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quixotic-writer · 4 years ago

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Signs

request: @birdgirl1772

Summary: New York was the place she hopes new horizons would be seen with a brand new job on the set of Impractical jokers with her long time boyfriend. Things didn’t change as she hoped and signs led people’s minds down a road they didn’t know was there. Q ventured in but is determined to help her on a path of her own.

Warning: Themes and talk of ab*se

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'Everything's fine. It's all okay.'

Like a mantra I keep telling myself over and over again as I frantically try and get the apartment put into order. He'll be up at any moment and I need breakfast hot on the table for him, if not he'll just do it again.

Almost as if on cue, I hear his footsteps and I feel a chill down my spine. I straighten myself up and put on a brave happy face.

"Good morning, breakfast is hot and ready." He doesn't say anything to me, just sits down at the table and quietly eats his breakfast as I clean up the kitchen. "I have a long day at work today on set, I might not be home in time to make dinner. How about some takeout at that italian place around the block?" He huffs.

"I don't ask for much, do I? All I want from you is a hot meal on the table. You're not the only one that works, you know." He spoke in a calm pointed tone. It was always scarier like this because it was the brewing and bubbling before worse happened.

"I'm sorry they just need me on set, I can't help that today is going to be a longer shoot."

"You can open your fat mouth about not being home to do basic shit, why can't you open your mouth to get a decent schedule?" I sit at the table nibbling at my plate of food, poking around at whatever was on it with my head hung low in shame. "My family wonders why I haven't proposed to you yet, how am I supposed to marry someone who doesn't even have any traits of a good wife?" He picked up his table and loudly threw his dishes in the sink making me jump.

I sit there without any tears left to cry. I just stare at the oak table and wonder why I can't do anything right. He comes back into the room with his coat in hand, lays a hand on my shoulder and plants a kiss on top of my head.

"I'll be home at 7 for dinner. Love you honey." He steps out the door and I hear him leave. I was left to clean everything up and clean myself up as well to head out for work.

When I went into the bathroom to change, I got a good look at my bare body. I had bruises in random splotches, some more faded than others. I felt disgusting. But he loved me. He's just pointing out things that I need to improve on... Right? That's all it is. He loves me. I convince myself mentally once more, but that only lasts mere seconds until i'm back to daydreams of escapism. I feel like a rat in a cage, he gives me everything, but he doesn't give me love. I'm just a sick experiment. A mere pet to him.

I pull my shirt over my head and cover the physical incarnations of my terrible secret and I head out the door to our filming location for the day: the bridal store.

I get to work and get things rolling before the guys get in: starting their coffee, helping set up their stations, double checking all the cameras are in place, and making sure each person is accounted for. I'm running all over set that I didn't notice or hear Q behind me. As I turn around with a coffee cup in hand, he's just standing there looking at me. I jump out of my skin and end up dropping the cup. A huge puddle of coffee is all over the floor and I feel my heart sink.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" I immediately go down to grab the coffee cup. Q walks over and I screw my eyes closed fearing that I might be adding another bruise to my skin. But as I wait for a second, nothing happens. I open my eyes and see he has a couple of napkins and is helping to sop up the coffee.

"Didn't mean to scare you like that sweetheart! Are you okay?" He looks in my eyes with worry.

"I-I... I'm so sorry..." I couldn't get anything else out but that.

"You don't have to be sorry, accidents happen. I'm just happy none of it got on you, that would have hurt like a bitch!" We finish cleaning everything up and things seem to be back on track for everyone else. My heart felt like it was gonna fall out of my chest with how hard it was pounding so I found a way to escape off to the bathroom in a fired rush. As I was walking, I had my head down and clumsily bumped into someone else.

"Woah there speedy! Careful there!" I twist my head and see Joe who helps hold me steady so I don't fall, "You're an important part of the team and we can't have you getting hurt on our watch." He says with a smile. His words sound almost distant as my mind is only on finding a means of hiding. "Are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost. Let me go get you water." He disappears and I go to hide away in the bathroom.

I slam the door and lock it. My palms are drenched in sweat and I'm shaking. I didn't make one mistake. I made two.

"You IDIOT!" I whisper yell to myself as I sit on the toilet. Eventually I had calmed myself down, took a breath, and wiped the sweat off my hands. The moment I opened the bathroom door there was Joe ready to knock, staring at me wide eyed. "Jesus christ Joe! Nearly gave me a fucking heart attack!"

"Sorry, didn't mean to. I was looking everywhere for ya! Got you that water, stay hydrated." He hands me an ice cold water bottle and gives a soft smile before disappearing into the maze of equipment and team members. I was almost confused. I could have gotten water myself. I shrug at the kind gesture and try to get myself back on schedule after having that huge breakdown.

Everything from there was on track, no more hiccups in the road. I watched alongside the tech team as each of the jokers worked their magic in the dress viewing room, seeing various bride-to-be's in dazzling white and ivory dresses. Lace, chiffon, satin, there was everything and so much more. The girls on the team and I would gawk at each and every one that came through on screen, gushing about how gorgeous they are and how beautiful each girl was too. It came to a close for me as a voice came over the speakers for me to fix something up closer to the guy's monitors, a minor wiring issue that needed touching up on. As always I was quick on the scene to make sure that the problem was rectified and it wouldn't stall anything. The guys were still doing their thing as Murr was up on the floor.

I worked quietly and quickly, but not quickly enough I guess. The boys started getting rowdy, yelling, shouting, and hollering. Something in me shut down and suddenly everything didn't feel real. I looked at the work I had in front of me and nothing was quite clicking in my head. I froze. I stood behind their monitor in a daze. I don't know how much time passed before someone helped me fix the last bits up and get me out of there. I went into this mental auto-pilot mode. I heard everyone's voices, but it sounded foreign and almost distant.

"Hey." That came to me clear, I turned and Q was there. He looked worried.

"Hey." Play it off. Play it cool. Don't burden anyone with your problems.

"Listen, I notice things from time to time and I think now more than ever I need to address this." He kept his distance from me, his shoulders were slumped.

"What do you mean?" Play dumb. Don't let him know.

"Are things okay at home? Like, you and your boyfriend?" Cry for help? No don't do that, he'll think you're weak. But I need help. I can't take it anymore. But you've put up with it for so long, you can change him, he loves you. My mind was racing and I felt like a chameleon caught in the middle of its color change.

"W-why?" You're making it so obvious, why are you like this? His face shifts and I think that was an answer in itself that he feared.

"You don't have to tell me anything, it's not my business. Just know that I'm here for you and that I care about you. You're a part of the team and one of the crew members I can actually classify as a friend, your safety means everything to me and the guys." He goes in to hug me, I flinch. His arms don't wrap around me but his arms remain open. I look at him, and slowly melt into the hug. Despite his large stature, his embrace was soft and comforting. I've been hugged countless times, especially by my boyfriend, but never had any of them ever felt anything like this.

'Tell him. Tell him. Tell him.' Was what was screaming in my head as he held me in his arms. But, I just couldn't. We both separated and he was back to take his turn. I just sigh and feel this aching in my stomach. Was it guilt? Shame? Fear? Anxiety for sure.

When things had wrapped up, I roamed about the bridal attire looking at all the dresses feeling as the various textures graced my fingertips and their shape creating a model in my imagination.

"Try some on! Some of the other girls on set did, I think you deserve a chance to as well." Q sneaks past me and I didn't jump out of my skin for once. My eyes lit up like fireworks and I grabbed dress after dress.

"Only if you can give me some honest feedback big guy!" I say as I skip off to the changing room. I changed in and strolled out to the mirror. I spun and got a full look of myself and I felt beautiful for the first time in a long time.

"Look at you glow! Look at that smile!" Q had said enthusiastically. His eyes had wandered, but I noticed they stopped and his expression had changed.

"Something wrong? Did I get something on the dress?!" I look about the dress to find where the stain or imperfection might be.

"No, you just have a bruise on ya. How'd that happen?" I turn and bend my neck to see where in the mirror. There it was on my back left shoulder. I felt ice shoot up my spine.

"I'm just a little clumsy and ditsy! Just being stupid little old me again!" I pick up the skirt and go back to the changing room. This time, I went into something that covered me a little more and hid everything that I wasn't ready to reveal. When I came out, I knew my smile was less enthusiastic and I had lost my spark. I looked at myself, and it was just like I had always dreamed I would look like as a kid if I ever got married. That's when my mood really changed and I just started to whimper and cry. Q was quick to be at my side as I fell to my knees and wept.

"Hey, hey, hey it's okay." He held my hand in his and spoke in a hushed tone as he knelt by me.

"No. It's not. It hasn't been for a while." My mascara was running when I looked up at myself in the mirror. I looked around to see if anyone was there. No one was.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"It's the dress."

"What about it? I think you look good in it if that means anything." I chuckle. Sweet even when I look like a disgusting disaster.

"It's not that. It's just, i've always dreamed of this. Any kid does, especially me. Dressed up in a gorgeous dress of their dreams for their wedding. Smiling when you find the one and the dress. I've dreamt about it ever since I heard my boyfriend say 'I love you' to me. I want to get married but I feel that dream slipping away. He says he loves me, but I'm nothing but a punching bag, a burden, inconsiderate, imperfect, unlovable. Nothing I do is right or enough. I loved him, but I just can't find anything good in him anymore and I can't live like this anymore." The tears fall fast and heavy down my face and onto the carpet of the room. Q doesn't do anything but listen, "I want to leave, but I have nowhere to go. No one that cares. I moved here for work and away from each and every one of my support systems that I had. He said it'd be a new start but it feels like a trap now. I'm scared and I'm alone. I have no one that loves me."

"I don't know what to say to make this any better but I can tell you this for certain: you are not alone in this. He doesn't deserve you. He's stooped to the lowest of the low and is the scum of the earth. A royal piece of shit. I want to help you and I want to get you out of there." My head whips to him and our eyes connect and the tears temporarily stop.

"What do you mean?"

"You have your own bank account right? You know where all your important stuff is right? Do you have a suitcase to pack essentials?"

"Yes. But Q, and I mean this in the nicest way, what the fuck?" It felt like seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. Hope.

"You say you have no support system, well i'm it now. So are the rest of the guys whether they like it or not really. I'm hatching a plan. Are you in or out?" Everything felt sudden and so fast, my mind was racing and so was my heart. This was my chance, my opportunity, my sign that I've been begging for.

"I'm in."

"Perfect."

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I stood in front of the mirror brushing my teeth and I watched him climb into bed in the reflection. I look back to myself.

'Am I ready for this? Is this really what I want?' Second thoughts bloomed in my mind as my eyes kept wandering off to him. This is gonna break him and I almost felt kind of bad for it. I spit the minty foam and rinse my mouth. No more doubts for myself. This is it. I climb into bed and just lay there on my back for a while as I felt the bed shift on occasion as he settled in for the night.

After what felt like an eternity but was only half an hour, I knew he was dead asleep. I snuck out of my bed and gathered all of my important belongings. Special papers like my social security card, passport, etcetera. Quietly pulled out my suitcase and stuffed it to the gills with all my clothes and other little trinkets like jewelry and knick knacks. Once I was all quietly packed, I left it by the front door and sent a quick text to Q that our plan was in motion.

I stepped back into the bedroom to see him unshifted and unbothered. I wish he had been like this all the time. I at least wanted to have the decency to officially split us. I scribbled out a messy letter that I left on the kitchen counter as I heard a car come to a stop on the quiet streets. A peek outside the curtain revealed a red jeep waiting outside. My heart fluttered. I looked around at my surroundings one last time, taking in the last drops of memories both good and bad. With a deep breath I snuck out the front door. Q helped throw my suitcase into the trunk and gave me a hug and I began to cry.

"Honey?" I hear a strained tired voice that wasn't Q's. We both looked to see him standing in the doorway rubbing the sleep from his eyes and to see if what he was seeing was correct. My heart sunk. "Are you kidding me? Cheating on me? You've got to be fucking kidding me." He started to approach and Q shoved me into the passenger seat and guarded the door like a dog, standing tall. I could hear it all beyond the window.

"She's been nothing but loyal to you I can promise you that, maybe a little too loyal for scum like you."

"What do you know about us? Who the fuck are you anyway?" They both stood chest to chest and I was terrified of what was to come next. The fear of not knowing what will happen and being terrified at the idea of the worst thing happening left me trembling and silently crying.

"I know enough. Now step off."

"That's MY girlfriend. Fuck off tough guy." He pushes Q's chest and he stumbles back into the car but quickly regains balance. His fist reels back and I seal my eyes shut not wanting to see anything. When I opened them back up, he was on the floor holding his nose.

"If you know what's good for ya, you'll get your ass back inside and leave her the fuck alone." He begrudgingly gets up, stands there for a moment, looks to me with a glare, and backs away inside. Q adjusts himself and steps into the car.

"Are you okay?" Once again, I'm tearing up and grew to be a mess.

"You're so worried about me. I'm okay but are YOU okay?" I say with a smile.

"Well I just set that dick straight I think, and I'll be having you staying in my guest room. I think I'm doing pretty great." He says with a chuckle as he sets the vehicle in motion, "Now, let's get you to your new place of residency."

"At least until I can find a place for myself."

"Of course, but know: You're welcome to stay as long as you need. All I ask is for occasional help around the house."

"Of course. It would be incredibly rude if I just made a mess of the space you're so graciously sharing with me." We sat in the quiet of the car, adrenaline crash kicking into my system and my eyes grew heavy. "Hey. Thanks by the way."

"That's not an easy situation. It's hard to do alone. The fact that I could help you makes me happier than you know. You deserve to feel safe and loved and feel real love." I smile and he does too.

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jessgartner · 4 years ago

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2020 Life Olympics

The real Olympics may have been canceled in 2020 but the Life Olympics persevered like the postal service of Olympics.

First, I’d like to apologize for my role in the chaos of 2020 because I think I had a slight miscommunication with the powers that be and I feel partly responsible. Here was my plan for 2020:

My theme for 2020 is Intention because I want to take the energy I feel right now and deploy it with more intentionality next year - bringing increased mindfulness to how I spend my time, money, physical and mental energy. And because I love wordplay, I also literally want to spend more time camping “in-tent” to enjoy more peace and quiet and beauty in nature.

The universe was like, “Oh, she wants to spend less money and more time outside? Well, shut it down. Shut the whole planet down.”

I mean, mission accomplished, I guess? I did spend less money and more time outside and had to be VERY intentional with my mental energy to survive the day-to-day morass of 2020. Next time, I will be more specific with my annual manifestations. Sorry to all.

2020 was brutal for pretty much everything and everyone. I don’t know anyone who isn’t in some state of grief right now, including myself. I debated doing a Life Olympics at all this year, feeling like-- what is the point? Hundreds of thousands of people died, our democracy is hanging on by a thread, and millions of people lost jobs, businesses, and homes.

Like many people, I’ve been struggling with anxiety and depression this year which intensified as it got darker and colder outside. At a low point, I talked with my therapist about the struggle of just not wanting to do any of the things that usually bring me joy-- and how periods of relief were so fleeting. “But you have to keep doing those things,” she said, “even if they’re not working right now, you have to keep doing those things and trust the process; the joy will return.”

So even though I don’t really feel like it and kind of feel like it’s dumb, I’m writing the 2020 Life Olympics. I’m trusting the process.

2020 Life Olympics Recap

Work - Participation Trophy

Starting a company is hard, operating a company is harder, but running a company during a global pandemic and economic crisis is something I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy. 2020 was not a fun year to lead a business; it was hell. On March 15, the plan for the year pretty much went out the window and everything went into survival mode. I never take the company or my team for granted, but I’m particularly grateful to be able to usher this work into 2021.

Despite the craziness, we still had some big wins this year. We launched new product partnerships with PowerSchool and Amazon Business. We rebuilt our tool for equitably calculating district funding formulas. And I got to flex my creative muscles with EdFinToks! Throughout it all, I was lucky enough to be surrounded by a team of people who are as compassionate as they are talented.

I’m worried about public education more than ever after this year, but I’m going to keep fighting every day to make it work better for kids.

This is Work-Lite but I also spent a good chunk of time this year leading the modernization workgroup for Bill Henry’s transition committee after his spring primary election to become the new Baltimore City Comptroller, ousting a 25-year incumbent, Joan Pratt. This was an enlightening (and infuriating) experience for me that gave me a glimpse into the operations of a segment of the City government. This process also really helped crystallize how much I enjoy making public agencies function more efficiently; I’m excited to see what Bill does with the recommendations (some are already being put in action!)

Health - Gold

This is the second year in a row (and ever) that I’m giving myself a Gold medal for Health. This was easily a year that I could have regressed on all of my healthy habits and no one would have blamed me. Instead, I leaned into protecting and improving my physical and mental health in 2020. It’s not an exaggeration to say that walking probably saved my life this year. I spent a lot of time walking around my neighborhood and various state and city parks-- walking is maybe not the best word; I stomp and charge around like I have a score to settle with the ground beneath me. My walking increased 370% in 2020. This is a habit of 2020 that I’d like to keep. My brain and body are happier if I can spend a little time walking-- stomping-- around outside each day.

