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solynaceawrites · 4 years

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SWEAT AND LEATHER

Fandom: Devil May Cry Characters: Dante, fem!Reader Rating: Explicit A/N: Another Dante/Reader one-shot! This one can sort of, maybe be read as a sequel to Idle Hands if you squint, and takes place post Devil May Cry 5. Because that Henley shirt and those tight jeans are just. So good. I want to give another huge shout-out to @lickitysplitfic for all of her help with this, and if you haven’t read any of her stories, you should definitely check her out.

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Dante is bored.

You can tell from the way he shifts, restless in the bucket seat of Morrison’s car, from the drum of his fingers on the steering wheel, from the low huffs that pass his lips every time he checks the clock on the dashboard and sees it’s only been five minutes since the last time he looked. He’d gotten a job for a demon that seems to be lurking the alleys of the warehouse district; not wanting to endure the required stakeout alone, he’d asked you to come along, and you’d agreed. Now, resigning yourself to the fact that his attention is going to wander your way if the demon doesn’t make an appearance soon, you wonder if you made the right call.

He peers at you from the corner of his eye, his curious gaze like a physical touch. You pretend not to notice, even when he leans back in his seat, stretching so his shirt rides up to expose his hips. It’s warm enough that he’s not wearing his coat, and the Henley fabric clings to him deliciously, accentuating the broad expanse of his chest and his thick biceps, and you steal a glance at the dusting of hair beneath his navel. But when he palms his crotch, not-so-subtly adjusting himself, you can’t help but to scoff and roll your eyes. “I know what you’re doing, and it’s not happening.”

“Doing what?” You know he’s smiling from the tone of his voice. “I’m not doing anything.”

“Uh-huh. So you’re not trying to be irresistible?”

This time it’s a frown you hear. “Am I not already?”

You offer nothing but a shrug, leaning onto the door and propping your chin in your palm. It’s not that you’re against having sex with him, or doing it in a car: you’re against having sex with him in Morrison’s car, because you’re certain that man would know no matter how much you scrubbed the evidence away. And getting him to agree to let Dante drive it in the first place had been a fight in and of itself.

Dante yawns, then turns to face you, one arm over the back of your seat. “Mind if I roll down the window? It’s gettin’ a bit stuffy in here.”

“Sure.”

He leans over you and starts to unroll your window, his body covering yours as you shrink into the seat and pray to whatever God there might be to grant you the serenity and patience required not to give in to his charm. Dante looks down at you with a grin, and you roll your eyes again when he says, “You smell good, babe.”

“I thought you meant your own window,” you mutter.

“You looked hot to me,” he replies, leaning closer to nuzzle your neck.

“The demon we’re after isn’t under my shirt,” you say dryly. His hands pause in tugging said shirt up, his fingers barely under the edge, and he runs his nose over the curve of your ear.

Despite your tone, you shiver, and he lets out a low, rumbling chuckle. “Mind if I check?”

“Yes, I mind.”

You try to sound serious, but you’re smiling, almost unwillingly. Serenity, you think, peace. “Can’t help myself. It’s dark and quiet and all I can do is think about the hot girl sitting next to me.” His hand has moved to your knee, where it slowly drags up your thigh, lightly scratching the denim of your jeans.

“Mm-hm.” You tilt your head to the side, not at all surprised when your lips graze over his with how he’s so on top of you, almost like a blanket. “What, exactly, are you thinking?”

“Tryin’ to figure out why we haven’t fucked in a car before.”

“Two reasons.”

“Mm?”

You try not to laugh as he plants a wet, smacking kiss to your cheek, an attempt to distract you as his fingers reach the top of your thigh. “One: we don’t own a car. Two: this is Morrison’s. I already had to beg to get it for tonight. I don’t want to know what he’d do if we had sex in it.”

Dante groans. “Oh, you shouldn’t have told me that. You should not have told me that.”

“Why?”

He cups your sex through your jeans, making you squeal. “Because now we gotta do it,” he moans. You laugh and push on his arm, but he massages you slowly as his lips trail to your ear. “Fuck, the temptation is too good.”

“And where are we going to ‘do it’?” With a sigh, you rub lightly up to his shoulder before wrapping your arms around him. “I don’t know if you’ve realized this, but you’re a bit tall.”

“Let’s get you out of these clothes first,” he suggests.

“In public?”

“No one’s here but us.”

You look around. True, you’re in a pull-off behind the parking lot of an empty mall. Trees conceal you, for the most part, and all you’re doing is sitting in the car and waiting to see movement from the demon that’s supposed to be here. It’s the third night, with no luck, and still your murmur, “Anyone could drive up. Some locals, the cops . . .”

“You know how to get me goin’, don’t ya?” he growls as he bites your ear.

You take another peek through the window, sweeping carefully over their surroundings with a tendril of magic. When it comes up empty, you slide a hand through the hair at the nape of his neck and give the strands a tug, and Dante arches into you with a groan that sends a flush of heat to your core. “If you can figure out how we’d fit . . .” you muse, “I might say yes.”

He turns his face to capture your lips, both of you laughing as you share a long, wet kiss. It reminds you of when you were first together, and Dante was insatiable. Not that is any less all over you now, but he’s usually much smoother, and doing it in the car is just so juvenile that you can’t help the giggles.

He pulls away with a wet smack of your lips and then sits back, reaching between his legs to push his seat back. “Plenty of room on my lap,” he grins, patting his thighs.

“Uh-huh.” You eye him thoughtfully for a moment, your lips still curled in a smile. “Keep your hands over there, handsome.”

Dante opens his mouth, but you’re already grabbing the hem of your shirt, and you pull it carefully over your head, nearly dissolving into another fit of giggles at how his eyes pop with surprise. You fold the fabric and set it on the dashboard, and then you unbutton your jeans and shimmy them down your legs, so that all you’re left in is the matching white lace set of underwear.

“Oh, hell yeah.” He grins, holding a hand out.

You grab the steering wheel to pull yourself over the console, climbing into the driver’s side where Dante sits. The wheel turns slightly, knocking you off balance, and you catch yourself with your knee jabbing into his thigh and your elbow hitting the horn and letting off a short beep!

“Easy there,” he winces. Dante grabs your waist and heaves you over, and you press against his chest as you try to figure out a way to straddle him. But he’s so damn big that there’s barely room for him, let alone your legs. He doesn’t seem to mind, though, and with you draped halfway over him, one of your feet on the floor, he grabs your backside and moves in for another kiss, teasing the backs of your thighs.

“Dante,” you murmur. He goes still, waiting, and that’s something that never fails to make you ache: no matter what you’re doing, or where you are, or what you’re saying, he listens. He waits for you. “Can you . . .?”

You nudge his thigh with your knee, and he grunts and shifts as much as he can. But there’s still not enough room for you to straddle him properly; with a huff, he grabs your hips and turns you, pulling your back to his chest and cradling your legs between his own. “Better?”

“Yeah, but, uh . . .” You lean your head back on his shoulder so you can look at him as you grind your backside against his crotch. “How are we going to do this?”

“Oh, I’ll figure it out. Don’t you worry.” He grabs your chest with one hand as the other dips to the top of your panties, and Dante’s mouth presses to your neck, leaving an open-mouthed kiss as he starts to play with your body.

Your eyes drift closed as he works. The two of you have been together for years, and he knows every inch of you, and it isn’t long at all before you’re purring under his touch. “That’s my girl,” he mumbles when you arch and grab at his hair.

You try to open your legs wider, but there’s only so much room on his lap. One knee presses uncomfortably against the door, the other halfway wrapped around the gearshift, and Dante groans as you wiggle in his lap. “Careful, babe, or this’ll be over before we get started,” he laughs.

He removes his hand from between your legs and slides it upwards so he can cup both breasts in his large palms. “There’s just not enough room,” you complain. “Why do you have to be so damn big?”

Dante laughs and presses his hips up, and you can feel the outline of his cock, stiff under his jeans, rub against your rear. “Thought you liked it big,” he says as he kisses your shoulder.

You dip your hand between your bodies to give him a squeeze. “This? Yes. I love how it tastes, and how it feels. But I’m not so much a fan of trying to fit both of us in one seat with how broad you are.”

“Got an idea,” he says after a moment. He pushes your forward, giving your backside a playful smack as he reaches over and pops the door open. There is some fumbling, and you’re pressed to the dashboard as he climbs out, and then Dante readjusts the seat before opening the backdoor. He shuts the driver’s side and slips into the back, which is a full bench instead of the bucket seats up front.

He grabs his coat and tosses it into the passenger’s seat and does a bit of a pose as he pulls the back door shut. “Can you climb over?” he asks with a smile.

“I think I can manage that.” Your first thought—to try and make it sexy—quickly proves futile. It’s nearly impossible to clamber over the center console and put a seductive sway in your hips, so you settle for quite literally sliding into his lap, pushing your hair over your shoulder with a laugh. “Next time we do this, I say we use the van.”

“The van, huh?” He grabs at your hips with a lascivious grin.

“More room.”

“Nero would kill us.”

“If he found out.”

You push his shirt up as he laughs again, lifting his arms to help. “You always have the best ideas,” he sighs.

Dante slides his hands into your hair and pulls you into another kiss; this one is deep and passionate and has you gasping against his tongue as you can do nothing to surrender to it. Your hands roam his chest, circling his nippes before tracing the deeply carved muscle, moaning softly when you feel his stomach twitching under your touch. “Lower, babe,” he says against your lips before taking them again, and you easily open his belt and yank the zipper of his jeans down before reaching inside.

He huffs against your mouth when your fingers curl around the base to tug him free, and once the denim is out of the way you give him a slow, appreciative stroke. You’ve seen other dicks, yes, but there’s something about his that’s truly pretty, and you’ve always wondered if that has something to do with his heritage. Dante bucks into your hand, sliding his erection against your palm with another low huff. Then he moves one of his hands down, his wrist brushing yours as he plunges his hand into your panties.

You moan into his mouth when he finds your clit, stroking her boldly. Meanwhile your own hand pumps a steady rhythm up and down the long length of his rigid cock, the air inside the car getting warmer by the second. “Know what this reminds me of?” he pants.

“Hm?”

“That cabin we stayed in on that job up north. The one that was nothing but a shack.”

You laugh against his kiss, remembering it well. It was a fishing hut, to be more accurate, enough room for an overstuffed chair and a small table and nothing else: no bed, no stove, not even a toilet. The client had offered a place to stay as you hunted a creature on his property, and too late to head back and risk getting lost in the woods, you’d roughed it for the night, with you sleeping in his lap as you huddled for warmth. “At least this time I’m not freezing my nuts off,” he teases, using his free hand to yank down the fabric of your bra so he can palm your exposed breast.

You bite your lip, pressing your chest out and dropping your head to his shoulder. “I’m sure we could have found a way to keep them warm.”

He chuckles again, but says nothing, and you tilt your head when his hair tickles your cheek to give him access to your throat. His lips trace along your skin, and you sink into the warmth of him.

You continue on like this for several minutes, kissing and stroking one another, Dante sampling your throat before you bite on his ear. Soon the windows are fogged and both of you are panting hard, and you can feel his cock leaking as much as you yourself are as you stroke him. “Dante . . .” you groan. “I need you.”

He lifts his head from where he’s sucking leisurely on your nipple, catching your chin between your teeth before yanking your panties to the side. “C’mon and do it, babe,” he says.

“Put your hands on the seats.”

He obeys immediately, and you listen to the leather squeak when he reaches behind his head to grasp at the top of the bench. You give him another stroke before lining him up; your head drops back with a long moan as you sink down on him, your body so sensitive that you can feel the blunt head as it stretches your walls, the stiff length that fills you until you’re shaking. Usually, you’d stop before the base, but you want as much of him as you can get, so you work your hips until your bodies are flush and you’re gasping from having him so deep.

“Babe, you look so fuckin’ hot right now,” Dante groans, his voice barely more than a rasp.

You grin and tilt your head, peeking an eye at him. “You’re right. This was a good idea.”

You hold onto his shoulders as you start to move your hips, sliding up and down his length. Dante makes a sound deep in his throat, his arms flexing as he grips the headrest above. “You’re ridin’ my cock like this and I was right about somethin’? Fuck, it’s my lucky day.”

“Are you sure?” You give a breathless laugh. “We’re on a job, which means you’re going to have to fight with the scent of sex on you. I hope you don’t get distracted.”

“You’re always a goddamn distraction,” he pants. Dante’s eyes roam your body as he lifts his hips to meet yours, pumping into you to match your rhythm. “I love distractions.”

“I’ll remember that.”

Before he can reply, you lean in to kiss him, sucking at his lips. The car fills with a heady scent as condensation beads on your skin, and you breathe all of it in, ignoring how his jeans chafe at your thighs and your knees start to stick to the leather seat. The whole thing reminds you of that ridiculous scene from some movie the two of you had watched together and, with a grin, you lean up to press your hand against one of the windows.

Dante slides down a bit on the seat, angling so he can look up at you. His hands move to your waist and he easily lifts you before guiding your body back down, picking up the pace as he reaches his chin up to take a soft bite from the inside curve of your breast. He continues to lift his hips to meet you, slamming into you hard and deep each time until your mouth hangs open with a moan with every pass.

“That’s it,” he pants. “That’s it, baby.”

His grip squeezes and relaxes with every flex of his hips, his mouth hot and insistent against your flesh. “I wish we weren’t in a car,” you mumble.

He peeks up at you. “Why?”

Your thoughts are a jumble of his mouth between your legs and his body pinning yours to the mattress, and you try to pluck one image from the myriad swirling within your mind. “I like it when you fuck me from behind.”

Dante’s answering laugh sends a shiver through you. “Next time, I’ll bend you over the hood of the car,” he says. “Would you like that?”

“Mm,” you sigh. You cup his face and pull him to your lips, kissing him teasingly as you rest for a moment, his cock filling you completely.

His hands slide from your waist around to your backside, taking your body in a firm grip. You wrap your arms around his neck, slowly grinding your hips as he massages your rear; then he slides his fingers along your seam, making you groan as he strokes your body. “You ready to come yet, babe?” he murmurs, the tone of his voice dark as he touches her and begins to pump his hips slowly.

“If I say no?” you murmur.

He grabs your hair and pulls you forward against him. “Then you’re getting left behind, because I’m about to fill you up.”

You look up at him, holding his gaze as you tug his hand from your hair and guide it between your legs. His lips curl ever-so-slightly before you cover them with your own, and you gasp against them when he dips his fingers under your hood and begins to give your clit quick, firm strokes.

Murmuring his name, you lean forward to seal your mouth over his. You grind against his hand as you rock your hips, riding him hard as you chase the orgasm that is rapidly approaching. Tilting up, you lean forward so he has to lift his chin to stay connected by your kiss, and at the new angle his cock hit a spot inside you that sends pleasure ricocheting through your body.

"Dante!" you shout just as your orgasm hits. It feels like your nerves are snapping, electricity pulsing as you break from the kiss and arch your back. You hear him laugh as his mouth presses to your chest, giving you a love bite, but his touch is relentless as he works your clit through the waves of pleasure.

You're a mess of trembling limbs and heaving breath when he lets out a groan that is feral and deep, and you sag against him as his hips begin to batter your thighs, his seed filling you in searing pulses. There's so much of it that it slips back over his cock as he empties within you, his teeth biting your skin harshly enough to bruise; then he slows, pumping leisurely instead of frantically, until he's merely rocking against you. Dante nuzzles your chest, your neck, planting a trail of sweet kisses while he cradles you against him.

"You alright?" he rasps. You give a little nod. With a low curse from him and a whimper from you, he slides his cock out of your body. "Holy shit."

You laugh, pressing your forehead against his shoulder. "Yeah."

Dante massages your back for a minute as your breathing slowly returns to normal. "Hey babe?" he murmurs.

"Hm?"

"I think we got company."

You bolt upright to see him nodding towards the window, his brows drawn into a frown. "Is it the cops?" you gasp.

"I wish." Awkwardly Dante tries to slide out from under you, and you try to untangle your limbs in the cramped backseat while grabbing clothes. It is a flurry of movement that has you both jabbed with elbows until he pulls the latch on the door and Dante falls halfway out, his head on the grass outside and his pants caught up on the seatbelt and pooled around his knees.

You peer over him to see the demon lumbering from the shadows, its baleful glare fixed on the car, and you groan as you lean over the front seat to grab his guns to toss to him. "Goddamn it," you mutter. "Morrison is gonna kill us if we wreck his car."

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darks-ink · 4 years

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Darkness - Ectoberweek 2020

Yes I wrote this one because I just really wanted to write Vlad and Danny meeting in Antonym-verse, shh. Don’t say anything.

[first part]

Rating: Gen Warnings: - Genre: Supernatural Words: 2,147 Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Sequel

[AO3] [FFN]

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“Well,” Danny said, humming thoughtfully.

“Well,” the other person agreed, his bright red eyes absurdly visible in the dark room they were in.

Since the man didn’t seem inclined to talk, Danny didn’t bother to, either. Instead he started peering around, blinking his own vivid green eyes. Even though his retained night vision usually did him little good, he was glad to have it, now. He highly doubted ordinary humans would’ve been able to see in the pitch black they were in.

Unfortunately, the room did not include any hints as to where he was, nor why he was here.

“You’re Danny, aren’t you?” the man suddenly asked, his red eyes narrowed. “The Fenton’s adopted son?”

Danny hummed. He wasn’t sure if he was legally adopted, the human world had so much complicated paperwork, but they certainly seemed intent on counting him as their son. “Yeah,” he finally agreed, figuring he should vocalize. “But I don’t think I know you. Do I?”

The man visibly considered that, weighing options against each other. Finally he offered a hand to Danny. “Vlad.”

“Well, you already know my name, obviously.” Danny shot him a grin as he took the hand and shook it. “But I’m Danny.”

“And you’re half-ghost,” Vlad said, a strange emphasis on the ‘half-ghost’. “Aren’t you?”

“Yeah, well, so are you,” Danny pointed out with a shrug. “I think that the more pressing questions are “where are we?” and “how did we get here?”, don’t you?”

Vlad hummed at that, expression somewhere between pleased and aggravated. Someone was digging for information, huh? “Yes, I suppose you’re right. You don’t know either, then?”

“Nope,” he agreed easily, taking his eyes off of Vlad to look around again. The room was empty and featureless, absolutely non-distinct in how bland it was. “But! I don’t think we’re in the Ghost Zone.”

“How can you tell?”

“Not nearly enough ectoplasm in the atmosphere.” Danny leaned over to knock on the wall. “And these are solid. Humans can go through walls in the Ghost Zone.”

“You seem to know a lot about the Ghost Zone.” Vlad’s eyes narrowed once more.

“Yeah, well.” Danny paused, reconsidered. Vlad didn’t seem like a ghost, not like him. Vlad seemed like a human. If Danny could become part human as a ghost, why couldn’t a human become part ghost? “I guess I spent a good bit of time there.”

“And your parents?” Vlad pressed, cold disinterest in his voice.

Danny snorted, dismissive. “You mean my biological parents? Dunno. Can’t remember them. That’s why the Fentons took me in, y’know? Now can we please focus on getting out of wherever this is before we continue the interrogation?”

“Yes, of course,” Vlad said, graciously. Like this was anything to be gracious about. Danny bet that if he’d been in full control of his powers he could’ve beaten the other half-ghost easy. But, alas. He was still fighting to control his core, never mind use his powers properly. He would have to settle for civilized human behavior.

“Good.” Danny turned away from Vlad, walking along the wall, one hand trailing over it. The whole thing felt solid in a uniquely human way. Definitely no ghosts involved here.

The door, when Danny reached it, was no less solid. He grabbed onto the rounded doorknob and jangled it, but there was no give. Definitely locked. “Yeah, we’re not getting out this way.”

Vlad, who still hadn’t moved, the ass, hummed thoughtfully. “I suppose we will have to use our powers to leave, then. I see no cameras of any sort, do you?”

“No,” Danny admitted, releasing the door and looking around just to be sure. “I suppose you’re right. Some intangibility and invisibility should get us out.”

“Yes, indeed.” Vlad crossed his arms, waiting for a moment before arching his brow at Danny. “Well, go on then.”

“Me?” He scoffed. “It was your idea. You go first.”

The man stared at him for a moment longer, his red eyes boring straight into Danny’s, before he sighed. “Fine, then. But only because I suspect I cannot hope to out-stubborn a teenager, let alone one raised by Jack Fenton.”

Danny quirked an eyebrow at that unexpected hostility. Sure, he’d only known Jack for a month or two, but still. He seemed like a good man.

Vlad’s transformation was similar to Danny’s own. A spark of light from the chest, from the core, forming into rings which passed over the body, and shifted it from one state to the other. Admittedly Vlad’s were bizarrely black, while still giving off light, but it didn’t really matter. Not now, at least.

No, Danny was far more interested in Vlad’s ghost form. He looked rather like a typical ghost, up to and including a thematic appearance. And what an appearance. Vlad had gone full vampire on his looks, with pale blue skin, empty red eyes, pointed ears and sharp fangs. His hair, black in ghost form, was swept up into gravity-defying points, and his clothing did not match the suit he’d been wearing at all.

Hell, the guy even wore a cape. What kinda person did that?

But… Vlad had gone and shifted to his ghost form, so Danny supposed he’d better follow suit. Mentally crossing his fingers that his powers would hold—his core was still settling back into proper stability after his accident—he called his core to the forefront of his existence. Light flashed as he, too, transformed into a ghost.

Vlad quirked an eyebrow at him, judgment heavy in the air. “A jumpsuit, boy, really? You are certainly a Fenton, aren’t you?”

“It’s Phantom, actually,” Danny correctly idly. “The jumpsuit is just a coincidence.” He lifted up from the floor, trying to judge how well his core was doing that day. “Now come on, I don’t have all day.”

“And you think I do?” Vlad scoffed, but started floating as well. “I will go first. I expect I will be more likely to recognize where we are than you.”

Well, he wasn’t wrong, but he didn’t have to be so haughty about it. “Sure, knock yourself out.” Danny swept out an arm in a wide arc to underline the statement, throwing in a sarcastic bow as well.

The gesture clearly wasn’t lost on Vlad, but he apparently made the choice to ignore it, flying towards one of the walls and flickering invisible before he hit it. With a roll of his eyes, Danny followed, focusing his senses on the feel of Vlad’s core so he could track the man while invisible.

Outside it was… also dark, admittedly, but not as hopelessly pitch-black as inside. A glance upwards confirmed that it was a regular dark—stars barely visible due to a nearby city, and the new moon that was supposed to come that night.

Vlad was still nearby, although invisible, so Danny let himself drift over. “Well,” he said when he was close enough, keeping his voice low since they were still invisible. “I don’t think we missed much time. The moon phase is correct.”

“Hm. And what do you know of where we are?” Vlad asked, a tone of curiosity layered under the smarminess of his voice. “Or have you spent all your time looking up?”

“I thought you were going to focus on our location?” Danny shook his head, realized Vlad couldn’t see, then decided to look around anyway.

And, huh.

“Well, at least we’re not far from home,” he said, feebly.

They were on the outskirts of Amity Park.

“You aren’t, no.” Vlad huffed, a sound of displeasure. “Unlike you, however, I live in Wisconsin.”

Cool. That meant very little to Danny. He was pretty sure that it was a state in the country he was living in, but where, or how far away it was? Absolutely meaningless.

“Okay, well… If you know the Fentons you can probably stay over?” He let his invisibility drop, since the strain on his core was rather unnecessary. The people of Amity Park didn’t look up enough to care about ghosts in the sky. “And if you didn’t… Well, they probably would let you stay over anyway. They’d love to talk more about your half-ghost-ness.”

“Joy,” Vlad muttered, and he could not possibly have put more distaste in the word. “And you do not care to stay invisible, then?”

“I can’t keep it up forever, dude.” Danny shrugged, letting his legs blend away into a tail as he drifted in the direction towards home. “Besides, I know Amity Park. It’s a safe place to fly without invisibility, trust me.”

Vlad scoffed, but dropped his invisibility as well. “Very well, then. Lead on.”

Danny nodded back, then shifted into proper flight, making sure to keep his speed fairly low. As annoying as it was to have to hold back, he knew he couldn’t make full use of his powers, not while his core was still recovering from the transition. One day, hopefully, he’d get back to his prior strength.

Still, that did make him wonder. It definitely seemed like Vlad was a human who’d become half-ghost. How did that work, compared to Danny himself? How strong was Vlad? Did he need to wait for his core to mature the usual way? That almost seemed easier to Danny than what he was going through. A slow progressive growth, rather than having all these powers and not having the power to use them.

And Vlad had conveniently skipped around explaining how he knew the Fentons, too. Honestly, he was kind of giving Danny the creeps. Something about his behavior was just… off. Weird.

Or maybe that was just how slimy he was, how haughty, how superior. Yugh.

Vlad didn’t try talking to him while they were flying to FentonWorks, although he did raise a questioning eyebrow at the neon sign when they landed behind it.

“The glow of the sign will hide our light,” Danny explained with a shrug. He’d been told by Jazz that the sign was an oddity among humans, but he didn’t think it was that weird. “We can enter the house through the door up here.”

“Why not phase inside?” Vlad asked, crossing his arms. “That way no one will see us.”

“True. But it’s also rude to go inside without announcing yourself.” Danny grinned at Vlad, displaying his own sharp teeth, before releasing his core to shift back to human form. The flashing light was barely visible beyond the glow of the sign. “Coming, Vlad?”

The other half-ghost sighed, making a motion like rolling his eyes—despite the fact that they were empty in his ghost form—but transformed back into human form as well. “I would’ve thought that using ghost powers meant we were no longer following human sensibilities, but it’s your house.”

Human sensibilities? What, has no one ever told this guy the rules of lairs in the Ghost Zone? Yikes. “You do realize that it’s a thing in the Ghost Zone too, right? Not randomly wandering into people’s lairs?”

