand down to the stump, flattening it on impact. It shattered the amulet into small pieces. Smoke rose from between his fingertips and you could hear faint screams in the air.

The zombies shrieked in anguish as their bodies melted into mud. One by one, they all fell to the ground, bodies dripping like candlewax until they were nothing more than pools of mud. Jimmy was the last one standing. He gave nothing more than an accepting sigh and his body became one with the ground. Then, nothing.

Dead silence.

"What the fuck?" Danny was backed against a tree, his eyes wide as they jumped between each of you. His hair was more wild than ever, both eyes bruised, his cheek swollen, and a small cut on his neck from where Jake pressed the blade against it earlier.

You could have cried from relief that Danny was standing there fully intact and NOT mud. All of you made it. You wanted to celebrate but your words caught in your throat. The most you could do was smile as you caught Josh's eyes, who gave you a smile back.

Sam didn't say a word as he rushed over to Danny and wrapped his arms around him. Danny returned the hug, looking confused. "What happened?"

"You don't remember anything?" Josh asked, stowing his KA-BAR away in its sheath. He walked over to Danny and gently ordered him to show Josh the back of his head. "Fuck, I got you good. You probably have a concussion."

"Everything is coming back to me…I think. Y/n, did I kick you in the head? That feels like a dream.." he looked at you, eyes full of hope that it was a dream but you nodded and reality hit him. "Oh my God. Josh, you hit me then I went to jail then….I was here…it went blurry..except me saying Jake had something?"

"You don't need to worry about details, Daniel," Jake said, voice thick from his injured nose. Everyone elese nodded in agreement. "If it wasn't for your fighting it, we wouldn't be here. The rest doesn't matter."

"Still, I'm so sorry. I don't know what I did, but I know Josh didn't beat you like that, Jake. I kicked Y/n in the head…I got a lot of making up to do," he took a few steps from the tree and fell into Sam. His balance was off like he was drunk.

"Jesus, you're burning up!" Sam said, checking his forehead, "You can make it up to us by going to the doctor. Josh can you and y/n get the truck? Its too far for him. We'll get him back to the church and you can meet us there."

Everyone agreed so you and Josh began the trek back to the truck. He immediately took your hand in his, guiding you through the trees, leaves, and sticks. For the first time since you left the house yesterday, you felt light and hopeful. Things were going to be alright.

Josh stopped and smiled softly as he turned to you. He brought his hands up to your face as he looked into your eyes like he was seeing you for the very first time. He leaned in slowly and your lips met his. The kiss was slow, deep, and passionate. He wrapped his arms around you, letting his right hand rest on your ass and his left hand on your back. He pulled away to your dismay and gave you a long, hungry look. "We'll pick this up later, okay?"

You only sighed but you wanted to stomp your feet and whine. He took your hand again, chuckling at your irritation, leading you through the last few yards of the woods and coming out to the abandoned parking lot. For the first time, the both of you really took in the damage that had been inflicted on the poor rental truck. Dents all over the body, the tailgate was bent, there were scratches everywhere, the windshield was shattered…

"I don't think Enterprise is gonna be happy with us," Josh said, laughing as he opened the driver door. You got into the passenger side and noticed the backseat covered in old blood from the day before, which turned your stomach. The inside of the truck smelled like iron and sweat. It took a lot of inner strength to not gag.

Josh swerved around the parking lot to avoid the many, many pot holes. Getting back to the church only took about a minute and it was a minute that went by way too quickly. Approaching the church felt different. No longer did you feel the heaviness and foreboding. It was just an old church. Danny, Jake, and Sam were approaching the church from the woods. Jake and Sam helping Danny walk as he was weak and stumbling.

Jake let go of Danny as they got to the church and ran up to the truck. He swung open the back door and picked the Bible off the floorboard. "I want to put this back on the altar." He shut the door as you and Josh jumped out the truck, joining Sam and Danny as they followed Jake through the church doors. It was golden hour and the sunlight was peeking through the cracks in the wooden boards of the church, making a beautiful, messy picture of a place that was once thriving with people. You thought about the last congregation and hoped they were finally at peace with the Amulet destroyed. You thought about Jimmy and how everyone thought he was the leader…but his final words played in your head on a loop.