I also did a lot of biking this summer. My cycling increased 200% this year-- with much more time spent cycling outdoors. My crowning achievement this year was biking to and from Annapolis:

I spent a LOT more time outside this year which was critical for my mental health. On the downside, I only did 90% as much yoga and 60% as much strength training, so I want to try to be a little more balanced next year.

I also invested a lot in my mental health this year. I kept up with therapy every 2-4 weeks and in October I decided to pursue a formal diagnosis for ADHD which I definitely have! Needless to say, staying in one place this year has been a special kind of hell for me.

Home - Silver

Well, I definitely spent less money this year. And the way I did spend money made me (mostly) sad:

Travel down 70%

Auto & Transportation up 200% (boo cars)

Shopping down 60%

Personal Care down 35%

Gifts and donations up 200%

Food and Dining down 40%

Entertainment down 35% (I kept up my singing lessons virtually which accounts for a lot of this category)

2020 was quite the palate cleanser from my 2019 year of hedonism but maybe we can go for a happy medium in 2021? Just kidding-- I will resume my hedonist ways the minute the world opens.

I also redid my home office like every other work-from-homer on the planet and replaced my crumbling kitchen floor so the house got some TLC.

But nobody enjoyed having me home all year as much as Darwin:

Relationships - Bronze

What a weird year for relationships of all kinds. I’m giving this a Bronze because while I invested a lot into a few relationships this year, there are also a lot of people in my life to whom I haven’t been able to give my time and love.

One of the most important relationships in my life this year was with one of my former students. After bouncing around in the foster system for many years, we reconnected around the holidays in 2019 and he started crashing with me while we tried to figure out stable housing and employment. He was arrested in January and was incarcerated for the next several months awaiting trial. Finally, we were able to negotiate a plea agreement with the State’s Attorney and he came home around Independence Day. We spent the next several months getting him set up with a phone and various identification documents-- a nightmare in normal times and a total abyss during the pandemic. I got him registered to vote when we got his ID card and I took him to vote for the first time (a supreme treat for this former social studies teacher):

He’s now got a full-time job and stable living situation. Calling this THE success of 2020. Thank you to everyone who helped me with resources all year for housing, legal processes, and documents. It takes a village.

It was a bizarre year for family. We lost my grandmother in September, so not being able to spend the holidays together felt like an especially cruel loss. Other big losses this year include a trip to France to celebrate a milestone birthday for my mother and my brother and sister-in-law’s wedding (Mosby seemed pretty ok with the alternative plan, though):

But in many ways, my family has been more together than ever this year thanks to prolific group chats and photo-sharing. Mostly, I’m just glad everyone else is safe and healthy. As my father often reminds me, “Our problems are small.”

And dating? What to do with this weird Jane-Austen-esque dating scene-- as if modern dating weren’t fraught enough. Is this the universe punishing me for ending my 2019 dating hiatus early? I, for one, have given up. You win this one, pandemic. I’m just going to have my little Twitter crush and call it a year. Next year, though...

Horizons - Silver Gold

You know what? It’s hard to expand your horizons without people or places.

I did the best I could. I finally got back on track with my Goodreads challenge and actually had a really good year of reading, including finally embracing audiobooks through my Libro.fm subscriptions. I especially enjoyed Michelle Obama’s book Becoming and Mike Birbiglia’s The New One on audio-- both narrated by their authors.

I camped in Pocomoke (MD), Western MD, Lake Michigan, and Ohiopyle (PA):

I explored over 30 new hiking/biking trails-- some favorites including the Youghiegheny River trail in PA, the NCR trail, Catoctin Mountain, the C&O Canal Towpath, Annapolis Rock, and of course, Stoney Run in my backyard.

I left Facebook and started the Life Olympics newsletter. I’ll be honest, I don’t miss Facebook but I also don’t understand where that energy, time, and brain space went. I was spending cumulatively hours a day mindlessly scrolling Facebook and I quit cold turkey and barely noticed-- what black hole of our brains does social media occupy? I kind of thought that with all that extra time I would write the next great American novel or something. I’m probably spending a little more time on Twitter, which I could stand to cut back on. Other than that, I think I was just trying to process the shitstorm of this year. Maybe I’ll write the next great American novel post-pandemic.

For the first time in my life, I feel somewhat ‘caught up’ on pop-culture. I finally watched Parks and Recreation (twice); I watched The Mandalorian and finally actually watched Star Wars (episodes IV-IX); I watched the final seasons of The Good Place and Schitt’s Creek; I’m caught up on Insecure; I watched The Prom and Ma Rainey’s Black Bottom and Jingle Jangle; I even started Bridgerton. I know what everyone is talking about and I’m catching so many more pop-culture references these days. (I guess instead of writing the next great American novel I watched Netflix?)

2020 Lessons

I’ve spent plenty of time mourning the missed opportunities of 2020 and will probably always wonder what this year could have been in an alternate universe with a functioning government. But we only have this reality for now, and we made the best of it.

I wanted to slow down in 2020, try to be more intentional, more mindful, and...

No thank you! I liked the pace of my life; it makes my brain and heart happy. I’m happiest when I wake up in a different city three days in a row. I like darting around every borough of Manhattan for nine meetings and three cocktails and then taking a red-eye to Europe. I want to run around to eight conferences for 18-hours a day for three weeks and then sleep for 22 hours. I miss overloading my brain so much that I need a deprivation chamber to sleep. This is who I am. This is how I like to live. And when I was locked down alone in the house for a year, slowing down, being mindful, I never once thought, “I should have... when I had the chance.” Because I always did. And I always will.

2021

We shake with joy, we shake with grief.

What a time they have, these two housed as they are in the same body.

Mary Oliver

We’ve had enough grief. 2021 is going to be all about joy.

Universe, let me be clear: this is not a euphemism or code or secret signal.

I want pure, unadulterated, abundant, joy. I want multi-course dinners in restaurants with lots of close friends and good wine. I want the virus so far gone that I can make-out with handsome strangers. I want a rollicking good time in France and/or Brazil and/or Prague and/or New Zealand and/or Bali. I want to spend the day after Christmas in NYC with my father. I want to be a glutton for theatre and art and music. I want celebrations and parties and sequins.

I want to shake with joy.

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sherrybaby14 · 6 years ago

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The Distraction XI

Summary: This is based off a request for a dark!Steve Rogers x Reader. You are innocent and Steve is in need of a distraction.

Warnings: THIS IS A RAPE/NONCON STORY. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF THIS OFFENDS YOU.

A/N: So this is it! The last chapter! Thank you all for reading!!

His chest rose and fell at a rapid rate. Both of you speechless.

“I love you too.” He said the words in between pants.

They weren’t words though. They were more. They were everything. He was your everything.

Five minutes of work and then he could check again. Steve leaned back in his chair and ran his hands down his face. He had the browser window minimized, but all he could do was stare at it. What if she had moved rooms? What if…she tried to leave?

“Ugh.” Steve knew it wasn’t his finest moment but he clicked the mouse and maximized the screen.

His heart jumped in his throat. She was gone. He clicked the button to zoom out to all of the cameras and scanned the screen.

“If you want to slack at work I can recommend a better movie.” Tony’s voice made Steve jump in his chair. “Wow, you are distracted. I can’t remember the last time anyone snuck up on you.”

“It’s the first day I’m leaving her alone out of the basement.” Steve went back to scanning the images.

“There.” Tony leaned over and tapped the screen, zooming in on her. “See? Y/N’s fine.”

“She doesn’t like it when I watch her like this.” Steve watched as she curled up on the couch with a book.

“I told you, my system is flawless. You will always know where she is.” Tony bit into an apple with a crunch over Steve’s shoulder. “Now we don’t exactly have desk jobs. Any leads on that threat?”

“I don’t think it’s credible.” Steve made the camera image of you larger. “I used to love being here, but now I just want to be with her.”

“Retire.” Tony leaned back. “Or go down to a consulting position. I know you don’t need the money.”

Steve had been thinking about that exact idea lately. Then they could spend all their time together, and soon they would be ready to start a family and he didn’t want to miss a second of time with their children if he could help it.

“The old man is growing up.” Tony slapped Steve on the back. “I’m glad this whole experiment worked out for you.”

A smile spread across Steve’s face. He nodded, knowing Tony’s ego didn’t need a full-on thank you. But Steve had his girl now and that wouldn’t have been possible without Tony’s assistance. Steve was catching on to technology, but Tony helped with the door and cameras amongst other things.

Steve’s smile faltered when she stood up from the couch. He recognized body cues and she went from relaxed to almost running.

“You should put it on motion setting then the view would auto-switch. Go to camera four.” Tony tapped the screen sending it into touch mode and made the change.

Steve’s knuckles went white as he watched her sprint to the hall and towards the front door. He knew leaving her alone was a mistake. She wasn’t ready. He stood up from his desk ready to rush home, equal parts scared, angry, and disappointed.

Her hand grabbed the handle and Steve started to turn.

“Woah, calm down.” Tony set his hand on Steve’s shoulder.

“I told her not to leave.” Steve ignored Tony and started towards the door. “Now we’re going to end up back at square one.”

“WAIT.” Tony was one of the few people who could give that command and Steve would listen. “Look.”

Steve glanced over his shoulder to see you curled up on the porch screen. His adrenaline started to fade, but then his jaw clenched.

“I was clear. She wasn’t supposed to leave the house.” Steve walked back over. “What if she’s testing the limits? Seeing how far she can get without me noticing?”

“Of course she’s testing the limits.” Tony took another bite of his apple. “Wouldn’t you?”

“She should have asked me first.” Steve knew he should have left her in the basement. “She’s not ready.”

“I thought she dropped the L word?” Tony dipped his chin. “Check your phone.”

Steve pulled the thing from the pocket of his jeans. There it was on the home screen.

Would you mind if I sat on the porch?

It’s such a nice day. I’ll be good. I promise.

Please? The house is lonely without you.

You told me this is my home too, does that mean I can go outside? I won’t leave the porch I promise.

I am going to sit outside. Please don’t be mad at me.

I love you.

The text messages started two hours ago. Steve felt heavy with guilt.

“I was so busy watching her I didn’t even think about her messaging me.” Steve shook his head as he sat back down. “I saw her on her phone too, but I had mine on silent. I assumed she was checking e-mail or something.”

“Okay man. If you’re giving her access to e-mail/internet then this whole freaking out watching her behavior is your problem, not hers.” Tony folded his arms.

He tried to look disappointed, but the apple slipped from his fingers and hit the carpet with a thud.

“I never said it was on her.” Steve watched as she flipped the pages of her book.

“Retiring or not, there’s no way you can be with her every second of every day. It’s not healthy.” Tony picked up his fruit and continued to eat.

“You’re the definition of healthy?” Steve pointed to the fruit.

“You should take advice from the man who didn’t judge you for this entire situation.” Tony swirled his finger. “All I’m saying is, you’re never going to trust her unless you give her a choice. What’s that cliché?”

“If you love someone let them go.” Steve knew exactly where Tony was going, the thought had crossed his mind.

“Well that works too, but I was thinking ‘all is fair in love and war’.” Tony took another crunch from his apple. “Either way, do something because you being here physically with your head with her isn’t doing much good for the team.”