“And how would you know?” Vlad sneered back, his eyes dark for the first time since Danny had met him. “You’re what, fourteen? And clearly new to being half-ghost, too.”

“Yeah!” Danny snapped, feeling his core kick up a notch. He was so tired of this asshole. “Yeah, I’m new to being half-ghost! Because I was a full ghost before this!”

He leaned in closer to Vlad, seeing the reflection of his glowing eyes in Vlad’s. “Just because you think you’re a big deal doesn’t mean you are. You don’t know shit, Vlad.”

Satisfied that he’d gotten his point across, Danny whirled around, pulling open the door and climbing down the stairs. After a moment, he heard Vlad follow.

“You are… a ghost turned half-human?” Vlad asked, quietly. “Not the reverse?”

“Not like you, no,” Danny confirmed, opening the door to the upper floor hallway. “But the Fentons will still want to talk to you.”

“No.” Vlad stopped before crossing the door. Danny, too, stopped, turning around to face Vlad again. “No, I don’t think that that’s going to happen.”

“What?”

“I thought I had found someone like me. For that, I was willing to put up with Jack Fenton, at least for the moment. But now?” Vlad scoffed, a derisive sound. “For a poor ghostly imitation? No, certainly not. Goodbye, Phantom.”

With that, Vlad whirled around, vanishing from sight. Danny could still track his core—apparently Vlad had shifted forms almost immediately—but he was, in fact, leaving.

“Well. That just happened,” Danny muttered to himself as Vlad left the premises entirely. “Wonder what the chances are that the Fentons know more than one guy named Vlad.”

He shrugged to himself, continuing down to the living room, where his family waited. Guess he had some more mysteries to solve now.

Like that room. What the fuck was up with that?

#danny phantom #ectoberweek2020 #ectoberweek 2020 #dp fanfic #phanfic #danny fenton #vlad masters #whoo i finished 6 out of 7 fics for this event!#they're all kinda short but hush that's good #i wanted to stop writing monstrous one-shots that never ended #dark writes

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smol-and-grumpy · 4 years

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Sky Full Of Stars - CH02

Sequel to Something Just Like This

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: He’s Dean Winchester, ex mobster boss, still a little cocky, less ruthless and not at all short tempered anymore. Instead, he thinks he’s hilarious (she doesn’t agree, though). They both try to live a quiet life. And Dean hopes, very hard, that his former life won’t come knocking at their door.

Warnings: Really fluffy.

WC: 3109

SERIES MASTERLIST

Dean tries to be quiet, he really did, but as old houses are, the stairs creak underneath his weight when he descends. He flinches, squints his eyes and moves faster, trying his best to make himself feather light, and absolutely fails.

He hops off the last step, walks into the kitchen on his bare feet, makes a cup of coffee. He knows that he needs to get back to work when he wants to finish the house on time but Y/N’s so damn distracting.

Especially when she takes naps during the day because she’s more tired than she’s ever been. In fact, she’s even more tired now than when she was in her first Trimester, which is weird but what does he know, he doesn’t have to deal with the hormones so all he does is shut the hell up and let her sleep.

They’re only at half time, something over five months.

When she feels really tired, she likes to take baths to relax and then taking naps after, and Dean hates that. Absolutely super hates it. Can’t stand how he can’t help but join her. Not always with the baths but certainly with the naps.

It first started two months into her pregnancy when they were still painting her art room. She would start to paint and after a couple of hours she’d ask him if it was okay for her to go lie down. When he checked on her later, she was grinning at him from inside of the bathtub with foam all over her face.

That first time that he discovered her in the tub when she was supposed to go lie down, he couldn’t help but jump right into the tub with her, sat her on his hard cock and let her fuck herself on him. He took her out and laid her down after, ate her out before her body was even dry.

Their sex life was not boring by all means, but since she’s pregnant she became insatiable.

Dean would lie if he said that he minded it.

And if he can’t fuck her with his cock (honestly, she can really wear him out), he fucks her with his fingers (sometimes he thinks that carpal tunnel syndrome is on his horizon), and if his fingers and hands get tired, he eats her out until his jaw cramps up. Like he said, he doesn’t mind. It’s not like they’re going about it like rabbits. They don’t do it every day either but once she starts, it’s hard for her to stop.

So since then, she’s been taking naps and he naps with her. It’s tempting to just stay in bed all day, kissing, cuddling, making love, sleep. And if she wasn’t pregnant and they wouldn’t expect a little baby in roughly five months time, he wouldn’t even care about the house, but Dean needs to get things going if he wants to finish it.

Sometimes, Sam comes around to help. Jess’s pregnant too. Is even ahead of Y/N by a month. So whenever Sam’s over, Dean would drink a beer with his brother and they exchange their thoughts and worries. Dean’s gotten much better at talking nowadays.

Bobby showed up once too, and Gabe whenever he’s free and then Gabe would help Dean out. He gets so much done when Gabe’s here. It’s the ease of having worked together for so many years that makes a difference to Gabe and Sam. Also Gabe is no fucking pain in Dean’s ass like Sammy is.

But most of the time, they’re on their own in their little house with a view to a sky full of stars. It’s never dull around here either. She’d find ways to get on his nerves and he might not even do it on purpose but he apparently can annoy the fuck out of her as well. Dean apparently talks too loud. Or he chews too loud. Or brushes his teeth too loud. Every little thing can be too loud. The hormones are fucking with her senses.

He drinks his coffee, it’s caffeinated. He once tried to sneak in decaf coffee but she just sat there and stared at the mug and started to cry. So he gave up on it, because she limits her intake. She already had one this morning so Dean gulps down his, burning his tongue off, but it’s better for her not to see him drink it. It’s also better for him.

While he’s standing in the kitchen, he decides to make lunch. Cooks up some pasta with homemade sauce and he’ll chop up some veggies to throw it in with.

Dean’s chopping away at a bell pepper when he feels arms coming around his middle, her face pressing into his spine, right in between his shoulder blades.

“Mmh,” Y/N mumbles into his back, he feels her voice vibrating along his spine. Her little bump’s pressed into his lower back. “Smells good.”

Dean grins, but doesn’t stop chopping, “Me or the food?”

“Food.” She says and he can feel her chuckle on his back.

“Not me?”

Her hands brush along his stomach, feathery strokes travel down to the waistband of his sweats, and then she strokes along his clothed cock. Dean holds in his breath. “Baby, I’m chopping something here.”

He abandons the knife though, because he’s not dumb and is not risking chopping his own hand off when she palms him through his pants.

“You always smell good, that’s not fair.”

It’s Dean's turn to grin. He takes her hand from his cock — that grows hard just from her touching it and it's still the same, he can’t not get hard when he’s around her — and turns around, picks her up and sits her on the kitchen island on the other side of the stove.

She’s pouting, just like he thought she would be.

He stands between her legs, his hands on her thigh and around the small of her back as he looks up to meet her eyes, cranes his neck to kiss her pout away.

She wraps her hands around his neck and Dean likes how she plays with the short hair there.

“What are you cooking?” Y/N asks and nuzzles her nose against his chin.

“I’m making pasta.”

Her hand comes around his face, fingers scratching at his scruff and then she says, “I was thinking—”

“—No,” It came out of Dean a little too fast, can’t help it because he knows what she’s going to say.

He knows her better than he knows himself, he told her once and it’s still true. He knows that she’s pregnant and has cravings and she really almost never wants to eat the thing he cooks her. Even though she’s okay with it first but then she changes her mind, wants something else and after she takes a couple of bites of said something else, she changes her mind again. It’s driving him fucking crazy is what it is.

The old Dean might have been mad, might tell her to fucking make up her mind but the new Dean is taking everything in with patience and an easiness he never knew he had. The only thing that really annoys the living hell out of him is that she mostly has cravings for things they don’t have in the house and he would have to go to the store to get it. But that’s on him too, because he doesn’t want her to drive in his car with no real seatbelt. She would then argue that they still have her car which is parked in the garage but they haven’t used it for a while and Dean doesn’t even know if it would still start up because unlike the time when she was gone for the year where Dean would take her car for a spin every other week to make sure it’s still running smoothly, he didn’t have the time nor desire to take her car for a spin since they moved, and however, that’s not really the point anyway. The point being, he doesn’t want her to drive at all, because he’s still scared of what could happen if she gets into another accident.

He bought a new car already, thinks of ditching his Baby every time he has to take his family out and about, opted for a big family van but it’s custom made and it takes another couple of weeks to be delivered.

“Hey, you don’t even know what I wanted to say.”

“Baby, I’m making pasta. I’m not going to the store again for your cravings. I’ve been twice this morning already and one time late last night.” Dean says, and it’s true. Last night she wanted her coconut ice cream and when he brought it back, she realized that her hormones made her not like the taste of coconut anymore and she ended up crying. That was a night ruined and Dean wished he didn’t even go out at all.

The next store is twenty minutes out and if Dean gives in every time she craves something, he will never get anything done around here.

Y/N swats at his chest, but her lips curve into a playful smile, “‘M not telling that you should go to the store.” She leans forward then, pulls him closer by the back of his neck and he wraps his arms around her.

“Then tell me, I’m listening.”

“What would you say if I tell you to go out for a couple of hours in the evening.” She mumbles into the crook of his neck and that’s when Dean knows that she’s scared that he’ll be mad because she’s not able to look him in the eye.

He frowns a little, “Why do you want me to go out?” She hugs him tighter and that’s when he adds, “Am I crushing you? Do you need space?”

“No, everything’s okay. I just want to do something and I need you out of the house for a couple of hours. Cas will come pick you up.”

Dean frowns some more, “So, you actually already decided for me.”

She comes out of her hiding and is looking at him, a smile so bright it makes his heart leap. “Yes.”

He rolls his eyes, but only for the dramatic effect. “Okay, but don’t do anything stupid, alright?”

“Me? Something stupid?” She gasps with one hand on her chest, “Never!”

Dean begs to differ. There’s one time she drew a bath and forgot about it. They needed to exchange the flooring of the bathroom after. Or that time when she burned the omelettes because she was distracted by her book. Or that time when she came back from the store and placed the milk in the freezer and ice creams in the fridge. The list goes on and on, but Dean rather not list them off, because he couldn’t win the argument.

She once said that she can’t even take care of herself and while that might not be true while she wasn’t pregnant, he thinks it’s true now. It if wasn’t for him, she would have flooded and burned the house to the ground by now.

“Liar,” He only grins at her, kisses her then before she can say anything else.

Y/N’s sitting on the couch and strokes Bubbles while Truffles is lying on the floor when Dean comes down from taking a shower, she can hear him walking down the stairs, it creaks awfully loud under his weight. He told her that he wants to work on that too, so the baby wouldn’t wake up all the time when he’s going up and down the stairs.

Bubbles loves its new home, the cat especially loves the space, loves going out and roaming around, and has already made friends with other cats and of course Bubbles doesn’t mind Truffles at all, would sometimes let the dog lick her and the feeling is mutual.

She’s actually glad Dean agreed on getting a dog. She never knew that he would cave because he told her that he’s not really a dog person. Come to think of it, he’s also not really a cat person. He’s not really any kind of person except of her, he said that himself. Now he has to share her with a baby and he’s slowly working up to it. It’s not going to be easy but that little one will also be half his so she guesses that Dean will be able to work on his issue. That issue still being that he’s afraid someone could take her away from him.

Dean is working on himself, she can see that. Sees it in how he’s much more relaxed and she likes that. Likes how he wakes up with a smile on his face everyday. Likes, how he smiles more in general, how he’s less grumpy. How he doesn’t have to work all night and come home with bloody shirts.

Nowadays, the only stains on his shirts and pants are from renovating the house or pottery.

Yeah. Pottery.

They are sharing an art room now. He’s doing pottery in one corner of the art room. It’s one of Bobby’s friends, Rufus, who’s also Dean’s friend and a closet psychologist who suggested that Dean tries pottery to help calm him down when the storm inside of him takes over.

Sometimes, Dean would come in when she’s painting, sits down wordlessly and starts to do pottery. She won’t say a word either. Will sit there and paint until she can see the crease between his eyebrows even out.

He’s so distracting when he does pottery, though. His fingers and arms work on the clay. Sexy is what it is. It gets her hot and bothered every time.

Dean walks into the living room, dressed in casual jeans and a plaid shirt, smelling good and the scent makes her light headed.

Just when he bends down to kiss her, Cas rings at the gate. That’s right, they have a gate. Dean’s overprotective but she understands, considering who he was when she met him.

He pecks her nose, her forehead, places his hand on her belly and rubs at it. “I think that’s my date.”

“You have fun,” She breathes into the kiss and feels his lips widen into a grin.

“Fun? Without you?”

She rolls her eyes, “You know what I mean.”

Dean leans lower, kisses her belly through the shirt. “Be good,”

She frowns a little, “The baby or me?”

“Both.” Dean boops her nose and gets up, walks to the door and is out.

After Dean has left, she takes a long shower, gets into fresh comfortable clothes and starts to prepare everything she needs.

It’s going to be a surprise. Dean has always done so much for her. He always makes sure that she has everything she needs, and has devoted his life to keep her happy so that she would stay, so that he could keep her. Even though she told him that there’s really nothing that would drive her away from him anymore. Guess he still doesn’t believe it so he does the only thing he knows he can, twists and bends his life around to make room for her in it. To make room for their family.

She orders pizza, places mats on their terrace, sets up fairy lights. She actually wanted to use candles but Dean hid all of them because he doesn’t trust her to not burn the house down.

Two hours has passed and Dean should be home in a couple of minutes. She has an agreement with Cas to get him home as sober as possible.

Y/N moves pillows and blankets from the couch out to the little camping site she created. The pizza arrived a couple of minutes ago either, so she takes it out with her. She’s hungry and takes a bite out of a slice, hoping Dean doesn’t mind that she started without him.

Like she thought, Dean walks in after she has finished her first slice, and he calls out for her. The house is dark, the only light source is out here and she hopes he gets it, follows the source out to where she is waiting for him.

“Babe?” He slips out onto the terrace, slides the screen door shut behind him.

His face is lit up by the moonlight and the little fairy lights. She sees him smile, it’s all white and wide.

“Surprise,” She smiles back at him.

She waits for him to get out of his shoes and join her on the mat beside her. He places his hand on her shoulder, the tips of his thumb circles on the back of her neck as he pulls her in to kiss her temple. “Is that why you wanted me to go out?”

“Duh,” She grins and he kisses the grin away.

They dig into the pizza and she knows that she forgot something, so Dean has to get up and comes back out with napkins and two bottles of water.

After they ate, they lay down, his head on her shoulder, while he rubs at her tummy.

“You see the stars?”

“Yeah,” She whispers.

“Thank you,”

“No, I have to thank you.” She says, tilts her head, kisses his temple, his scruff tickles her chin. “You’ve done so much for me so at least I can do something too, even if it’s just something small.”

“It’s something big, alright,” Dean cranes his neck, kisses her cheek, leaves his lips here, “You’re doing more for me than you know,” He’s about to say more but there’s something happening in her tummy, something that feels like gas bubbles that are locked in there. Like she’s had too much fizzy drink, only that she had none. She felt it a couple of times already but it’s the first time that he probably feels it too with his palm on her stomach.

Dean swallows.

“Is that?” He props himself up on his elbow, leans over her, and there’s one more bubbly feeling.

She smiles at him, nods her head and his smile spreads on his face, the crinkles around his eyes deepens. Y/N cradles his face with one hand, letting the pad of her thumb travel over the crinkles that she loves so much.

Dean kisses her then, still smiling and chuckling.

“The baby’s probably excited to see the stars too.” She whispers into the kiss, wonders how long it’ll take for them to feel a real kick, for Dean to feel it.

CH03

#sky full of stars #dean winchester #dean winchester fic #dean winchester fan fic #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester fan fiction #nathalie writes

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locke-writes · 4 years

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Contemplate

Author: locke-writes

Title: Contemplate

Summary: A look at migraines and the effects they can have on a person For: Follower Voted Content #2

Sequel to: Twitch (Part One) and Speak (Part Two)

Rating: T

Word Count: 1,573

Tag List: @ofthedewthesunlight

AN: All parts can be read as individual fics and do not have to be read in order. The only connector between all three fics is details regarding BFS (Benign Fasciculation Syndrome) of which affects the motor neurons. A syndrome in which I have.

Talk. That's what people seemed to do whenever you were around, talk. You found it funny just how much people were willing to open up to a stranger, how much they were willing to reveal. Sometimes you found it sad knowing they simply needed an outlet and you were there. When all else failed at least they had someone with willing ears they could speak to. The thing was, you weren't willing, you were just quiet because it was part of your job. Doc needed people analyzed and what better way of analysis than learning about someone from themselves.

No one could really be trusted. People would talk, would open up but that didn't mean they were honest or that you received the information that you needed. They just talked because you kept quiet. And you kept quiet because you knew they would talk.

But talking could become excruciating when noise turned into pain.

You supposed it was foolish for someone with a neurological condition to think that everything about your mind was normal. Headaches, surely everyone experienced them as you did. Noise hurt, light hurt, everything hurt. It was better to go to bed than to try and fight it, most medications didn't help. Which was normal, completely and totally normal — until you were told it wasn't.

Migraines, not just bad headaches, that's what you had.

Migraines.

They were bullshit.

Talk. That's what everyone was doing as you were standing in the middle of the museum people watching. Could you call it people watching when you were simply monitoring one persons routine? Doc had needed details on a few of the bank tellers hoping to perhaps involve one in another heist, not as a hostage but as the weak target, the one that would break the easiest. What you could gleam online was good but nothing was better than the real thing.

Conversation was had and you went on your way, watching, waiting for the next location. And talk surrounded you, and noise became daggers in your head, and your arm began to twitch, and your eye began to twitch.

And then everything went to hell.

Miles was the one you always called, Miles was the one you trusted to come get you in moments like this. You wanted to call, stared at the last text he had sent you only a few hours ago wishing you could respond and ask him to come pick you up. He knew, he understood, yet you didn't call him, didn't know why. Instead there was someone else you wanted to greet you, someone else you wanted to bring a sense of peace and calm as the noise surrounded you and pulled you deeper into the pain.

Buddy.

An address was texted along with your location in the museum. There was no acknowledgments that he read the text. No acknowledgement that he understood what was going on, and why would he. He knew about the twitches, knew about you going nonverbal, yet migraines. It didn't matter who knew about the migraines except part of you was afraid of what he would think.

Weakness.

You hated feeling weak, you hated people thinking you were weak. While you couldn't help the pain that you were in you could help how people perceived you. Buddy could not perceive you as weak, that was what you kept telling yourself. He was a friend, perhaps the only true friend that you had and if you emptied your list of ailments into his lap you were worried that he would leave.

Except it didn't matter now.

Glancing at the phone in your hand you waited. There was no way of knowing where he was or if he was coming. You wondered how long you'd be willing to sit on the bench staring at paintings you had no interest in while the pain roared around your mind and while the muscles in your leg moved around furiously. It was luck that you were seemingly ignored by those around you, able to twitch without curious looks or spiteful stares.

Time ticked on, every noise growing louder, lights growing brighter, muscles moving beneath skin. Your senses were bombarded on all sides. For a moment you were certain you might pass out due to the pain.

Then there were footsteps, then there was a hand on your shoulder. Buddy was there. Buddy came to get you. Not a word was spoken as he ushered you out of the exhibit and out of the museum entirely. Leading you to his car you shook your head indicating that it wasn't the right time to speak and you stopped him from turning on the radio while driving back to Doc's where you knew you were supposed to have made an appearance after your reconnaissance mission.

Buddy worried, you'd gotten good at reading him. You wanted to tell him what was going on but the pain in your head and the twitching in your body made it difficult to focus on words. Tired, that's all that you were. In pain and tired, you wanted words to be understood without having to be spoken. As Buddy pulled into the parking garage you leaned back in your seat with your eyes closed for just a moment. Walking to the elevator was going to be strenuous with you being required to keep eyes open and walk on twitching legs.

Slipping out of the car you wandered into the briefing room, Buddy trailing behind you. He watched as you went to Baby, signing to tell him what was happening before grabbing the bag he had for you. Upon request he'd been holding your laptop. Removing headphones from the bag you slipped them over your ears and looked at Doc who nodded.

When the migraines were to unbearable you needed a way of communicating with Doc that let him know you were not to be disturbed. Any noise, any light, anything at all really — could make the migraine worse, could increase the pain tenfold. Your headphones were noise cancelling and never used for anything other than blocking out sound. When you were wearing them, you were not to be disturbed. You made your way across the room, slipping into your office ignoring Buddy who tried to engage in conversation.

You felt regret for not being able to vocalize what was going on, for not even having the energy to sign to him. Although what good was signing when your hand was twitching too much to form any movement?

Slipping into your office you made sure the door was shut tight and the lights were off. The offices were kept secret everyone who was brought in for jobs. Only Doc, Baby, and yourself knew of there location down a hallway away from the main meeting room. There were desks and tables set out in that more public area as a presentation yet they were never really used with no one around. You had created a space for yourself to be at peace within your office, something that worked with everything that you dealt with on a day to day basis.

There was nothing to help the twitches of course, there never was going to be. Nothing helped and there was no cure, no treatment. The least you could do for yourself was provide space enough that you could simply sit and allow the twitches to happen. For the migraines you wanted pure and total darkness.

It annoyed you somewhat, that this was something you had to deal with, that this was out of your control. There was medication for the migraines but when they were sudden there was nothing that any pill could do, the medication was preventative. So you sat in the darkness and in the silence and you fretted. You worried.

People were often accepting up until a point. You often wondered where that point was with Buddy.

Baby was your brother, Doc your employer, each had different reasons for tolerating any affliction.

But Buddy was neither, Buddy was just a friend and you worried. You worried if you were placing a strain on the friendship that you weren't aware. Had you been pulling and tugging at the string binding you together, was he going to cut the chord and drop you out to sea? Or perhaps if you were lucky this was just another item in the arsenal of things he'd become used to. He understood the twitches, he understood your being nonverbal, yet migraines were different.

Well, they were more common, easier for him to research if he chose.

Time ticked on, the pain and the fear twisting in the pit of your stomach. You sat, back against your desk and a hand on your leg, feeling the muscles move beneath your hand. A knock on the door forced your eyes open (not that there was much to see in the dark), you grunted as a way of admitting entry and from the shadow in the doorway you knew it was Buddy.

You knew he had questions.

You knew he deserved answers.

You wanted to provide them yet there was no way of explaining, the pain bringing exhaustion.

Without a word he sat next to you, back against the desk. Silence enveloped the both of you. In the darkness you smiled.

Through whatever pain brought with it, there was one thing it could never take away. And that was Buddy, a constant.

#locke writes #baby driver #buddy #baby driver imagine #buddy imagine #baby driver fic #buddy fic #baby driver fanfic #buddy fanfic #baby driver oneshot #buddy oneshot #personal pieces always feel like sticking part of my soul #into each word

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amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines · 4 years

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Fangs//Easy (Part 2)

Request: Can I request a sequel to easy?? Maybe a happy ending of some kind? It makes me so sad D;

hey!! its here! i hope you guys like this and that it fixes all your broken hearts! also, @wayward-river i told you i’d post it soon!

part 1

“How do you make it look so easy?”

“What?”

“Forgetting us.”

“Y/n!” He calls after you but you’re retreating figure makes him sigh. He’s fucked up...big time. And he has no way to fix it. He broke your heart with no explanation and just two weeks later replaced you with another girl. You were right. You always are. You should be here together, or at home watching TV.

“Fangs?” He kind of forgot he came here with his new girlfriend and when he turns around to acknowledge her, she’s on him instantly, pushing him into the bathroom. But he feels nothing. There’s only one thing on his mind and its you. But to be honest, thats nothing new.

“I’m not really in the mood.” He pushes her away and she pouts in return. However its got nothing on you, you could pout at him and he’d do literally anything for you. He’d do anything for you anyway.

So why did he break up with you?

Not even he knows and the more he thinks about it, the crazier he goes.

“Lets go back to the party.” He forces a smile and she thinks about it for a moment before smiling and grabbing his hand, dragging him back to hell.

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“Pick up for Y/l/n.” You send a small smile to Pop and he returns it before walking into the back leaving you alone. You look around the diner to see that the affect the party has had on it. There’s hardly anybody in, seeing as though its not quite late enough for drunk teenagers to come rolling in. You sigh and you’re about to pull your phone out of your pocket when your eyes land on a familiar serpent, sat at the back of the diner with an empty milkshake in front of him and his phone in his hand.

Should you talk to him?

On one hand he looks sad and you did love him. You still do. He was your entire world. But on the other hand, he tore your heart out, ripped it in to shreds and then stamped on it. So fuck him.

“Here you go Y/n.” Pop hands you your paper bag and you take it gratefully. “Have a nice night.”

“You too Pop.” You smile at him and hand him the money before turning around. You’re almost out the door. Almost safe...and then.

“Y/n?” His voice is quiet and full of fear but you hear it anyway and sigh. The action making Fangs feel even more depressed.

Yep. It took two weeks and one party, but your ex is finally, truly experiencing a break up. Something that you surprisingly take no joy in. Its like your staring into a really depressing mirror as you take in his appearance. His hair is messy, his eyes are red and his face is blotchy. Very different to how he looked just a few hours before.

“Hey Fangs.” You turn and wave awkwardly. The action being unusual to both of you. You’re never this awkward around each other, but thats what a break up does to someone.

“Your usual?” He points to your bag and you nod slowly.

“Yeahhh.” You trail off and look around. “Where’s your girlfriend?”

“Ex.”

“What?”

“She’s my ex. I broke up with her.”

“Oh.”

“Yeahh.” He sighs and you look at the floor.

“I would say I’m sorry. But I’m not.”