Jake set the Bible down on the altar disrupting the layer of dust that had collected on the surface. He backed up until he was standing with the rest of the group and said, "I'm ready to never come back to this place again, how about you guys?"

"Finally speaking my language brother, let's get the fuck outta here," Sam said. He placed his hand on Danny's shoulder and led him out the door to the truck. Danny was trying his best to keep balance but he clearly needed help. The concussion he got when Josh tackled him was taking its toll.

You, Josh, and Jake followed behind them, through the large doors, out into the church lawn. The sun was slowly disappearing behind the large trees in your sightline. Although the most dangerous creatures there were now nothing more than puddles of mud, you had no desire to be here after dark. The party trudged along, making their way to the truck as the fatigue started to set in. As you climbed into the passenger seat, your muscles screamed. All you wanted to do was take a hot shower and sleep.

"That ER is gonna be sick of us, aren't they?" Josh joked wearily as he turned the engine over. Oh, God, you forgot about that. Danny gave Josh a small laugh, but the rest of the truck was too tired to pretend that was funny.

Danny was admitted to the hospital for a concussion and the infection in his back wounds. Each person needed stitches on at least one wound, and left with very, very firm instructions on how to take care of them. You were the gossip of the hospital, everyone wondering where the group of kids covered in blood and mud came from and how they got that way.

When you finally got back to the house, Dave was waiting, just as red and visibly irritated as he was the night before. "Well, its nice of you to finally show up at-" he checked his expensive watch "-10:30 pm. Where the hell is Danny? Why are you all so dirty and bloody? What the fuck happened?"

"Danny is at the hospital, recovering from an infection from his back scratches and a concussion he got when Josh tackled him to the ground for pushing Sam down and trying to hit him," Jake explained calmly. "Doc said he should be discharged in couple days."

Dave fell silent, mouth agape as he processed the information he was just given. Finally after several minutes, "so you need a new drummer?"

"Who said that?" Sam said. "Everything is fine. Although, we're supposed to be in Atlanta in uh…2 days and I don't think he's gonna make it. We need to reschedule a couple shows."

"Fucking great!" Dave exclaimed, somehow getting more red. "So, let's see: Danny is recuperating from a fight and some scratches on his back, you guys are covered in cuts and bruises, I still have to explain his arrest and I don't even know where to begin with that, now I have to reschedule shows because you got into a fight? Do you want me to have a heart attack?"

"Well-"

"Shut up, Sam," Josh stopped him before he said something stupid. "We'll work it all out together, Dave. Its a lot and I'm sorry. We'll get it figured out."

After Dave walked outside to get his laptop, saw the condition of the rental truck, and flipped out once again, a plan was constructed: Announce that the next 3 shows were rescheduled due to a car accident, which was also why Danny was in the hospital. His arrest was a simple misunderstanding caused by him accidently hitting a "good samaritan" while they were attempting to help him. It was almost midnight when Dave finally left, muttering that this band "stressed him the fuck out" as he walked out the door.

Everyone immediately said their goodnights and made their way to their own rooms. You practically ran upstairs, excited for the hot shower that awaited you. As soon as you entered the bedroom, you peeled the muddy camo off and threw it in the corner, followed by your sports bra and panties. Turning the shower on was like music to your ears. Then you heard the door open and shut.

"Where'd you get that ener-oh wow," Josh stood in the doorway of the bathroom, admiring you as you took your hair out of the messy bun it was in. "I wish I wasn't so tired cause damn."

You giggled, stepping into the shower and under the water. The pressure and the temperature made your wounds sting something fierce but it was all part of the cleansing your body and mind needed. Closing your eyes, you massaged the shampoo into your scalp, making sure to get every inch. As you rinsed, you heard someone else step into the shower and inching their way closer to you.

Words were not spoken. The two of you spent the next twenty minutes washing each other's bodies, paying special attentions to sensitive areas. He stole kisses from you on occasion. Soft, passionate, filled with desire, but it was never acted upon. You turned off the shower and handed Josh one of the towels on the hook, then took one for yourself. Every part of you wanted to skip skincare and lotion but you went through the motions anyway and he walked out the bathroom with a towel around his waist. By the time you turned off the light of the bathoom, he was fast asleep. You crawled into bed, thankful that you were falling asleep next to a man that you truly cared about.