Steve sighed. He knew Tony was right, he had some choices to make and maybe it was time Y/N made one too.

~~~

Was it a test? Was he not responding because he was mad at you? Were you annoying him at work?

Or was it worse? Did something happen to him? For all you knew he was on a mission, battling bad guys, saving the world. As the hours ticked by the thoughts got worse. What if he was injured? You felt a panic attack come on.

You knew there were cameras all over the house. Maybe he was watching you. If he was and had a problem with you going outside, he would rush home, right?

That was enough. You ran towards the front door; sure you were going to lose your nerve if you paused to think about it.

As soon as you got to the swing your heart clenched. He said not to leave, would he be angry? Did you break a rule? You flipped through the pages of your book and then heard the ding.

Don’t go further than the porch. I’ll be home in two hours. We’re going out.

You dropped your head back and closed your eyes. He was safe. As soon as that settled in you picked your head back up. Out? A smile spread across your face. It had been so long. Was he going to take you to a movie? Maybe dinner?

He had promised to take you to Coney Island. The weather was nice, maybe it was time to ride some rides.

You tried not to get too excited because it didn’t matter where he was taking you as long as the two of you would be together.

The book and the porch were no longer interesting. You stood up and went back into the house, determined to make yourself look perfect for your date. You were going to take as long as possible to get ready because right now two hours sounded like an eternity.

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The blue dress you chose would always have a special place in your heart. You ran your hands down the pleats and remembered the first time Steve dressed you. It must have been his favorite.

That scared girl seemed like a stranger. You remembered the night he took you and your virginity, but it wasn’t you shaking on the bed. It was like you were standing in the room watching the scene play out instead of being there.

Still, the vision made your lips part as you let out a stifled whimper. The phantom orgasm sending shivers down your sides as a tingle formed between your legs.

You pushed your thighs together and hoped if he brought you to Coney Island he would give you some panties.

Then the image of Steve’s hand creeping up your thigh as a rollercoaster went to the top caused another wave of excitement. You were definitely a different girl.

The break of the door opening sounded and you rounded the corner. Steve walked inside and you almost melted at the sight. You stood in the hall as he came to you, wrapping his arms around your waist, while you placed yours around his neck, giving you the touch you craved.

“I missed you doll.” He kissed the top of your head.

You squeezed and shut your eyes as tears started to form. It was hell being away from him.

“I love it when you get all ready for me like this.” He pulled back and you looked up. “Of course tonight it’s not just for me, is it?”

“It’s only for you.” A tremble worked its way over you. “Were you mad at me today?”

“No.” Steve brushed his hand over your hair. “You did very well. I need to get better at checking my phone.”

Maybe you shouldn’t have sent him so many messages. His work was so demanding and you knew in the back of your heart he wouldn’t have cared if you went on the porch. You shouldn’t bother him so much.

“Well, you look ready to go.” Steve dropped his arms from your waist. “Shall we?”

Your features tightened. You expected some private attention before you left. Your arousal went unanswered and you clenched your thighs.

“I recognize that look.” His blue eyes flashed as he dipped his chin and took your hand. “If we end up in bed we won’t end up leaving.”

“It doesn’t have to be the bed.” You blurted out as you pressed your hand to his chest.

“Very clever Y/N.” Steve placed another kiss on the top of your head. “But you know what I mean.”

You let out a sigh, not trying to hide your disappointment.

“Are you trying to break me down?” Steve tilted your chin up. “Because if you keep pouting like this I’m going to give in and cancel all our plans. Would you rather stay home?”

“I’m sorry.” You dropped your head and squeezed his hand. “I won’t pout.”

“Good girl.” Steve turned and led you out the door.

He spun around on the porch and locked the house. You had been on a few walks over the last couple weeks but hadn’t gone anywhere really. Steve offered to take to you a few stores, but it was so easy to have stuff delivered. For some reason your anxiety flared, maybe leaving wasn’t such a good idea.

“Are you alright doll?” Steve appeared next to you, a look of concern on his face.

You opened your mouth to tell him you wanted to stay home, but stopped. He wanted to go out and you couldn’t be a hermit forever. Besides, you would be with him all night. Safe.

“Yeah.” You placed your hand back in his. “Curious where we’re going.”

“It’s not far.” Steve walked off the porch first.

For some reason, your feet felt heavy, but you picked them up and walked in your flats right behind your man. He led you down the pathway that went around the house. Normally you went toward the beach and realized you didn’t really know what the back of the house looked like.

There was a concrete path that led through a backyard with a shed and a garage that faced out towards a back alleyway. Steve fiddled with the keys.

You tried to remember the last time you were in a car. It was probably the night Steve acquired you, but of course, you were unconscious. You brought your hand to your neck where he had poked you with a syringe and drugged you. Different girl.

He went to the garage and lifted the door. The space was immaculate with half of it turned into a workbench. In the center was a mid-size black SUV.

“You look surprised.” Steve led you over to the passenger’s side and opened the door.

“I pictured you a classic car guy.” He lifted you into the seat.

“I’m not really a car guy at all.” Steve leaned over and buckled your belt. “This one had a high safety rating. The classic ones are death traps.”

“It smells brand new.” You almost forgot what the new car scent was.

“It is.” Steve winked before shutting the door.

He walked around and jumped in the driver’s seat.

“I got it a few months ago when I decided I would be driving something very valuable.” He turned over the engine.

You looked out the window and tried to downplay how giddy his comment had made you. This was all for you.

He backed out the driveway and you were off. The sun was starting to set and you wished you grabbed a sweater. It didn’t take long until the houses disappeared and storefronts popped up. The old you would’ve been obsessing over each turn, trying to figure out where you were, but now you didn’t give that sort of thing a second thought.

You didn’t need to worry about that sort of thing. Steve would take care of you. The thought made you glance at your man. There was no smile on his face as he drove with a tense posture.

“Are you alright?” You shifted in your seat to look at him. “You seem nervous.”

“I’m fine.” Steve’s body language was a different story. It looked like he was squeezing the steering wheel so hard he might break the thing.

“I’m not going to run away or cause a scene. You don’t have to worry about that.” You reached out and put your hand on his fingers.

“I know doll.” Steve didn’t relax.

“In fact, I don’t want you to worry about anything.” You tried to study his reaction. “I love you. I’m so grateful for everything you’ve done for me.”

“Well, it’s my job to worry about you.” The car slowed down.

You looked around as Steve came to a high metal fence. He rolled down the window and then tapped in a security code. The gate opened to show lines of brick storage units.

“Where are we?” This wasn’t the date night you were imagining.

Steve didn’t respond as he drove down the line of orange doors. He slowed again toward the back.

“I have something to show you.” He stopped the car.

You looked at him and swore he was starting to sweat. He put the car in park and turned off the engine. He didn’t unbuckle his belt as he put his hands on the wheel. Whatever he was doing it was upsetting him.

“Hey, we can go.” You put your hand on his leg. “You don’t have to show me anything.”

Though your curiosity was spiked. The man had lived such an interesting, long life. You wondered what was in the storage unit. Maybe something from his childhood? Or something from the war?

“No.” Steve unbuckled his seatbelt. “Come on doll. It’s important.”

He reached over and undid yours before she opened the door and stepped out. You went to the handle on your side, but Steve was there in an instant. He picked you up from the seat and set you on your feet.

“Just…remember I love you.” Steve ducked his head down and pressed his lips to yours.

It took you by surprise, but you placed your hands on his cheeks and opened your mouth. He grabbed your hips and pulled you closer as his tongue swirled with yours. The need between your legs started to grow again. How was it possible for one person to want another person this bad?

“Mmmmm.” You let out a moan and Steve pulled away.

You didn’t care what was in the storage unit. There was nothing from his past that could chase you away. You were his. Forever.

He went to the side of the garage style door and put in a key. It was dusk now and the sky was darkening by the second. Steve went to the center and opened the unit.

Nothing looked out of the ordinary. It looked mainly like furniture. There was a mattress on its side, a dresser, a television, and a couch.

The couch looked familiar. You took a step forward and realized it all looked familiar. A lump started to form in your throat. You didn’t know if it was a sob trying to break free or your voice getting caught.

You didn’t let either come out as you stepped inside the unit. Steve didn’t touch you as you passed him, staying a few feet behind you.

“Why are you showing me this?” The back had several bins stacked on top of each other.

“It’s time for you to decide Y/N.” Steve shuffled behind you.

“Decide?” You ran your fingertips over your old dresser and wondered if your clothes were inside or in the bins in the back.

“If you want to leave, I’ll set you up with a new apartment and support you financially until you get settled.” There was a shake to Steve’s voice. “If you want to stay, it will be more of the same. I still expect you to follow my rules. I’ll take care of you. Keep you….”

“Stop.” The tears in your eyes started to fall down your cheeks. “Just stop.”

You knew you shouldn’t talk to him that way, but your brain was firing off in all directions and you couldn’t concentrate on anything. The man might as well have been speaking gibberish. A decision? A choice?

You glanced around the storage unit, looking at all of your old possessions. The television you used to binge watch, the crummy kitchen table where you ate you take out and doubled as a desk, the couch you used to fall asleep on more often than the mattress whose springs poked you in the back.

“Please Y/N.” Steve’s voice startled you. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

It was like everything was moving in slow motion as you spun to face him. He bit his lip and stuck his hands in his back pockets as he glanced at the ground before meeting your eyes.

He took a step forward and you knew he wanted to hug you, but you took a step back and lifted your hand. Right now you didn’t want comfort from him.

“I am thinking you look so sad.” Steve held both of his hands in the air. “And I want to hold you until you’re smiling again.”

“You said you would never let me go.” Your voice cracked. “So either this is a test, and if I chose to leave you are going to take me back home and start over again, back to the basement, or it means that your feelings for me have changed and you’re no longer willing to burn the world down for me.”

Steve lowered his hands and flexed his jaw.

“Either way it hurts.” You took a step towards him. “But it doesn’t matter because I am not giving you a choice.”

You brought your hand up and cupped his face before looking him square in the eyes.

“I crave you. Your touch. Your control. Your guidance. Your praise. All of it.” Your eyes went to his lips. “So I won’t make a decision, because there’s never been a choice, for either of us.”

In the same movement, Steve crashed his lips against yours and brought his hands under your ass, lifting you into the air and storage unit. You wrapped your legs around him and wiggled in his embrace, trying to rub your body against his as your kiss deepened.

Steve fell forward and your back hit the couch. Both of your hands dropped to his waist as you undid his jeans. You continued to kiss and realized he had better positioning to free his cock so you bunched the skirt of your dress up and spread your legs.

He owned you and that was how you wanted it. There was no sense in fighting that fact. Missing him all day had left your soaking and there was no need to ease inside.

Even with the lubrication, he filled you with such force that you broke the kiss and winced. Steve didn’t stop as he brought his hips back and slammed into you with power making you moan and cry at the same time.

The door to the unit was still wide open and any patron could drive by so you knew you had to be quiet.

“All mine Y/N.” Steve moved back and slammed inside of you again. “Every bit of you is mine.”

There was such force behind his movement and his words that you moaned. He quickened his pace, not pulling out as far but still pumping into you so hard your body bounced on the couch. You were about to start screaming from pleasure if you didn’t find something to do with your mouth.

His neck was right in front of you and you grabbed the back of his head and pulled him down closer to you as your mouth attached to it. You sucked in hard and pressed your tongue against his skin as he kept stuffing you with his cock.

You brought your arms around his back and held him closer, lifting your body as best you could while you were caged underneath him, still sucking his skin hard into your mouth. The closeness made him press against your clit with every thrust.

Each time he hit your bundle of nerves you squealed, making it harder to keep your lips on his neck.

Steve put more weight on you and started rocking his hips, keeping more pressure on your clit while he filled you. It was too much and you dropped your head back to the couch and let out a moan.

“That’s right Y/N.” Steve started going even faster and you couldn’t stay quiet. You panted and moaned underneath him. “You’re so good. You take me so well.”

The praise made your toes curl and the coil in your stomach tighten.

“Perfect. My perfect Y/N.” Steve’s face was right above yours. “Cum for me doll, like the good girl you are.”

“Ahhh!” You didn’t hold back as the spring burst forward.

It was hard to tell if it was black spots or just darkness but your orgasm ripped through you with a roar. Steve gave two more quick thrusts until he followed you over the cliff, his cock unloading inside of you.

You dropped your arms until they were at the sides of your head while Steve pressed his face into the couch. Your fingers trailed the fabric. You never thought this couch would see any action.

“We should get out of here.” Steve’s cock slid out making you whimper.

He tucked himself back into his pants and offered you a hand. You stood up and felt your juices trail down your leg. You wished you were at home, then the two of you could have undressed all the way.

He brought your hand to his lips and then pulled you close, throwing an arm around your shoulder.

“Steve?” You leaned against him.

“Yeah doll?” He walked you to the car and opened the passenger’s side door before lifting you inside and buckling you in.

“Never bring me back here again.” You pressed your lips.

Steve looked up at you with wide eyes. There was hidden meaning in your words that was not lost on him. He gave you a single nod in understanding.

He stood up and placed a peck on your lips before he shut the door and closed up the storage unit. When he climbed in the car the light from the door gave you enough time to see your work.

Steve turned over the engine and drove away while a smile spread across your face. He owned you, but you owned him as well. And right now there was a mark of your ownership in a big purple hickey on his neck.

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It was hard to keep his eyes on the road. He wanted to keep glancing at her, especially when she was smiley like this.

Steve reached out and took her hand, feeling guilty he didn’t have both of his on the wheel. If they got in a car accident and she was hurt he would never forgive himself.

“I didn’t think we were in the car this long on the way out. Are we going home?” She glanced around the neighborhood.

“Not yet.” Steve gave a smile. “I thought it was time to introduce you to some people.”

Her eyes went wide and she dropped Steve’s hand and flipped open the mirror.

“No…can we go home?” She looked perfect. “At least let me change? I mean…I smell like…and there’s stuff on my leg.”

“You smell like me.” Steve wanted her to have the reminder. “And that’s my stuff on your leg.”

Steve spotted the pizza parlor and found a parking spot right out front.

“I’m not ready for this.” She started to shake her hands out. “Please, can we reschedule?”

“You are ready.” Steve leaned over and unbuckled her seatbelt. “They’re going to love you. Just be yourself.”

He got out of the car and grinned. Tonight had gone perfect. Y/N was clever and saw right through his ruse, but she was confident enough to call him on it. Of course, he was never going to let her go.

“Please.” She looked at the ground when he brought her out of the car. “Another night?”

“Don’t overthink it.” Steve wrapped his arm around her shoulders and led her inside. “It’s just a small group.”

He walked inside and held her tight. Bruce spotted them first and Steve led her over to the back.

“So this is the famous Y/N?” Tony asked. “I understand why you’ve been keeping her to yourself.”

“Ignore them.” Nat held out her hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Hello.” Y/N shook hands.

Steve sat down and put her chair extra close to his. Tony started talking and he noticed Y/N start to relax. He knew she was ready.

“Is that a hickey?” Bruce got Steve’s attention.

“What?” Steve touched his neck.

“Way to go Y/N.” Nat held up her hand and Y/N gave her a high five.

His girl turned to look at him and she gave a sheepish smile.

“Oh, we’re going to talk about this when we get home.” Steve winked as he placed a light kiss on her neck.

Nat started up a conversation with Y/N and Steve leaned back in his chair. He moved his hand to the back of her neck and rubbed his thumb in a small circle.

She was his perfect distraction. So shy, too smart for her own good, beautiful, and she had developed so wonderfully under him.

Steve continued to rub the tiny circle and his smile grew. If she wanted to mark him with a hickey on his neck it was fine, he pushed a little harder and then felt it.

There was no way she was ever going to leave him or get away. He made sure of that on their first night when she was still unconscious, in fact, it was the first thing he had done in her apartment after knocking her out.

His thumb moved again over the tiny microchip in her neck. Maybe one day he would tell her about it, but he didn’t think so. He didn’t want to risk having her try and rip it out. Besides, she was being so good right now, but what if that changed?

Steve had to be prepared for anything and one thing was sure. He was never going to let her go. NEVER.

THE DISTRACTION

Thank you everyone for reading! I hope you enjoyed reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. Feedback is always appreciated!

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nia-ge · 5 years ago

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Spark of a Relationship (SolomonxMC)

Genre: Fluff.

Rate: all family, yeah, not even a full kiss. But who knows in the future.

Words: 1033.

Additional comments: please have mercy on me, I’m a native Spanish speaker who has to find her place in this world ;-; Correct any mistakes if you’d like.

If you’d like I’ll probably make a second part.

Ever since I heard that there was another human in Devildom I was brimming with excitement. When I heard the word “magic” my heart leaped. Could it be? Humans can actually use magic? My mind wandered around imagining how King Solomon would look like. Considering he was to study with me, I couldn’t conceive him being an old man of white beard, but I couldn’t imagine him being anything else. Hence, when I saw such a good-looking guy, I could only stay perplexed and smile awkwardly afterward. But he was nice as well and didn’t make a big deal about it.

A few months into the exchange program we were relatively close, “we humans need to stick together”, and I often went to Purgatory Hall so we could study together. Of course, that was my excuse to be close to him. Truth be told, I was falling in love with this white-haired magician. I loved the way he teased me, and his witty comments, he made me feel calm and… at home…

But he was THE Solomon and thinking that he could feel the same was a really long shot. So I was content just receiving his help with class, even when I didn’t really need it.

“Solomon?” I called for him, everyone was retrieving their things since the class was over. He looked at me and smiled.

“What is it?”