“I get that.” He smiles a little and you return it, and for a few seconds every thing is normal again. “Do you want me to walk you home?” And there’s the tension that seems to follow you both around.

“Oh, no. Its fine.” You shake your head.

“It’s late though.”

“It’s not that late.” You argue.

“But its dark.”

“I’ll be fine.”

“I’m going that way anyway.”

“Okay!” You throw your hands up in defeat. “Fine. But we’re walking in silence and I’m not sharing my food with you.”

“Okay.” He nods. “And you never did anyway.”

“True.” You agree and he smiles softly to himself. “Well, are you coming or not?”

“Oh, yeah.” He says quickly and reaches for the door, holding it open for you. You smile gratefully at him as you pass and as soon as your in the neon lit parking lot, you don’t wait for him. Instead you focus on the wet ground, and the fact that you might not be able to avoid the rain for much longer. You’d been lucky on the way here, leaving just as it had stopped, but you had a feeling it would start again and that would be all you need.

Fangs catches up to you quickly and he falls in to step with you. The paper bag rustling, draws his attention away from the dark sky and he steals a glance at you while your head is practically inside your take-out bag. The small action makes him laugh silently, and it only grows louder when you emerge with a mouthfull of fries.

“What?” Your question is muffled and your face is filled with annoyance, but it does nothing to stop him from smiling. He simply holds his hands up in defense making you roll your eyes before looking away.

The sky is full of dark clouds, the moon barely visible and the stars are no where to be seen. It’s unusual for a night in summer but it kind of fits your mood.

“Y/n?” Fangs’ voice pulls your attention away from the clouds above your head, both physically and metaphorically and you take a deep breath before looking at him.

“What happened to silence?” You raise an eyebrow at him making him look at the ground.

“I know. I just need to say something and then I promise I’ll shut up. Okay?”

“Okay.” You nod reluctantly.

“I’m sorry.” The words are simple, yet it feels a ton weight has been lifted off the both of you. A tiny part of your heart is healed.

“Okay.” You reply. “You’re not forgiven. But okay.”

For five minutes your walk is silent, but its not as awkward as it was. There’s a mutual understanding between the two of you and you know Fangs was being sincere. He was truly sorry. And even though it doesn’t excuse the fact that he ruined a relationship for seemingly nothing, its a step in the right direction.

“Hey Fangs?” You break the silence and his head whips up to look at you.

“Yeah?”

“Do you want some of my fries?” You ask and hold the bag out to him.

“Yeah.” He nods. “I’d like that.” He smiles and takes some fries from you. You make brief eye contact with him before looking away and forcing the blush off your face.

The trailer park comes into view and a soft smile appears on your face and the thought of being back home. However, it seems as soon as you think about being safe from parties, heartbreak and impending rain, thunder sounds followed by lightning and then, of course...rain.

“Shit.” Fangs mumbles and ducks his head, walking just a little faster.

“my food...” You mumble sadly as you look down at the brown paper bag in your hand. Fangs stops and looks at you, a pout on your lips as you watch your take-out bag get wetter.

Damn. That pout. The pout that will make him do anything.

“Here.” He shrugs his jacket off and hands it to you.

“What?” You ask, looking between him and his outstretched hand.

“For your burger.”

“Its fine.” You laugh. “But thank you.”

“What if you come a bit closer, and then we can both huddle under my jacket and then your dinner won’t get any soggier.” He suggests and you roll your eyes but do what he says anyway.

“You really are my hero.” You say as the two of you hurry towards the trailer park.

“Thats me. Fangs Fogarty, the burger hero this town deserves. Saving burgers, one at a time.”

“Wow.”

“I know. I know. It can be quite daunting to meet your heroes.”

“You’re such a dumbass.”

“I know.” He replies making you giggle. “Well, here you are.” He says as you stop outside your trailer.

“Here I am.” You reply and take your keys from your pocket. He continues to hold his jacket above your head, despite the fact that he’s not under it anymore, but he doesn’t seem to mind. “I’ll see you around Fangs. And thank you for walking me home.”

“I protect humans, as well as burgers. Especially if they’re pretty.”

“You think burgers are pretty?” You tease making him roll his eyes.

So...about that burger?”

“Get your own Fogarty.” You quickly pull the bag away from him and he frowns. “Good night.” You send him a warm smile before running up the steps and unlocking the front door. You look at him one last time before walking in and closing the door behind you.

The darkness of your home seems to overwhelm you as soon as the door closes and you let out a long sigh while you lean your head against the glass.

Two weeks is a short time in the grand scheme of things. In an entire life time its nothing. But everything has changed in the past two weeks. Your entire life has been flipped and you want nothing more than to go back. To go back two weeks, just an hour before the fight that ended it all and just enjoy being happy and in love, with no sign of anything bad ever happening.

“Y/n!” Fangs’ harsh knocking on the door makes you jump and quickly swing it open. He’s stood in the rain, holding his jacket loosely, but as soon as he see’s you he drops it.

“Oh, thank God.” You mumble and move towards him, your hands cupping his cheeks while his squeeze your hips. You kiss him harshly making him wobble a little at the force, but as soon as he steadies himself he kisses you back just as roughly and pushes you back through the door, kicking it closed behind him.

And suddenly, there’s no sign of anything bad looming...not anymore.

#fangs #fangs imagine #fangs x reader #fangs x you #fangs x y/n #fangs fogarty #fangs fogarty imagine #fangs fogarty x reader #fangs fogarty x you #riverdale #riverdale imagine

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cosmicknives · 4 years

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This is a bit of a sequel to something I posted like a year ago [link link]. Life has slowed to crawl and I’m trying to keep productive so, why not just edit more of that Gage x Gamma nonsense I still have on my computer? :D I still have a lot of fun writing these two, especially in the quieter moments between them, especially especially when it’s due to the sting of betrayal~!

Synths, man, ruining all the good relationships in your life since 2229~.

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Radiation sickness was never fun to deal with. It was even less fun when you had an insane Overboss. In the backroom of Fizztop, Gage slowly watched the RadAway do its damn job as he also desperately tried to ignore Gamma.

"Seriously though, you want a new scope for your do-hicky?" It was a borderline impossible task. Looking over his shoulder, the tiny tyrant of an Overboss sat cross-legged at his weapons bench and Gage knew he was still out for his particular brand of blood.

He had been real clear about that. A few members from the different gangs that had camped out by the entrance of Nuka-Town all but bombarded them with questions and hope as soon as they had returned from Safari Wild. Did they clean out the park yet? Fight anything fun? There's this odd rumor about a man in running around in loincloth too, did ya see him too!

It took every ounce of patience Gage had left not to scream at them all. Because, it wasn't his job to do scream. And it was Gamma’s. And just because he wanted to poke every wound Gage had just a bit more, Gamma had decided to be chatty with them. For the first time as Overboss, happily answering all their questions in wordy detail.

It was only when he feigned utter innocent, asking about Jackpot Royal's past though that Gage had put his foot down.

"Sorry, but we have business to attend to at Fizztop." He said curtly, tugging the short kid along with him.

"Yeah, that true. These injuries ain’t gonna heal themselves. Wait, did you know Gage give me this time?" Gamma dramatically exclaimed, poking out the bruised spot by his temple. "Me! His Overboss! God, Gage. We're really gonna haveta to work on your aim. Because not cool, not cool." He tsked, paying no mind as Gage pushed him on to the platform, harsh as could be.

Poor Jackpot Royal looked on hopeless, unable to tell if they should step in for their Overboss or if that would cost them their head. After a moment, they just waved goodbye and started to move back towards the Parlor. Smart kid.

After that, Gage just did his best to ignore Gamma, shuffling back towards his bed in the back room as he felt the radiation sickness finally start to settle into his body. It didn't take long to set up the RadAway, years of experience he'd never knock away, and he’d just let himself crash into his bed, hoping to sleep off the unpleasant he knew was going to come.

Gamma though had other plans.

After roughly five minutes of peace, he turned up in the back room himself despite having free-range of Fizztop. Instead of his typical mask, the kid had found a pair of over-sized road goggles and a rip-to-shreds puke green bandanna to cover his face instead.

"I'm gonna make some mods." He smiled in that same sweet and cold voice from earlier. “Have any requests?” Translation, I'm still pissed and fuck you if you think you're getting off scott-free.

"Some damn quiet and peace," Gage said though.

"Sorry, that's not on the menu today, friend." And that was that.

To his credit, Gamma wasn't really as noisy as modder as most raiders were. He worked fast and careful. And if he wanted to, Gage was almost certain he could work quiet too. But, that wasn't the case today. So instead, Gage gave up and just started to watch him from his cot.

Gamma... He hadn’t been right earlier. Gage had had no clue about him being synth, being a tool of the Institute. If he were to guess, he would've just said the kid was a Vaultie because of a Pip-Boy but one who had been out in the Commonwealth longer than a Pip-Boy suggested. But, more importantly and more simply, he would've said that Gamma was basically like him: a fuck-up without a home just trying to survive as comfortably as possible. That was always the vibe he give out when they were up at Fizztop together, away from the other raiders down below.

"You know, tough shit, I made you a scope anyways. It's neon." He cackled a bit, turning to show off the piece.

And, Gage just replied. "Why are you even here?"

Toxic neon yellow scope in hand, Gamma paused along with the question, eyebrows arched in his own. It was weird seeing them do what exactly what Gage had always pictured them do, and a part of him was relieved. He could read this kid, at least a little bit.

"I mean, here, in Nuka-World. What does the Institute want with us?" Because he wasn't stupid. He saw the endless possibility of this place, and he always knew others would see it too. That's why he recruited Colter. That's why he knew they needed an Overboss, someone to keep the rift-raft off their steps when they came trying to collect.

Over by his workstation, Gamma put down the scope and swiveled his chair around once and twice, until he was facing Gage again. “Not a damn thing, really." He said, shrugging slightly.

"Bullshit." Nuka-World had power, if nothing else.

"Not really," Gamma sighed again, spinning his chair around a little. "They're, ah, how would you put it." He tapped his bandanna playfully as he thought over his words. "Ah! Right! They're dead, so you know, Nuka-World? Not on their radar."

"Dead?"

"Ah, yeah. You haven't heard the rumors? Like, shit, they were everywhere out around Boston when it went down." Gamma sighed again as he rested his head in his arms. "Basically, some fucker blew us up."

"Someone, just, blew up the Institute?"

"Well, I wasn't there when shit went down so it's a bit hard to say," Gamma said, trying to play it off with his normal dramatic air. But Gage heard an unfamiliar hard edge enter into his voice. ‘Bothered by something now, are we?’ He thought, filing it away for another time. "But that's the jist I got. Plus, you know." He frowned again, looking briefly away.

"I don't know, what."

"Urgh.” Flopping forward, his arm reached out to catch himself before he hit the floor. It was a short hop to Gage’s bed from there, Gamma plopping himself right beneath him as he started to fiddle with his Pip-Boy. Gage took to the moment to again quickly take in his Overboss under the bright, artificial lights of Fizztop.

He didn't look like a synth, honestly. That was kinda the point, no, but still, Gage always figured there had to be some kind of tell to them, something that read fake. Even Gamma, odd and loud as could be, sitting next to him with Gage knowing, looked as human as anyone else. Was the Institute just that good with their abominations of science, or were there more synths out there than Gage ever thought to consider?

Gamma interrupted that line of thinking though, shifting as he could show Gage whatever it was on his Pip-Boy easier. "Just listen." And Gage did, and he heard nothing but static.

"There’s, nothing?" He said, unsure. Maybe that was a synth thing, but he dismissed that idea as Gamma sunk back down to his ass.

"Exactly," he said, pushing back a few strands of purple that fall in front of his face as the radio station played back only static.

"What's supposed to be playing?" He asked, figuring he did owe something to Gamma for saving his life earlier. Maybe letting him... talk was an okay way to pay him back, and one that wouldn't cost him even one cap.

He didn’t say anything at first, tracing the dirt on the floor instead. And it was nice, quiet as the RadAway sunk deeper into his body and sleep pulled him closer. But after a few minutes, Gamma’s voice tugged him back into the conversation.

"It used to play classical music." Quietly, his attention was entirely on the measured static tick up and down on his screen. And strange as it was, Gage did remember that funny little station. The only thing it played were these old instrumental pieces, no voices, no commercials, no updates about why they were going to die today. His mother listened to it religiously, never missing a chance to glare at his father every time he tried to change it to Diamond City radio in her presence. Gage had loathed that station so much as a kid, even as an adult too. It was just so frickin' dull.

But, still, after a hard day, hell if his hands didn’t twist the dial until he found that station once again and let it play for a few songs. Just a reminder how nice it was to be alive.

Until, maybe a year ago, Gage tried to tune into it one day and just, found nothing. Another loss to the ravages of the Commonwealth. He wondered how his mother took that news.

"It was the Institute's station, you know," Gamma smiled sadly. "We did fucked up things with it, of course, but it was ours. If it stopped playing, you know..." Trailing off, he didn't bother finishing that line of thought. It didn't need to be finished. Gage got the jist.

If it stopped playing, it was dead. The Institute was no more.

They sat together for a moment, Gage trying to process that new bit of news and he guessed, Gamma was trying to process the same bit of news albeit in a different context. And Gage thought, maybe he wasn't so wrong actually.

Maybe Gamma was a fuck-up too, just like him, one without a home just trying to survive as comfortably as possible in the fucked-up death trap they knew as the Commonwealth, albeit in a slightly different context than Gage originally had thought.

"So," Gage started slowly, "Why are you here?"

It wasn't the only question still floating around in Gage's mind but, either because of the drugs, the exhaustion or something else, all the others had quieted down for the moment. The Institute was no more. Maybe it was a lie, it was kinda unbelievable, but Gamma never honestly struck Gage as a liar.

He made up stories and played games and loved to mock people endlessly, but he never outright lied to Gage, not in the way most people did. That's why ...this... whole mess stung worse than the Gatorclaw attack or the additional rad sickness. Gamma never lied to him, except about basically everything.

Below him, Gamma just halfheartedly shrugged his shoulders. "Caps are the rule of the land, Gage, you know that."

And honestly, Gage could let this go for the night with that. Betrayal still hummed under his skin like a parasite. He knew this wasn't over, not by a long shot. There still a thousand questions and concerns he had about this, about synths, about the goddamn Institute and about Gamma being Overboss too. But underneath that all, like with Connor and Colter before, his stupid rotten idiotic heart was still telling him to trust Gamma, that he wasn't lying, not about this.

And fuck if he didn't want to believe that.

"I'm gonna put that scope on your gun, okay?" Gamma said quietly, playfully poking Gage in the head as he laid his own head back on the bed.

"Do that and I'll throw you off Fizztop," Gage said back, closing his eyes. Exhaustion tugged him along towards the poppy-filled land of dreams he hated so much. But it wasn't before he saw Gamma’s eyes through his dark shades, the same intense look once again focused squarely on Gage. He had no idea why he found it comforting now, though it was easy to blame to the drugs.

Pulling himself back to his feet, Gamma pressed his ratty clothed mouth right above his ear in an utterly sarcastic feeling kiss. "Oh, Porter, I'd love to see you try." And Gage could almost feel his lips move into a little grin before his Boss finally walked out of the back room, leaving him to a peace and quiet.

#gabe stfu #overboss gamma #porter gage #will i ever stop loving these two immensely?#all signs point to no #they're such dumb fools #fallout 4 #justasnippet

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yminie · 6 years

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vaunt ii (m) | jeon jungkook

sequel to vaunt

pairing: Jungkook x Reader genre/warnings: college!au, frat!au, lots of swearing lol, smut, sex toy use, orgasm denial, teasing, fingering, oral (female receiving), the return of jungkook and his ‘huge wang’ (© @gimmesumsuga 2k18 LMAO), cumshot words: 9.2k summary: True to the nature that birthed your relationship, Jungkook loves to set a challenge, and you love to try and prove him wrong.

a/n: here it is! This is it – the second and last fic in the vaunt universe! I hope you guys love it a lot and thanks for all the support on part one!

A ruckus from downstairs pulls you from sleep and you instantly groan as your eyes are scorched with the sunshine breaking through the blinds. Ear splitting pain around the back of your head has you covering your burning orbs and burying your face into the pillow beneath you, hands tugging fruitlessly at the comforter in an attempt to better shield yourself, but it doesn’t give.

“Jungkook, what the fuck.” You groan, reaching out and landing a sharp slap on his bare back, right above his ass. “Who the fuck leaves their blinds open overnight?”

“Ah! Fuck, babe, really?” He wriggles onto his side, grabbing at the burning mark you’d left behind and serving to only pull the comforter further away from you.

“Get off the blanket you–fuck! Don’t push me you weeb ass–ah!” He reaches out, grasping at your arm, but cannot stop your fall and you land in a heap on the floor, luckily with the comforter wrapped around you to cushion the landing. “Ow!”

Your head gives another painful throb, and you glare up at him as he chuckles and rests his chin on the edge of the mattress, looking down at you. “You got the blanket at least?”

“Do you have Advil in this nerd lair? Because you’re already giving me a headache.” He laughs, rubbing the back of his neck and stretching with a grunt as he falls back onto the bed, out of your sight.

“Nah but there’s orange juice and painkillers downstairs, want me to get some for you?” You smile to yourself just for a moment at his offer but shake your head, regardless of the fact that he can’t see you.

“No I gotta pee anyway, I’ll go.” You unfold yourself from the blanket and reach for the first item of clothing in your vicinity, slipping Jungkook’s black t-shirt from the night before over your head and standing on achy legs. You force yourself to suck it up even as a sharp twinge stabs through your stomach; you took the dick, you’ll wear the pain.

Jungkook reaches out just as you step away and lands a light smack on your bare ass just under the hem of the shirt, and quickly steals the comforter off the floor once more in your absence, and you leave him chuckling to himself as you venture into the hall.

The frat is a complete mess, as could be expected from a Friday night party, and as you make a beeline for the –clearly already been cleaned– kitchen, a low whistle sounds from the couches behind you.

“That is a very short ensemble, _____. Please, feel free to bend over for us.” You fix Jimin with a glare, noting the pink flush still in his cheeks and the cheeky grin – he’s still drunk.

“How about you bend over so I can shove something where the sun doesn’t shine, Park?” He falls back against Taehyung’s shoulder with peals of laughter, waking the younger from his light slumber and making him jostle the cup of water nestled between his thighs, covering himself in the liquid.

“I thought girls were meant to be in good moods after a decent dicking down?” Yoongi quips, pulling another giggle from Jimin’s quickly reddening face, and you turn on your heel, juice and painkillers in hand.

“Is that why you’ve been so grumpy, Yoonie? Haven’t had a good dicking in a while?” Taehyung splutters, water bursting from his lips and showering Jimin, but the intoxicated boy is too far gone in his cackling, sliding slowly off the couch, to even notice. You can hear Yoongi cursing back at you as you jog back upstairs.

Jungkook lifts his head from the pillow at the sound of the door clicking shut, and you offer him a small smile through squinting eyes as you cross the room to close the blinds. Sighing in relief once your retinas are safe, you make your way back to the bed and down your painkillers and a large mouthful of juice before offering the same to Jungkook who smiles gratefully.

“Your bed is so soft.” Relaxing back against the pillows, you pull the comforter up to your chin, yelping when Jungkook’s hands, cold from the cup, sneak around your waist and pull you into his chest. He only chuckles, squeezing you between his muscular arms and shuffling down under the blanket to nuzzle his face between your breasts and making you giggle.

“Your boobies are so soft.” Snorting, you throw a well-aimed palm at the back of his head, which only serves to make him press his face closer before shaking it side to side quickly and you try to push him away with a yelp.

“Ew, don’t motorboat me!”

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Irene laughs freely at the way you’re hitting your forehead on the table in front of you, reaching across with the assumption that you aren’t noticing her steal your fries. “It’s not that bad, _____. You’re not the only person that has to resit that assessment. Besides, isn’t it better you’re getting another chance to improve your score?”

“I already tried my best, what do they want from me?” You swat at her thieving fingers when she reaches for another chip and she snorts, slapping your hand right back before dipping the fry into her own tomato sauce. “I’m gonna be stuck studying the same shit all weekend!”

“You don’t have to study all weekend. Plus a certain someone will be there tomorrow night.” You glare at her, scraping the pickles off your cheeseburger and watching her steal them too. “No doubt he can help you de-stress.”

“Why do you say it like that? He’s my actual boyfriend, not some high school crush.” Your burger has grown cold in the time you’ve spent forming the red mark above your eyebrows, but you’re a partially broke college student and what you get is what you get. “Plus I see him every damn day, nothing special.”

“Because as hard as he is for you, you’re soft for Jeon Jungkook and I know you’ll never admit it.” You simply roll your eyes, stealing one of her nuggets in retaliation and poking your tongue out at the offended expression you get in return.

“Who’s soft for Jeon Jungkook and won’t admit it?” You groan again, quickly trying to move your tray away from another pair of thieving digits, but Yoongi is much faster than normal with food at stake.

“It’s okay, I already know she is.” Jungkook settles on the other side of you, sitting sideways on the bench and sliding closer to you to wrap an arm around your waist. You roll your eyes again when he leans in to kiss your cheek, nuzzling his nose against you with a wide smile as you try to hide your own from Irene’s beady eyed grin.

“Okay, honestly, get your own food!” Yoongi ignores you; taking another bite of your cheeseburger while you huff in annoyance, face twisting at the moisture in Jungkook’s shirt from playing basketball but leaning against him regardless. “You owe me a cheeseburger meal. Both of you.” Irene grins, tearing her nugget in half between her teeth, and Yoongi silently takes a twenty out of his wallet and throws it down in front of you.

“Buy a couple, I’m hungry as hell.” You cheer, standing quickly to walk up to the counter, but a small tug on your elbow has you pausing to face Jungkook, quirking your eyebrow at his cheeky grin as he follows closely behind you.

“I got your text about the resit next week and I know you’re stressed out but are you still coming to the party?” You both move aside as someone clears their throat behind Jungkook, obviously impatient to see if one of you is planning on ordering.

“Even if I wasn’t, I don’t doubt Irene would drag me kicking and screaming from our dorm if I tried to stay home.” He snorts before glancing at the man standing just behind you in line, hand cupping your waist while he leans in even closer to whisper in a way that has you dreading whatever he’s planned up.

“Well make sure you come over early then ‘cause I have something for you. Something to make the party a lot more fun.” You stare at him for a minute, suspicion swimming in your eyes as you squint.

“Just what are you planning, Jeon Jungkook?” He doesn’t reply this time, merely nudging you towards the counter where the worker is waiting for you to order with a bored look on her face.

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“Oh shit, hang on!” You huff at the sudden voice, the exertion of having pushed against the front door of Beta Tau for the past minute or so making you out of breath, and moments later Jimin’s face appears in the slight gap you’d managed to make. “Hey, _____!”

“What the hell is behind there? I knocked and knocked but nobody came out!” Jimin disappears again and grunts in effort, the drag of furniture accompanying him, and then the door swings open smoothly and he waves you in with an embarrassed giggle.

“Heh, sorry about that. Tae knocked over a vase while taking out the trash and of course left me alone to clean it up, as always. Plus,” he pauses, fishing the earbuds from the neck of his muscle tee, “had these in. Didn’t notice you pushing until you almost squished me with it!”

Sarcastically, he reaches out to poke your bicep in faux appreciation of your ‘muscles’ and you roll your eyes, stepping around him with a playful shove. “Yeah, yeah I’m sure. How did your guys’ sport meet go? Looks like you had quite the time.” And you’re not kidding; the place is still a mess, popcorn, red cups and beer bottles littering the living area.

“Oh yeah, it got pretty crazy!” Jimin grins, surprisingly bright after what you’re sure was a big night, but then again he’s no stranger to still being intoxicated the next day. “Pretty sure your pretty little boyfriend is still upstairs sleeping it off, haven’t seen him since…5 am?”

“Oh god.” It’s half past four, and if he was still asleep then no doubt he must’ve hit the meet up way too hard last night. Jimin doesn’t speak at your groan of dread, merely flashing you a grin before lifting a red cup towards you in cheers, and you shake your head as you step around the bags of trash at the landing of the stairs and jog up to the second floor.

The familiar sounds of ‘morning after’ –regardless of the fact of it being mid afternoon– wash over you as you trail down the hallway, and you suspect the person loudly vomiting in the first bathroom is Hoseok – he’s never been very good at holding his alcohol.

Hushed voices behind various closed doors as well as the gentle bass of an instrumental you don’t recognize, and you pause in front of Jungkook’s door to watch a girl you don’t recognize walk down the hall. Her hair is a complete mess, makeup all over the place and heels in hand, but she doesn’t offer you a second glance as she hurries along to the stairs.

Glancing back, you notice it’s Taehyung’s door that she’s escaped from, and moments later he appears himself, shirtless and tired but a sleepy grin adorning his face when he makes eye contact with you. “Morning, _____!”

“Uh, Tae it’s the middle of the afternoo–” You’re cut off by Yoongi’s door opening next to Taehyung, and his fuzzy head barely peeks through the gap before he’s fixing the younger with a blurry glare.

“Shut the fuck up, Taehyung. You’re so noisy.” Taehyung just keeps walking, rubbing absentmindedly on the nail marks littering his side. “Next time you have a fourth fucking round, be a little more considerate of the people trying to sleep.”

“Good morning to you too, Hyung!”

Seconds later and Taehyung has disappeared into the second bathroom, not bothering to knock even though the shower is clearly running, and you faintly hear Seokjin protesting his intrusion.

“It’s 5pm, you fucking nympho.” Yoongi grunts to himself, nodding at you without further comment and retreating back into his pitch-black cave, and you chuckle to yourself before finally cracking the door of Jungkook’s room.