Two days had passed and you were riding up to the hospital to pick up Danny with Josh and Sam. Dave had demanded that someone from the label pick him up, but Josh was very firm…he should be picked up by family. Sam was driving a rented BMW, as the truck was taken back by a very horrified and pissed off Enterprise employee. Everything felt easier and lighter, but you did worry about seeing Danny again.

After getting lost 3 different times in the halls of the hospital, the three of you finally arrived to pick him up with a fresh set of clothes. Sam knocked on his door and entered quickly, followed by Josh. You hesitated, the knot in your stomach growing, but you followed suit, reminding yourself that its just Danny.

"It's about time!" Danny said, beaming. He had gained his color and weight back, looking as cheerful as ever and his sweet smile was contagious. Sam practically ran to the bed and gave him a tight hug. A wave of relief washed over you and your entire body relaxed.

Sam pulled away and quickly wiped his eyes. Composing himself, he grinned, "Sorry Daniel, I didn't realize you were recovering in a MAZE. Here's your clothes," he took the bag from you and put it on the bed. Danny gingerly sat up and swung his legs off of the bed. His face said it all: he was in a lot of pain. He caught your eye briefly and attempted to hide it more after he realized you noticed.

"I guess almost becoming a swamp zombie takes a toll on your body, huh?" Sam said, helping him stand up. Danny gave up an annoyed look, but there was no denying that Sam was right. Along with the infection and concussion, Danny was covered in bruises that he didn't have when you dropped him off.

"It feels like I ran a marathon and powerlifted back to back," Danny admitted. He started to take his gown off and you took that as your cue to step outside until he said, "Y/N, you've seen me in boxers before you don't have to leave."

Sam helped him get dressed. He was putting his shoes on when the nurse walked in with his discharge papers. Prescriptions and doctors orders were giving, along with disapproving looks at Sam and Josh. As she marched out, Danny laughed at their expressions of bewilderment.

"She doesn't approve of the hair. One of those old school baptist types," he said. "She complained the whole time."

"She sounds like a peach. Glad we're leaving," Jake said, gathering up Danny's personal effects to carry to the car. "Let's get the fuck up out of here."

Disapproving nurse insisted Danny get wheeled out in a chair due to hosptial policy and immediately regretted it when Sam started running him down the hallway. Sam ran off to pull the car around and you felt someone grab your arm. You turned expecting to see Josh, but it was Danny, who had pulled himself out of the chair. He was looking at you with tremendous guilt.

"I remember everything-" He started but you quickly cut him off.

"No, you weren't yourself, don't worry about it," you said quickly. Nerves were creeping up from your stomach, threatening to spill out of your body in the form of tears.

"Y/n, I kicked you in the head and called you a bitch," Danny said, his eyebrows furrowed. "You deserve an apology, I don't care if I wasn't myself. You all deserve it. I'm truly sorry for it."

The tears spilled out of your eyes and you wiped them away quickly, hoping he didn't notice. You managed a nod and a small "thank you."

He gave you a smile and gave you a tight hug as Sam pulled into the bay. He got out and ran over to Danny, damn near pushing him into the front seat. "You are the man of honor, Daniel, I will not have you sit in the back like a peasant!"

"So we're peasants?" Josh asked, raising his eyebrow.

"That's what I just said," Sam joked as he sat in the driver seat. Jake sat behind him, Josh in the middle, and you behind Danny. As the car headed back to Charleston for the final time, you looked out the window lost in your thoughts. Your time in the low country was horrific and traumatizing, but as Josh placed his hand on your upper thigh, you felt a wave of appreciation for the experience. You strongly felt like everything happened for a reason and maybe the reason for you was growth.

Sam sped past the road that First Baptist Church was on and your stomach got uneasy. Althought the immediate danger was gone, a nagging thought persisted in the back of your mind. He was still out there, the reason for all of this, and you had no idea what or who he was but you knew one thing…

He will find you. He always does.

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the not-quite phantom of the opera au inspired by @lemon-wedges!!

🎭 spoilers for dgs2/tgaa2 🎭 full warnings in the beginning notes 🎭 summary:

After a decade of living the same routine in order to survive the circumstances of his brother's vengeful spirit, all it takes is the appearance of one foreign student conducting research to completely upend Barok's life.

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