“I still don’t get this problem, could you explain to me?”

“Sure, Luke said he was going to try making some new recipe today, I’m sure he would be happy for you to taste it.” I felt my face glowing.

“Really!? Yey! Come on, let’s go!” I grabbed his hand jumping in place, once he was ready I started to run dragging him along. Luke was just as excited when he saw me coming, he transformed his face into a serious expression and rolled his sleeves while walking to the kitchen.

He explained to me different exercises over a couple of hours, I couldn’t stop hearing his voice. Finally, Luke’s new dessert was ready, so we decided to take a break while eating. His room had all kinds of magic books, but it wasn’t stuffed like Satan’s, it was rather tidy and cozy.

“What are you looking that’s so interesting?” his grin made me blush.

“I-I’m sorry, didn’t mean to stare.”

“It’s ok” he took the last sip from his tea, I had already finished my cake. “So… MC” my eyes enticed him to continue “why are you here?”. I knew he knew when the grin never left his face, so I took my only option left: lie terribly as only I can do.

“I-I mean, w-why would I have a rea…? Oh! Math of course! We are here because of math. Haven’t you spend the last couple of hours teaching me? Oof, who would’ve guessed you’re so silly, Solomon.” The words came fast out of my mouth while I laughed awkwardly, and I ended up grabbing my cup of tea and raising it to my lips.

“Your cup is empty.”

I stopped on my tracks. Indeed it was empty, since a while ago. I didn’t have to see his grin to know that it was growing on pair with my blush, but I did have to lower my cup eventually, and when I did, my eyes were fixated on it.

“Wh… how did you notice?” was the only murmur my voice could articulate.

“Because you started to ask my help with things you already knew.” I fidgeted with my hands.

“I’m… sorry…” my voice came softly and shy. I was sure he was enjoying seeing me squirmish, but his smile was actually full of sweetness, one that I’ve never seen before on him. My hands broke in sweat, my breathing became heavy. Then his face turned serious.

“You know… you don’t need to be sorry, it actually makes me happy that you feel like that.”

“Does it?” I almost jumped from my seat on the floor.

“Yes.” The silence lingered for a few seconds, my mind seemed to have launched at least 50 questions in that short time. Most of them were: “how does he feel?”, but I couldn’t bring myself to ask any of them.

“We should finish this study session.” His words broke my illusion, and I blinked into reality. Yes, math, of course.

We kept working on silence, there was nothing else I could ask him. At this point, I was working on auto mode, for my mind was extremely busy thinking. Did this mean that I can’t hang out with him anymore? What am I supposed to do from now on? I couldn’t just say that I wanted to go out with him… could I?

The study session finished before I could start answering questions.

“I’ll walk you to the House of Lamentation.” I didn’t know how to feel about it, but soon I noticed that it didn’t matter because we each kept silent until we reached the gates.

“Thank you for your help, Solomon.”

“It was nothing, you didn’t need it anyway.” I smiled, hiding my hair behind my ear. “So…” I looked at him, expecting what was next. “Do you want to do something tomorrow? I heard there is a limited special in Hells Kitchen.” My eyes grew big.

“Like… like a date or something?” My nails dug onto my hands almost hurtfully. He laughed, it was refreshing. His slight blush stopped me from breathing.

“Yes… like a date… or something.”

“Sure!” I answered almost too fast.

“Then I’ll come around 8?”

“Sounds perfect!” my smile was surely too much.

“Fine.” Time seemed to stop when he got near me. When his lips touched my cheek, my heart dropped to my stomach. “See you tomorrow then.” Solomon turned to leave.

“See you… tomorrow…” he was gone.

Next, I was running through the entrance and halls. I could hear the brothers calling me but my mind was only focused on one thing: I have a date with Solomon! Nothing could ever put down my smile at that moment. At least not until my next big worry came to my mind: what am I going to wear?

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eggoreviews · 6 years ago

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20 Dream Games for the Playstation Classic!

The PS1 Classic came out last year. Everyone got excited for a minute, but then we found out it was missing almost everything! Here’s my personal list of the 20 games I reckon should’ve been included. I’ll stick to one per franchise to keep it fair, but I might have to break that rule once. Hope you enjoy/agree!

Note: This is just my opinion. There might be some ones you don’t agree with, and I might have cut some ones from the original lineup you liked. Sorry in advance lol

Before I kick off the list, thought I’d briefly list off the games I cut from the Classic’s actual lineup:

Battle Arena Toshinden

Cool Boarders 2

Destruction Derby

Intelligent Qube

Jumping Flash

Mr. Driller

Oddworld: Abe’s Oddysee

Resident Evil (you’ll see why)

Ridge Racer Type 4

Super Puzzle Fighter II Turbo

Syphon Filter

Tom Clancy’s Rainbow Six

Twisted Metal

Wild Arms

Aight, let’s go.

1. Final Fantasy VII

The quintessential PS1 JRPG, of course FF7 had to stick around from the original lineup. Like it or loathe it, FF7 defined its console and is still highly regarded as one of the best JRPGs of all time. Playstation wouldn’t really be Playstation without this game. This was the game that pushed Final Fantasy into 3D, and firmly into the hearts and minds of players everywhere. There’s little else to say, other than that you kind of already know how iconic this one is.

2. Grand Theft Auto

The humble beginnings of a now mammoth franchise, the first entry in the now legendary GTA series was a top down weird thing that let you explore three separate cities in whatever cars you can find. While this doesn’t hold up especially well today admittedly, GTA was an important milestone, not just for its series but for its console generation and has certainly earned its iconic status to belong on the PS Classic. This one was a good choice.

3. Metal Gear Solid

Another obvious choice, MGS is where Metal Gear really became Metal Gear. Brilliantly cheesy voice acting, awesome stealth gameplay, suitably weird story and the birth of the now iconic codex screen, MGS is like the archetypal cold war film wrapped in a supremely fun package on the PS1. If this wasn’t here, there is no PS Classic and that’s just the tea.

4. Revelations: Persona

This was one I wasn’t expecting an appearance from on the PS Classic, but I’m glad it did. In my head, the beginnings of this extremely weird spin-off JRPG series is an essential piece of kit on a classic compilation. Everyone hoping to experience the best of what PS1 had to offer should probably try this one out and while it certainly isn’t for everyone, it’s certainly unforgettable and deserves its place among the rest of this lot. But hey, maybe I’m biased because I’m obsessed with Persona 5.

5. Rayman

The first in the franchise that spawned my favourite 2D platformer of all time, Rayman made his glorious start on the PS1. While some may argue that the second entry in this colourful, creative platformer series deserves the spot, I’m with Sony in giving the spot to the first instead. Despite the cringey, cliche villain name they went for, this game was innovative for its time and had its own unique art style that still holds up remarkably well today. This limbless boy has earned his place.

6. Tekken 3

The final game from the original 20 I’m carrying over into my list, my thoughts are that this compilation was in need of a traditional fighting game and Tekken 3 perfectly fits the bill. This acts as one of the most iconic fighters on the PS1, and is pretty much superior in every way to the previous two entries, bringing with it more characters, more moves to pull off and a better, smoother combat system in general. This is the perfect fighter for fans of retro and takes its place rather nicely on the classic console.

7. Oddworld: Abe’s Exoddus

Here’s the reason why I cut Abe’s Oddysee, to replace it with what is arguably its vastly superior sequel! Oddysee is still good, but for newcomers to this extremely odd platformer, the larger variety of power-ups and potential strategies is a much better pick for those unfamiliar with the franchise. To put it simply, Exoddus just holds up better today than its predecessor. Get ready for what is kind of nightmare fuel though, as the slightly unsettling imagery and character designs are bound to make you feel a little uneasy as you traverse dystopian, industrial environments as a weird amphibian thing.

8. Resident Evil 2

And, predictably, here’s why I cut the first RE, because there was no way I was leaving this franchise off my list. It was a tough one, but the second just won out. In my mind, RE2 just improved upon the first one in so many ways. While the first was a horrifying, strategic blast through an infested mansion that became one of the PS1′s defining games, RE2 took what the first one did well and built on it immeasurably. More developed characters, a fleshed out story, more unique environments to explore. Even though the map got exponentially bigger, that feeling of claustrophobia never went away and it was awesome the level of horror they could achieve with 90s graphics. As a legendary horror game, RE2′s the one I would go with.

9. Bishi Bashi Special

I know what you’re probably thinking, ‘this arsehole cut Ridge Racer but they’re making room for Uncle Bean?’ Well, hear me out. A lot of you may not have heard of Bishi Bashi Special. It’s a little known Japanese party game that is the maddest thing you will ever play. And in a classic compilation filled with iconic RPGs and the like, I felt that injecting a little chaotic madness into the mix was never gonna be a bad thing. There’s nothing on the PS1 that even comes close to the level of chaotic fun this gives you and shows the pure variety of the console’s back catalog. I’m very firm on this game’s place. Fight me about it.

10. Legacy of Kain: Soul Reaver

A hack-and-slash game with fully rendered 3D open environments, starring a kickarse silent vampire with glowy eyes. It’s a real wonder they didn’t put this on the starting lineup. For real though, Soul Reaver was ahead of its time in a lot of ways, really testing the PS1 to the limit with its graphics and control scheme. An awesome tech demo for the time that still holds up well today, but is also a solid game in general. Very worthy of this list.

11. Castlevania: Symphony of the Night

As pretty much any PS fan will tell you, this game kind of has to be here. And everyone won’t shut up about it for good reason. While Castlevania made its start on Nintendo systems with the original trilogy, it really made its mark on the industry when Symphony of the Night dropped onto the PS1 in 1997. It took what made the other games so great and built on it all, providing a sprawling platforming epic filled with collectible power-ups, hidden places to explore and a story that, at the time, defined the franchise. Many would argue that the series still hasn’t topped this entry, and as such is an essential addition that is sorely missing from the real thing.

12. Tomb Raider II

Tomb Raider is, well, iconic. I’ve used that word a lot but it’s true. Lara Croft and the franchise she belongs to are iconic, especially to the Playstation. And like Castlevania, the lack of any Tomb Raider on the Classic is almost criminal. This title encompassed everything that makes the original Tomb Raider trilogy so great, interesting puzzles and areas that require a lot of strategic thought to traverse, a decent selection of weapons and vehicles and a sense of genuine fun and adventure that runs through the whole thing. Tomb Raider is cool, and it doesn’t need much introduction. And for me, this was the most glaring omission of them all.

13. Crash Bandicoot 2: Cortex Strikes Back

While we’re on the subject of glaring omissions, here’s what was basically the PS1′s answer to Mario and Sonic, Crash Bandicoot. In particular, I’ve chosen Crash 2 because I feel it’s the best experience for new players. Crash 1, while it’s the original, is full of a load of fuckery that may put newcomers off altogether if they can’t master the jolty controls and the slightly unfair life system. Not a bad game, just not great for those new to the franchise. Crash 2 just sort of lends itself better to the classic, challenging but not too much 2D platforming the series is known for. Well-designed, aesthetically pleasing levels, consistently fun mechanics and even a story you can sort of follow. This was Crash at his best, and it needed to be here.

14. Spyro 3: Year of the Dragon

Yet another PS Classic omission that made people sad, Spyro acted as the lesser known, but still suitably iconic second mascot for the PS1. Unlike his orange counterpart, Spyro’s levels felt much less linear and were more of an explorative collectathon rather than a straight platformer. And of the original trilogy, it’s pretty safe to say that number 3 consolidated everything the first two nailed and made it as perfect as it could be. Year of the Dragon defined the series at the time, and it needed to be onboard as much as Crash.

15. Crash Team Racing

Look at me go, I’ve finally broken my franchise rule. But in this one instance, considering how wildly different the 2 Crash games are, I think we can let it slide. CTR was never really meant to happen, it was mostly just a side project for the guys at Naughty Dog to do while they still had the rights. And the result was an awesome, fast-paced and crazy experience to rival Mario Kart. Unlike Nintendo’s equivalent at the time, CTR had much heavier, clunkier feels to the karts you drove, which really made you feel like you were driving this hunk of metal. You had power-ups that kept everything interesting, shortcuts to learn and even a full-on Diddy Kong Racing style adventure mode. Guess we’ll just have to wait for the remaster to relive this one.

16. MediEvil

I’ll be honest, this was the one I was most disappointed to have missing from the Classic. I absolutely adore this game. I love the story, the concept of Sir Dan as a character, the combat and the lovely gothic areas you encounter from a mausoleum to ghost pirate ship. But most of all, the cheeky, totally stupid British humour running through the whole thing, particularly through the game’s archetypal villain Zarok, makes the whole game as funny as it is epic, with a suitably rousing soundtrack following you on your journey to prove you’re not the zero everyone thinks you are. Classic game, desperately needed a place on the lineup.

17. Gran Turismo 2

I’m going to preface this by saying that I don’t care much for realistic racing games, I don’t derive a lot of joy out of them and they aren’t really my cup of tea. But in my efforts to keep this lineup as diverse as possible, I thought I’d include the game that really pushed the PS1′s graphical capabilities to its limits and almost created a game that surpassed its console generation in its looks. There’s a whole wealth of content here; a whole bunch of cars to unlock and a beefy career mode to keep you busy for a fair while. And this game differs from other racing games on the system by rewarding strategic thought and encouraging players to think through every action they take on the race track, which for me makes this the most immersive racer on the system.

18. PaRappa the Rapper

Okay, I know. I really did just put this here. But come on, PaRappa ended up in PS All Stars, so he’s gotta mean something to someone, right? It doesn’t matter how you slice it, this paper dog properly revolutionised rhythm games at the time, creating a fun and responsive, if a little short, experience that was certainly unique for the time. This is another that would definitely fall under the weird category, but it’s a bit of Playstation that doesn’t get mentioned nearly enough and it’s worth a spot on pure fun factor alone.

19. Ape Escape

As one of the first games to rely entirely on the Dualshock analog sticks, Ape Escape is another that falls into the ‘must mean something to someone’ category, as Ape Escape also ended up with a character in PS All Stars. This one is a fairly simple foray, but it was met with a lot of love from fans, as you play as a tiny, chibi version of the dude from Yu Gi Oh (tell me I’m wrong) and round up a bunch of escaped apes in varying platforming levels with a cool selection of gadgets. It’s here because it’s here, let it be.

20. Silent Hill

Silent Hill is pretty much as iconic as horror games get, and yet I somehow managed to forget about it until I got the 20th and final game on my list. It was claustrophobic, gory, full of metaphors you really don’t want to dig into and, most of all, it was terrifying. The constant fog, while it was mostly implemented to account for lack of draw distance, worked in the game’s favour and became a staple in the series. For the PS1 era, this game and the series it belongs to properly nailed the scare factor and left everyone who went near it feeling at least a bit uneasy. Saying this belongs here is an understatement.

Cool, there’s my list. My probably quite badly justified list clouded by pure fan-ness. But anyway, hope you agreed with some of my picks and let me know what games you would’ve liked to see on the otherwise questionable PS Classic lineup below. Thank for reading !

#Crash Bandicoot #Spyro #silent hill #resident evil #persona #tomb raider #castlevania #tekken #final fantasy #medievil #ps #ps classic #playstation #playstation classic #metal gear solid #grand theft auto

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hauntedbubblewriter · 6 years ago

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Just a second longer... Part 2

Summary: “What If we would date for 24 hours? No awkwardness just a perfect day without any worries”

Pairing: Jung Wooyoung x Reader

Words: 2,112

Genre: Fluff

Chapter: 2/4

Previous Chapter: Chapter 1

Next Chapter: Chapter 3 Chapter 4

She walked out of the room full of scented candles that were a little too much for her nose. Glad about the sweetly fresh air around her. The heavy blush that was stuck on her cheeks slowly faded to her normal skin colour. It just took a few seconds till a pouty Wooyoung came out from the curtains that hide the doors from the fortune teller.

“You could have waited for me”. Her eyes locked on the way his full lips tried to stay in the cute pout he probably trained in front of a mirror, but his lips couldn’t stop themselves from restraining the small smile that started forming. “No thank you sweetie. There was nothing I gained from this shop so I wanted to leave as quickly as possible”

Now a big smile was on his lips followed by a glint of evilness in his eyes as if he just found another way to tease her. “Of course it did it showed us what a perfect Girlfriend I got and that I will spend my life with you by my side.” The blush that just disappeared a few seconds ago came back as if Wooyoung already knew how to embarrass her. Just the use of the world “Girlfriend” started a happiness in her stomach that she quickly got embarrassed of. Repeating the sentence in her head the realisation hit her quickly that this forever was over in 18 hours and thirty five minutes, but she decide to ignore the welling feeling of sadness to enjoy the moments just how they discussed when they started their deal. “Do you come with an off switch” She returned acting tougher than her rosy ears let her. “Only If you ki-….” his mouth shut down before he could finish the embarrassing sentence, in his head he already imagine her mad eyes and her cheeks turning redder than the red from the apples his friend always split if he continued the sentence but in the end he would be just as embarrassed.

“If I do what?” she questioned innocence written all over her eyes obviously not understanding where the sentence was originally going. A lump has formed in his throat maybe from the weird feeling in his stomach or the panic from the almost tragic outcome. “If you decide what we do now.” He couldn’t ignore the slight bit confusion on her face. “that’s it?” he could feel her eyes mustering him, scanning every bit of facial expression, probably going through what happened a few seconds ago searching for an answer in the change of behaviour. “yeah I feel generous today” If this was an anime you would now see the panicked sweat running down Wooyoungs temple. “Huh well I wanted to go to the food festival I haven’t eaten since I got out of university” she lead the way holding onto Wooyoungs hand as if it was the most natural thing they could do. The purple haired boy could finally release the breath he didn’t know he was holding in and a bright smile lit up his face seeing her soft and careful hands interlocked with his.

The adorable couple entered a bricked layered underpass that ended in a big open street full of small stands that sold different kinds of food. Her eyes instantly lit up as she saw a man making those ice cream rolls they always showed in those Instagram videos. And then there was a one selling plain rice that you could top with various kinds of curry, she got aware of the fact how hungry she actually had been. “Where do you wanna start?” She smiled brighter than the sun if you wanted to hear Wooyoungs description of this moment. Once again he could feel his heart make a little spin inside of him and he couldn’t describe this moment with anything better than magical. “I don’t really care” it wasn’t far from what he actually thought, the food here looked amazing everything was in small portions so you could try out as much as possible.