It takes your eyes a few seconds to adjust to the darkness, but you finally locate the large lump of comforter on the bed and shuffle forwards to lean one knee on the mattress, dropping your bag to the floor. “Kook, you awake?”

There’s nothing but silence for a few moments before you hear a muffled groan and one arm emerges from within to flail around in an attempt to reach for you, and you grasp his warm wrist with a chuckle before he manages to punch you accidentally. “How you feeling?”

“Nnnngh–fuck.” The lump moves slightly but quickly gives up, and you realize his pillow is also covering his head. “Fuuuck¬–”

You snort, dropping his wrist and reaching for the water bottle half hanging out of his discarded book bag beside the bed. Luckily, it still has half the water left, and you poke him with it to pull out another curse.

“Drink some; it’s water. And you clearly need it.” His arm doesn’t lift from the bed, merely opens and slides towards you, and you watch, amused, as he pulls the bottle under the blanket and pillow before you hear the sound of him taking large mouthfuls, forcing you to uncover him quickly. “Kook, you’ll make yourself vomit if you drink too fas–oh my god, what the fuck did you do to your hair?!”

“Babe, please don’t yell my head is pounding!” His eyes squint even though there’s barely any light peaking through the blinds, and he ignores your gaping expression – pressing his face into the mattress and hiding his bleary eyes.

“Your hair is red, Jungkook! Not even red, its fucking pink. Bright fucking pink!” He groans again, rolling onto his back now and rubbing at his face. His torso is bare, and you can see the skin on the sides of his neck is tinged pink from the messy dye job.

“I know it’s pink, I lost a fucking bet with Jimin-hyung and he blindfolded me and dyed my hair, I don’t wanna talk about it.” You reach out and flatten the tuft sticking up on the side of his head, still dazed by the change in colour. It certainly doesn’t look bad, but you’d left Jungkook Friday afternoon with his hair dark brown like normal, and the bright shade it was now definitely required some sort of pre-warning.

“Isn’t this your karma for last year when you made him dye his hair baby pink?” You can’t help but laugh at his unamused expression, and run your fingers through his hair again, slowly adjusting to the colour. “It’s gonna be so fucking bright when you go outside–”

“Fucks sake.” He sits up with a heavy grunt, holding his head as he leans towards you and buries his face in your shoulder, and you rub the hair at the back of his head with a smile, scrunching your nose at the sweaty, alcohol smell that still lingers on his skin. “I’m pretty sure I’m still drunk.”

“Ha! You should probably shower then, drunkie.” You ruffle his hair, ignoring his complaints as you stand up from the bed and grab his towel from the hook behind his door. “Go on, I’ll make you something to eat.”

“Nooo!” He sticks to you like a leech, almost knocking you over with his weight as he pulls you closer, and you giggle at the pout on his face, even if he’s still frowning from his hangover. “Come shower with me?”

“I’m not the one that needs a shower, and you need to eat something to soak up all that alcohol.” He pouts harder as he nuzzles your stomach with his nose, and you push him away with a smile, throwing the towel over his head and leaving it there covering his face. “Go now, I can hear Jin coming out of the bathroom.”

He relents this time, standing and stretching his tired, lean torso carefully while you admire his figure unabashedly. And soon enough he’s clean and mostly dressed, sat atop the comforter as he eats the last of the sandwich you’d made. “You came over pretty early, I was expecting you to come later.”

“You did ask me to come over early, remember? You can sleep more if you want, I have to get ready anyway.” He shakes his head, sliding his empty plate onto the bedside table before leaning down to rummage in the bottom drawer for a few seconds.

“No I wanted you here for a reason. I got this!” He grins, pulling a package out of the drawer along with a pair of scissors and placing them in front of you.

“Wow, would it kill you to invest in some wrapping paper?” You can’t help but tease, even if he only brushes you off with an amused roll of his eyes.

“Just open it.” You do as he says, cutting through the tape holding the box closed before opening the flaps and digging through the paper stuffing until you found another, smaller box. But this one had pictures on the outside and you felt your cheeks flush with heat.

“Jungkook, we’ve been dating for barely a month and you think you can put things up my butt? I don’t know what kind of weird, kinky hentai you’ve been watching, but there is no way this is–” Jungkook splutters before snatching the box from you, and you snort.

“Did they send me the wrong thing?!” He stares into the box before lifting his gaze to glare at you, and you stroke his arm gently with a chuckle, reaching to take the box out and opening it quickly.

“A remote control vibrator huh? Just what are you planning to do with this tonight?” You pull the little device from the plastic casing gently, and Jungkook immediately makes a grab for the remote that falls out behind it. “Because I can tell you right now, if you’re lying and planning to try and get this into my butt, you’ve got another thing coming.”

“No, I’m leaving your butt alone…for now.” You roll your eyes at his grin and give him a suspicious look as he leans in towards you, but fall into his gentle kiss anyway. His tongue glides across your lower lip slowly, just gently parting your lips with the tip of the slick muscle, and you hum a moan as he presses you back against the pillows with a gentle push.

“Just wanted to have a little fun, you know we enjoy the competition. And I have a little challenge for you tonight.” It doesn’t take Jungkook long to wind you up, his bare torso pressing against you warmly and his mouth claiming yours with ease as he rolls his hips against you.

Your moans are muffled by his kiss, breathing coming in heavy pants through your nose as you press yourself ever closer to him when his thigh parts yours to press against the apex of your thighs.

“Hmpf!” You whimper under your breath when the next swivel of his hips has his tensed thigh muscle rubbing against your core, and you automatically respond with a lift of your hips to get closer to the sensation.

Jungkook’s hardened length is obvious against your hip, but he ignores his own need in favor of grinding his thigh even harder against you, and you break away from his mouth with a gasp. “A-And just what is this challenge?”

“You’re so warm, hmm.” Jungkook nuzzles your jaw gently, suckling against the sensitive skin beneath your ear and making you arch up into his chest at the spike of pleasure it invokes. “I want to see how long it takes for you to break and beg me to fuck you.”

Your panties are slowly starting to stick to your core uncomfortably, and you shift your hips with a whine, hands tangled in Jungkook’s hair and pulling his head closer to your neck.

“Mmf–more!” He chuckles against your chest where you’re pushing him closer to the neckline of your shirt, and suckles gently against the swell of your cleavage before sitting up slightly. Humming at the way you whine in complaint at his retreat, he shushes you while soothing your need with slow rolls of his thigh between yours.

“None of this will be any fun later if you cum now, baby. Let’s not move too fast.” You pout; frown marring your expression that had been filled with such pleasure so little ago. He laughs more heartily at your obvious disappointment, but continues on with his plan, sitting up on his knees and picking up the little vibrator from where you’d dropped it on the bed.

The device looks exactly as it does on the box – a bright pink silicone bullet with a looped string on the end to help the removal process. You find yourself chewing your lip as Jungkook sends you a serene smile even as his free hand fiddles with the button of your jeans until it flicks open.

The two of you work together to shuffle the fabric down your legs, but Jungkook only lets it bunch around your knees before flipping you with surprising ease to land on your stomach.

“Oh!” You gasp as he tugs you up onto your knees, face pressed into the mattress, and promptly groan as he swipes his tongue across your damp folds with a wide smile, completely avoiding your clit. “Hng–ah! You fucking tease!”

“Just gotta get you wet enough baby, you know that.” Jungkook moans against your heat as he feels your walls give way to the intrusion of his long tongue, and his arm wraps under your hips and up around your lower back to hold a firm hand against your backside.

“God, please just fuck me!” The vibrations of his moans intensify when he growls at your pleading, and you shudder under his tongue when the noise rattles each vertebra in your spine.

“Don’t tempt me baby girl, unless you don’t plan on leaving my room at all tonight.” You hiss when he swats your thigh with the tips of his fingers, and his mouth fixes against the swell of your ass to suck kisses against the skin while his fingers gather the wetness he’d left behind. “I’ll fuck you long and hard later, but you need to behave for now.”

“P-Promise?” You breathe out a moan as his finger sinks into you, swirling to spread and collect any wetness covering your walls before twisting to find the more sensitive little bundle of muscles within.

“Yeah baby, I promise.” Jungkook’s mouth cuts off any further comment you might have made when he latches onto your clit, and you cry out into the pillow beneath you as a second finger breaches your walls with the new gush of wetness it triggers. He simply enjoys the way you shake and whine under his ministrations for a minute before finally pulling out his fingers and dislodging his mouth with one final wet suckle on your clit.

“Mm–no, wait–” You groan in complaint when you feel the smoother, cooler touch of the silicone at your fluttering entrance, and you can practically feel Jungkook’s grin as he swirls the tip in small circles just to tease you. It’s not much thickness wise, about the same as his two fingers, but the weight and texture as the little bullet slides smoothly into you is instantly obvious.

“Just a little more, baby, it looks so good–fuck.” Jungkook plays with the string a little, dragging the bullet against your walls to see your entrance stretch open against the pull, before repeating the process once more to ensure the vibe is completely coated in your slick before he lets it go.

“Shit–” You take a deep breath, willing yourself to calm down with the knowledge that Jungkook wasn’t going to make you cum, but the weight and pressure of the toy inside you makes your need even harder to ignore. Jungkook’s hand feels heavy itself when he strokes up and down your spine soothingly before grasping your hips and easing you down to the mattress and then onto your side. “H–ah!”

He cant help his wide smile when you hum and gasp as the bullet shift inside you, big enough and pressed deep enough that it puts weight just above your gspot – enough to make your head spin.

“Feel okay?” Stroking your bare hips for a second, Jungkook leans down to kiss the corner of your mouth before shuffling down the bed and starting to redress your lower half. You try to help, lifting your hips and bending in an attempt to pull your bottoms up yourself, but your body is still adjusting to the new stimulation, and you’re forced to just let him do it instead.

“You’re expecting me to walk around the party all night and no doubt dance and everything, all with this thing inside me? Are you insane?” You nudge him with your foot petulantly, still somewhat bitter at your lack of release, but Jungkook simply smiles and buttons your jeans with a chuckle.

“Well I suppose you could sit down all night, even though it’s less fun.” He grins wide at your splutter and dodges the next hit you aim his way, sliding from the mattress onto his feet and reaching to grab a tee shirt off the floor.

__________

Parties in the cooler autumn months mean bonfires in the yard, and with the stress of exam prep you’d endured the past week it’s definitely long overdue for you to get a chance to relax. The party had already started before the sun was all the way down, and when you finally finish getting ready and make your way to the backyard, it’s not hard to locate your boyfriend.

“That hair is like a beacon, I’m not losing you in a hurry.” Jungkook grunts slightly when you land in his lap –not seeming to notice the way you yourself gasp lowly– but quickly makes more room for you to situate yourself properly. He automatically offers you a sip of his drink, but the moment the fumes reach your nose and you spot the brightly colored liquid you immediately dodge the cup. “God, didn’t you learn something from last night? Jimin’s cocktails are not a good idea.”

“Just ‘cause you cant handle the heat!” You can feel a shoe poking you in the back, and you shoot Jimin a glare over your shoulder, to which he only giggles and makes himself more comfortable where he’s laid back on the couch with his head in Taehyung’s lap.

“He woke up with pink hair, I think the question of who can ‘handle the heat’ is already answered.” You ignore Jungkook’s groan and shoot Jimin another smile. “Besides, handling the heat and dumb seem to coincide, no?”

“We all know I was just returning the favor, after being nicknamed cotton candy boy by the rest of my team last year!” Jimin glares at the side of Jungkook’s head, but the younger remains unbothered – drinking slowly from his cup with a grin.

“Yes but you were talked into that bet so easy, Chim, she’s not wrong about the dumb part.” Yoongi chimes in from the other side of the fire, Irene nestled against his side in an attempt to reach across him to the bottle in his other hand, and she throws you a wave with bleary eyes and pink cheeks. “You two go together well! Dumber and Dumbest.”

All while the boys throw insults a compare similar idiocies from parties past, Jungkook remains quiet, seemingly content with his cheek leant to your shoulder and his palm holding the curve of your ass. His short nails catch on the texture of your denim jeans, tickling your skin underneath, and you shift on his lap as a throb of warmth echoes through you.

“Feeling okay?” You don’t have to look at him; you can feel his cheek is tight from smiling so hard, and at your stubborn refusal to give him the pleasure of admitting how effected you already are, his chest vibrates with laughter. “Don’t ignore me baby~.”

“I’m not ignoring you, you needy brat.” You roll your eyes, unable to help your smile when you look down to find his eyes shining up at you, and his hold tightens on your hips as he leans up to press his lips to your jaw.

“_____, you drinking?” You blink.

“Hm?” Turning from giving Jungkook unnecessary attention to face, you look towards Jimin as he sits up and stretches his arms high above his head, flashing a peek of his toned tummy to the group as he groans before waving his empty cup towards you. “Oh, yeah I am. You going in to get a refill?”

“Baby~. Can you get me a refill too?” Jungkook flutters his eyelashes sickeningly sweetly up at you, and you can distantly hear Hoseok and Namjoon losing their shit across the circle, gagging loudly.

“If I must ¬– I’ll come with you Chim.” You take Jungkook’s cup with a roll of your eyes, and stand to meet Jimin, managing to take a step before your legs give way beneath you and you fall towards the elder–right into his lap.

The bullet had sprung to life inside you, heavy vibrations rushing through your aching core and aftershocks stimulating your clit just enough to blindside you for a moment, and when your head clears from the shock you can hear Jimin and Irene saying your name in mild alarm.

“I thought you hadn’t had anything to drink yet babe, you okay?” You sniff, shrugging off Jungkook’s fake concern when you instantly recognize the smugness ringing in his voice. The bullet is still once more, vibrations ceased as fast as they’d started, and when you look towards your boyfriend you now realize his hand is tucked safely into his jacket pocket, out of sight.

“I’m fine, just uh, dead leg I guess.” You don’t check anyone’s faces to see if your lame excuse was convincing, but promptly squeak in surprise when Jimin uses his steadying grip on your hips to pull you to your feet.

The thought of looking him in the eyes after almost face planting his dick is a little too much, and you avoid any eye contact you as hide your blush behind your hair, choosing to turn and shoot Jungkook one last look of warning before you proceed back into the house.

The few hours following that incident go relatively smoothly, Jungkook not pulling any more surprises on you yet, and the relaxed vibe from the party almost causes you to forget you’ve even got the little device inside you.

Drink after drink leads you to follow Irene to the dance floor, and the two of you quickly merge yourselves into the middle of the mob, the moisture of warm bodies and vigorous dancing quickly coating your skin. The blurriness of your eyes paired with the darkness of the room means it doesn’t take long for you to lose her in the crowd, and it also means you don’t realize anyone’s approaching you until he already has his hands on your shoulders.

“You look like you’re having fun!” Jimin grins, admiring the way you spin and twist before him with excitement sparkling in your eyes, but he doesn’t miss the way you glance around to see if Jungkook is with him. “He’s still outside – told me you were in here dancing and I saw you were alone. Thought I’d come and keep you company!”

You don’t reply; merely grinning in acceptance and quickly taking a hold of his wrists before spinning him in a circle and throwing your arms up into the air. Jimin giggles loudly, returning the favor and spinning you so fast you almost lose your footing, stumbling against his chest, and that’s when it happens.

“Hngk!” You keel over in Jimin’s gentle hold, forehead hitting his shoulder and your nails dimpling the soft leather of his jacket as the vibe springs to life again. The weight of it feeling even more intense now it seems to be slipping, and you automatically clench around the device to keep it from escaping your slick walls, which is a grave mistake.

The tightening of your core nestles the end of the bullet right against your gspot, and you force yourself to pretend that you didn’t just moan into the cotton covering Jimin’s shoulder. You can faintly hear him asking if you’re okay, if you’re gonna be sick, if you need his help, but you ignore him completely and make a dash for the door, eyes flickering around the room in an attempt to spot your boyfriend, but he is no where to be found.

You make it to the bathroom, though each step is almost painful, and the moment the door is shut behind you, you collapse against the counter – thighs shaking with the effort it’s taking to hold you up while your body starts to ready itself for climax.

The thought of just taking the infernal little thing out before you can finish appears, but having already been denied a release today you figure it wouldn’t hurt to let the situation run its course. And it would, if Jungkook wasn’t content on playing with you even more.

Poor Jimin was very confused Came looking for me straight away Said you looked like you were going to be sick Said you were groaning in pain What would he say if he knew…?

The vibrations die down slightly, and you whine quietly in protest at the knowledge that he clearly wasn’t going to let you finish. Staring down at your phone as each message comes through, you find yourself clenching harder around the device, thighs pressing together in an attempt to prolong your pleasure. But as always, Jungkook can read you without even being in the same room – nor even speaking to you.

All sensations die down, and you groan in annoyance, head tipping back against the wall as you try and breathe to calm yourself down, but you choke on your own spit when a pulse jets through you from the bullet, and then again, and again. Of course the damn thing had different modes, you should have known!

You’re probably close huh, baby? So close and yet so far… All you have to do is say the magic words And I’ll walk straight into that bathroom and fuck you like you want me to I’m right outside baby Just say the words

“I give up!” The door squeaks, wood sliding against the doorframe and the sound of the bass emitting down the hall echoes of the tiles, muffling the sound of Jungkook’s shoes as he strolls into the room before the door locks shut with a click. “Fuck you, I hate you so much.”

“Oh? You don’t look like you hate me.” And he’s right, the reflection in the mirror; he flush in your cheeks, the sweat dampening your brow and the way your chest is heaving with each pulsation the bullet pushes through your walls. “You look like you want me – badly.”

“Please just fuck me, you said you’d fuck me!” Jungkook’s body heats at the raw desire swimming in your eyes, desperation bleeding into your inhibitions and rendering them void. Oh, how he loves when you ask him, gaze begging him to ruin you, body just calling for his touch.

“Yes I did, but I didn’t say when. And I’m quite enjoying the show.” Jungkook steps closer and you immediately reach out to pull him against you, pressing your heaving breasts into his chest and moaning as a sudden gush of wetness has your panties starting to stick uncomfortably against your folds.

“Kook, please, I’ll do whatever you want!” A faint click has the pulsations whirring back up to a constant thrum, and you can feel even more moisture dampening your core and seeping through to stain against the crotch of your jeans. It was baffling how he could do this, turn you into such a mess when just ten minutes ago, anything remotely akin to this was so far from your mind.

“Whatever I want? Hm?” Jungkook’s grin grows as he leans down towards you, and the press of his lips finally against your skin almost makes your knees buckle. Another click sounds and the vibrations intensify, the white noise of blood rushing through your ears filling your head as you become lost in the pleasure, every ounce of your being centred on that one small point of contact. “What if I don’t want you to cum yet?”

“J-Jungk–kngk–” Your voice cracks into a sob when the pulsations fluctuate once again and Jungkook pulls back to watch as your expression morphs with each emotion that rushes through you. The unadulterated pleasure that covers your face when your release starts to peak has his erection throbbing with want, calling for him to just hurry up and give in to what you want, but he’s set on playing with you just a little bit longer.

Slotting his thigh between yours, he presses his lips more firmly to your jaw, suckling against the flesh when you arch up into his touch, and he moans as your hip brushes against his swollen cock in an attempt grind your covered core against the thick muscle. You moan just as earnestly back at him, nails digging easily through his shirt to press crescent half moons into his skin, and you buck against him desperately as your orgasm starts to build.

Jungkook’s can feel with his hand on your side just how fast and hard your heart is beating, sweat beading in the curve of your spine where you’re arched sharply against him, and he pulls back from your jaw to shift his hand to your neck. Moaning as his hand closes around your throat, you cry out as he tugs you away from the wall and pushes you to meet the counter front on, hips finding the edge of the basin painfully as he steps up behind you.

“Bend over baby.” You do as he says hurriedly; elbows hitting the counter and lungs gasping for air at the reprieve you get when he lifts his hold on your throat and uses rushed fingers to unbutton your jeans. They don’t even make it all the way off, merely trapping your thighs and giving you even less room to work with, and soon your panties are just the same, ruining the smooth skin of your inner thighs with streaks of shiny slick.

“F-Fuck!” Somewhere past the white noise in your head, you can hear Jungkook groaning out how good it looks when he grasps the string connected to the bullet and pulls it free from your core, but you whine in protest and push back in an attempt to keep the vibe inside you.

“Look at that eager little pussy, so desperate to cum, hm?” Jungkook’s mouth meets the back of your shoulder, teeth grazing the skin just enough to have shudders wracking your spine before he nips you playfully. His words don’t register, your brain too overloaded on sensation to let you concentrate, but he doesn’t need you to tell him when you’re going to cum; it’s written all over your face.

Pulling the vibe free from your core, he lets his fingers trail over your swollen folds, the trickle of wetness following the little device dirtying his fingers and running rivulets down to where your jeans are trapping your legs. Your walls are already so receptive, swollen and pulsing from the sudden lack of stimulation, and so when he slides his digits into the soft flesh and crooks the pads of fingers into the most sensitive patch of nerves, you fall weak in his hold.

You don’t even realize it but your hips start to undulate, the need that had been building all night feeding into your desperation and leaving you with no other thought in mind but to cum. Jungkook leans back to watch you at work, hissing through his teeth when the sight of his fingers being engulfed by your puffy folds sends another painful throb through his cock.

Two fingers turns into three, and you cry out with a sharp convulsion as you keel over to press your forehead to the counter, your arousal making it so easy for his fingers to stretch you open, and you almost cry in relief at the thought that you will finally get to feel his cock as your core tightens to cum–

And then he’s gone, fingers pulled from your core and heat disappearing from behind you, and you are livid.

Whirling on your heavy feet, legs shaking and eyes turning wet with tears of frustration that you refuse to let fall, you glare heavily at Jungkook’s smug expression, turning angrier as the sight of his tongue peeking out to lick the slick from his fingers echoes a throb in your core.

All flushed cheeks and clumsy hands, you maintain your anger as you yank your jeans and panties up your thighs and fix the opening firmly shut, letting the discomfort of the way your underwear had rolled up with your harsh pulling fuel you. And then, ignoring Jungkook’s baffled expression, you pat down your hair and give yourself a quick once over in the mirror and storm from the bathroom.

The struggle that is getting through the crowded hallway to the stairs and up to the second landing, the hoards of people in your way while you’re already so on edge, ensures that by the time you do reach Jungkook’s room, you’re just as incensed as you had been when you’d left him downstairs. And true to his nature, Jungkook appears no less than 35 seconds later, slipping silently into the room and locking the door firmly before finally turning to you.

He watches with wide eyes yet barely masked amusement as you strip yourself of each item of clothing, one by one, until your panties hit the floor in a damp bundle and you’re completely bare.

Marching forwards determinedly, you refuse to be sated by the fact he steps forwards to meet you and instantly push him back to meet the door before taking his lips viciously with your own. He hums as you suck his lower lip between your teeth, helping you to peel off his jacket and separating only momentarily to discard his shirt, and then turning your positions and knocking your back into the wall.

When your hands have had their fill of the toned muscles lining his torso, and his fingers fall to the zip of his fly, you pull away from his mouth with a harsh nip against his swollen flesh, and push him down until he’s in line with your dripping heat. “Fix it.”

“Oh? And here I thought you were angry at me. But look how wet I got you with my little game, hm?” The cockiness in his eyes makes your blood boil even hotter than just your arousal, and your expressions contorts akin to a snarl, nails threatening to break through his skin.

But his grin only grows and you don’t hesitate to twist your fingers into his hair and pull his mouth to the apex of your thighs, legs buckling at the instant pleasure.

“F-fuck–ah!” Jungkook seems to sense you’re in no mood for teasing and urges your shaky leg to hook over his shoulder in order to grant him deeper access to your leaking entrance. He dives in without hesitation, suckling hard on your swollen, sensitive clit and humming in delight as your back arches sharply off the wall and your fingers pull his hair tight at the pleasure.

Your earlier orgasm doesn’t take long to arise, and you whimper pleadingly as the tips of Jungkook’s fingers part your glistening folds and sink deep within your clenching walls. You immediately push down to meet his digits, clit grazing over the front of his teeth before you lift yourself again and undulate your hips.

Jungkook releases a guttural groan as the slick sound of your walls gliding over his fingers fills the room, and you bite down heavily on your lip to contain your noises of ecstasy. The motions of your grinding against his tongue and fingers leaves his nose, cheeks and chin covered in the moisture of your pleasure, and you let your head tip back to rest against the wall as you move with even more vigor, chasing your release.

You cum with a loud squeak, the tang of iron filling your mouth as your teeth tear into the delicate flesh of your inner lip, and Jungkook easily takes over where your hips stutter and pause. Nose digging into the softer flesh below your navel, he tongues hard at your clit as he braces himself and fucks you viciously with his three drenched fingers, curling deeply into your tender gspot.

You wince momentarily at the overstimulation but quickly melt into his embrace as he drags you towards a second release; a dopey, lidded expression of ecstasy on your face even as you flush and gasp, growing lightheaded as you struggle to stand straight above him. But he’s determined, and within a minute you’re driven over the edge once more, tears of pleasure welling in your eyes and shining across your cheekbones as you tremble and shudder in his hold.

Jungkook stands, ignoring the sharp ache in his knees from the hard floor, and immediately loops an arm around your waist to hold you steady as his lips meet yours, thumb of his clean hand stroking away the moisture on your cheeks. “Better?”

“Fuck me.” He chuckles at your slurred words, pressing his lips to your cheek just gently before sucking your lip between his and pulling you from the wall.

You stumble back blindly, led by the pressure of his warm body against yours, and when the backs of your knees find the side of the mattress you fall back willingly, hair splayed around your head and bare breasts bouncing together with the force of your fall. Jungkook stands over you, lips still shining with the taste of you, and you lean up on your elbows, legs parted to invite him in, as he flicks open the fly of his jeans. The pile of denim meets the floor the same time as his knees hit the mattress behind your thighs, and your legs hook over his hips to pull him in.