“Then let’s go through it from start to the end” she smiled a sparkle hidden in the diamond like eyes as she pulled him to the first stand. The little stand offered a different bunch of Japanese delicacies, but one caught her eyes especially “Wanna try out Takoyaki we could buy one for both of us.” He just simply nodded letting her get her purse to buy the tasty treat “but we pay in turns okay” he threw in while placing his head comfortably on her shoulders using the slight height difference to his advantage. He felt her tensing up a little at the sudden contact discussing in his head if he should move back a little, but just a few seconds later she relaxed into his touch and he swear he has never felt this happy in his life. He had a perfect view on her profile and he had also a great view on the blush forming on her ears but this time he didn’t wanna tease her about it and just enjoy this moment. “yeah I would be to broke anyway to pay for all of this” she snickered a little after obtaining the Takoyaki from the sweet salesperson that just seemed demi affected by the aggressive skin ship of the both of them. She turned her head to meet Wooyoungs eyes, realizing a bit too late how close they actually had been. There was literally just a few centimetres between them. They would feel the breath of the other if both of them weren’t too scared to move even an inch. The silence only broke when y/n put the Takoyaki in front of them asking if he wanted a bite. The blush from before had made its way back towards her cheeks matching the skin colour of Wooyoungs cheek and the strands of hair that kept trying to get into Wooyoungs eye.

Wooyoungs brain was working on auto pilot trying to hover over the situation without a big embarrassment. He just nodded moving his head a little away to be fed by her shaking hand. She swallowed the second his head was a little further away than a strand of hair. After that he pulled away to chew and she took a bite herself once because she was hungry and second of all because she wanted anything to do that could distract her from the intense stare Wooyoung had on a few seconds ago.

Wooyoung was the first to be calm enough to act like this wasn’t a really intimidating moment he would implant into his memory forever. “It’s really tasty” he smiled calming his nerves a little as he walked over to the next stand pulling her after him. Only then she realized how they were holding hands all the time and that she was the one to initiate it. He stopped on the next stand while she let her head fall against his back wishing to just disappear in embarrassment but also feeling save being so close to him.

Wooyoungs heart has stopped spinning, now it was basically running a marathon while leopards were chasing it. His mind was trying to race after the panicked heart to get some kind of sense into it. It felt like the world around them stopped and none of them wanted this moment to stop, but sadly the world wouldn’t just take a break for both of them, what only were a few seconds she removed her head walking next to him to ask for the next food he wanted to buy. Her voice might have been steady but her face was still flustered, somehow she still acted like nothing just happened.

“Ehh y..ye..yeah sure” he stuttered. Wooyoungs brain was in full panic mode and his mouth had the audacity to betray him to just stutter like an idiot, but the embarrassing action let a smile bloom into the rosey cheeks of his so called girlfriend and he couldn’t even be mad at himself for causing a beautiful sight like this.

They spend hours on the food market and no matter how flustered they got none of them would pull away and give in. That also ended with both of them having red faces for the hours they spend there together. At the end when they finished most of their food. They both sat down on a small bench left with those ice rolls y/n noticed at the start of their adventures on the food market. She got comfortable enough to place her head on his shoulders while eating the last thing on the list of foods she wanted to try for today. Feeling fuller than she originally planned to.

“So now it’s your turn to decide what we do.” She mumbled not focusing on him but more on the sweet ice cream in front of her. The moon was already shining above them and Wooyoung contemplated if they should spend the night together. It was his turn to choose so he could easily do that but he had to think about voicing it that it doesn’t sound like he wanted to break the 18+ rule. Then it stroke him like lightening “Camping lets go camping together I know a great place.” He dreamt of camping for ages and now he had an actual good reason for it. He didn’t expect anything else than the face of disbelieve in front of him. “I always dreamt to go camping please” he went on full puppy begging mode, y/n just had no choice to accept the silly idea. She sighed leaning closer into his touch mumbling a small “fine but let’s get a taxi there I’m too tired”

This day would always stay in her mind as the day she had lost her sanity for 24 hours. In the end Wooyoung called a taxi and both of them got to the camping place Wooyoung had been talking about. After arriving there he bought the most important things they would need for the night and then they walked into the actually pretty camping place. The purple haired boy choose a nice place and started to set up the tent. y/n just watched laughing at the many failed attempts till she pushed him away and started to explain what he had to do.

Wooyoung wanted to complain but since he was sick of the returning failure every time he tried to set the tent up he accepted her explanation and followed those instruction. After a minimum of 10 minutes the tent was standing safely and Wooyoung only had a confused look on his face “How do you know all of this” and there it was again that shy chuckle that let his heart prepare for another marathon. “I used to go to a summer camp as a child we just learned it there.” She sat down half into the tent to still look at the stars above them.

Sadly it wasn’t her perfect scenario most of the stars were covered by trees but in the end the forest had a beautiful view in general. He decided to join her and study the view she was admiring, even if it was just for a few seconds before he got distracted by her beautiful features. He softly put a hand on her cheek to get her attention back. “Sweetie I think we should sleep don’t you agree” Her eyes locked with his but all she did was smile and nod having no problem to follow his request.

The two went into the tent and even tho they had gotten used to how close they were most of the time, but the intimacy that came with sharing a blanket was just on another level. They couldn’t turn away from each other but also couldn’t face each other. So in the end they were just looking at the walls of the tent even after Wooyoung decided to get a hold of her hand. Both of them had a big smile on their face as they feel asleep to the rhythmic breathing of each other.

None of them would have ever dreamt of this day to go like this. Wooyoung didn’t even expect to find someone that would follow his stupid idea and still now they were laying in a tent, hand in hand sleeping in a peaceful in the silence of the forrest.

Here you go with part two of this drabble. As I started the idea I never thought it would be this long haha. There is only either on really long chapter missing or two shorter ones.

#ateez #ateez imagines #ateez imagine #ateez drabbles #ateez drabble #wooyoung #ateez wooyoung #cute #kpop #fanfiction

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solastia · 7 years ago

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If You insist

Pairing: B.I/Hanbin x Reader

Word Count: 3,366 (Another episode of Solastia saying these requests are going to be drabbles but then she goes overboard)

Genre & Warnings: Basically just an excuse for iKON smut. Friends to lovers au, so there’s a bit of fluff too?

Notes: Requested, but it was really open so I just kinda did what I wanted lol.

“I’m so bored, entertain me!”

You were visiting your friend Hanbin, which really meant you’d invited yourself over, plopped on the couch, stole the remote, and kept up a one-sided conversation while he wrote in his lyric notebook and occasionally grunted to act like he was listening.

“If you’re bored, I’m sure you have plenty of stuff to do at your own place. Why don’t you try there?” The first full sentence you’d heard from him in half an hour, and he’s kicking you out.

“Nope. I’m doing my part to keep you healthy by trying to drag you away from work. I'm a good friend. Tell me about the date last night. Did you like her? Was she nice? Jennie wouldn’t tell me anything.”

Not that you really wanted to know. You were head over heels for Hanbin, but you knew he was way out of your league. So you kept setting him up on dates with people that you thought would be good enough for him since he never went out of his way to date on his own. Jennie Kim was perfect for him, in your opinion. Nevermind that the thought of seeing the two of them together made you want to cry.

Hanbin sighs and finally looks up from his notebook long enough to send you an exasperated glare.

“Remember when you thought I was scary and were too intimidated to talk to me? Let’s go back to those times. That was a fun time.”

You pout and poke him in the thigh with your foot. “Tell me.”

Hanbin sighs, “She was nice, whatever that means. I just wasn’t feeling it. And I’m pretty sure I dated her friend Lisa. Can you stop setting me up with your friends now? It’s really awkward, and you always set them up before you tell me so I can’t politely back out beforehand.”

“I just want you to be happy. I haven’t seen you date once on your own since we’ve been friends, and that’s been like, what? Two years? I just think it’s a shame for you to be burying yourself in work when I know you’d probably be like, the most romantic boyfriend on the planet. I know you can be shy sometimes but...is it maybe because they are girls? You’ve never said anything, and I never wanted to pry, but I do have this cute friend Jongin. He has this adorable smile and h....”

“I’m going to stop you right there. No. Maybe I just already like someone. Leave it alone,” he snapped then went back to scribbling in his notebook.

Meanwhile, your jaw had dropped at the information he’d just dumped unwittingly. Hanbin liked someone?

“Really? Who? If you liked someone you just had to tell me. I wouldn’t have set you up like that if I’d known. I’m sorry.”

“It’s not a big deal. Don’t worry about it,” he muttered.

“It is a big deal. If it’s someone that you like, they must be something special. I thought we were friends. I can’t believe you didn’t tell me,” you moan loudly and go back to poking his thigh with your foot, giggling quietly when his pencil would slip and prompt him to glare at you.

“You’re so overdramatic. Hush. If you let me finish this bridge, I’ll order some food, and we can watch a movie or something, alright?”

You knew you were being annoying, but you did it on purpose. Sometimes it was the only way to get him out of work mode. More often than not, you let him work in peace, as you were proud of how hardworking and talented he was, and you were usually content enough just to be in the same room as him. However, you knew he’d been working on that same page of lyrics for almost a week now, so that combined with your burning need to know who he was crushing on prompted you to be extra annoying today. And extra annoying called for extreme measures.

You eyeballed his lyric notebook. It was an untouchable object, only handled by him and producers. He rarely even let the other members touch it. You were about to be in so much shit, but it was hopefully going to be worth it. You jump up and grab the notebook out of his hands, raising it above your head. It wouldn’t take much for him to stand up and grab it back, but you had to try.

“Are you being serious right now? Are you five?” He growled, gawking at you in surprise and not a little irritation.

“You wrote the same sentence three times. You’re not writing a bridge, you’re avoiding the conversation. Tell me who you like! It’s that trainee girl I saw flirting with you a couple weeks ago, right? What’s her name? Mai...something. I don’t remember, but she has huge...”

“Y/N. The notebook. Now,” his narrowed gaze burned into you, and you couldn’t help the little shiver that came from the low voiced command.

“Oh, feisty. You want me to give you your notebook back? Make me,” You tease with a grin, thinking he was just going to sigh and give in. You were not prepared for him to smirk right back and reach up to firmly grasp your wrist.

“If You insist.”

He quickly pulls you toward him, and in your surprise you go without a fight, landing across his lap. Before your brain registers the position you are in, a stinging slap against your ass echoes through the room. A moan escapes you before you can stop it and you instinctually raise your hips up for more.

“Fuck...” Hanbin grunts, his hand not moving from your ass. Instead, his grip on your right cheek tightens, almost kneading the flesh beneath his hands.

“I’m...I’m sorry, Hanbin. If I made you uncomfortable. Um, it’s just...” You’re not really sure how to explain to your friend that you were entirely in love with that you’d dreamed of him touching you so much that your body went into auto mode, making sounds that just a friend shouldn’t be hearing. You also didn’t know how to explain to yourself why his hand wasn’t moving.

You glance over your shoulder and find Hanbin staring at his hand on your ass in awe. He glances over and notices you watching, quirking an eyebrow before taking his hand off. You think that’s the end of it and begin trying to scoot off of him, only for him to bring his hand down with even more force on your left cheek. You whimper and buck into the hand, feeling yourself growing damp. You had to get off of him fast before he noticed. The shorts you were wearing wouldn’t hide the evidence.

“All this time, this is all I had to do? Were you a brat on purpose so I’d do this? Here I was trying to figure out how to get you, trying to plan out romantic ideas like taking you to the tower or writing you a song, and all I had to do was spank you like a little brat to get you writhing under my hands.” Hanbin murmured as he traced his fingers down to caress your upper thighs and right under the hem of your shorts.

“Get me? Hanbin, I don’t understand,” your mind was becoming fuzzy as you grew overwhelmed, your body soaking in his touch like it was starved.

He leaned over to whisper in your ear. “I’ll make you understand if you’ll let me. Can I show you? Can I touch you more?”

Can he? Of fucking course. “Please.” You didn’t understand this turn of events, but if he was willing to give you a taste of what you’d craved for so long, you wouldn’t turn him down.

“I knew you’d be a good girl. Fuck, look at you. Already dripping and making a mess in your cute little shorts. You know, I’ve always hated when you wore these. You’d bend over and do all sorts of stupid shit, and I could see practically everything. I don’t know if you thought I was a fucking monk or what,” he grumbles as he hooks a finger into your shorts and pulls both the shorts and your undies taut, and it takes you a moment to realize he’s grabbed scissors and is cutting dangerously close to your lady parts.

“What are you doing?” You huff and squirm, trying to distance yourself from the sharp blades.

Hanbin smacks your ass lightly. “Hold still, I don’t want to hurt you. I’ll buy you new ones, but I don’t have the patience to wait to get to you right now. I need to fucking see you.”

You were flattered, but as the realization of the situation you were in began to register, your cheeks were flaming. Your “friend” Hanbin was desperately cutting your clothes just to get to your pussy. That was absolutely drenched from just a few smacks of his hand and some complimentary words. You heard a clatter as he threw the scissors on the coffee table then felt a flutter of air as he pulled the fabric away from you, exposing your core.

Hanbin hissed and propped your hips up higher, trailing a finger through your folds.

“You are perfect. So pretty, so wet. Are you this wet for me?” He whispered softly as he teased you. You tried to move your hips around to hint where you wanted his fingers to be but uses one of his hands to hold you down.

“Answer me, Y/N. Who are you this wet for?”

You whine, anxious for him to just get to it already and embarrassed to reveal how into him you are. Ridiculous considering your current position.

“You. It’s because of you.” You finally whisper, glad that you are laying in a way that your hair is concealing your face, so he can’t see how red you’re getting.

“Because you like me too?” Hanbin asked in a low voice, and you thought he sounded slightly unsure.

Too? You got that he liked you enough to apparently want sex, but you weren’t sure what he wanted to hear. How could he be unsure of your feelings though, when he was literally looking at the evidence dripping onto his lap?

“I...”

“Tell me the truth, or I’ll stop. Do you like me beyond what I’m doing right now? If I ask you to date me after this, will you say yes?”

You gasp, surprised by him. Date him? As in this wasn’t a spur of the moment one-time thing? Please don’t let this be a dream.

“I...yes. Okay, I will. Please don’t stop.”

Your desperate plea seemed to do the trick because he went back to moving his finger, teasing you but not entering. He hummed in amusement as you whimpered and tried to buck into his touch.

“I don’t know if I believe you. I think you just want me to finger your sopping cunt so bad you’ll say anything. Tell me how you really feel,” he ordered with a deep teasing tone. You had a feeling he was just playing with you now, but you were so desperate you’d play his game if it meant he’d give you more.

“Goddammit. I fucking love you, okay? I’ve always loved you, and I sit around like a pathetic person pining after you,” you snap, the both of you falling silent when you realized you said love instead of like.

After a few seconds of you wondering if he was going to tell you to get off, he finally chuckled softly. “That’s a lot of ‘P’ words.”

“You know what else is a ‘P’ word? Pussy. And I’d really like you to either get your fingers in it or fuck off.”

“If you insist.”

And with that, two fingers went right inside of you with ease. You inhale sharply at the sudden intrusion and grab onto the side of the couch as he pumps his fingers into you vigorously.

"Look at you, taking my fingers in so easily,” he drawls, speaking so low you can barely hear him over the sound of your leaking pussy.

He changes the angle of his fingers so he can go even faster and you can’t even describe the sound that comes out of you. Something between a growl and a purr.

“Fuck, I love the sounds you make,” Hanbin groans and leans over to kiss your exposed shoulder.

Your body begins to shudder as you feel yourself getting close to finishing, and he must have felt it too because he quickly pulls his fingers out of you with an embarrassingly wet pop. You whine out of frustration, and he merely huffs a laugh and pulls you up into a sitting position, right on top of his very prominent bulge.

“Sit up here. Will you kiss me?” Hanbin asks as he stares at your lips, giving you a sweet smile when you shyly nod.

You slowly lean towards him, memorizing the look of absolute want on his face. Want directed towards you. You kiss him softly at first, testing and enjoying the softness of his lips. He is kissing you back but apparently letting you lead. You groan and deepen the kiss, licking across his bottom lip. He tightens his hands on your hips and slowly rocks you across his bulge, and you’re sure that you’re making a mess all over his jeans.

“More,” you whisper breathlessly against his lips.

“More? The things that I want to do to you, baby. I’ll save all that for later, though. Right now I need to be inside of you. Can I...is that okay?”

“If you stop right now I will kill you,” you growl and grind hard onto the hard bulge underneath you.

Hanbin hisses and bucks slightly. “I don’t have any co...”

“On the pill and I’m clean.”

“Fuck, I’ve never gone raw before. Okay, shit you’re perfect.”

He slides you off of him and chuckles at your confused pouting. He turns you around and positions you so you’re bent over the couch, and you hear the slide of his zipper.

“Grab onto the back of the couch and hold tight. I’ll go all slow and romantic another time. This time, I’m just going to fuck your pretty little pussy until you’re screaming.”

Jesus. If you’d known Hanbin could be like this, your period of pining would have been a lot shorter.

You stand awkwardly for a few moments before you glance behind you and find him just ogling your exposed core. While your lady bits didn’t seem to mind the attention, you wanted him in you already.

“Hanbin, please.”

He jerks up to look at you with a sheepish grin and finishes pulling his jeans down to his ankles while you watch. He was pretty all over it seemed, and he tugged on his hard, leaking cock as he positioned himself behind you.

“Do you know how often I’ve thought about you like this, begging me to fuck you sounding exactly like that? So much that I’m still not 100% sure I’m not dreaming right now.”

“Me too. I’ve...wanted you for a long time too.”

“Yeah?”

You blush and nod shyly, which prompts him to reach over and peck you quickly on the lips before he gets back into position.

He rubs the tip of his cock around your entrance to make it nice and wet then slowly slides inside. You hiss at the stretch but revel in the feeling. Because holy shit, Hanbin’s penis is inside of you.

“There we go. God, you feel amazing.” Hanbin groans as he bottoms out, stroking your lower back and buttocks as he stands still behind you. You can feel him pulsing inside of you, and you just wanted him to move.

“I thought you said you were going to fuck me?” You mock teasingly, throwing a smirk over your shoulder.

Hanbin narrows his eyes. “Even now, still a brat.” Glaring at you like he’s daring you to look away, he pulls out until just the tip is left and slams right back inside. You exhale heavily as you’re practically pounded into the couch and dig your fingers into the fabric as you realize he’s not stopping.

Hanbin thrusts fast and hard, over and over, until the room becomes a symphony of grunts and moans, skin slapping against skin, and the ever-increasing wetness between your legs.

“You feel so good. Please, so close,” you beg as you feel yourself drawing nearer to the edge. You just needed a little push.

Hanbin grunts and reaches his hand around and rubs his fingers around your clit hard. “Cum for me, sweetheart,” he groans with a heavy breath.

After a few moments, your body tightens, and you groan his name as you cum, your pussy tightening and fluttering around his cock enough that he follows with a loud grunt, pumping three times as he fills you up. He pulls out, jerking to release some on top of your pussy before plunging back inside. He grasps your hips and positions the both of you so that he’s sitting on the couch with you on top of him, the both of you breathing heavily but very content.

He pulls you back so that you’re leaning against his shoulder and he kisses the side of your neck. You’re amazed that you can still feel him twitching inside of you.

“Comfy?” You ask with a teasing laugh.

He grins shyly and shrugs. “Being inside of you is amazing, and I have a feeling it’s going to take awhile before I go fully soft. Lil Bin likes it in there too much.”

“Did you really just call it ‘Lil Bin’?

“He’s a gangsta.”

“I take it all back. Get out of me.”

Hanbin wraps his arms around you and crushes you to his chest.

“Never. I want to live the rest of my life just like this, cuddling with you with my cock buried deep inside of you.”

“How did you manage to make that sound romantic?” You scoff.

“I write songs for a living.”

The two of you chuckle softly and fall into a contented silence as Hanbin sways you slightly back and forth, humming into the side of your neck. Finally, he clears his throat.

“I meant all the other stuff, too, by the way. I really do want to actually date you. I’ve liked you for a long time. Will you go out with me tomorrow? Like, the whole deal with dinner and ice cream, embarrassing couple shirts, and a stroll around the river or something?”

“I’d love to. You do realize you’re going to have to let me up sometime so we can do that?”

“Mmm, I’m not done with you yet though. I have two years of fantasies to work on right now.” Hanbin nips the side of your neck and grips onto your thighs. You sigh happily and lean into his touch.

And as you feel him swell inside of you, you realize you’re in for a very long night.

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dynamite-derek · 6 years ago

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My top-10 games of 2018

It’s that time of the year where you are flooded with lists of the best stuff from 2018 and I’m no different. Originally I was going to just make a list of the top 10 games I played in 2018. I even had a giant list I was updating throughout the year. But one day my phone randomly reset and I lost that list. So, business as usual this year. Maybe next year.

Before I start with the numbered list, I’d like to note a couple of games that won’t be appearing for various reasons.

Games I liked a lot but haven’t played enough of to place on a list like this: Into the Breach, Dead Cells

A critically acclaimed game I haven’t played: God of War

I don’t want remakes on my list, but these games were really good: Shadow of the Colossus, Yakuza Kiwami 2 and Spyro Reignited Trilogy

Ports aren’t eligible but I like these a lot too: Donkey Kong Tropical Freeze, Shenmue 1&2, Hyrule Warriors and the PC port of one of the best games ever, Yakuza 0.

Okay, let’s get started.

10-) Red Dead Redemption 2: Actually had to debate between this and Pokemon: Let’s Go Pikachu for this spot. Ultimately I chose this game because the narrative is spectacular. Well that and the fact that Let’s Go is sort of a remake. This game absolutely nails atmospheric storytelling and creates one of the most interesting protagonists in AAA gaming. This game does a lot of things well, but the actual gameplay portion is...pretty mixed. I didn’t have fun with the open world at all and most missions involved long bouts of horseback riding with dialogue or ambient music. But RDR 2 does everything else so well. It also knows when to go all out. Every major mission in the game is memorable for one reason or another, especially with intelligent usage of music. It’s a game I will never play again, but despite some problems with the gameplay I can safely say that I enjoyed my time with it.

9-) Mario Tennis Aces: This game was a lot of fun. I wrote about it earlier in the year and my opinions on it are still the same. Even though the gameplay is fairly simplistic, every match against another human felt unique and different. You have to learn the styles of your opposition and adapt. It’s like a fighting game! The online gameplay was also pretty solid. I felt pretty damn good whenever I would win a tournament. Really, Smash Bros. Ultimate would have done well to borrow this mechanic in some way. The only real problem with the game is that there is just a major lack of content. The heavily advertised story mode is barely worth playing and the cups, well, you might as well be playing against an unmanned player 2. I haven’t touched the game in a while, so this might have been fixed via update. As I said a few months ago, this game could have been a masterpiece with a bit of extra fine tuning.

8-) Dragon Ball Fighter Z: This game feels like it was made specifically for me. I have a lot of love for the Marvel vs. Capcom games and even more love for the Dragon Ball franchise. The game is easy to approach for newcomers to this type of game by keeping the inputs simple and having very easy to pull of auto-combos. You won’t do too well online if you stick to the auto combos, but it’s a good way to start and learn how to play. I think a lot of people could start with Fighter Z and transition into more complicated fighting games, which is exactly what you want with a game like this that will attract many people who might not otherwise play a traditional fighter. Oh, and sometimes it looks like you’re playing an episode of the anime which is insane. The story mode is pretty tedious at times, which is a let down, but Fighter Z is an absolute blast to play and is easily the best playing Dragon Ball game yet. Hopefully season 2 of the DLC goes less heavy on all the Gokus.

7-) Mega Man 11: The blue bomber returns! It’s been a long wait, but after playing through both collections last year and then the X-collection earlier this year, I was ready for Mega Man to get back into the spotlight. It’s a little hard to get into at first because the level design seems pretty tied into the main new mechanic, the gear system. Basically the player can slow things down to a crawl or boost Mega Man’s power. If you just play this game like you would any other Mega Man game, you’re probably going to throw your console out the window during Tiki Man’s stage. Once you figure this out, the system adds a unique flavor to the Mega Man experience and feels like an actual new Mega Man. I love MM9 and 10, but those did not feel like new games. The only thing that I didn’t like about this game was the music. Which, uh, is weird for a Mega Man game. Here’s hoping they get it right in the inevitable Mega Man X9.

6-) Marvel’s Spider-Man: I don’t particularly like super hero movies and I haven’t enjoyed a Spider-Man game thoroughly since the first PS1 Spider-Man, so you wouldn’t normally think this game would appeal to me. But it absolutely does. The gameplay is outstanding and combines an improved version of the swinging scene in Spider-Man 2 with a combat system that is fairly similar to the Batman Arkham games. I recommend playing the game on hard because, while it’s hard to get used to, it makes every encounter feel unique. You constantly have to adapt to what the enemy is doing. You can’t just mash on the attack button and then press the dodge button when the dodge prompt comes up.

The story is also interesting throughout. It has my favorite interpretation of Peter Parker I’ve seen in a while and has a pretty enjoyable cast of characters. Really Mary Jane is the only character I didn’t like and even with her, there are moments that hit home - specifically the text exchanges between MJ and Peter. The game is littered with references to past Spidey adventures and just feels like a giant love letter to fans of the hero. Can’t recommend it enough.

5-) Celeste: I didn’t know what to expect with this game. Sometimes I feel very leery of when a bunch of people prop up an indy game too much. Gone Home a couple of years ago told a pretty mediocre story that was held up as some form of high art. Just didn’t get it. So I went into Celeste wanting to not like it and came out fairly surprised. The gameplay feels like a better version of Super Meat Boy and the narrative tells a pretty compelling tale about depression and how to come to terms with yourself. I even don’t mind the pixel art. I am getting sick of indy games going for the retro aesthetic, but when combined with the great soundtrack it’s hard not to love what it’s presenting.

The game is simple enough to complete on its own. I would argue that anybody could do it as long as they keep at it. But for those platforming veterans, the game also offers a heavy challenge. The B-side and C-side levels will test your skills and remind you of some of the most challenging bits of hard platforming games like Super Meat Boy and I Wanna Be The Guy. Basically, come for the compelling narrative. Stay for the wickedly difficult and addicting gameplay.

4-) Yakuza 6: I believe I enjoyed this game far more than most folks. It told the end of Kazuma Kiryu’s story. It had some problems along the way but my god did I enjoy the ride. The cast of characters surrounding Kiryu in Hiroshima are all great and one of the main characters is Beat Takeshi. It also has a ton of things to do and see. I love the clan wars sidequest featuring New Japan wrestlers, I love the baseball manager quest, I LOVED becoming a regular at a bar and getting to know everyone in it like I was playing some sort of weird Cheers game, I even loved the adult cam chats that came with wacky dialogue. This game is full of charm.

I haven’t mentioned the gameplay yet you might have noticed. That’s because, well, it’s a new direction for the franchise. It focuses on allowing more people to fight Kiryu at once and as a result feels less refined than recent entries Yakuza 0 and Yakuza 5. I am excited to see where they take it in Yakuza 7, but I would be fibbing if I suggested that I felt 6 plays as well as previous entries. Still, the entire Yakuza package is compelling and I never felt like I was scrambling for things to do or see. I don’t 100% games out of obligation. I’m not one of those people that feels the need to 100% every game I play. I 100%ed Yakuza 6 though. And I loved every minute of it, combat and all.

3-) Valkyria Chronicles 4: As none of you might know, I used to review games for a website called 411mania. One of the games I reviewed for them was the original Valkyria Chronicles. Nobody else wanted to do it because it looked like a generic jRPG and I was really the only person on the site who liked jRPGs so the game fell to me. And I absolutely loved it. The story was captivating, the graphics were stylish and and the gameplay felt like a breath of fresh air. It was the combination of a tactical RPG and a (very, very simplified) shooter. To this day it remains one of my favorite games ever. Conversely, Valkyria Chronicles 2 on the PSP is one of my least favorite games ever and 3 never came to the states - though it does have a fan translation. The franchise has felt dead in the west for ages. The musou-like Azure Revolution sure as fuck didn’t get me going.

4 came out this year and it felt like I went back in time. Everything I loved about 1 was back. It’s even expanded upon. The grenadier is a great new troop that feels overpowered at first, but really forces the player to rethink how to approach certain situations. The story isn’t as good as the story in 1, but I found it simple and enjoyable. I genuinely liked the main cast and wanted to see them do well. That’s more than I can say for a lot of games. I know I mentioned earlier in my blurb about Mega Man that what I liked about it was that it actually felt like a new game. The difference here is that I have 10 other Mega Man games that play like Mega Man games. With this franchise, I have 1 (or maybe 2, I hate how maps work on the PSP but I have not played enough of 3 to judge). Sometimes a franchise revival needs to go “like the one you like but more” route. I loved this game and I hope as it gets cheaper more people try it.

2-) Dragon Quest XI: Hey you might notice this about my gaming preferences, but I really enjoy Japanese RPGs! And this sure as hell was one of those! DQ XI felt like a game from another dimension in a lot of ways. It’s a traditional playing Japanese RPG with a big AAA budget. It looks breathtaking. Big budget JRPGs feel like something out of the PS2 era, which is great because I sure love PS2 era RPGs. It’s lengthy, it has a crazy amount of postgame content and has a lot of side stuff in case you get tired of fighting down the main path. It’s a great throwback.

This game also has the most balanced party in recent RPG memory. Usually games like these have one or two party members that you just don’t enjoy. For instance, Final Fantasy X is one of my favorite games ever. But I just don’t like Kimahri. I don’t like using him and I don’t think his character is interesting. DQ XI has nobody like that. I found everybody likable. Sylvando and Jade in particular stand out and are among my favorite characters in gaming. Really, I enjoy everything about this game. Even the music! I know a lot of people complain about the simplified score in the western version, but I honestly found it to work out pretty well for the game. Obviously the Japanese version is superior, but I still enjoy it. If you’re a fan of RPGs and you haven’t played DQ XI, you’re missing out.

1-) Super Smash Brothers Ultimate: This was my most anticipated game of 2018 from the moment it was announced and the final product delivered everything that I had hoped it would. You have a large cast of characters, a crazy number of stages and a bunch of single player content to consume in between bouts of online or local multiplayer. The single player is what ranks this game so high for me. The classic mode - think arcade mode in standard fighters - is easily the best it has ever been. Each character has their own route with their own gimmick, which gives the player incentive to play each and every one. With a roster of over 70 fighters, that’s impressive. The adventure mode can start off slow, but once you get into the groove of it I really think it stands out as something special. It’s an expanded version of event battles from past games. You face off against a fighter (or fighters) embodying the personality of a character that isn’t in the game. They range from obscure stuff you haven’t heard of to a fight with Geno’s spirit that has you do battle with the cast of Super Mario RPG (with substitutes for Geno and Mallow). It feels very creative. It can be grindy for some, but I really enjoyed my time with it.

I think the online could be more fleshed out. I don’t experience as many laggy matches as most people, but even still the options online are fairly bare bones. You don’t even have leaderboards. I want to compare how good I am with how good my friends are! I think Nintendo plans to keep this game alive for the duration of the Switch’s lifespan, so I believe there will be plenty of time to get the online situation perfect. That doesn’t really excuse Nintendo from still not getting online even close to right in 2018, but I find Ultimate to be such a complete package that I can look past these shortcomings. Ultimately, it is my favorite entry in one of my favorite franchises. So it’s pretty easily my game of the year.

#Game of the year #game of 2018 #games of the year #Red Dead Redemption 2 #Dragon Ball FighterZ #Mario Tennis Aces #Mega Man 11 #Spider-Man #Celeste #Yakuza 6 #valkyria chronicles 4 #Dragon Quest XI #Super Smash Brothers Ultimate #opinion

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blissedoutphil · 7 years ago

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To Live In Clover Part 8

Dan needs to escape his hell life. Anthony has a rather extraordinary offer. But what does it entail for Dan?

aka an AU where Anthony is a sugar daddy to both Dan and Phil.

Yeah when I first saw the bed, my first thought was I just HAVE to write something about the cage!! And yet it took so long for the cage to finally be used aha. I wrote one kinky af chapter and this chapter. I decided to go with this chapter instead lmao who knows if the kinky one would see the light of day ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ But I hope you enjoy this!

3793 words of Dom!Anthony, sub!phil & sub!dan, cage, punishment, spanking, safeword

warning: dan has flashbacks to non-con scenes

~Part 7~

~Part 9~

Dan was a flirty drunk. He knew that, and he’d taken full advantage of it back when he worked at the club. It was always a win-win situation; the clients loved the playful attention they got from him, and his job was easier when he wasn’t sober. Of course, consent issues arose from being drunk but when did he really give proper consent to anything that happened to him there anyway? Besides whenever he was with Anthony. It was simply easier to submit to the men and obey their fetishes and kinks when his mind wasn’t clear.

But he hadn’t been drunk ever since he moved in with Anthony. There had been a few evenings when he got tipsy as the three of them relaxed in front of the tv sipping on wine, but Dan hadn’t gotten properly wasted since working in the club. And Anthony and Phil hadn’t seen this side of him. Until tonight.

Anthony had brought them out to his friend’s party at some club, and Dan really only meant to have one drink. But the new friends he made there told him to lighten up and shoved more drinks into his hand, so was it really his fault if he’s all up on some guy’s lap right now?

It probably was, he should’ve just politely declined the drinks. But it’s too late now.

“Phiiiil, when’d you dye your hair blonde?” Dan slurred, patting the guy’s hair as he cuddled into his shoulder.

“Am not Phil,” the guy chuckled, but his grip on Dan’s waist was firm as he clearly didn’t want Dan to leave.

“Wha-” Dan managed, trying to take a proper look at the man he was sure was his boyfriend. When he realised it in fact wasn’t Phil, he only laughed and pressed a chaste kiss on the man’s lips.

“How’d you like me, Sir?” Dan was having trouble remembering where he was. The only times he’d been this drunk were when he was in the old club, so his body had gone into auto rent boy mode. He began grinding his hips down against the man’s crotch.

The guy was obviously enjoying it and he started palming Dan, who hummed happily. The chaste kisses they shared soon became heated and desperate.

“Wanna go back to mine?” the man whispered hotly against the shell of Dan’s ear.

Dan’s hazy mind cleared enough to tell him he’s not allowed to leave the club with clients, it wasn’t safe to follow clients home. He was about to suggest that they could just use the private rooms in the back.

But before he could answer, he heard his name being called out. He turned around to see his Master glaring at him.

“Hello Sirrrr,” he slurred out, smiling drunkenly. He wanted to get off of the man’s lap, but honestly, he was too comfortable to move. And the man was still slowly rubbing at his erection, and it felt too good to get away from.

“We’re going home,” Anthony announced, staring the man down. When Dan didn’t move, he grabbed Dan’s arm angrily. “Now.”

Dan waved goodbye to the confused stranger, giggling and unbothered by Anthony roughly pulling his arm.

The ride home was filled with tension on Anthony and Phil’s part. Dan was still blissfully unaware of what he’d done, and he curled up against Phil, occasionally kissing him. Phil was only tipsy, he figured he had a higher tolerance than Dan. He let Dan kiss him all over, holding Dan close and almost protectively, hoping that Anthony wouldn’t be too pissed and trying to think of how he could save his sub brother from being punished too harshly.

When they got home, Dan started feeling woozy. Anthony left Phil to take care of him as he puked in the toilet.

“I’m in trouble, aren’t I,” Dan muttered as he realised what he’d done. He shut his eyes, the world wasn’t spinning around him in a good way anymore.

“I...I wish I could say you weren’t,” Phil replied softly from where he was sat on the edge of the bathtub, “But don’t worry, you know Anthony would be reasonable.”

“I gotta go apologize right now,” Dan said, grimacing as he felt a head rush from standing up too quick suddenly.