“Mmf!” You moan against his mouth as his tongue twines with yours deeply, teeth nipping at the tip of your wet muscle before his own glides a wet shine across your lips, and you lick hungrily at them when he pulls away to chase any trace of his flavor left behind.

“Can’t wait to fuck that tight little pussy, baby.” The vibration of his words spoken against the inside of your knee sends sparks across you skin that break out in goose bumps and you whine petulantly with a cant of your hips against his. “Roll over, show me where you want it.”

Your limbs feel weak but you muster the energy to do as he asks quickly, snatching a pillow from the head of the bed and hugging it to your chest as you flip onto your front. The fabric muffles your next moan when his hands take a handful of each ass cheek to spread your folds wide, humming in appreciation as his breath washes over your soaked core.

A cry is ripped from your throat as his mouth finds your entrance one last time, teeth careful but firm as he grazes your labia and sucks each one between his lips before gathering all the wetness in his mouth and depositing it right against the dip of your hole. “K-Kook, please–”

“Hold your pussy open, don’t let it drip off.” Your ass smarts as his hand swats roughly against your cheek and you turn your head to the side to breathe as your arms abandon the pillow to reach back. Your nails dimple the soft flesh beside your mound as you pull each side open, and you arch your spine invitingly as you lay in wait. “Fuck, yes.”

The tip of his cock slaps wetly against your core, his hips rolling slowly as he drags the underside through the slick he’d so carefully placed, and his hands find the curves of your waist as he leans over you. You arch your back even further until you’re forced to stop by a painful twinge in your spine, and he hisses as your movements cause the head of his length to catch on your entrance with his next thrust.

No words are needed as he tilts his hips up and presses forward into your heat, the stretch warming your bones and pushing the air from your lungs as he manages to get halfway in before drawing back slowly. The second push is a lot smoother, and he quickly bottoms out with a deep groan, hips twitching with slight sensitivity as your walls wrap tight around his cock.

“S-So, big, hhngk–” The words are hard to manage with the way you’re pinned to the bed, and you think back to the first time you’d had sex with him. Just how impossible it’d seemed at the time for his large girth and length to fit inside you, but the amount of foreplay you’d endured all day meant your walls were stretched and slick, more ready for him than ever.

“I fuck you every day, and you’re still so fucking tight baby.” Jungkook lifts one hand from your waist to lean on his forearm next to your head, and the heat of his lips as they glide across your shoulder to suck bruises along the curve of your neck adds to the fire that he’s sparking deep in your abdomen. His pace fastens gradually, back curved over you to hit hard and deep, and your knees start to slip against the comforter under the force, making the tip of his cock drag hard against your gspot. “Y-You like knowing –fuck– how hard I was all night? Knowing your tight little cunt was nice and wet, just waiting to get fucked?”

“Oh my god–” Your thighs shake as the knot he’s forming in your core tightens unbearably, and your hips drop to the bed as your walls throb, release closing in on you despite how exhausted you’re becoming. “Baby–”

But Jungkook takes it in stride, shifting with barely a pause to straddle your left leg and tip you on your side, hand hooking under your right knee and pulling your leg up until your ankle hooks over his opposite shoulder. The release on your neck and chest lets you gasp for air, and your waist twists until your shoulder blades rest comfortably on the bed and you can see his glowing face clearly as he gazes down at you reverently.

“So fucking pretty.” You moan in reply as he grinds his cock deep against you before resuming his thrusting, hand returning to your waist and keeping your hips firmly in place as he drops his head a kisses you deep. Your moans mix together as you suck against the tip of his tongue, catching it as it glides across your lips, and his breath washes across your face in a cool breeze, highlighting just how flushed you must be.

“Gonna cum?” His lips brush against your cheek as you tilt your face to breathe properly, and you can barely manage a nod let alone be coherent enough to answer. “Cum for me, w-wanna feel you, beautiful.”

“G-gukk–ah!” Your hips jerk as he sits back once more, freeing up his arm and allowing him to press a quickly tongue-slicked thumb to your clit, and your body overloads in pleasure. Each muscle burns in protest at the force with which your orgasm shoots through you, and just like each joint in your body, your walls lock tightly against his length and push him to release quickly.

“M’ gonna c-cum! Can I–can I cum in your mouth?” You moan wantonly with overstimulation as his cock swells with his impending orgasm and nod eagerly, wanting desperately to watch him release. You pull your leg down from where it’s propped up against his torso just in time to give him room to leap from between your thighs, and by the time your tongue drops just past your lips and your hands press against the backs of his thighs for encouragement, he’s already pumping hard at his cock as drops of release hit your mouth.

Moaning heavily through his nose with rushed, high pitched pants of exertion, Jungkook’s kiss-swollen lips stretch in a pleased smile as he slows his hand, wiping the last beads of release at his tip against your lips like gloss and tapping just enough times to make you fix him with a playful glare.

“A work of art.” You swallow thickly while rolling your eyes, licking your lips clean and furrowing your brows as the thick liquid passes through your throat, and Jungkook drops down beside you with a groan, sweaty skin sticking to yours uncomfortably.

Now you’re relaxing the sounds of the party filter back to you, and you briefly wonder if anyone might’ve heard the two of you, but exhaustion takes over faster than you can care, and you push him out of your way as you drag yourself back up the bed to slip beneath the covers. “Baby?”

“Mm?” Jungkook looks up from where he’s leaning down to grab clean underwear out of the draw beside the bed, one of his big, oversized tshirts already in hand for you.

“Go get me a drink.” He stares at you blankly for a moment before looking down at his naked self and returning your gaze once more.

“Are you serious?” You smile, eyes drifting shut as you nuzzle further into the pillow with a shrug and stretch your aching legs under the covers. “Babe, I’m naked.”

“You’re the one that wanted to come in my mouth, hun.” Jungkook huffs and complains all through redressing himself into his jeans and shirt from earlier, trying hard to make his hair not seem so freshly sex mussed and with one last glance at you, slips from the room with a loud groan.

“If the sex wasn’t so good I swear–”

“Mmhm.”

#bts smut #jungkook smut #jungkook imagines #jungkook scenarios #jungkook one shot #bts imagines #bts scenarios #bts one shot #vaunt #sorry this is so late!!#I may or may not have rewrote like 3k of it last night #hope you all love it <3

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Pennywise and the Dancing Girl

Chapter 8: Anything and Everything

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SUMMARY: Emma has been controlled and haunted by the clown of many names for as long as she remembered. However, that begins to change once she meets Henry Bowers, the local asshole.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I’d like to apologize once again for the long time hiatus. I’ve been quite busy lately and I haven’t had time to write. However, I’m trying to finish this series as soon as possible, so I can start writing the sequel series! Also, this chapter was meant to be a lot longer, but it ended up being too long, so I decided to split it into two parts!

WARNINGS: Explicit language and mentions of death.

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“Let’s get outta here.”

Within those few moments, everything I felt about him changed. I didn’t know why; but all of a sudden, I felt this urge to run away with him. To do anything and everything with him.

Maybe it was because deep down, I felt like we were running out of time. Even though I had no reason to.

It was barely the beginning of July and we had plenty of time left before school started again. However, it still didn’t stop that feeling. This feeling that something was drawing closer and closer to us and when it finally came, we wouldn’t be able to stop it. Maybe it was my paranoia, my bad luck; but no matter what reason I told myself, I always knew that the true reason was because of Gray.

With him around, I could never be happy. I was even lucky to get this far, but now I knew. He was angry and he wouldn’t let me remain this way for much longer. He was ready to end it all. So, the only thing I could do now was take this opportunity with Henry and not let it waste away. I had to. I had to take his hand.

So, I did and I left him with little time to react as I pulled him out the library.

“Emma,” he called out. “Where are we going?” And I stopped. That was a good question. Where were we going? There were not many places to go to in Derry. It was a small town and we could literally scope out the entirety of it in a day. There was the arcade, the park, the theater, one of the dozen restaurants that we had, and the quarry. We had gone to all of them before, but this would be different. Now, it would just be me and him - sharing and experiencing it together. I did say that I wanted to experience anything and everything with him…didn’t I?

So, I simply turned to him and blatantly said, “Everywhere.” I searched his face for any sign of confirmation, but his eyes wouldn’t meet mine. They just focused on his shoes and I didn’t realize why until I felt the clamminess of his hand.

He was nervous, shy, and the closer I looked, I saw that his cheeks were flushed with color. It was then that I realized that I did this to him. I made him feel this way and it wasn’t until his eyes finally met mine that I also realized, he did the same to me.

We had touched plenty of times before, but never like this. At least not often as this. We had only done this two other times. The first time being the day he came to find me at the park after Patrick’s death. We had been standing close to one another, to the point where I felt his breath hitting my cheek and his nose barely grazing my forehead. He had been holding my hand in his as he gently traced the outline of my rug burn. I remember how my cheeks burned and my heart raced as he did so. And the second being just a bit ago in the library, when he ran his fingers down the scars of my neck. My breath had halted and I actually missed his touch when he pulled away. So, the real question was… Why did I feel this way? Why?

There was only one possible answer; but for some reason, it scared me too much to admit it. It would be too hard to. So, I just pulled my hand away from his and pushed the thought into the back of my mind, choosing to ignore it for now.

“How does that sound,” I asked calmly, and I waited until I got it what I was looking for - a small smirk playing at his lips.

“Where do you wanna go first?”And I couldn’t help the smile that made its way onto my own lips.

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We both decided to head to the arcade first, already making our way there. We were awfully quiet and I figured it was because we still hadn’t completely made up yet. I know he did admitted to wanting to become a better person, but he also didn’t apologize for being a dick the night of the party… Then again, I also didn’t apologize for punching him in the face. It was now or never, I thought to myself.

I glanced over at him and he looked surprisingly calm. It was very different in comparison to the usual bitch face he wore, and I quickly found myself liking this look a lot more than the other.

“Like what you see,” he questioned bluntly and I immediately turned away, trying to hide my embarrassment.

“No,” I answered. “Why would I?” And he didn’t seem convinced. Hell, I wasn’t even convinced. I knew that was a flat-out lie. Henry was always pretty to look at.

“Oh, cause you weren’t checking me out just right,” he mentioned, raising a brow.

“It’s not that. I just… I just wanted to say sorry for…well, punching you in the face I guess.”

“Don’t.”

“Don’t what?”

“Say you’re sorry. I deserved it.”

I looked at him in disbelief as he said that. Did he really just say that he deserved it? The Henry I knew would have never allowed anyone to do that to him, even if he knew he was being a dick. He never liked getting hit, even if it was done jokingly. That’s why it surprised me so much.

“Well, I might have overreacted,” I added.

“Emma.”

“Yeah?”

“You’ve never felt bad about anything you’ve done before, so don’t now, okay? I deserved it and you knew I did, that’s why you did it. It’s nothing you should be saying sorry for. Got it?”

I gazed at him for a few moments before nodding, “Yeah.” There was a short pause of silence before he spoke up again.

“That was a pretty hard punch though,” he noted with a slight smirk. “Were you trying to knock me out?”

“No,” I giggled.

“You knocked me straight on my ass.”

“Well, I can do it again. So, don’t test me.”

“You wanna bet?” And at that, the both of us stopped in our tracks and gazed into each other’s eyes.

I thought he was just joking at first, but then I saw the cockiness of his smirk and knew that he was being dead serious. It amused me to say the least.

“And what exactly are we gonna bet,” I asked and he seemed to ponder for a bit before answering.

“Well, you said you wanted to do everything, right? That includes going to the movies then. Loser has to get all the snacks for when we go.”

I hummed softy, “Okay. So, all I have to do is knock you on your ass again to win?”

“Yeah…but in street fighter.” And my face immediately broke into a smile.

“Ohhh, I see what you’re doing,” I cooed. “It’s because you know that I suck at street fighter.”

“It’s not the only thing you suck at,” he teased. “But yeah, it is. So, is it a bet or not?” I bit my lip softly before nodding.

“Alright, Bowers. You’re on.”

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“Okay, you should be Ken,” I told him, gesturing to the screen, but he only gave me a look of disbelief.

“Why,” he questioned and I shrugged.

“Well, you kinda look like him. You both have blonde hair and blue eyes. You both wear red all the time and…you both have muscles. Yours aren’t as big, of course, but they’re still pretty nice.”

“You think my muscles are nice,” he smirked and I immediately froze. Did I really say that? Why the fuck would I say that? That’s not something he should know. The cocky bastard would never let me live that down. I had to think of an excuse quick.

“What? No,” I scoffed. “I just meant that other people might think they’re nice. Not me.”

“Uh huh,” he breathed, leaning in closer to me. “You know if I didn’t know any better, Emma, I’d say that you liked me.” His voice was low and smooth, and he was so impossibly close that could I feel his breath. It was enough to send a shiver down my spine, but I couldn’t let it get to me. So, I simply pushed him away and scoffed,

“Don’t flatter yourself. I much rather like Mr. Keene than you.“ He chuckled softly.

“Sure you would,” he remarked, now leaning over the dash of the machine and putting his token in. “I’ll be Ken.” I stared at him for a few moments, before leaning down beside him and pushing my own token into its slot. He glanced over at me and I could tell from the corner of my eye that he was started to stare. So, curiously, I looked back at him. To be honest, I half expected him to look away, but he didn’t. He just held my gaze, before dropping his eyes over the rest of my face and I let him. It wasn’t much longer till his eyes met mine again and he spoke up,

“Two out of three, okay?”

“Okay,” I smirked and his lips mirrored mine in seconds.

“Ready to lose?”

“Are you?” And we both turned back to the screen once we heard the game announcer yell ”Round One!”

I quickly placed my fingers over the buttons of the machine and wrapped my other hand around the joystick, waiting for the announcer to yell again. I have to win, I told myself. I know I suck, but I can’t suck now. Not against Henry. I said I would knock him on his ass, so that’s what I’m going to do. I’m not going to disappoint him now. Wait, what?

“Fight!” My eyes shot open and I rapidly began to press the buttons, hearing Henry do the same. My Ryu was able to punch his Ken a few times before he overwhelmed me, blocking every one of my punches and punching me whenever I left an opening. He continued to do this until my health bar was nearly empty and I was only able to get one more punch in until he completely destroyed me.

“Shit,” I groaned. What was I thinking? I’ve never won against him before, so what made me think I could do it now? It was only one loss, but it was enough to remind me that I was terrible at Street Fighter. I should just give him my wallet right now.

I sighed softly and glanced over at him. It looked like he was having the time of his fucking life. All cocky with that damn smirk. What I wouldn’t give to wipe it off his damn face? And then, it hit me. I once beat Richie Tozier and he was practically the king of this game and almost everyone knew it. Yet, I beat him. I did have Eddie to cheer me on; but this time, I had to do it for myself. This time my motivation was to wipe that damned smirk off Henry’s face and beat him at his own game.

“There’s still two rounds left, Bowers. Don’t get ahead of yourself just yet,” I warned, but he only laughed it off.

“There’s only two more rounds left, if you can beat me in the next one,” he informed and while he wasn’t wrong, I didn’t plan on losing again.

“I’ll beat you.”

“You’ll beat me, huh?”

“Shut the fuck up.” And he laughed again, getting back in position beside me. He was closer than before, his arm and hip pressing against mine, but this time I didn’t care. All I cared about was winning these next two rounds and this damn bet.

“Round two!” I took a deep breath and stared intently at the screen. Focus, Emma. Focus.

“Fight!” This time, instead of rapidly bashing my buttons, I waited for him to attack first. I decided that my best bet was to use the same strategy that I used to beat Richie, so that’s exactly what I did. I kept blocking his punches until I saw an opening and once I did, I punched him as many times as he would allow. Then when he finally went to block, I jumped over him and punched him in the back numerous times. I kept alternating between these three techniques until I finally won.

Feeling a sense of achievement overwhelm me, I cheered a bit too loudly as he simply groaned out in frustration. I thought he would have stopped me to be honest, but he didn’t. He actually waited before asking-

“You done?” He sounded solemn and serious, but it didn’t quite reach his face. It was like he was pretending to be annoyed, but his eyes and lips just wouldn’t cooperate.

It almost seemed like he wanted to smile, but didn’t. He just was holding it back. Then, his eyes were filled with something I’ve never seen before. I couldn’t tell what it was at first, but the deeper I looked, the more I thought I saw…adoration?

I gulped softly at the thought before answering him,

“Nope. Cause I know I’m going to win the next round too.” And I did. It was shocking as hell, but I was damn proud. So much so that I cheered again. Even if it was annoying to the other kids there. At least Henry didn’t find it annoying. __________________________________________  “Why are you grabbing so much shit,” he complained.

“You lost the bet, remember? How many times do I have to remind you,” I remarked smugly before placing another candy bar in his arms.

“Yeah, I remember, but I also remember you sucking too.”

“Yeah, I know. Good thing it wasn’t the same as you remembered,” I chuckled as I spotted a basket beside us, picking it up.

“Don’t go feeling all smug now just because you won one game of Street Fighter.”

“I think it’s a bit too late for that,” I smirked, showing him the basket. “After all, I consider beating you quite the accomplishment. Especially since I get a bunch of free snacks with it.”

He scoffed softly as he placed the snacks into the basket, a small smile plastered on his lips.

“It doesn’t take a lot to impress you, huh?”

“No, I guess not,” I shrugged and he took the basket from me.

“That’s alright,” he confessed. “That’s one of the reasons why I like you anyway.” I gazed up at him with wide eyes, but he simply shot me a smirk before walking away completely. However, that didn’t stop my eyes from following him.

Did he actually mean that or…was he just joking? Either way, I couldn’t help the rate that my heart was beating at or the warmth that was currently flooding my chest.

This felt…unreal. Everything about this felt unreal. How could I be here? How could I be with Henry? How could I be happy? How could I live? Could I stay like this? Forever? I sure hope I could. I wish I could. Please. I want to stay. I want to stay with Vic and Reggie. I want to stay with Eddie. I want… I want to stay with Henry. Always.

I can’t imagine going on in a world without him. Without his temper. Without his cockiness. Without his sweetness and stubbornness. Without his pain. Without that stupid mullet. Without his beautiful cloudy blue eyes. Without his beautiful…everything. I just can’t. I need him and I always will.

A smile unknowingly made its way onto my face as I watched him put a few more candy bars in the basket. He had no idea that had been watching him and still didn’t know until he looked back in my direction. His smile matched mine as he tilted his head slightly.

“Why are you looking at me like that,” he questioned.

“It’s nothing,” I lied. “You can keep looking.”

With that, I turned away and continued searching through the store. I already picked out my snacks, so I might as well look around as Henry picked out his.

I somehow drifted into the clothes section of the store, the bright colors of shirts and pants catching my eyes. While they were appealing, they’ve never been my style. I always wore denim, denim, and more denim over simple shirts and tainted converse. That was my style, but I stopped once I spotted a dress.

It was different compared to most of the dresses I saw girls at school wear. It wasn’t skanky and didn’t leave little to the imagination. It was quite pretty and modest and while it was off the shoulder, it still had thin straps to hold it up. I could actually imagine myself wearing it. I was starting to like it that much.

“I never pegged you to be the dress type,” a voice interrupted behind me, and I immediately recognized it as Henry.

“I’m not,” I agreed.

“Well, it sure looks like you want it.”

“I don’t,” I lied, still staring at it.

“Why don’t you try it on?”

“Huh,” I asked in surprise.

“You should try it on,” he repeated.

“No, I shouldn’t,” I shook my head. “I’ll just look goofy.”

“You can never look goofy,” he uttered, and it wasn’t until I felt my cheeks burned that I saw his light up as well. “At least to me anyway,” he finished shyly, and his comment was enough to reassure me that with him, I was always safe and would never be judged.

So taking his word for it, I turned around to grab the dress, looking it over once more before surveying the store for a fitting room. Already knowing what I was thinking, Henry decided to give me the answer himself. “There’s one in the back,” he stated and I nodded slightly, before gesturing him to follow me as I started to walk over.

There was only one room with a chair by the wall. It was pretty isolated, but I preferred that. I didn’t really want anyone other than Henry seeing me.

So once we got to the fitting room, I knocked on the door twice just to make sure no one was in there and luckily, there wasn’t.

I glanced back at Henry and he was already sitting on the chair with the basket beside him. He must’ve known I was staring because his eyes met mine almost immediately.

“Don’t make fun of me,” I told him and he breathed out a laugh. I knew he wouldn’t. I just felt like saying it.

“Don’t worry,” he uttered, “I won’t.”

“Alright,” I smirked. “I’m trusting you.” And with that, I stepped foot into the room and locked the door behind me.

There was only a mirror in the room along with my own reflection. Most of the scars that I had acquired over this past month had faded, except for the one of course. My hair was a bit longer and my eyes didn’t look sunken for once. I actually looked…alive and happier. And just the thought of that made me smile a bit more.

Within seconds, I had stripped of my clothes and put them off to the side. And with a few more, I had already stepped into the dress and pulled the straps over my shoulders. Now, I could see more qualities that I didn’t before.

The dress actually stopped mid-calf and hugged my waist quite a bit. However, it didn’t feel uncomfortable. I was also never a fan of plain white, but this along with the red, yellow, and pink flowers was quite nice. I actually wouldn’t mind wearing this out anywhere.

“Are you almost done,” Henry asked from the outside and I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. He didn’t sound irritated, but he did have the habit of being impatient.

“Yes, I’m coming out now,” I called out, before grabbing the handle of the door. I took a deep breath and tried my best to ignore the nervousness that was washing over me. There’s no reason to feel nervous, I told myself. It’s just Henry, but then again. It’s the fact that it is Henry that makes me nervous.

I sighed quietly before turning the handle of the door and stepping out.

HENRY’S POINT OF VIEW

I tore the wrapper of the chocolate bar open and snapped a piece off before sticking it in my mouth. I chewed on it silently as I waited for her to come out… but should it really take that long to put on a dress?

“Are you almost done,” I asked and she responded fairly quickly.

“Yes, I’m coming out now,” she called out and she sounded a bit irritated. Did she not like the dress or was she just getting annoyed by me? Knowing her, it was probably the latter.

I smirked to myself as I snapped another piece off. I was this close to putting it into my mouth until I heard the door click. Now, all my attention shifted to the door.

She came out slowly, then all at once. Even if she did decide to come out all fast or all slow, I wouldn’t have been prepared either way. Because I had no idea that I’d be sitting in the presence of someone so perfect.

When did I deserve something like this? What did I do to deserve something like this? What did I do to deserve someone like her coming into my life?

The simple answer was that I didn’t…and that I probably never would. But I wanted to deserve it. I needed to deserve it. I would make sure that I deserved it. That I deserved her. Cause if I couldn’t have her, then what would be the point of anything? To me, a world without her in it wasn’t a world at all. It just wasn’t. Wherever she is, wherever she goes, that’s where I want to be. Always and forever. Because it’s her that I need and always will need.

BACK TO EMMA’S POINT OF VIEW

I stepped out and his eyes immediately widened. I didn’t expect them to, but they did. I also didn’t expect him to completely ignore the piece of chocolate that he had been holding in his hand and drop it to the floor carelessly.

He stayed like that for a few seconds, just staring in silence. I felt compelled to break him out of it, but before I could, he had already decided to speak up,

“Wow.” It was short and simple, but it made me impossibly happy and sent my heart fluttering. “You look…you look beautiful.”

“Do I,” I asked softly, almost not believing him.

“Yeah,” his cheeks started to redden. “I mean-I mean you look good.” And at that, I crossed my arms in displeasure and decided to get him back for changing his answer so quickly.

“Are you blushing, Bowers?”

“What? No,” he denied, rather unconvincingly.

“You know if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you liked me.”

“You wish,” he scoffed and that stung. I knew it shouldn’t have. I was equally as petty when he told me the same thing earlier, but then again. Did he really like me as much as I…as much as I liked him? I sure hope he did.

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All the TOP 10 OF THE DECADE posts made me want to make one of my own, so here’s my 10 fave games this decade:

Yakuza 0 Shovel Knight Nier Automata Metal Gear Rising Gunvolt Chronicles Luminous Avenger IX Final Fantasy XV Scott pilgrim vs the world the game Undertale Persona 5 Doom

Danganronpa 2, New Vegas, Touhou Luna Nights, Katana Zero and Mario Odyssey all only barely missed out, and it was a tough decision not to include them. I loved the shit out of those games but thinking it through I decided they were just slightly less loved by me than the above.

Below the cut are some extended thoughts (of varying length) on the games included:

Just CTRL F if you wanna find a specific one

Yakuza 0

Every Yakuza game is delightful and this is definitely the best one, in my opinion. The Yakuza games appeal to me for a lot of reasons: the combat, the story, the variety of activities, the look of it all and the music. I feel like its a very unique game experience with its blend of weird in-depth side activities, serious crime drama, manly man masculine combat friendship melodrama, metal gear-esque convoluted conspiracies and a surprisingly compassionate view of the world it takes place in.

The combat is what drew me in initially because it just feels good, the feedback of stomping on a dudes face in yakuza is delivered perfectly, and the attacks are brutal, hard and flashy. Its a very solid and satisfying combat system and in 0 its the best it has ever been. The ability to switch between 3 different and equally fun fighting styles on the fly really lets you mix things up and adapt your approach, every style feels fun and useful. If i had to pick a favorite it would be slugger, but its a tough choice, and they are all very viable and FUN.

Yakuza 0 also gets big points for having the best story in the series. The protagonists feel much more interesting in this era, the fights feel more earned in this game than others, the relationships are incredibly touching (I’m almost mad majima didnt stay with makoto) and the substories (and some parts of the main story) are the funniest they’ve ever been. Stuff like the quasi-stealth mission where you have to make sure women don’t see you buying a porn magazine for a child, and the extended scene of kiryu trying to guess the right business manners for a meeting had me laughing so much i was i was almost in physical pain.

The extensive business and host club substories get you tons of extra game content and are good enough to almost be there own game. The other games in the series have extended side activites of varying quality, but i think 0 had a rare case of all of these being, basically, perfect. The team obviously agrees since host club management came back repeatedly, but never as good as it was here.

Being set in the 80s elevates almost everything in the game because of the outfits, money flying out of every enemy you attack, the classic sega games you can play at the arcade (Outrun is so much fun and I’d have never have given it a proper go otherwise) and the disco minigame everyones made a meme out of (that music is so catchy).

As a final note this game has the best boss fights and music in the series, which is a very high standard to surpass when you look at the rest of the series. The dual final boss fights, the recurring boss for kiryu and almost every majima fight are highlights of the entire series for me.

0 is going to end up being one of the few games I’ll never sell my copy of because i want it available for me to play forever, its a complete delight.

Shovel Knight

This game has been analysed to hell and back, so i wont have much original to say i suppose. Admittedly i did enjoy the first campaign but it didnt completely win me over, plague knights campaign and beyond was what really made this an all time greats for me. It’s one of very few games that gets the NES+SNES platforming appeal 100% right and essentially surpasses most games of the day, with almost perfect pacing, challenge and level design. IT helps that the whole world and story and look is charming as all hell. It’s an easy game to love and the more you play it the more that feels justified. Being PACKED with great content is also a plus. If you liked the first campaign you can just keep going through a set of campaigns about as good that only really rehash some level assets. I would say its one of the best 2D platformers ever for me, if not quite my true number 1.

ALSO JAKE KAUFMAN KNOCKS IT OUT THE PARK WITH THIS SOUNDTRACK

Since i have little else to add to the shovel knight discussion, here’s my ranking/thoughts on each campaign

Plague of shadows. BEST storyline, great levels with a really cool gameplay gimmick, the characters are all cute and the ending really makes me feel for him. both sorry for him at first and then a very real AAAAAAAWWWWWWWWW for LOVE

King of cards. king knight is just fun as hell to play as, he doesnt have that many tools but his movement is just crazy fun and i love the flair in all his animations. also has that rad final boss. joustus is ok i guess.

Shovel of hope. uuuuuuh what can i even say about this. its good, and the melancholy dream bits add a lot to the mood of the story. we’ve already analysed this campaign within an inch of its life i dont think i can say anything new. wish we could fight the battletoads on pc.

Specter of torment. still fun and i appreciate the tone change, but i didnt care as much for the characters and the mega man-esque level select doesnt suit shovel knight imo. specter knight has a lot of fun movement options though. mainly i just love GRINDING and the diagonal slash. i dont give a fuck about reize

Nier Automata

I feel a tiny bit ashamed i have so little to say about this considering it is one of the most emotional experiences i have ever had with a story. If i lsten to the final version of weight of the world i still cry just from remembering this game and how it made me feel. i think its one of the greatest narratives of the century but i can barely get across the appeal to anyone who hasnt already played it. its a story about hope, despair and the nature of the human race that never feels like its preachy or pretensious or taking on more than it can handle. it made me feel all kinds of emotions deeply and intensely, it genuinely made me burst into tears about 10 times, maybe more. even putting aside the ggrand narrative, theres so many cool character moments and bits of world building and visual eements and tragic little side stories that you would need a whole book to talk about them all while doing any real justice to them. i loved it so much that im paying £70 to see an orchestra do the soundtrack live. I want to hug and kiss 2b and 9s better. i just love it deeply and i find it hard to explain why it makes me feel that way, but its a dark beautiful and hopeful story where every moment feels earned. the despair of the story giving way to genuine hope with the rest of the world helping you fight for it is such an intensely emotional moment that you could never replicate outside of this kind of story and medium. how the fuck do i explain that to anyone that doesnt already get it. I’m glad this game exists

Metal Gear Rising

Well, complete tone shift here. Platinum made a lot of great action games in the last decade that all dig into that same itch for DODGE SLOW MOTION BANG BANG BANG alongside great soundtracks, visuals and awesome set piece moments. Just intense, flashy, awesome combat. Picking a favorite of the decade was the hard part, because a platinum game had to be one of my faves of the decade. The closest was transformers, but mgr has a couple of things about it that put it above the rest of the platinum catalog for me.

The story actually works very well at still being metal gear while in the platinum formula, its about the cycle of violence and FINDING YOUR OWN PURPOSE and it works weirdly well. The strangest part is that it feels like a legitimate sequel to metal gear 4 tonally while still being the crazy action game it is

Raiden is just super fun to play as, while I’ll always miss the DODGE SLOWMO in a platinum game parry and zandatsu give a great flow to fights and there’s real exhilaration to parrying a hard chain of attacks and tearing out a bunch of enemies spines at once every time

raiden is also just a fun protag, it truly allows me to embrace that kind of stereotypical edgy cool anime swordsman he embodies

BEST PLATINUM SOUNDTRACK DO NOT @ ME

Bosses just rule

one of the best final bosses ever, in my opinion? maybe that’s controversial, but armstrong gets an insane amount of characterization and pure PRESENCE out of such a small amount of screen time and the fact he feels like such a perfect rival to raiden so quickly is kind of nuts to me. within about half an hour you are ready for the ultimate final showdown with everything at stake, and then the gameplay 100% delivers on that with a fight that is challenging as hell and just feels climatic and intimidating. its a little thing, but having this dude just smack you around with his hands and almost no fighting skill after a game filled with crazy flippy cyborg ninjas makes him feel TOUGH and the way you finish him off? it just rocks, plain and simple. I don’t think i need to justify slices a massive dudes chest open and ripping out his giant still beating robot heart as the music climaxes and our cool edgy protag literally says WE’RE DONE HERE. truly, it has to be this way.

Gunvolt Chronicles Luminous Avenger IX

For fast twitchy 2d platformers this barely beat out Katana Zero and Touhou Luna Nights, but i think its just a little better. The skill ceiling on this game is high as hell and once you really get to grips with it, its an experience you cant find anywhere else. its just satisfying as hell to be able to get through the point where you can ZOOM through these levels by making use of copen’s dash and lock-on and weapons well enough. once you get good enough to get through a hole level without touching the ground, you just cant go back. I liked this enough to get an S rank on almost every level. this game just rules, man.

story, art and music are all great as well. but they pale in importance next to zippy jetpack zoom zoom fun time.

also great for having a cool twist that i genuinely did not see coming at all

Final Fantasy XV

For context, my experience of FFXV was not the base game so i cannot personally address the concerns of the version at launch, which i hear from others was a total mess! The game has been updated and changed so much that it is probably almost unrecognizable aside from the absolute base aspects of it. The version i am talking about is, as far as we know, the “final” version released right before Episode Ardyn. There was of course an update after this, but it only added DLC compatibility and a few items, so it means very little in the grand scheme. I also played all of the dlc and watched all the periphery material to get the full, messy disjointed experience. it is also worth noting that the only other FF game i have played is the classic title Mario Hoops 3 on 3 Basketball. I feel it important to tell you this before getting into things so that you can have a full idea of the perspective i come at the game from.

This was chosen over Mario Odyssey and someone will probably kill me for that. I just think its a great emotional story that does a fantastic job of making you care for all the characters, and the world feels massive and full of cool stuff to see. It’s my favorite open world game and i love The Boys. its not the kind of thing i usually play but i think it genuinely had a great story and its a very fun game to just explore and spend time in. ffxv truly understands the emotional bond between The Lads and it is fun to kill big monsters with your party

(they kinda ruin the last cutscene in english, in japanese he says I LOVE YOU GUYS and it makes me cry but in english he goes U GUYS ARE THE BEST which just isnt the same. a small nitpick though. a lot of this game made me cry regardless, its just great at creating an emotional bond)

I admire the insane level of ambition in the visuals and scope, and i bought every dlc for it because it was just that good. the ifrit boss fight and all the giant monsters are just amazingly epic in scale. the “found a cool rock” post is what i truly admire about this game summed up.

all the ancillary material for the game is great and worth getting into, with the exception of the Comrades multiplayer expansion. Everything else adds depth to the story and the world without being entirely necessary for you to get through the story. the anime and the dlc all really feel worth getting into without being something you have to see to get The Full Experience

the giant monsters are cool

Scott Pilgrim vs the World: The Game

Being from 2010 this game only just makes it in, but it was my favorite beat em up this decade and a source of great nostalgia for me. It had a pretty big impact on music and art tastes in regards to games, and in retrospect this games existence was very much a dream team scenario. Paul Robertson is a great sprite artist who does a lot of good work, Anamanaguchi have gone on to become one of my favorite bands (another winter is still one of their best tracks imo) and at the time this came out i was obsessed with scott pilgrim. That plus the beat em up gameplay makes this kind of a perfect blending of a lot of my specific tastes. Playing this brings me back to the time in my school life that i played it very distinctly, a more comfortable time in my life for sure, and i think the game still stands up excellently. I hope that someday it will get a rerelease so others can enjoy it. I give this another play through every year or so, but i wish id gotten the dlc while it was still available

Doom

ITS VIOLENT ITS FAST ITS FUN ITS METAL

i like this game because of the intense adrenaline rush and violent catharsis it gives me, essentially a constant dopamine rush

fun game good

Undertale

I’m glad i got to this before the massive wave of spoilers and popularity came about. It’s a great story with some fun gameplay, and i think SANS UNDERTALE was one of the best boss fights this decade. Its a shame that for so many new players this experience is going to be ruined by spoilers

Persona 5

Danganronpa 2 and fallout new vegas were close contenders for this last spot. I actually made a post about my thoughts on this game before https://journaloftomfooleryandjapery.tumblr.com/post/184341270554/nue-is-great-love-his-goofy-design-when-life-will but essentially

Essentially, its got a great cast of characters, a cool slick look, great monster designs, a fun gameplay loop of collecting monsters and grinding stats while waiting for the next big event, and a surprisingly good story

No idea if royal is any good, but its on a pretty small list of games that i might actually take the time to replay

#game thoughts

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storiesabouthumanandthings · 5 years

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Milkshake 2

The Final Yard

(Y'all asked for it so here it is. What stupid horror isn't completely without a shittier sequel. Thank you all for your support. It really help me write this sequel with all parts that were nagging me from the first story)

(Small edit, i just realized I said summer and school was going on, doesn't really agree so i changed it to spring to get a better timeline)

The woman across the street noticed the girl throw away what appeared to be a perfectly good blender that she also saw her bring home a few days before. She thought it was weird she was throwing it out but her blender just broke and she needed a new one anyways. This would hopefully last her until payday to buy a new blender.

Through out the week, the woman made plenty of drinks. She crushed ice and made smoothies. She made probably too many frozen margaritas but work was stressful at the lumberyard and that was a good way to relax. She was beginning to think she didn't even need to buy a new blender as this old one was working better than her last fancy expensive model.

Come the end of the week, the spring temperatures were climbing fast and hitting record highs. She needed something cool. Nothing's better than a thick shake on a hot night. She threw together the ingredients, mostly just ice cream to make it extra thick. While the blender mixed, she could hear a motorcycle outside. She peered through her blinds. It was the girl across the road and her new motorcycle friend. She remembered how last week the police came around asking questions about what happened. She said she didn't see much. She did hear screams and looked out her window. It looked like a party to her but there was no music or red plastic cups. The police wrote it down as vandalism but the woman was sceptical. She knew the family for a while. They got along with everyone No one in town would want to harm them. She still believed that it was the daughter. The girl must invited boys over for a party that got out of control and covered it up. That's just what teenagers would do. She remembered the mischief she has as a teenager, simpler times. She went back to her shake, well mixed now. She poured herself into a travel mug, screwed a lid on with a straw.

She plopped down on the couch and began watching The Bachelorette. She loved this show, 12 handsome men fighting over her, that's the life. She was booing at the tv when the bachelorette was sending what she considered one of the better men home when a banging from the front door came. "I didn't order any pizzas, go away." The banging continued, "or girl scout cookies!" The knocking still continued, "this better be important!" She yelled as she put on a robe. She was just in boxer shorts and a loose tshirt. She liked her robe, it was long and flowy, made her fell like she was a wife of rich husband. It was bright pink and most was sheer with a puffy trim. She gave a fun spin before opening the door.

It was the neighbor from the block over. If she woke up early enough, she got to watch him run by in hit tight, tight clothes, glistening in sweat. She giggled and fanned herself, "if i knew it was you, i would have came much faster." His head seemed to bobble on his shoulders as he grunted. She stood there confused, normally hearing him speak, he was very articulate. They never really have talked before other than quick passing. "Do you need a cup of sugar, sugar?" She smiled. Again, no answer, "are you drunk?" She was becoming frightened. He was just standing there. Not even looking at her, just standing. She heard a thud and looked over her shoulder and saw more gentlemen from the neighborhood. Some had their wives or girlfriends after them, yelling to them but they didn't answer.

By this time there was enough of a commotion that the girls looked from behind the tarps that covered the girl's broken windows. The insurance was dragging their feet as always. They saw what was going on and immediately leaped into action.

The delivery girl came out of the house screaming, holding a baseball bat. The girl followed quietly behind with a tennis racket, squeezing threw the hole the delivery girl made by shoving men to the ground. The delivery girl shoved the gentleman at the door out of the way, pointing her bat at any who came near. "Atleast they have self preservation" she yelled as the girl ducked under the bat. "Ok, now where is?" The girl asked. The woman was confused, "where's what? What's going on?" The girl pointing the racket accusingly, "the stupid blender! Some crazy woman sold to me, put some curse on it and now when milkshakes are made, all the boys flock to it like zombies! And you must have taken it from my trash! Now where is it?!" The woman pointed towards the kitchen. Banging at the door began as the sounds of bang in the kitchen began. Eventually both noises stopped.

The girl came out of the kitchen with a broken racket on her shoulder, hair in her face, "i think that worked." The was when the gentleman leap threw and broke the window. "NOPE!" said the delivery girl. "Where's your car?" "In the garage!" They all ran to the garage. The delivery girl jumped in the driver seat. "Hey, that's my car." "I know. Hurry up and get in and I'll drive us to safety." The woman began to argue when the door broke open. They all jumped into car, locking the doors. The men slowly walked in as the garage door began to open. As soon as the door open, the delivery girl floored the car in reverse. The gentleman was holding tight to the hood. As the delivery girl turned sharply onto the road, he rolled off. He slowly got up and again began following the car. The delivery girl sped away.

After a moment the woman yelled, "will some please explain what the fuck is going on?" The girl spoke first, "i did. You made a milkshake in a haunted blender and now they are all coming for you. We tried throwing it away but then you stole it. So our next option was to just destroy it and that didn't work."

The woman rolled her eyes and turn to the delivery girl, "and i thought you'd be the pothead." The delivery girl slammed on the breaks, "hey! we just saved your ass there! Now if you want, we can drive back and return." The woman shook her head and the delivery girl continued driving.

They arrived at the delivery girl's work again, Barnyard Pizzas. She instructed the woman to stay in the car. The girls got out and went in. The girl was confused, "what are we doing here? This is where we go attacked last time!" "Yeah, i know," the delivery girl replied shrugging, "but I'm hungry and I want to see what happens now we know something is up." The girls place their order and waited. The staff that night was another girl. No reaction from her it seemed. By the time their pizza was ready, the parking lot was filling of men. "This is weird," commented the delivery girl. "Yeah, like a horror movie of Zombies." The delivery girl shock her head, "not that. But remember when you got chased, it was mostly the neighborhood boys?" The girl nodded. "Well if you look, its mostly older men." Sure enough, looking at the crowd, it was mostly men around the womans age. "But why?" The delivery girl shrugged, "pheromones? Age compatibility? Who knows? You said a crazy witch made this curse." The girls quickly paid for their pizza and ran out before they were blocked by the men.

"Were to now?!" Griped the woman. The delivery girl looked at the girl in the rear window, "any ideas?" "My idea was to destroy the stupid blender." "Is there a place where we can hide?" The girl thought and put her hands in her pockets. She heard a jingling and pulled out her keys, "well i have the keys to my mom's office? Will that work?" "Just point the way." They shortly got to the office and locked the door.

"Now what!? We just hide here for the night?" The woman was working on the delivery girl's last nerve. She staged whispered to the girl, "can we just leave this old hag and let her fend for herself?" The girl chuckled and shook her head, "we have to break this curse."

The 3 sat there trying to think of an answer when the car alarm went off. The delivery girl was the only one brave enough to look. "Now this is weird." "What is it?" The woman cried scared. The delivery girl continued, "the men are back but they seem different...." "different how?" Asked the girl. "Well they aren't organized. Like they know she's here but something isn't right?" The girl looked out and saw that the men were disoriented. Before they always were all facing the same way, very pointed. Now they all are just wondering, bumping into things, "they seem lost." The delivery girl nodded, "yeah, like in her yard, they all charged at her. Same with you and her at Barnyard Pizza and you in the school yard..." the girl looked away and was quiet. She then screamed, "that's it, you're a genius!" grabbing the delivery girl's face, giving a big kiss. The delivery girl tried to act cool but her voice cracked as that was actually their first kiss, "yeah, I know but why?" The girl shook her finger to herself thinking out, "that's it, that's the joining factor. But how to test it?" "Test what?" The woman asked scared. The girl's head whipped up at the woman, "that's it. Everyone in the car!"

They all filed out, first the delivery girl holding her bat high. The woman was in the middle, crouched and holding her long robe tight to herself. The girl took her time, relocking the doors as they left. "Hurry up!" snarled the woman. "Why?" The girl replied, "they aren't attacking." That is when the woman and the delivery girl looked around and noticed it was true. The men were there but none were approaching. "What the hell is going on?" The delivery girl asked. The girl confidently walked to the car, "there is missing a piece. Now get in to test my hypothesis."

They all got in and drove to the next location. The woman groaned, "why did you make me come to work on my day off?" The delivery girl nodded, "yeah, why are we at the lumberyard?" The girl smiled, "spoilers." While waiting for whatever was supposed to happen, the delivery girl tried starting up a game, "i spy something with my little eye, something brown" the woman rolled her eyes, "if its wood again, i am going to bet you with a 2x4." "Men!" Blurted out the girl. " nope, not wood or men." It was the girl's turn to roll her eyes, " no, not your game. The men have returned." Behind the car, a horde of men headed towards them. "But why?! Why me?!" Cries the woman. The girl shook her head, "i don't know. It seems this curse has 2 parts. First the woman makes a milkshake. Second is the men come to the yard, literally any yard." The delivery girl nodded "ok but we destroyed the milkshake and blender." The girl nodded, "that's what stopped it last time but why not this time." The woman groaned, "i still have a milkshake." The girls screamed together, "you what?!" The woman screamed back defensively "well how was i supposed to know a stupid shake would brainwash all the men." The delivery girl slumped in the chair, "now what?" The girl shook her head, "i have an idea but your not going to like it."

Shortly they were back on their streets. it was packed with men. "I can't drive through that with running someone over." The girl nodded, "this is the epicenter. We are going have to get out." "Are you insane?!" Screamed the woman. The delivery girl nodded, "i hate to say this but I'm with her. There's hundreds of men, 3 of us, and we have to get to center of the block." The girl holding up her dented, destroyed racket, "well, time to go crazy." The girl exited the car. When the door slammed shut all the men turned towards the car. The girl gulped. She then screamed, "For Narnia!" She began running into the crowd, knocking men to the ground, hitting their knees with the racket. The delivery girl got out of the car and gripped the bat tight, "Leroy Jenkins!" And ran after the girl. The woman got out of the car, "dont leave me! I just want to go to bed!" And ran after the girls. She quickly caught up to the girls as the crowd was thick with bodies. The girls arranged for the woman to bed in the middle as they swung their weapons wildly. Occasionally a man would get close and the girls would bat them back.

They re-entered the house threw the garage, "now where's the damn shake at?!" Screamed the delivery girl. All were sweating by this point, panting. "I think it's by the couch, in a travel mug." They fight a few more men on there way there, leaving a trail of bodies grasping their knees. The reach the living room. "Not him." Whines the woman. It was the gentleman. "What is up with this psycho?" Complained the delivery girl. The girl slowly turn to the woman mumbling to herself the witch's words, 'the boy to the yard.' She exclaims out loud "she's in love with him, he's the ultimate boy, like the boss!" "I don't love him," scoffs the woman. Both girls look at the woman accusingly. "Fine. I may have a bit of a crush on him." The girl rolled her eyes and shoved the woman to the gentleman. They fell to the floor, the woman falling on top of him. Running, the girl grabs the milkshake cup off the table in front of the couch, "batter's up!" The delivery girl caused the cup to shatter, creating a liquid spray across the livingroom. A stream of cussing came from the kitchen from the men holding their knees. The gentleman blinked, "what's going on?" He looked at the woman. "Are you ok?" The woman simply nodded, "i, uh, fell." "Where from, heaven?" The girl rolled her eyes and grabbed the delivery girl's hand as she made childish gagging noises.

Sure enough, just like last time, the crowd of men slowly dispersed from the area, confused on how they got there. The girl's walked back to the girl's house. "That was a work out. I'm starving! Can we go get dinners?" The girl asked. The delivery girl laughed, "we had pizza!" The girl grumbled, "but that annoying woman ate most of it." "How bout we go for a ride on my motorcycle and we can go get some burgers and shakes." The girl stopped, "I don't think I can look at another milkshake for as long as i live." The delivery girl laughed, "well i just want to taste your lips again." The girl blushed deeply, forgetting that she did that. She cleared her throat before beginning towards the bike, "maybe but first we eat!" "Deal!" Said the delivery girl, giving the girl a peck on the cheek and rushing to her motorcycle cycle. The girl thought to herself, 'damn that sexy bike and leather jacket.'

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#humans are weird #milkshake #my milkshake brings all the boys to the yard #milkshake 2 #the final yard #wlw story #wlw

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sometimesimawriter · 5 years

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Mirror Effect

Part 5

A/N yep this is it, part five. I just realized how big this story is but I like long stories. I hope you guys do too. Also for the future: I’m gonna want to make short stories (like actual short stories), maybe quick romance scenes. I’m also working on a sequel to this, but someone’s gotta let me know if they actually want to read it. I know this is boring and I’m sorry but trust me it really picks up as you go along. Thanks!!

The StOrY:

It was early the next morning, the sun was beginning to creep into the room, reflecting off the tall mirror leaned against the wall, and making the various scientific tools strewn around the room glimmer. Klaus lied in the world's fluffiest bed and wondered how the hell Kayla even got up in the morning. He'd been awake for some time now, woken up by some screams of the dead- they tended to have no concept of time. What kept him pinned here, despite the way the mattress begged him to stay here for eternity, was the red hair that spread across his chest. Also the wings were kind of pinning him down. He noticed Kayla tended to sleep on her stomach, probably because it was more of a comfortable position. Her face was buried into his chest and she was sound asleep. He cradled her next to him with his left arm, and lightly stroked the wings with his right. He really hoped she couldn't feel him doing that, because, well, that's creepy. He also couldn't stop himself, they were so soft, and the sun made them seem golden- actually... he took a closer look- there might be gold in the wings? He could make out, below the feathers, a network of veins, but the veins seemed to pump liquid gold in them- strange. He looked back up at the ceiling, thinking about last night. They had their fun, but it felt a little different than his normal hookups. Normally, he would've been gone by now, either back at home or in his designated bedroom on the first night he spent here. Now, he really didn't want to leave, rather he wanted to wake her up and start all over again. A smile spread across his face, and he wondered how his other brothers' nights had gone- if Diego finally worked up the courage to even have a normal, non-Max-related conversation with Emma, or even if Five knew how to approach a girl. He smiled at the cluelessness both of them possessed. He turned his head again to look at the sleeping beauty; she looked serene- may he add... angelic- no, too cheesy. He laughed a bit to himself, and then she began to stir.

"Hey," Klaus said, almost in a whisper, "Didn't mean to wake you."

Her voice was still very sleepy, "No, you didn't. I wake up a little earlier than this usually, don't know why i slept in today."

"I think i may know the answer."

She pushed herself off of him and the wings retracted. "Don't know if it was a dream or not, but were you...petting me?"

He sat up on his elbows, "Uhh, no..."

She smirked at him, then with the sheets wrapped around her, she grabbed for the robe she had thrown next to the bed. Then, sitting on the bed with her back to him, she shrugged it on, stood up, and tied the front. "C'mon, let's get breakfast. We have a busy day."

He groaned, throwing the sheets off of him and stood up, disregarding the very blatant fact that he was nude. Her face blushed and she turned away, and he looked her up and down once more as he shrugged on his boxer shorts from last night, then his jeans, and his black button-up, except he didn't bother to button it up.

Together, they made their way down the flight of stairs to the kitchen. It was still early and no one else was awake.

"You want coffee?" Kayla asked.

"Yes please, black like the souls that scream to keep me awake." He half joked. This made her giggle and the sound left his chest feeling mushy. Kayla pulled out a red kettle, filled it with water, and put it on the stove. Then she moved to the coffee maker, poured some grinds in, and let the machine do the rest of the work. Through all these small, meaningless movements, Klaus watched her every step. The caveman side of his brain wishing to see what was under the robe all over again, but the more sophisticated side of him really just wanted to be next to her, a simple touch, or to be joined at the hip. He knew that if he did do that, then she would be weirded out, so he kept his distance, sitting at the kitchen table, watching her.

Then she caught him staring, "Do I have something on my face?" her hands moved to fix her eyebrows.

"No, no. Just thinking..."

"About?"

"What the old man is screaming about in the basement. Why people like kale. Californian's obsession with avocado. You. The true meaning of becoming a vegetarian."

"Why me?"

"Well, we did just have some fantastic sex." She began to twist her hair, and he could tell she didn't like discussing it. Which made him want to discuss it more. "Man, the way you moved-"

He was cut off by a shattering of glass and a roar.