He stumbled into the room, where Anthony was sat on the bed waiting for him.

“Sir I..” Dan began, feeling small even though he was standing and Anthony was sat.

“I’m really sorry,” he whispered, staring at his feet as he was too afraid to look at his Dom.

“Go sleep your hangover off then we’ll talk,” Anthony stated, voice void of emotion.

Dan nodded, thankful that Anthony was kind enough to wait for him to be fully sober before having a punishment. He slowly made his way to his side of the bed, but then Anthony got up and stopped him.

“No, you don’t get to sleep here tonight,” Anthony firmly dismissed him.

“I-I understand, Sir,” Dan said sadly, and turned to make way for his own room instead.

But Anthony held onto his shoulder to stop him again. He bent down and unlocked the door of the cage beneath his bed. Dan’s breath hitched. He felt tears form in his eyes as he slowly bent down and crawled into the cage. He bit his lip so as not to let out a pathetic sob as Anthony locked the cage behind him.

Without a word or even a look back at him, Anthony stood back up and Dan heard him get comfortable on the bed. Dan looked around him. The cage was actually big enough for him to sit up, and Anthony had kindly left one pillow in it. But there wasn’t a blanket, and Dan was glad he’d put on pyjamas instead of just wearing boxers for the night.

He wiped the tears wetting his cheeks. He honestly deserved this, how could he have been so stupid and careless as to flirt and almost cheat with some random guy? He hoped he could make it up to Anthony and Phil as best he could the next day.

Just as Dan was about to lie down, the bathroom door opened and Phil walked into the room. Their eyes met for a second, Dan’s red-rimmed and Phil’s wide in shock, before Dan quickly looked away in shame.

Phil slowly got on the bed and Dan heard his two boyfriends kiss each other goodnight, heard whispers of I love you’s before they settled for sleep above him. It was such a familiar routine, one he’d never missed since the day he moved here. It hurt so bad to not be able to hug his lovers to sleep that night.

Minutes passed, and Dan was still unable to fall asleep. He didn’t want to cry, but the tears wouldn’t stop flowing. He tried his best to stay silent, he didn’t want to wake his boyfriends up. But then he heard whispers above him.

“Don’t be too hard on him,” Phil evidently wasn’t good at whispering. But Anthony was, as Dan couldn’t make out the words he grumbled in response to Phil.

“Not entirely his fault,” Phil continued, and Dan decided to just drown out the sounds with his own thoughts. He felt wrong to eavesdrop, and he didn’t want to hear Phil trying to save him from a punishment he clearly deserved.

Dan fell asleep eventually, and woke up the next morning with a throbbing headache. He was used to drinking at his old club, so he was also used to the hangovers. He just needed some water and he’d be good to go.

He slowly opened his eyes, ready to crawl over Phil to get a glass of water. But there was no one next to him, and he blinked in confusion before realising where he was. He sighed and sadly laid back down. There was no other choice but to wait for his Dom to come get him.

Soon, he heard yawning and stretching above him. He watched as Anthony’s legs swung to the floor and headed for the bathroom. Phil left the bed a little after, heading outside the room.

Dan wondered how long Anthony would leave him in the cage. He was prepared to be left alone and ignored for the whole day. But Phil returned quickly, with a jug of water and a glass. He smiled sadly at Dan as he handed the glass to Dan through the cage, and placed the jug just outside it. Dan thanked him softly, still too ashamed to look at Phil.

“It’ll be alright,” Phil reassured him before he left the room again.

Dan gulped the water down. He hoped Phil was right. He wasn’t afraid of punishment, but he was terrified that Anthony might not want him anymore. Why would he want the burden of taking care of someone who almost cheated on him?

He cowered when Anthony came out of the bathroom, but Anthony didn’t even glance in his direction as he walked out of the room. Dan miserably poured more water into his glass and drank his hangover away.

Neither of his boyfriends came back for him for a while. After emptying the entire jug of water and resting more, he finally felt better. But soon he needed to pee. Badly.

Dan didn’t know if he should call out for his Dom, but he definitely didn’t want to wet the mattress in the cage. He tried holding it in, but it felt like his bladder was about to burst. While he was still mustering up the courage to call for Anthony, Phil walked into the room.

“Phil! Oh thank god I really gotta go pee,” Dan said hurriedly, relieved to see Phil.

“Oh I’ll go get Antho-”

“No!” Dan cut off in a panic, “I uh, shouldn’t be a bother to him right now...”

“I don’t have the key, Dan. Do you need to go or not?”

Dan sighed and nodded dejectedly.

To his relief, Phil came back with the key instead of Anthony, and he rushed to the toilet. He timidly went back into the cage and looked away as Phil locked it back up.

“You feeling better?” Phil asked as he picked up the empty jug.

Dan nodded, “And I’m really sorry, Phil. I’d never want to cheat on you or Anthony.”

“I know,” Phil answered softly, getting up and leaving before Dan had a chance to explain himself.

Dan couldn’t help the tears that blurred his vision again. He’d been doing so well; he didn’t think that the experiences he had at the club were still somehow ingrained in him. He blinked the tears away angrily.

He just wanted to forget his past life entirely. There were so many kinks he would love to explore with his boyfriends but couldn’t because of the past trauma he had with them. He wished he’d never got sucked into that horrible job, but then again if he didn’t work there he wouldn’t have met Anthony.

Dan wondered how Phil coped with triggers of his past. He knew Phil hated talking about it, but he felt like he needed to learn from Phil to save himself from repeating any mistakes. He wasn’t even sure if Phil used to be in the same situation as himself, he’d just assumed it since Phil always hinted that they’re very similar.

He was sobbing quietly when Anthony entered the room. He gasped and hastily wiped his tears as Anthony bent down to take a proper look at him.

“Sir I’m really sorry-” he began but was interrupted.

“I don’t want to hear any of that until after you’re done with your punishment.”

“Y-yes, Sir,” Dan stuttered, and meekly crawled out of the cage after Anthony unlocked it. He wasn’t sure what to do, so he sat back on his heels and clasped his hands behind his back.

“Undress yourself,” Anthony instructed, and Dan hurriedly obeyed.

Anthony made his boy stand at the end of the bed and restrained him to it, placing his wrists in the respective bonds. Dan bent down so that his neck was also locked into the restraints. His butt stuck out as he was bent at his hip. It was a rather strenuous position, but he was determined to endure it for as long as he needed to be forgiven for what he’d done.

Anthony had somewhat cooled off after sleeping his anger away, and he was glad that Phil was there to talk to him and calm him down last night. He honestly feared that without Phil, he might have just punished Dan while he was too drunk to consent.

Now he wasn’t as angry anymore, but he still felt like a punishment should be done. He knew his subs always need the discipline to feel forgiven, and it would be a good reminder for them if they ever wanted to misbehave again. He’d talk about it after the punishment, he still wanted to understand why Dan did what he did. Surely he could’ve controlled himself even when drunk?

“I couldn’t believe what I saw yesterday,” Anthony spoke as he went to grab the implements he planned on using.

Dan wasn’t sure if he was allowed to speak, but he whispered an apology anyway, “I’m sorry Sir, I won’t do it ever again.”

“You may be sorry now but you did misbehave so the consequences still apply.”

Dan shuddered a little, what Anthony said somehow sounded familiar to him. He heard the swing of a paddle through the air and held his breath. He hadn’t been spanked since-

The paddle landed hard on his butt. He gasped. His mind was suddenly taken back to the last time he’d been spanked; when he was punished for Anthony being late at the club.

Another spank, and Anthony wasn’t touching him at all but Dan thinks he could feel rough hands on his back, holding him down in place. He inhaled shallow breaths.

Anthony was speaking, expressing his disappointment in his behaviour, but all Dan could hear was the degrading words drilled into his mind during his years in the club. The rational part of Dan’s brain told him he’s fine, he’s safe with Anthony. But another part of his brain was just reminding him of all the horrible memories he’d tried so hard to repress.

The spanking certainly wasn’t helping. Each hit just brought him back to the club, back to when all the clients wouldn’t stop paddling him even when he started bleeding, back to his boss’s punishments.

In reality, Anthony had only spanked him 5 times, but in Dan’s mind, it felt like it’d been 50 spanks. His skin was only fairly pink but he felt like it was on fire. His legs were trembling and he struggled to stay in position. He started crying.

Anthony was a bit taken aback that Dan was already sobbing this early into the punishment, but he figured that it may be because Dan just felt so guilty for what he’d done. He gently stroked the soft skin of Dan’s bum, and the boy shivered under his touch.

Dan cried out at the next smack. His mind was replaying old scenes, comparing Anthony to the clients in the club. He remembered how Anthony had fucked Phil roughly when he was angry, and he sobbed. Anthony was angry at him now, just like his ex boss was, just like his dad was when he kicked him out. Angry men were not safe. He wanted to plead for some mercy, but begging had always only landed him into more trouble so he grit his teeth and anticipated the next hit.

“Dan...what’s your colour?” Anthony asked in concern, pausing after only another 5 hits.

Dan was brought back to the present when the spanking paused. He was momentarily silent as he tried to process Anthony’s question. He knew he was safe, that he could safeword and Anthony would respect it and stop the scene immediately. But he didn’t deserve to have the punishment end so soon, and he wanted to make it up to Anthony by being good for him.

“Green,” he answered shakily.

“Remember that you can use your safeword at any time,” Anthony reminded him and he nodded as best as he could in his restraints.

Anthony was rather surprised by Dan’s reactions to the paddling, he thought Dan would have a higher pain tolerance than this. But his sub had said green, so he continued.

Dan got through 5 more hits of the paddle fairly okay, but then Anthony changed implements. The sound of the cane flicking through the air sent him into panic again, and he screamed when it landed across his ass.

Fresh tears fell down his cheeks. The cane was his boss and most clients’ favourite implement, mostly because it could break skin easily especially when used by people who were unskilled in bdsm.

Another stroke of the cane and Dan’s mind flashed back to all the times he’d had to quickly wipe his own blood off his bum after scenes, barely having enough time to take care of himself before going to entertain the next client.

“Please,” he whispered, but quickly bit his lip lest it angered his Dom more.

Dan was heaving short breaths. Among all the terrifying memories playing in his mind, he could hear Anthony’s reminder from earlier. He could safeword and this would all be over...won’t it? Technically safewords were implemented back in the club. He’d used it pretty often when he was new, but he quickly learned that it only did him more harm. Every time he cried out the safeword, clients would only carry on, some even going harder on him. They’d be laughing sadistically, telling him that they’d already paid and weren’t going to waste their money by stopping. The rational part of Dan’s mind told him Anthony would actually stop if he safeworded now, Anthony wasn’t like the rest. But still he was too scared to say it at the moment.

Anthony was carrying out the caning very slowly, having only hit his boy 3 times. He stroked the cane gently across Dan’s light pink ass. By the way Dan was sobbing, he was sure that he’d learned his lesson. He considered stopping even though the punishment barely started. But Dan hadn’t safeworded. He decided that if Dan won’t use the safeword after the next hit, then he’d use it.

The cane running softly across his ass was supposed to calm him down, but it only made Dan even more anxious. Soft touches were always the calm before the storm. And he was not prepared for a storm. He never was, unless he was drunk and barely aware of the client behind him. His mind was screaming the safeword, the word right on the tip of his tongue.

The cane was swung back, and before it swung down to his ass, before the storm began, Dan managed to croak the safeword out.

“Red! Red, red,” Dan gasped out loudly through his tears and sharp breaths.

Anthony dropped the cane and hastily unlocked the restraints. At the same time, Phil entered the room as he heard the safeword being used.

“Dan, you’re okay now you’re safe, it’s over,” Anthony softly reassured. He wanted to hug Dan, but he wasn’t sure if Dan was alright with him being close at the moment. So he only held his hand out.

Dan shakily placed his hand in Anthony’s and Anthony led him to sit on the edge of the bed. Phil rushed to sit next to him, and Dan immediately buried his face into Phil’s shoulder. Phil wasn’t angry, which meant Phil was safe, Phil would protect him.

Phil carefully and lightly wrapped his arms around Dan, and relaxed when Dan’s trembling arms curled around his waist. Anthony covered Dan’s naked form with the blanket and then sat on Dan’s other side. He reassuringly placed a hand on Dan’s thigh.

Phil was looking at Anthony worriedly and almost accusingly. “Dan you’re safe, alright? We both love you so much,” he spoke softly.

Dan was still crying, wetting Phil’s t-shirt with his tears. But Phil’s warm embrace was slowly calming him down. Anthony was also whispering reassurances to him, and it reminded him that Anthony wasn’t like the men in his past. He knew that Anthony would never leave him in any situation with someone who’d take advantage of him again. He knew that he was safe in Phil and Anthony’s care, and most importantly, he knew that he was loved.

He sniffled and lifted his head from Phil’s shoulder. Anthony was still whispering praises to him, sounding guilty. He moved to hug Anthony instead. Anthony seemed surprised, but he immediately wrapped his arms around Dan protectively.

“I’m sorry, Sir,” he whispered, sniffling again.

“It’s alright, Dan. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have given such a harsh punishment,” Anthony stroked the back of Dan’s head.

“It wasn’t. I- I just. Had flashbacks. I thought I’ve moved on but guess I still can’t handle spankings without remembering the club.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry, baby. I should’ve known that and stopped sooner,” Anthony hugged him a little tighter.

“Not your fault. And about the party-”

“It’s okay, I forgive you for that. I know you would never do it again.”

“I should’ve mentioned that I get pretty flirty when drunk,” Dan said sheepishly, “but it was also a way to cope when I was at the club. I uh, only ever got that drunk before particularly tough clients. I guess my body went on auto pilot yesterday. I’m so sorry, I never want to be with anyone other than you two.”

Phil rested his head on Dan’s shoulder. “Oh Danny. We love you, emotional baggage and all.”

Dan smiled at that. Anthony wiped the stray tears off his face and kissed his forehead.

“We gotta revise the limits in our contracts. And yes, we love you so much. You never deserved all that happened to you back then. Neither of you do. But we’re all safe here now. Well done using the safeword, I’m really proud of you Dan,” Anthony spoke, stretching his arm to hold Phil close as well.

“I love you both too,” Dan smiled. He wished his past could just leave him be, he didn’t think it could still haunt him even though over half a year had passed. But he knew he was safe with the two people who cared for him, and whom he cared for so much. And he knew that with them by his side, he could fight against all the triggers. He could overcome his past.

Here’s me slowly trying to tie things back to the backstory that I’d ignored by focusing more on smut than plot in the chapters after the first lmao woops sorry bout that

also the party in the beginning was actually in reference to that time they went to some youtube event at a roller rink does anyone remember this lmao

and then there was this pic of dan being all cute leaning into caspar. so the blonde dude was in reference to caspar lmao

#phanfic #to live in clover #phan #My fic #phan fic #phansmut #phan smut

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shirtlesssammy · 7 years ago

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13x22: Exodus

Then:

Gabe came back to save the day!

Now:

Sam’s alive! And Lucifer just wants to be part of the gang, and to get to know his son. Dean is in protective Mom mode and tells Gabe to kill Lucifer. All the anger and hostility causes Jack to fly off to safety.

To keep some semblance of order, Cas puts the angel warded handcuffs on Lucifer, while Lucifer tells the group that they have about 31 hours before the rift closes. Rowena’s holding down the fort, and not looking too positive about the whole situation. Also, Sam sets his phones timer for 31 hours. A: Won’t the battery run out before then? And 2: Shouldn’t you maybe set it for 29 hours or something just to be safe?

Dean checks in with Sam to make sure he’s ok, and he is. Dean just thought he lost his brother, and Sam just thought he died. This was a worthy hug.

Now Sam, can you at least clean your blood off your neck? Yuck.

Sam tells Dean that he will handle Lucifer.

Meanwhile, Jack’s off alone reeling from meeting Lucifer for the first time. He flashes back to the video of his mother (was this new footage or from earlier?), and Sam (so protective, so parental), and then to the security guard he accidentally killed and au!Kevin dying for the “cause”. Oh, sweet little nougat (at what age does he have to reach before we have to stop calling him our little nougat?).

Cas escorts Lucifer from point A to point B at the camp (like, where were they going?) Anyway, they take a pit stop so Luci can be snarky and Mary can punch the devil in the face (again). Yay!

Mary is 100% badass and I love her, but do you ever stop to think about how great it was for Sam to have Dean raise him and not Mary or John? They were a mess! Sam and Dean show up to tell Mary they need to start heading back to the rift to make it home in time. Mary tells them she’s not leaving. There’s work to be done here. She’s fought beside the people here. There’s too much to fight for. That goes over like a lead balloon. Sidenote: Mary’s makeup is on point in the AU. Maybe it’s not such a bad place after all?

Cas, Jack, and Lucifer parley and Jack wants to listen (UGH) to what Lucifer has to say.

Lucifer tells Jack that he can ask him anything. “Why does everyone hate you?” Lucifer makes some good points (and some icky rapey Buckleming points, ugh), but nope, nope, nope, nope, nope.

Back in Dean, Sam, and Mary land, Dean’s arguing against fighting the good fight, and asks Sam to back him up, but Sam being Sam, he agrees with Mary. “Wait, what?” Dean asks, incredulous. “Mom doesn’t want to leave these people.” Dean’s poor face. Sam suggests they bring them with, regroup, and come back stronger than ever. Just as Dean questions the ability to cram 25 people through the rift, a VERY dramatic Cas arrives to tell them Jack is now with Lucifer.

Lucifer has a one on one with Jack but TFW interrupts, trying to make it clear to Jack that they’re his family, not Lucifer. Jack then calls Lucifer his father (BIG UGH).

The group heads out to the basecamp.

Mary and Dean get some time to talk. Mary wants Dean to give Jack a break. Man, Mary’s conversation about Jack learning about Lucifer, and seeing him for who he is through his own eyes. Dean should be taking notes on how to think about his own childhood, and his own memories of John.

Gabriel, who was off scouting, comes running at the group alerting them to incoming angels. Battle stances commence, and then the angels just disappear into smoke. It seems the handcuffs don’t work in the AU and Luci just smoked them all, and then dissolved the handcuffs. Oops.

It seems the basecamp is Singer Auto Salvage --it’s not in Sioux Falls but it’s damn nice to see that sign again. And it’s not our Bobby (Goddamnit, where is he?? Andrew Dabb, how have you failed us on that storyline?), but he’s just as much a curmudgeon. Dean asks about Charlie and finds out Ketch and her went off to find an angel kill squad.

Lucifer and Jack continue the family reunion. Lucifer tells him all about the other archangels. Ok, Buckleming, you get one pass if you scripted that high five. It was funny and cute. I give 90% of the credit to Jack though. They meet up with Gabriel.

Gabe can barely hold in his hostility for Lucifer. GABE!

Charlie and Ketch find the angels, but it’s a trap! They’re captured.

Team Free Winchester try to convince the leadership at the camp to head over to Sam and Dean’s world. “You want us to follow you through some magic door that’s gonna blast us the hell out of here and into some fairy tale world where everything’s pretty?” DUH. Just do it, Andy!