Kayla looked towards the foyer, "What the fuck?"

What sounded like an army of footsteps came barreling down the stairs, with a chorus of "What the hell was that?" "Is anyone hurt?" "Fuck's going on?"

Then a woman screamed outside, and what sounded like a man cursing in German. Followed by another roar, a real pissed off roar.

The six raced outside, and across the street was Razor, but he looked...animalistic. His hair was now messy and was past his shoulders, and he grew in size. His muscles now ripped through his white shirt, and his pants seemed to barely fit. His nails were longer, more jagged, and he was holding a blonde woman by her throat. A black van was parked outside, with a big dent in it, as if something had crashed into it. The back doors were open, then a man came out, wearing a gas mask that looked like it was from the 50s. Razor took his other arm, the one not holding the woman, and dug his nails into her stomach. Blood seeped through her white blouse, and he released her, and a sickening thud resulted from her deceased body hitting the concrete. The man held up what looked like a gun, aimed at Razor and then fired.

A dart found it's way into his neck, and he began to shrink back to regular size. His eyes looked towards the group, and he features grew tired. He found Klaus's eyes, and yelled, "Run", and then promptly collapsed.

Involuntarily, Kayla squeaked out "Max!".

The man turned around, and through the muffle of the mask, he said something that sounded like a cat chewing on a plastic bag, but Klaus could vaguely make out the word "themen".

Whatever that meant, it didn't sound good.

Emma called out "Who the fuck are you?" And was rewarded by the man turning to face her, and began to aim the gun again.

Diego poised to throw a knife, but before Klaus could see him release, a whoosh of air pushed his black curls into his eyes. When he moved his hair back, all he saw was a pair of wings in front of the man, holding the gun towards the sky. The man let off one shot, but it never had a target. Then, the wings pushed off the ground, carrying the man to the sun. The Angel and the man reached an altitude of about 50 feet, her holding the collar of his shirt, and then she released. His muffled scream was soon silenced by his body cracking against the pavement. Kayla then floated back down to the ground, and picked up the robe that the wings had ripped off her body, and she shrugged on the remains of it after retracting the wings. Emma and Christina approached her, but the brothers stayed back. Klaus's eyes were wide, and he looked over at his brothers. Five looked surprised, and Diego disturbed. Klaus didn't know what to think, he had never expected such ferocity to come from someone as small as her.

Christina crouched next to the man, and her hand hovered over the mask, preparing to take it off. Emma's right arm ignited, probably in case he survived a fall like that. Kayla on the other hand, moved to wear Max had collapsed, putting to fingers to his throat. Christina lifted off the mask, and Klaus approached the body to get another look. There was blood leaking out of his nose, and his eyes were wide open, a frozen look of fear remained on his face. Christina checked his pulse, "He's dead."

Emma's arm cooled down, then she looked down at Christina, "Who do you think he is?"

Kayla walked back over, "He's German definitely. My guess is that he's one of those scientists."

Diego nodded his chin towards Max, "Is he breathing?"

Kayla turned to him, her face unreadable, "Yeah, whatever was in that dart just knocked him out." She gestured towards the corpse, "Whoever these guys are, they know what they're doing."

Five then looked between the woman, the man, and Max, "What are we gonna do with them?"

Emma spoke up, "Call up the Commissioner, tell him we got a bigger issue, then maybe they can lock up Max."

Kayla gave her a bewildered look, "They're not locking him up."

This left a twisting feeling in Klaus's stomach, "What? They have to. He killed those people, he would've killed us."

Kayla turned to him, "No, he wouldn't. He told us to run, he knew these guys were dangerous. I say we take him inside."

Klaus stepped towards her, "No! We're not doing that."

"Too bad."

She then turned and walked over to his unconscious body, "Anyone gonna help?"

Klaus, Diego, and Five were all in Five's bedroom. Diego was pacing, Five had his hand on his chin while sitting on the bed, and Klaus was sitting with his legs crossed on a chair in the corner. Klaus didn't like having Max in the house at all, and he hated that Kayla was sitting in the infirmary with him. He did like it that she agreed to handcuff him to the table, using a pair of Diego's cuffs. He kept thinking how she focused on Max the moment she saw him, like what they shared during the night meant nothing. He really wasn't one to follow up with someone after he had a one-night-stand with them, but this time, it felt like part of him was connected to her still. His mind was still fuzzy, and he had to push images back otherwise it would be pretty obvious to his brothers what his mind was really on.

"I don't trust Razor." Diego stated, stopping mid-pace.

"Understatement of the year, dear brother." Klaus muttered.

Five looked him up and down, "You seem especially affected by his presence. I also noticed your room was vacant last evening, care to share?"

Diego's eyebrows raised, and Klaus looked between the both of them and smirked. "I told you two last night, I went up to Kayla's room to check on the blood."

Five looked him up and down, "Sure you did," he sighed, "anyway, I'm going to let Luther know that we might be staying here longer than the weekend. See you two at dinner." He then rose from the bed and exited the room.

Diego glanced at his brother, "Guess I'll give the Commissioner an update." And followed suit.

Klaus then looked about the empty room, "Maybe I'll check on the blood samples again," he said to no one in particular.

#the umbrella academy #umbrella academy #klaus hargreeves #diego hargreeves #number five #five #action #romance #tension #suspense #mirror effect #fanfiction #fanfic #writing #literature #umbrella academy fanfiction #TUA

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tywriteskpop · 6 years

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Awakening (SB Sequel Mark Tuan)-Chapter 4

Genre: Fluff, Angst Warnings: Some language and violence

“What gave it away?” Park asked smugly. He circled around Mark, not sparing so much as a glance towards the young prince.

Mark felt a bead of sweat slide down the side of his face. It was cold, the torches doing nothing to warm his frigid body. But his anxiety gave way to fear as he panted softly, trying to hide his true feelings from the enemy before him.

“Asking about a one-time customer?” Mark scoffed. “A year after they were there? You couldn’t have been more obvious.”

Park chuckled as he came back into Mark’s line of sight. “I suppose that was rather obvious. But hey, you figured it out.”

Mark shifted, the chains restraining him rattling above his head from the slight movement. He winced from the ache in his arms but kept a defiant face as he glowered at Park. “This is the part where you tell me what started your evil plot. You know, like all the good villains do before the heroes shut them down.”

“I’d watch your tone if I were you, Your Highness. You’re not exactly in any position to be smart with me.” As if to prove his point, the man placed a hand on Jackson’s shoulder. “I believe I have the upper hand.”

Mark became frustrated, wracking his brain to think of any idea to free his best friend. But his irritation grew as he searched Jackson’s emotionless eyes for a sign of recognition. It was useless, he quickly realized, for all he saw was the pitch blackness in his friend’s blank stare.

“I have to say, Jackson made it quite easy for me to get my hands on him,” Park continued. “He practically delivered himself to me. He came here looking for Jinyoung, and instead found me. Now he’s my puppet, helpless to fight against me, vulnerable from fighting the shadows for so long.”

“Here?” Mark repeated softly. Where was here?

“You haven’t figured that out yet?” Park chuckled.

Mark huffed. “So that’s it? Jackson’s your plan?”

“Not quite.”

A rush of wind caught Mark off guard as a swarm of shadows whirled around him. He instinctively closed his eyes, feeling his hair whip against his forehead. The shrill sound of wind and white noise filled the prince’s ears. In his vulnerable state, he felt his fear grow. He was afraid to open his eyes even after the gust died down, leaving the room in complete silence. After taking in a deep breath, Mark hesitantly opened his eyes.

The sight before him made his heart further drop into his stomach. His eyes moved between the two newcomers, a sense of dread filling him as he realized their eyes were the same as Jackson’s. Emotionless, blank, pitch black voids of nothing.

“Your friends tried so hard to save them,” Park said. He circled around the ravens, a gleam of victory shining in his eyes. “My collection is almost complete.”

Mark didn’t have a good feeling from the way Park spoke. He could no longer mask the fear he was feeling. His stomach was rolling over itself, and he felt like he was going to be sick.

Park smirked, satisfied at finally witnessing the prince’s vulnerability. “Yes, my collection is not quite complete yet. You see, now that you purified your nuisance of a brother, I can no longer collect him as my vessel. He can’t be corrupted like before. Quite unfortunate that my puppet was taken away from me.” He short another sly grin towards Mark. “But there are other pure magic users.”

“Don’t you dare touch her,” Mark growled. He breathed heavily through his nose as his anxiety grew.

“Or what, Your Highness?” Park chuckled, shaking his head. “No, I’m not after your pathetic princess. She holds great power, yes, but she is useless. Her magic is not yet primed at its full potential. I made that mistake with Jinyoung. The princess is nothing more than trash for me to walk on.” Park walked around the ravens to settle in front of Mark, towering over the seething boy. “But you were blessed by a pure born, Your Highness.”

Mark stiffened and craned his neck back, looking up to see the malicious intent in the man’s eyes. The prince had never felt as small as he did in that moment.

After the loud clash behind the door faded, Mark stood in the silent hall motionlessly. He gasped and released the breath he was holding when he heard Jinyoung’s angry cry of anguish. Then he was left in a chilling silence, feeling his heart tearing apart with the guilt he felt at having to leave the only family he had left. He was leaving his brother to rule on his own while he himself travelled to another kingdom to marry a princess he didn’t know.

Mark told himself he had to leave. It’s what his mother wanted, for him to marry the princess. It’s what would keep Jinyoung safe. His eyes burned as he held back tears of frustration. He wanted so bad to tell his little brother the real reason why he was leaving sooner than expected, but he couldn’t. It would only put him in danger.

“It’s for the best, I assure you.”

Mark didn’t look up. He took a breath and closed his eyes in an attempt to calm himself down. “You’re sure this evil you speak of will follow me?” the prince asked. “Jinyoung will be safe here?”

The queen’s advisor nodded despite Mark not seeing him. “I swear on the queen’s legacy. Prince Jinyoung will be protected. I will watch over him myself in your absence.”

Mark nodded. “You are to send for me should anything happen. Do not hesitate. His safety comes above all else.” The prince walked away, putting up a façade of confidence in which he felt distraught.

He did not see the malicious grin spread across the advisor’s face. “Of course, Your Highness.”

You silently swept up the broken glass on the floor with mechanical movements. A light breeze passed through the broken window and brushed your hair to the side. You were so lost in your thoughts and worries that you barely felt it.

Your brothers were with Jinyoung in the kitchen, discussing a plan to save Mark and the others. You felt useless and opted out of the meeting. Even knowing of your immense power that you supposedly possessed, you could barely use it to its full potential. If you could just have a better understanding of your pure magic, maybe you could do something. Maybe you could save your beloved and your brother.

Your thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a loud clatter from the kitchen. The sound of something scraping against the floor was followed by the sound of struggling. You heard the youngest of your brothers shout, and that was enough for you to drop the broom and run towards the noise.

Upon entering the kitchen, you froze in the doorway, taking a moment to observe the commotion you walked in on. A dining chair had been knocked over, laying on its back, and the dining table in the corner of the room was pushed away from its normal placement, light skid marks staining the floor. BamBam had Jinyoung by the collar of his shirt, gripping tightly at the cloth between his fingers. Jinyoung grunted as your brother shoved him against the wall. BamBam’s eyes shone with pure rage, and Youngjae’s attempts to make him release Jinyoung proved to be useless.

“Say that again, you bastard,” BamBam growled.

“What is going on here?” you demanded.

Youngjae turned to find you walking toward them, your eyes wide and almost angry. He spared you a helpless look before trying to pry BamBam’s hands off Jinyoung once more.

“Our loved ones are in the hands of the enemy,” you reminded them. “And you sit here and fight amongst yourselves!”

“He said we should be ready to fight Jackson,” BamBam seethed. He didn’t take his furious gaze off your former enemy.

Jinyoung remained calm, albeit wincing slightly as your brother’s grip tightened. “You must be prepared should he have fallen under Park’s shadows,” he said. “I only meant for you to mentally brace yourself for the inevitable.”

BamBam slammed Jinyoung against the wall again. “You son of a-”

“BamBam, stop!” you shouted. Your brother paused before letting go of his captive and turning to you. He wasn’t used to you yelling at him like that. “Maybe he’s right,” you said, your voice trembling.

“Y/N, what the hell are you saying?” he asked, shocked at your pessimism. “Are you seriously agreeing to fight Jackson? Our brother?”

“Of course not!” you shot back. “But you cannot deny the possibility that Park has taken over his mind. Just look at what he’s done to Mark and Jinyoung.”

“She’s right,” Youngjae said. He clapped a hand onto BamBam’s shoulder and gripped it firmly, holding him in place to make sure the younger boy wouldn’t explode again. “All it took was for Jinyoung to show some kind of weakness, and Park took a hold of him for years. Jackson’s been fighting the shadows all this time. His mind isn’t as strong as it was before. He’s just as vulnerable to Park as the rest of us.”

Jinyoung brushed his shirt and rubbed his collar down. “Park takes pleasure in watching his pawns fight their loved ones. Because of him I killed my brother, more times than I’d like to remember. He won’t hesitate to use Jackson against the rest of you.”

BamBam closed his eyes and inhaled deeply through his nose before exhaling through his mouth in a loud sigh. He turned back to Jinyoung, looking much calmer than before. “I’d rather not burn my brother to a crisp. So how do we get him back to us?”

Jinyoung sent you a wary look before returning his attention to BamBam. “Pure magic.”

The rest of you were silent, taking in what he was implying.

“You mean…” You trailed off, unsure how to put your thoughts into words.

“No way,” BamBam said. “We are not sending Y/N out into a battle like that.”

You looked at him in surprise. “You’re not leaving me here to wonder if I’ll ever see any of you alive again. I’m going to fight with you.”

“Y/N, are you sure you can do this though?” Youngjae asked you carefully. “We’ve been fighting for years. We have experience and training with our magic. This could be more dangerous than you can handle.”

“To hell with it!” BamBam said. “Y/N, I can’t let you go out there.”

As he came to stand in front you, his eyes desperately pleading with you, you sighed. “BamBam, I have to do something. Don’t make me sit here waiting and feeling useless.”

You hoped BamBam would see it from your perspective, but you no longer had the words to convince him. He would have to trust you with what was said, or you would rebel against his desires regardless.

Jinyoung cleared his throat and stepped forward. “I can teach her,” he offered, grabbing the attention of the rest of you. “It won’t be enough time to teach her effectively. But I can at least show her how to use her magic and survive a battle.” He gave an awkward, wry smile. “Perhaps then you’ll have some peace of mind about her fighting the shadows.”

Youngjae patted BamBam’s shoulder in reassurance. “She’ll stay by one of us at all times. We’ll help protect each other. She can do this.”

BamBam ran a hand through his hair as his frazzled mind tried to make sense of the situation. He couldn’t deny that his sister was fierce, and he had no doubt you could hold your own on the battlefield. But he was afraid of losing you again, especially after losing his brother and friend already. He couldn’t bring himself to admit his fear, but he nodded his agreement to the plan after realizing there would be no stopping you. He would just have to keep a close eye on you.

“Fine,” he finally said, making you sigh with relief. “What do we do?”

“We need to figure out where Park is keeping them,” Jinyoung said. “If we bring the fight to him, it could catch him off guard.”

“Wouldn’t we just be rushing into his territory?” Youngjae countered. “Doesn’t really sound like a reassuring plan of victory.”

“Yes, but if we can-” Jinyoung suddenly gasped, a sharp pain rushing through his head. He reached out to grab onto something to catch his fall, but he collapsed to his knees, heaving as the pain in his skull became unbearable.

“What the hell?!” BamBam stepped back.

You dropped to your knees in front of the pained boy and held onto his shoulders, trying to give him some kind of comfort. “What’s wrong with him?” you asked hastily. Your gaze shot up to Youngjae. “Do something!”

Youngjae came back to his senses and hurried to kneel beside you. His hand glowed blue as he placed it over Jinyoung’s forehead. “He’s burning up,” your brother said, focusing on his magic’s healing properties.

Before any of you could get another word out, Jinyoung fell limp. You realized he was unconscious, his face contorted in pain. Sweat covered his forehead and the back of his neck. Whatever caused his sudden pain was no coincidence, you knew this.

Mark groaned as he took another punch to his stomach. He held onto the chains restraining him with an iron grip, trying to bear the pain the wracked his body. He lost track of how much time had passed since his torture began. It’s been hours, that he was sure of. He wondered how he had not lost consciousness yet as the ravens were commanded to beat him until he relented. The moment he gave up and showed his weakness, he knew Park would overpower him like he did Jinyoung.

“I’m impressed by your resolve, Your Highness,” Park mused. He leisurely paced around the small dungeon as the prince wretched out a string of coughs, small drops of blood splattering on the floor below him. “Your strength to defy me outmatches your insolent brother’s. I must applaud you.”

Panting heavily, Mark raised his head weakly to glare up at Park. “Well isn’t that a shame,” he choked out, his voice rough and scratchy from the several times he ended up dry heaving from each blow to his abdomen.

“Cocky, as always,” Park muttered. “You know, your father was a pain to deal with as well.”

Mark remained silent. He knew nothing about his father. Jinyoung never mentioned him, and he never saw his father in his dreams or memories.

Park smirked at the boy’s silence. “Ah, you must not remember him. I understand. His life ended when you were but a small child. Why, I believe Jinyoung was still in the womb when your pathetic father lost his life.”

Mark balled his fist around the chain holding him up, feeling his nails dig into the palm of his hand. He shut his eyes tightly and tried to drown out Park’s voice. He couldn’t believe anything Park said at this point. He didn’t want to believe.

The boy felt someone grab his hair by the roots and pull his head back, making him cry out at the pain. Gritting his teeth, he opened his eyes and saw Jaebum standing above him with an expressionless face. Jaebum forced Mark to look at Park.

“It’s story time, Your Highness,” Park said. “I suggest you pay attention. Anyway, as I was saying…Yes, your dear father King Philip. The whole kingdom wept at the news of his sudden passing. It was quite easy to lure him away from the castle. A false cry for help from a neighboring kingdom, and he jumped at the chance to aid. He wasn’t expecting a shadow person to pierce him through and destroy his convoy.”

Mark breathed heavily through his nose. “You killed him.”

“Of course I did,” Park gloated, holding his arms out proudly. “And the best part? His advisor had made the journey with him. It was simple! Take the identity of the advisor and return to the kingdom as the sole survivor. Deliver the news of the king’s death to the queen and be at her side as she rules. Over time, poor Queen Briar became ill.”

“You poisoned her,” Mark realized, trying to pull away from Jaebum. But the raven held on without moving a muscle. Mark wasn’t sure if Jaebum was just that strong, or if he was just that weak.

“Indeed I did,” Park said, nodding victoriously. “Your mother was a real thorn in my sister’s side. Several years before you were even conceived, my sister sought revenge on your ancestors and used your mother to accomplish it. Tell me, Prince Mark, have you ever heard the story of Sleeping Beauty?”

Mark furrowed his brows, confusion passing over him. “A fairy tale,” he said.

Park smirked. “All fairy tales come from somewhere, Your Highness.”

Jaebum let go of Mark and the prince fell forward, his arms straining over him as the chains caught him to stop his fall. As he grunted through the aches in his shoulders, he slowly began to comprehend what Park said. And as Park saw the realization cross over Mark’s face, he clapped slowly.

“Congratulations, Your Highness. You’ve figured it out! Your mother, Queen Briar Rose, the maiden who fell under the sleeping curse. Quite ironic, isn’t it? That your dear Princess Y/N shared the same fate. Only she slept for hundreds of years, trapped in a crystal.”

“My mother?” Mark repeated. “Then…Your sister-”

“My sister was a fool,” Park sneered. “She let her jealousy cloud her judgment and turned the kingdom against us. I was guilty by association, you see, and I despised her for being of my blood. But nonetheless, she was my kin, so the moment I discovered your blasphemous father killed her, I knew I had to take a page out of her book and take my revenge.

“I killed Philip, poisoned the queen until she took her final breath. All that was left were the children. You were useless to me, but your brother held a great power that I wanted for myself. I knew I had to separate you two to get my hands on him. So I played my role as the queen’s advisor and convinced you that your departure from the kingdom needed to happen quickly. All it took was threatening Jinyoung’s life.”

“You bastard,” Mark coughed out.

Park ignored Mark and continued. “It was a simple plan. Feed Jinyoung’s negativity with shadows until he fell under their influence. But I was a fool. I had not accounted for the possibility that his pure magic would lock itself away to defend against the shadows. And because he still possessed that pure magic within his body as a pure born, he did not fall completely under my control. My puppet had his own agenda, influenced by the dark power that the shadows gave him. So I set my sights on the princess. And well, you know how that turned out.”

Mark’s head drooped. He felt sick. He was tired. Learning of his parents’ past and their untimely deaths at the hands of a crazed man seeking revenge had drained any energy he had left. He wasn’t sure if he could hold out much longer.

“Well, Your Highness, while I enjoyed reliving all the good times with you, I must go to take care of a few things.” Park waved his hand and the ravens closed in around Mark. “Try not to hold out much longer. We need you to lead the army.”

As Park left the room, the boy lurched forward after Yugyeom kicked his back. The ravens continued with their torture, heeding to Park’s commands. Mark knew he wouldn’t last. He had to get a message to Jinyoung. He had to warn them.

He closed his eyes and concentrated on his brother. He would send him the warning the same way Jinyoung did. And as he took blow after blow, his frail body bruised and beaten, he released a choked sob.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.”

Jinyoung stood alone, turning in every direction to observe the wasteland around him. He faintly recognized this place, his former home. The castle in the distance was the place he lived in, where he grew up with his brother and mother. It was crumbling in the same fashion as Y/N’s, except its walls still stood strong. The torchlight in the windows indicated someone still resided here.

The doors to the castle creaked open, years of rust making them open slowly. As they opened wide and halted, Jinyoung was met with silence. The boy swallowed thickly as his nervousness grew. He didn’t know what would emerge from behind the doors, but he knew it would not be pleasant.

He suddenly heard a soft whistling, mixed with white noise and faint shrieks of wind. It got louder as the seconds ticked by, and the boy braced himself. And when the source of the shrill sounds finally emerged from within the castle, Jinyoung realized that he was witnessing what could only be described as a nightmare.

Hundreds of shadows fell out of the castle doorway, circling around him and rolling over each other. The sheer amount of them filled the empty land around him. It was an army, and Jinyoung felt pure fear run through his veins. He looked up and saw the outline of a city. The massive army of shadows was congregating in the direction of the tall buildings and busy streets.

Jinyoung suddenly knew he was dreaming. This was a warning.

Jinyoung gasped as he awoke with a start. His eyes shot open as he panted, and he realized he was still inside Mark’s shared apartment. The boy gulped and closed his eyes again, trying to calm himself down after what he had seen.

“Are you alright?”

He opened his eyes again and saw you sitting on a chair next to the couch he laid on. He nodded shortly and rubbed his face.

“What the hell happened, man?” BamBam asked. He stood nearby with Youngjae.

“You’ve been out cold since last night,” Youngjae added.

Jinyoung sat up and looked at the clock, realizing several hours had passed. “I was forced unconscious,” he said.

“By who?” you asked. “How is that possible?”

“Mark,” Jinyoung answered. “He manipulated my dream the same way I did you. It was a warning.”

Youngjae leaned forward. “A warning of what? Is he okay?”

Jinyoung shook his head. “Our time is shorter than we expected. Park is creating an army of shadows. He’ll send them here, to the city.”

“That son of a bitch is crazy enough to attack innocent humans?” BamBam asked. “They’re no threat to him!”

“Park only wants power,” Jinyoung told him. “By attacking those people he thinks we’ll give up. He’ll have power over all of us once that happens.”

“We can’t let him do this,” you said. “Those people have no magic. They’re defenseless!”

“We’ll have to rely on our instincts,” Youngjae said. “Y/N, you especially. We don’t have time for Jinyoung to teach you like we wanted. If Mark sent that warning, that means it’s happening soon.”

“And we still have no idea if they’re okay,” BamBam said. He groaned in frustration. “Did he at least tell you where they are?”

“The castle Mark and I grew up in.” Jinyoung stood up and wiped the sweat from the back of his neck. “But Y/N and I are the only ones who stand a chance against these things.”

“He’s right. The shadows don’t fall to normal magic users like us,” Youngjae said.

“No, but we can at least hold them off from civilization,” BamBam countered. “We can dance around with the shadows while you find Park and use that pretty little knife you got. It’s the only way to kill him, right?”

You nodded. “If we defeat him, the army will vanish.”

“And then we’ll have a chance to save our friends,” BamBam concluded.

Jinyoung shared a look with Youngjae and nodded. “We’re too short on time to try to think of anything else. We have our plan.”

You took a breath and mentally prepared yourself. “Then let us go to war.”

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ziamfanfiction · 6 years

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this week’s ziam ao3 feed

posted/updated ziam works from: jan. 28th to feb. 4th

Your paradise is something I've endured (but I don't want to be here anymore) by njhloveshischesthair

Christmas Requests by deniallisstrong

A variety of short Christmas/holiday drabbles I've written to fulfill Tumblr requests

Requests include: -Sweater Sharing -Cuddling + Snowing Outside -Star on the Tree -Liam Proposes to Zayn on Christmas (made to be a continuation of the Star on the Tree one) -Grandparents Ziam + Reminiscing of Their First Christmas

This one is based on the prompt: Boyfriends +sweater sharing?

Ziam AU Prompts by ohthathurt (cloisterrific_221B) (wip)

Prompt: "a hopeless romantic and a horny beast are set up on a blind date" pleaaase

Fallen Too Far- ziam one shot by ziamistah

where zayn malik falls for his enemy comes rival who is about to die.

Tumblr Extravaganza by zizizrites

A collection of drabble and short fics originally posted on tumblr. Additional infos before every installment. Non-beted. All mistakes ate mine.

First Last Kiss by zizizrites

Liam had it all planned out.

Little Black Dress by zizizrites

“So, did you came here alone?” his drunk companion asks, probably aiming for flirty but falling way off the mark. He’s still on the wrong side of tipsy, and he’s probably not thinking about the words coming out of his mouth, so Liam just looks at him with an amused tilt on his lips. He watches the realization of what he just said creep over on his face and then the lad dissolves into a fit of giggles, wayward limbs slumping over the bar counter and almost knocking over his glass.

Through Time I Found You by zipplekink (wip)

“I swore to ye I would keep ye safe,” Liam says as if Zayn should have known this. He lifts one of Zayn’s hands, pressing a soft, wet kiss to the center of his palm. It is innocent, but heat trails down Zayn’s spine as Liam’s eyes meet with his. “And I’ve wanted ye since the moment I first laid my eyes on ye.”

[Or the one where Zayn travels back in time to 1744 and is captured by a group of Highlander Clansmen.]

Dusk Till Dawn [Sequel to A Year Without You] by Jetaimeleplus

It's been five years since the year of hell, as Zayn would call it. Five years since Zayn and Liam were forced to live a year without each other, five years since Zayn was diagnosed with Paranoid Schizophrenia and five years of Liam trying to recover from the mental and emotional abuse of being held hostage for ten months.

You'd believe that after five years they'd be able to live a normal life, with Zayn receiving treatment and Liam having weekly sessions with a therapist, that they would be able to be happy and worry free as they wish they could be.

Sadly, what they went through wasn't something someone can get over as quickly as one getting over the fact that they didn't get the last slice of pizza or that they no longer have ice cream in the freezer. No, things were much harder for them both than they expected it to be, but together they'll get through it.

Except, neither one will admit to their significant other that they aren't okay. They keep it a secret from each other, and that isn't helping.

Wolves Heaven by The_Ziam_Team

When Liam hurts himself in the woods, a kind stranger named Zayn finds him and takes him home.

Chasing My Firefly by ziamistah (wip)

Where zayn fall for a shy and A grade student Liam. Who helps him tutoring while zayn was on the edge of getting expelled.

In short zayn is the bad boy and liam is teacher's favorite boy.

A story where zayn finally finds his firefliy who lights up his world, and named it liam.

Bring Me Home by ohthathurt (cloisterrific_221B)

Prompt: You were away for a while and I missed you so much that I kind of tore up the house in your absence like a dog with separation anxiety…sorry?

The storyteller by Fille_du_soleil (wip)

One day Liam started telling Zayn a tale about how a blood thirsty warrior found his true love and kidnapped him from his family to fond his own in a faraway land where Gods still ruled the earth.

Who's That Boy? by LonelyAquarian (wip)

What If Zayn Had The Key To A Life That Liam Never Expected?

Shawcross Park by Niler (wip)

Liam isn't a singer, a dancer or even a builder.

Zayn is one of the above.

Diet Soda Society by SpookyFaces (wip)

Zayn is a villain with daddy issues. Liam is a superhero with a fragile heart.

The thing is - they are roommates. Liam would never think Zayn is his enemy, and Zayn wouldn't even guess anything about Liam being a hero at nights. They keep making excuses to each other about why they are out all the time when something happens and lying about why their bodies are covered in scratches in bruises.

Oh, and they are in love. But this is just another secret they try to hide from each other.

FOOL FOR YOU by The_Ziam_Team

At a proposed Ziam reunion at the BRIT Awards in February 2018, Liam and Zayn want to recreate the moment that inspired Zayn to write the song, ‘Fool for you’.

A New York Encounter by mc_writer

short drabbles series

Need Your Hidden Love by ziamsquad

Liam Payne is the one of the country's most respected neurosurgeons, and he loves a challenge.

Zayn sleeps with his boss before he knows that's his boss.

Beyond Words by StoryAnonGuy33 (wip)

"Some things are beyond words" Liam added lightly, Zayn laying back down on Liam's chest. "They are, aren't they?" He commented back, Liam smiling and kissing the top of his head. "You bet babe"

Or when Liam and Zayn attend the same college and with budding and cemented feelings between the two, will things turn out the way they want?

iT's YoU by SpookyFaces (wip)

Popular, handsome and athletic Liam Payne has nothing in common with Zayn Malik, the bad-boy of the school, who wears leather jackets, combat boots and spends his lunch breaks with a cigarette and a sketchbook in his hands. There is something mysterious, something strange about him. Rumors say the half of his family has tragically died a few years ago. And there is something tragic about him. The way he walks alone in the hallways, the way he barely talks to anyone, except his stupid, curly friend. Liam hates him. He hates his honey-colored eyes, his stupidly long eyelashes, his unbelievably long fingers, his raven-black hair and mesmerizing lips. Yeah, he obviously hates him. "Obviously" - Louis agrees, wiggling his eyebrows.

next Sunday will be up another one probably! stay tuned for it :) <3 remember to leave kudos and comments on the fics!

#lau speaks #ziam #weekly ao3 feed #im going on vacation next week so if it doesn't come next week rest asured that the next sunday after that i'll make it twice as longer #to make up for it

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gazzhowie · 3 years

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My Top 25 Movies of 2020.

It is indeed time… or at least, as is tradition, it is indeed now overdue for me to dust off the cobwebs from my Tumblr account and post my Top 25 movies of the year. This time for 2020. That funny old year, huh? Where - if some are to be stupidly believed - “no films got released because of the pandemic”.

I thought I was done with this after 12 years and concluding with my Top 25 of the decade effort and yet here I am. Back rather egotistically because 2 people told me how much they look forward to reading this. Go figure! Years 2008 through to present are available in the archive. Frequent visitors know that I’ll throw out a few special mentions to all the films that I wish I could’ve included but couldn’t make them fit yet believe they deserve a shout out regardless and then I get stuck in to what I think are the 25 best films of the year.

As always, films listed are based on their UK release date whether that’s in the cinema or on DVD, VOD etc. Anyway, without further ado, here’s the ‘also-rans’ and ‘near-misses’ separated per genre that very nearly made the final list:

Setting my stall out straight away, Steve McQueen’s Small Axe was very much TV to me and won’t get ranked within my film listing. I loved two of the efforts a great deal (Education and Mangrove), liked two but found them lacking (Red, White & Blue and Alex Wheatle) and did not get what everyone else seems to from the other (Lover’s Rock).

In terms of documentaries this year, I thought Frank Marshall did a fabulous job with The Bee Gees: How Can You Mend A Broken Heart; a comprehensive study of the personal complexities and professional excellence of an incredibly underappreciated band. I found On The Record to be a difficult but inspiring watch and its background ‘politics’ exposed the hypocrisy of Ava DuVernay and Oprah Winfrey in a manner we’re not talking loud enough about. Hitsville: The Making of Motown was an extensive, lovely historical tribute to an era and a style of music, full of great tunes and equally great talking head anecdotes. And finally Belushi managed to find fresh angles and previously untold stories about one of the most mythologised comedy stars of all time, simply by pulling the man to the forefront ahead of his talents.

For dramas, I enjoyed Trial of the Chicago 7 a great deal and am an absolute sucker for the work of Aaron Sorkin but bad casting (Eddie Redmayne) and stunt casting (Sacha Baron Cohen) hurt this film. I’m a sucker for a disaster movie and Pål Øie made an incredibly entertaining one with the Norwegian high-melodrama, The Tunnel. Edward Norton’s long-gestating Motherless Brooklyn was a solid, old-fashioned PI yarn with some great casting to back it up. It’s the most alive Bruce Willis has been in years and it served to remind you that Alec Baldwin can be quite the terrific actor when he’s not being an utter joke of a human. I liked The Vast of Night a great deal when in the throes of watching it but liked it less in the aftermath. Cut Throat City was the underrated dramatic gem of the year in a lot of ways and showed that RZA has a great deal of skill as a legit filmmaker, when not being caught up in the ‘gimmicks’. O.G finally landed here via Sky Atlantic of all places, rather than any sort of VOD release, and it was an enthralling drama that served to remind us all how brilliant Jeffrey Wright can be when not overacting to the point of cringe or being stuck with really terrible writing (hello, TV’s Westworld!).

With the blockbuster season at the cinema all but dead from the outset, the joys of the action genre were to be found in the little b-movies tucked away on streaming platforms and VOD. Quick notable exceptions were The Outpost which was a reminder that Rod Lurie can deliver a hell of an action sequence, blighted by truly awful film-damaging casting and Extraction which was a well-directed derivative piece of hokum. Donnie Yen delivered an earnest, entertaining end to one of the surprise action franchises of the last decade with IP Man 4 that not even Scott Adkins could fuck up. Hack director Deon Taylor accidentally delivered Black and Blue; a pretty good ode to the ‘man on the run’ non-stop action thrillers of the 80s and 90s – with Naomi Harris killing it in the lead role. Netflix tucked away two of the greatest b-movie actioners of 2020 with The Decline (a ‘Doomsday Preppers’ training camp goes horribly wrong) and Earth & Blood (a sawmill owner uses his place of work as a battleground to take on the cartel). And, finally, the Ma Dong-seok (aka Don Lee) Taken rip-off Unstoppable arrived to streaming and turned out to be vastly superior to all of the films it was a knock-off of.

It was a great year for horror, especially if you were open to the sort of scares you were after. Sea Fever didn’t stick the landing but delivered an ace sense of foreboding and tension building for the most part. Harpoon was a sneakily nasty, surprisingly engrossing, violent little film. VFW was a lot of fun but nowhere near as good as its concept and cast suggested it was going to be. It’s also been subsequently marred by the stories coming out of its production and the revelations about Fred Williamson. I thought Come To Daddy was an absolute gift of a horror comedy that kept swerving whenever you thought you had a handle on where it was going. And Elijah Wood continues to show himself to be an American national treasure. After Midnight was an intriguing relationship drama with a horror bent and You Should Have Left, the Stir of Echoes reunion we’ve all long sought, would work as an off-kilter double-bill with it. Kevin Bacon is brilliant in it. Vampires Vs The Bronx is a totally disposable but immensely fun ode to The Lost Boys and The Monster Squad that’ll serve you well on a lazy Saturday night. Black Water: Abyss was a really good little creature feature with a ridiculous ending that infuriates. And Train To Busan: Pennisular was a pretty shit Train to Busan sequel but an immensely entertaining post-apocalyptic zombie action movie.

Onwards is worth mentioning for the fun and moving animated ride it initially presents as but, like too much Pixar nowadays, it does not hold up to repeat viewing.

Comedy-wise, I thoroughly enjoyed Bill & Ted Face The Music but thought its gag-rate was far too hit and miss for it to take a place on the top spot. Buffaloed was a kind of “M’eh” blue-collar Wolf of Wall Street with yet another fantastic ‘How the fuck isn’t she a huge star already’ turn from Zoey Deutch. Timmy Failure: Mistakes Were Made was a quirky out-of-leftfield oddity that me and my eldest son enjoyed a great deal. Eurovision Song Contest: The Story of Fire Saga was not the travesty you would’ve thought it’d be, mainly because of Rachel McAdams, but if Will Ferrell had just leaned a little harder towards his more absurdist style of humour (the killer fairy shit for example?) this could have been so much more. Finally, the second Borat film had some utterly majestic moments of cringe-comedy that make it worthy of a mention but the mechanics of joke-execution and faked set-pieces were far more on show this time around.

And now, if you’re still hanging in there that is, here is my actual Top 25 films of 2020…

25. Skyfire

I don't know whether it's because I’ve been starved of my usual 'Summer Silly Season' this year but I absolutely fucking LOVED this. It's the stupidest, most ridiculous, relentlessly bonkers "Jurassic Park - but with volcanos" fare you could ask for. I have no idea what the fuck Jason Isaac is doing in this but I’m so glad he is because it just adds to the glorious WTF-ery of it all. It's 30 minutes of mechanical lay-up followed by 60 minutes of non-stop, audacious carnage. It's been a long time since me and my wife have had this much fun watching something.

24. Bad Education

Dropped exclusively to Sky Cinema here, this is a great little film that has a shocking true story at its centre. Hugh Jackman and Allison Janney are absolutely terrific. Both of them are the sort of talents who've been in bad movies but never ever given a bad performance regardless.

Here both Jackman and Janney are having a ball with the material and they elevate a very good film into something that demands to be seen.

23. Blood Quantum

This was definitely one of the first-class b-movie horrors of the year for me. It does wonders on screen with very little AND it gives a shot in the arm to the zombie subgenre. It leads you into thinking you're getting yet another zombie-breakout film before expertly wrongfooting you into growing into something else. It's a Native American NIGHT OF THE LIVING DEAD meets MAD MAX!

22. Bad Boys For Life

This was a first-rate blast, it really was. From the inexplicable reusing of the 'Simpson/Bruckheimer' production card to the reworking of Mark Mancina's original theme, it draws you straight back to that 1990s blockbuster vibe. It's not just very funny and stacked with some pretty decent action sequences but, rather bizarrely, it actually has something interesting to say about ageing and masculinity... because nowadays Joe Carnahan is killing it when it comes to introspective recalibrations on what it means to be a man. If you were to spoil this movie for someone and reveal what the "twist" is it would sound like the stupidest, hokiest shit ever. And yet inexplicably they make it work. And furthermore, Martin Lawrence goes from the tag-along in this franchise to the platinum level MVP here. The entire final third is held up higher by his insanely good line delivery ("Would you fuck a witch without a condom?") and it's most likely how he plays shit as to why that stupid, hokey plot twist works as well as it does.

Over the course of three separate decades each BAD BOYS entry has, in itself, served to be a somewhat accidentally perfect reflection of the very cinematic decade it landed in: The first is possibly one of the last to truly and wholeheartedly successfully land that perfect marriage between the 'MTV era' and the blockbusters; bringing about the boom of the "music video director as filmmaker" that the 1990s became well known for. The second was a pitch perfect reflection of the gratuitous, often empty-headed, completely excessive pop culture period we were birthing in the 2000s. And the third lands now, right in the very time period where masculinity is being put under a spotlight and men are being asked to be more self-reflective about themselves and their conduct.

With that said, the fourth will obviously therefore land sometime in 2029 and deal with Will Smith and Martin Lawrence wandering a pandemic-ravaged Miami wasteland.

21. Wolfwalkers

This is one of the most lovely, visually wondrous, sumptuous animated films you'll experience this year. Or in quite some time, actually. It’s not just a great adventure film but it’s also a really effective ‘message’ movie that manages to teach about tolerance and friendship along with the perils of fear-mongering, without ever being overly preachy.

20. An American Pickle

This was one of the surprises of the year for me; I THOUGHT I was getting a quirky Seth Rogen fish-out-of-water comedy and instead I got that... with a massive dollop of heart, humour and interesting things to say about legacy and 'cancel culture'. I liked it a lot. It's also further evidence of how intriguing a talent Seth Rogen is becoming; jumping between broad commercial fare and original off-kilter stuff like this, producing and developing fascinating projects for film and TV and working to pass the ladder back down to others too.

19. Get Duked

I say this with only a modicum of bias as I know someone who worked a little bit on this film but this was genuinely brilliant - the absolute laugh-out-loud delight we all need right now. At the time I watched this I don’t think I’d smiled in nearly a fortnight but this broke through with me. Its wrap-up is a little too silly for its own good but that aside, this thing is absolutely stuffed with some TRULY great gags! This is one of the best comedies of the year for me.

18. Host

I had been giving this the big ol' swerve because it sounded like unoriginal, overhyped pish frankly and... fuck it, if that hype isn't absolutely deserved: It's a lean, effective, scary incredibly enjoyable ride. Made all the more fascinating by the fact it was made remotely on a shoestring with the director apparently never being in the same room as his cast at any one time due to Covid restrictions.

NB: I could not find a GIF to represent Rob Savage’s Host sufficiently so here’s Jack Black doing a backyard pandemic dance instead...

17. Sweetheart

What a crackin, lean, little horror thriller it is. It gets straight underway from its fade-up and never overcooks itself or leans hard on lazy exposition, silly character actions or bad deus ex machinas. Remember when Jonathan Mostow made BREAKDOWN and it felt like such a shot in the arm for the man-against-the-odds/standard thriller? This is like that - but for survival dramas and creature features! It commits fully to its high concept, helped along by a truly excellent performance by Kiersey Clemons and some really well-delivered set-pieces (that first flare scene is very well done!). If you watched Tom Hanks in CASTAWAY and thought to yourself "This film is great but what it really needs is a monster!" then this is definitely the film for you. And if you believe the rumours, it’s allegedly a sneaky Creature From The Black Lagoon redo for Blumhouse’s expanding ‘Monster Universe’ too.

16. Soul

I really connected with this. I like Inside Out a great deal but I’ve never understood why it's spoken of as a flawless masterpiece when it's overlong, tonally all over the place and has clunky as fuck casting. In the same breath, I don't understand why the reviews for this are so disparate. I thought it was a wonderful way to spend 100+ minutes. It was visually inventive, funny and inspiring. It doesn't quite seed its VERY deep otherworld-building foundations and Graham Norton doesn't really work in his role but overall I thought it was a delight. And, unlike Onwards, it really does lend itself to repeat visits.

15. Tenet

I had real trepidation about seeing this what with the reviews being all over the place but... well... Is it complete, barely comprehensible bunkum of the highest order? Yes. Could the film have benefited from Nolan letting his brother Jonathan have a pass at the script? Hell yes! Is it most definitely not the majestic masterpiece of masterpieces it thinks it is? Yup. Yet in spite of ALL that I had an absolute blast with it, I really did. If you give it a seconds thought it crumbles completely as the utter egotistical piffle it really is. But where it excels is in looking so gorgeous, being so kinetic and massive with its action and casting with actors who sell the shit out of a hokey script that you're so consumed with the spectacle you don't smell the bullshit until its over. Washington Jr has come out of nowhere these last few years to make me a big fan of his work - and Robert Pattinson has went from being an actor I couldn't fucking abide to being someone I now really rate and who I came away from watching this thinking "Yeah, that's your goddamn perfect James Bond right there!"

14. Da 5 Bloods

It works infinitely better as a 'men on a mission' action adventure shot through the off-kilter lens of a Spike Lee "joint" then it does as a searing commentary about race, war, etc. And that's probably why Spike's choice to include real war atrocity photos and documentary footage alongside the narrative doesn't land as successfully as he probably intended it to. But as an overall film, it's a genuinely great watch. Delroy Lindo has always been one of the greatest working actor. Here he perhaps delivers his ultimate masterclass. Regardless of whether awards season moves online or not, you cannot have any SERIOUS dialogue during it that doesn't have his performance heading the conversation. Ignore the dickheads online putting this in the same bubble as TROPIC THUNDER or DIE HARD (??). This is a wink and a nod to TREASURE OF THE SIERRA MADRE and APOCALYPSE NOW, through and through. It's big, bombastic, broad and unafraid to swing out in every direction. It's not flawless but that doesn't mean it's not fuckin ~great~!

13. His House

This very much stands as both one of the most impressive debuts and modern horror movies I’ve seen in quite some time. It's an effective, lean, interesting film that buries under your skin and takes up residency there. Go into it knowing as little as you possibly can and then let it scare the shit out of you and, in its reveals, kick the shit back into you.

12. Tread

I really, REALLY liked this. It's my favourite documentary film of this year - made by that fella who did the bonkers-bad killer dog in the warehouse movie with Adrian Brody, no less! It's an absolutely fascinating true story I knew nothing about, brilliantly intermingling talking heads, archival news footage, dramatic reconstruction and audio recordings. It'll really drop your jaw - it's most definitely one of those 'needs to be seen to be believed' type deals because if you described this to someone as having happened they'd never believe you!

11. Bacarau

No plot description really does this film justice and the less you know going in the better an experience you’ll have. It’s an odd, deeply violent, unsettling, darkly funny, bizarro confection of The Most Dangerous Game meets Assault on Precinct 13 and… well… even that doesn’t really do the film any justice whatsoever. It’s a critique of dire political circumstance mixed with political satire mixed with the tropes of the Western, the siege movie and both horror and comedy. It’s very much its own thing. And that’s what makes it so wonderous.

... and it’s sort of both wondrous AND weird that when searching for Bacarau related GIFs, this was the Brazilian offering I was given! I apologise.

10. Alone

I found this came out of nowhere to be one of my favourite films of the year; a crazily efficient, brutal B-movie without an inch of fat on it that works its propulsive and well-structured screenplay hard to make you feel like you're seeing a new variant on the "stalked woman in peril" film. John Hyams - son of Peter and the man who reconfigured the UNIVERSAL SOLDIER franchise to superb effect - has made one hell of an effective movie that beautifully captures the vastness of the Pacific Northwest: this is one part DUEL, one part FIRST BLOOD, all parts odes to everything from THE GREY, I SPIT ON YOUR GRAVE and the last third of THE SILENCE OF THE LAMBS. It's very easy to make films like this. But it's clearly hard to make them as great as Hyams has done here, otherwise everyone would be doing it. Maybe coz what those films don't have is lead performances as strong and brilliant as Jules Willcox and Marc Menchaca give here.

9. American Murder: The Family Next Door

This is an incredibly powerful true crime documentary on a horrific tragedy, in which Jenny Popplewell tightly and clinically weaves through police interviews, news coverage and Shanann Watts' phone, laptop and social media to weave a moving and ultimately devastating portrait of her and her children's death at the hands of one of the worst forms of evil I’ve ever been exposed to. This still haunts me to this day.

8. Greyhound

I was really impressed with this. A crisp, lean, tension-drenched watch with yet another rock solid Tom Hanks performance centring it. It strips back all the tropes of these war pictures - the character backstories about post-war hopes and dreams, the cutaways to the families back home, the subplots involving the villains - and keeps a propulsive commitment to just this situation, this boat and the people on it; who only talk to one another about the job they're doing. As a result, it's completely involving and committed with action set-pieces that are clean, tense and entertaining as hell. Genuinely had a great time watching this and highly recommend it.

7. #Alive

Whilst the TRAIN TO BUSAN sequel earned rightfully shakey reviews, think of this as an unofficial prequel / 'side-sequel'. It is a tight, disciplined thrill-ride that throws up some interesting spins on old zombie set-pieces (climbing zombie vs. toy drone, for example). It may well deflate as it heads to its denouement but all before it was strong and entertaining enough for it to stand as one of his favourite horrors from this year.

6. The Invisible Man

This started good... then got very good... then got quite frankly flat-out tremendous and then entered a final third flipping anyone the 'bird' who thought that the trailers gave too much away. There is some truly tremendous, inventive and not at all 'cheap' jump scares. In fact, the whole second act is nothing else BUT terrifically effective scare after scare. All bolstered by a REALLY committed lead performance by Elizabeth Moss. Between this and UPGRADE, Leigh Whannell has not only become seriously one to watch but he's possibly just outed himself as John Carpenter's one-true heir.

5. Lynn + Lucy

I was left completely broken by this - what a truly fantastic piece of British cinema; a dark, uncompromising morality play for the modern age with a truly jaw-dropping performance by Nicola Burley. And, Jesus Christ, what an unbelievable find Roxanne Scrimshaw is?? THIS is her acting debut? Holy SHITBALLS! It's harrowing stuff that'll really make you think.

4. Parasite

This really is absolutely ~everything~ people are claiming it to be and more too! It's an exquisite piece of work, in love with the art of spinning out a story, narrative layers, sociological parables and effortlessly terrific direction. It builds and builds in an utterly enthralling manner and then... the pressure valve pops, taking you down a whole other audacious avenue that'll have you giggling at the insanity but still completely hooked.

3. Uncut Gems

It’s alright been memed and GIF’d to death but that doesn’t change the fact that it really is an astounding film - it's completely exhausting and quite honestly one of the most anxiety-inducing films I’ve seen in a long, long time. Even on multiple go-arounds, I found myself screaming at the screen, begging Adam Sandler's character to just fucking STOP for five seconds and... and... it's inescapable as to the direction down in which it heads but it goes there at such a propulsive rate, it is actually scary. An absolutely astounding film - it's like a John Cassavetes film shot with the adrenaline drawn from a Michael Bay action movie... and believe every bit of the buzz: Adam Sandler is jaw-droppingly fucking excellent in this!

2. Wolf of Snow Hollow

I thought this was a complete delight. Once again Jim Cummings has taken a film 'type' you THINK you know and infused it with his own very specific sense of humour to give us something that's very much delightfully off-kilter. What's more, as a sophomore directing effort, Cummings deserves all the plaudits for the massive advancement: There's action scenes and scary set-pieces that are really first rate and are way more accomplished than what you'd expect from someone only on their second movie and have never worked in the horror genre before. Cummings is REALLY funny in the lead role too but it's Robert Forster's final performance that'll break your heart. He was a hard miss anyway but this very much drives home what a great guy we've lost.

1. The Way Back

Gavin O'Connor has hit the trifecta with this, Miracle and Warrior on making a masterful sports drama and using it as a platform to 'say something' and draw a career best from a talented but under-appreciated actor (first Kurt Russell, then Nick Nolte and now Ben Affleck).

Affleck is astounding here. Fallible, real and pained. He's truly brilliant. There’s a realism to every movement he makes and every breath he exhales that only someone who has struggled with addiction will recognise. And around him is a deconstruction of the sporting underdog movie as we know it - it's only by the end that we truly realise that this has always been about the connections made through the game rather than the game itself.

Like with Warrior, you can go back and watch this umpteen times and find different strokes in the human and unspoken moments. If ever there was a secretly feel-good film for 2020 it is this – the movie that tells us that it doesn’t matter how hard or how far we fall, we are defined only by the moments in which we rise again.

And that’s that. See you all next year. Maybe ;)

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