The AU campers will talk about it. At the end of the meeting, Bobby comes up to tell Sam, Dean, and Mary that Charlie and Ketch were captured.

Ketch and Charlie are having a great time hanging with angels. Eating angel food cake, playing ring toss with halos. The whole nine yards. Or, urgh, Ketch is getting tortured and interrogated for the resistance base location. Ketch snarkily resists their efforts, earning my grudging respect. (Boris: Ngl, watching Ketch get tortured was kind of poetic. But he’s on his big redemption arc so I guess it’s also sad. Remember folks: Ketch killed Magda!) Then they bring in the big guns. AU!Castiel, complete with insane lip twitch. AU!Castiel does not look well, as evidenced by his non-floofy hair and rogue eye that's probably gone bad from incessant “reprogramming.”

In the resistance camp, TFW interrogates the human that betrayed Charlie and Ketch. I only picked up on this in the rewatch, but Dean nods to Cas to start and stop his mind meld on the guy. I know this can be seen as teamwork but I'm sort of super duper gutted by that. I keep remembering how Cas oftens sees himself as a tool and I feel like he's in that role right now – an instrument of torture wielded by Dean Winchester.

Anyway.

shudder

Cut to Lucifer whining to Gabriel about how boring it is to wait for an attack. Gabriel is quietly amused at Lucifer's desire to rush out and be big and heroic to impress Jack. “I've known you since the stars were made,” Gabriel tells him and he thinks Lucifer’s full of shit. “Humans are innocent and beautiful,” Gabriel says (while I whisper to him that I suddenly really really love him). Lucifer’s motivation for his corruption of humanity was down to jealousy, plain and simple. Lucifer pulls a single man tear which... Whatever, Luci.

Back with AU!Cas, he hones in on Charlie. “Everyone has a breaking point,” he tells her before he tries to suck her mind out of her head. (I'm definitely NOT thinking about how AU!Cas hit his breaking point. He's broken. Shattered. A sharp blade of pain.) There's a ruckus outside, saving Charlie momentarily. It's Mary and TFW! They bust in and defeat the angels guarding Charlie and Ketch. Outside, Castiel confronts AU!Castiel.

Cas tells Castiel that he's grown used to humanity and that he prefers humans to angels. Despite this, they both agree that they're the same, and then Cas kills AU!Castiel. I have a whole headcanon about this scene. Ready? Okay. AU!Castiel is broken, tortured by Heaven into existing as a mere weapon. Cas sees this and recognizes his fate, his horrible scars and terrible weaknesses. He sees the soldier. He sees the broken person. And he kills him easily because he views it as both mercy and necessity. AU!Cas is irredeemable, so damaged is he. Now, all he can do is rest eternally in the Empty.

Let's take a hug break.

Cas shakes it off (OR DOES HE?) and everyone reunites at the camp. Bobby announces to the Winchesters that they're all planning to head back with them. Super! It's time for a PARTY BUS! Dean fixes a school bus (Natasha fans herself) and everyone piles onto the bus to head out. Sam runs after Jack and tries to keep him from fulfilling his promise to kill Michael. Sam wants them to regroup and plan a good attack and Lucifer agrees. Jack...listens to Lucifer and then calls him “father.” Yikes, Jack.

The vehicles, packed full of many of my favorite characters, head down the road to the rift. Eek! I sure am glad those rifts mostly only open just off of roadways. When they arrive Sam sees the rift is starting to close.

Rowena's exhausted on the other side, desperately trying to keep the rift open. Everyone files in and through. “About bloody time,” Rowena greets Castiel breathlessly. On the other side of the portal, angels zoom in. Michael arrives with an impressive wing display.

Lucifer and Michael begin to fight while Sam, Dean, and Gabe just....stand around picking their noses, I guess. Until Gabe decides to start fighting Michael. Michael pulls out his archangel blade and they fight. We're feeling pretty good about it until Gabriel gets knifed. NOOOOOOOO every time!

Sam angrily pushes a weakened Lucifer away from the rift and then jumps through. The rift closes behind him leaving Michael and Lucifer behind in the AU.

In the bunker it's a PARTY. Sam thanks Rowena. Charlie and Ketch have forged a friendship (odd but I’ll allow it). Dean and Cas share emotional stares a.k.a. an “eyefuck.” Jack is sad.

Bobby gives the troops a rallying speech and everyone experiences warm and fuzzy feelings. I mean, I certainly do. Look at all their friends! Take that, Team “All My Friends are Dead.”

Back in the AU, Gabriel lies apparently (possibly? definitely?) dead on the ground with charred wings. Lucifer and Michael plot together to get back into the Winchesters’ world and strike a deal. Lucifer will get his son and Michael gets the world. Booo bad deal.

Party Quotes:

What do we do about Lucifer?

You are who you choose to be.

I am not your “sport”

That may be the dumbest friggin’ idea in a landfill of dumb ideas.

You want us to follow you through a magic door that's gonna blast us the hell outta here and into some kind of fairy tale world where everything is pretty?

For whatever reason, I got a good feeling about you two.

See you on the other side, bitches.

And you’re an ass clown.

Way to go, DAD!

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forever-more-never-again · 7 years ago

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Imagine Bruce Banner meeting a Mermaid (Part One/Two)

Request:Hello, love, um how about one for Bruce Banner or Harley Quinn (You can pick whichever), where the reader is a mermaid? I don’t really know what else, you can do whatever you want with it.

Requested by @professionalunicorn400

Bruce Banner X Mermaid!Gender Neutral Reader

Word Count: 1696

Warnings: Mentions of the Hulk, Implied PTSD/Anxiety

Part Two

“Banner, You okay man?” Bruce shook himself out of his troubled thoughts as Steve rested a hand on his shoulder. Pushing his glasses back up to his eyes he gave the Captain a small smile before nodding.

“Yeah, of course. Just working through a problem here.” He gestured to the table where paper and measurements were strewn everywhere. “Finally convinced Tony to get out of the lab and take Pepper out. So I’m trying to get ahead a little bit.”

Steve smiled knowingly at Bruce. It had been a few weeks of grumpy Tony around the tower. Everyone was glad for the brief respite.

“You should get out too, you know, get a little vacation out of the city. How long has it been since the last incident?”

Bruce knew what Steve was referring to, or rather, who. It had been a couple months since the Hulk had gained control over Bruce. The constant pressure and anxiety from living in the center of New York made it hard to push him down in Bruce’s head, but he managed. He knew, though, like Steve did, that if he went too long in a stressful environment, he would slip up and the Hulk would come out. That was the last thing they needed at this time so soon after Ultron.

“Wanda took Vis out to see the sights for the weekend, and Natasha is on a mission. You get out, take the Jet and I’ll keep Tony busy when I see him next. Sound good?”

Steve slowly guided Bruce out of the lab as he talked. In all honesty, he wanted Bruce to get out of the tower so that he could check things off his list without worrying about anyone hovering over or ruining movies for him.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. I could use a break.”

Bruce packed a small backpack, and dressed in a pair of loose sweats and a black tshirt, boarded a jet. “ Let’s see….Where to go.” Bruce sat at the pilot, contemplating his options, before a lightbulb went off in his head. Punching in the coordinates, he set the jet to Auto and leaned back with a smile on his face.

*Time Skip*

Welcome to Ocean Shores. Read the sign as Bruce drove into the Washington state city. He had rented an SUV so he felt a little conspicuous in the small town, but it was here that he felt at peace. The sea salt spray, the gentle wind and sound of waves and gulls. It was paradise compared to the rampage going on in his head 24/7. Bruce let the window roll down as he drove slowly towards the Pacific Beach State park.

He climbed out of the car as he found his site and inhaled deeply. The sky was clear with only a few wispy white clouds. Here at Pacific Beach he liked it due to the freshwater river that ran into the ocean. Otters played by the clay shores and the tide changed the sand formation every day.

Since it wasn’t the tourist season, Bruce was one of only five people camped in the park. He was the only one living out of a car for the weekend, though. And the only person there by himself. He didn’t let that bother him though as he took off his shoes, rolled up his sweats and walked down onto the river’s beach.

He was walking up river when he was shocked to a stop. There a ways in front of him, looked to be a person washed up on the river bank. Bruce took off at a run, He was a doctor first and foremost, and an Avenger. If a person was in danger or hurt, he felt compelled to help.

As he neared them, his feet slowed. He tilted his head in confusion as he saw the [h/c] hair laying against the sand, the person was bare chested and from the waist down….

“No way.” Bruce mouthed. They had a tail…”Mermaid.” He breathed.

He quickly knelt down beside the person, Turning them onto their back was difficult with the weight of the tail, which was still slightly in the river water. The tail was beautiful the more Bruce studied it. Intricate scales in iridescent blues and greens flashed in the sunlight.

He jerked his gaze back up the face of the person. They looked to be a young adult. Their eyes were closed, long lashes lay gently on their face. Bruce checked for any injuries, mindful of the fact that they were, for all intents and purposes, naked.

“Oh!” Bright [E/c] snapped open and stared up at Bruce. Time seemed to pause for a moment. Bruce marveled at the depth of the [e/c]. He could see the beauty of the sea in them, along with a hidden pain, which he recognized from staring in the mirror at his own eyes.

The mermaid took another breath and seeming to realize they were on a beach with a human, started to swing at Bruce while trying to get back to the river.

“Woah, hold on. I’m not here to hurt you!” Bruce grabbed the mermaid’s arm as they tried to hit his face. They stared up at him, frozen, eyes wide in fear, chest heaving at the exertion. “I saw you unconscious on the beach. I was worried you were injured.”

The mermaid relaxed the more they stared into Bruce’s hazel eyes. He let go of their arm and as he stared back, he realized for the first time that the banging in his mind from the Hulk was gone.

He hesitantly smiled at the mermaid. “My name is Bruce Banner, what’s yours?”

The mermaid licked their lips in an anxious act, which Bruce caught, “[Y/n]. My name is [Y/n].” Bruce had to lean in slightly to hear their whisper. He was shocked at how husky and sweet the voice that came from them sounded.

“Well [Y/n]. I have to say you are the first mermaid I have ever met, and that’s coming from a guy who lives with a living robot, a girl with mind control powers, and a super soldier.” Bruce chuckled. His eyes filled with mirth as the mermaid tilted their head in confusion.

“You are not here for my scales?”

Bruce’s smile turned into a frown. He glanced down at the majestic tail, floating halfway in the river. “No. Why would I be?”

The mermaid worried their lip with their teeth, Eyes glancing around before settling back on Bruce’s face. They took a breath and seemed to come to a decision. “ A Mermaid’s scale can grant wishes. It is why we take such great pains to stay hidden. I got attacked by a group of sharks and swam up this river to get away but I bumped my head into a rock under the current.”

Bruce nodded along as the Mermaid told their story. He noticed the sun starting to go down and was once again thankful that he was the only one on the beach.

“You seem to be okay, and fully conscious, so I think you should be okay to go, but before you do, I just want you to know that not all Humans are monsters. At least, they don’t want to be.”

The mermaid shocked him by reaching up and cupping his jaw in their hand. They searched his face with such intensity, Bruce started to squirm a little.

Finally they took their hands away and Bruce let out a breath of air. “ I will remember you Bruce. And for your selfless act of kindness, I give this to you.”

The mermaid held up a single Blue scale and placed it in a shocked Bruce’s hands. They smiled at his expression before leaning up for a hug. “I must return to my home now, But I will never forget you….Bruce Banner.” And with a heave and a splash, they dove back into the river.

Bruce watched, still in shock, as the glowing blue and green tail swam through the current before disappearing under a wave in the ocean.

He looked down at his hand, the scale glowed as it sat in the palm. “Why give me a scale?” He thought out loud. He walked back to his car, thinking about the mermaid and wondering if he would ever see them again.

When he woke up the next morning, he thought it was all a dream. The Hulk was back in full pounding mode in his head. But one look at the scale sitting on the dashboard cleared that from his mind. He drove back to the airport, the Scale glowing and holding his attention the whole way.

As he sat in the parking lot, one thought kept running through his mind. He could wish the Hulk away. He could be free. He gripped the scale in his hand so tight it cut into him a little. He could finally be normal. Not have to worry about being angry or stressed. He could go back to being a civilian.

But the more he thought about it, the more he realized that it wasn’t the Hulk he wanted gone. It had led to Tony and Natasha and Steve and Wanda. It had led to being surrounded by friends, family... being part of a team.

He walked onto the jet, still thinking about what to do with the scale. Finally he decided, he didn’t have a wish.

Once back at the tower, Bruce ran into the lab. Carefully he drilled a hole through the scale and threaded a black leather cord through it. He had just tucked it under his shirt when the door to the lab swung open with a loud bang. “Science Bro! Where were we when I left? Got any further with that device?” Bruce smiled as Tony strolled in and picked up right where he left.

As Bruce started explaining his new theory, his mind kept wandering back to the mermaid on Pacific Beach. He smiled at the thought of their [e/c] looking up at him as they swam towards the ocean.

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iceamericanoventi · 7 years ago

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Blank Space - Chapter 12

Part 11

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Boys only want love if it's torture Don't say I didn't say, I didn't warn ya

Eighty seven. Eighty eight. Eighty nine.

What day is it again? He kept both eyes shut; it doesn’t seem to have any difference at this moment. All is pitch black, sunrise looks like midnight and the dawn appears like an eternity without any sheer of light. Last night, he has another weird dream, a term he agreed with himself to call it as a replacement for nightmare. It’s not frightening, it’s just odd.

In that dream he was standing in an undefined vast space full of shadow passing by and among those absurd creatures he caught a smile. Just smile, as if it’s floating on the air instead of belong to particular face. The smile was familiar for the Jinki in his dream. However, the sober Jinki could never tell who that is which stressed him way too far for a merely form of hallucination.

He stirred under the blanket. The uncomfortable weight of the mounds of cotton forced him to kick the poor duvet. Too heavy, it just flopped back to its position, only to irritate him even further. Palms pressed to his face, he wished the instant friction on the skin washed over the weariness.

But of course he could only wish.

Ninety. Ninety one. Ninety two.

There’s a slight crack on the wooden beams on his ceiling that he noticed just now. After he gave up and checked the life rotating around him. He then wondered, for how long the crack has been there. And how come it didn’t catch his attention before today? Random calculation of the bending moment and load combination suddenly came up inside his twisted mind, occupy the vacant space he’s been neglecting these past weeks.

He blinks, one and two. His vision’s projecting the same image, hypnotizing in a way, hinting a pinch of motion sickness as a precaution. The crack’s there, still, visually concerning, but seemed like it doesn’t bother the whole structure supporting the floor above. From down there, the crack is simply filling the gap, completing the entire system.

He wished the crack in his heart is as static as that. But of course, he could only wish.

Ninety three. Ninety four. Ninety five.

Distorted and obscure, that’s how everything’s pictured behind his closed back eyes. The timeline of his memory is jumbled, it’s patchy at the edge and fragmented inside and out. How it happened, he couldn’t tell. But how it felt, he had at least half of the dictionary to complain about it. About how unfair it is, about how agonizing it is.

One moment in life, he’s seeing how happy Gwiboon talked about his corny jokes which deadly annoying but actually helping her dealing with the pressure of the fashion week at the same time. Any other second, he went red when the fraction of his memory flashed, force him to dredge up how he screamed directly to her face like a mad man, asking what kind of joke she was pulling out. She said she desperately wants to spend their bubble together, a little longer, until the day turns week, and week turns months. Then again she also stormed out the room on the next day, all drenched and broken, mimicking the same hazard occurred inside his chest.

Gwiboon is more than a crush, more than a fling, more than a good catch he discovered across the field. He wished she wasn’t.

But of course, again, he could only wish.

Ninety six. Ninety seven.

Men can only wish, the sky, at the end, would be the one who decide was it worth to be granted or not. He spent a whole night in secluded beach, a hideout place he learnt from his grandfather, screaming to the far high sky, but the wound unfastened wider. At some point he admits, he was partly responsible. He wanted – and loved – the idea of a relationship, but terribly in fear for the actual relationship.

What’s bad for being in a relationship? You idiot, Lee Jinki! He cursed silently, for the thousand times already this week. That if he didn’t count words spilled out his mouth when he was unconscious.

Ninety eight. Ninety nine.

Jinki can list at least ten reasons in less than five minutes why he didn’t pull his ass together and man up telling Gwiboon his feeling instead dropping some barricade with the whole being-casual-and-let’s-not-put-any-label-on-it shenanigans. And out of those ten reasons, none of them because of something that Gwiboon did. Or feel.

After all, he has no heart to blame her.

Hundred.

***

It’s easy to put a mask around the house, especially with a father who’s that busy and a mother who recently found a new hobby in her flower arrangement club. Unfortunately, not when a little devil descendant like Lee Taemin is actually present.

Jinki is about to go out, suffocated inside his room and suddenly feeling skimpy with just helplessly cuddling his pillow. He finally charged his phone and took his iPod out from the dock. While the other family members are somewhere scattered between living room and the kitchen, he managed to take a very quick shower and put on some presentable clothes.

Today, he opted to pick brown-maroon sweater, attempt to distinguish his feeling after last week his Mom was complaining about all the black dirty laundry he piled up making her doubling the effort doing the laundry since she had to separate all those clothes to not ruin each other. He snatched pair of jeans carelessly and as if all the constellations are lined up to pinch a joke on him, it happened to be the cropped jeans Kim Gwiboon decided to put her magic on it a while ago.

“Do you like the idea of me making you clothes?”

Jinki looked up for just a second before focused back on the contemporary art book on his hands, “What does that supposed to mean? Sounds really domestic on my ears just now.”

“Oh, please. I just asked permission, like, is it okay if I spice up your wardrobe a little bit?”

“I don’t think I need any.. but if you insisted, then I guess it’s okay. Your hands wouldn’t do something disastrous anyway.”

“Good. Because I already did,” she handed him back the jeans she stole from his wardrobe few days before, “Your jeans are all the same and I noticed you kept wearing the same ones over and over again I almost sure if I assessed it a little bit more attentively I would find holes at some point. That’s boring and I don’t want my man’s boring. So give that a try and thank me later.”

He looked himself at the mirror, his eyes struck on both his ankle when the end of the jeans hanging with jumbled strain of threads, the vivid evidences that once, Kim Gwiboon existed in his dull life. To entertain his boring life.

Boring.

Yeah, maybe that’s why she left me, because I’m boring, Jinki thought.

He thought she would be forever, they would be forever, because finally Jinki thought he found someone who leveled very well with his obduracy without coercing themselves too far. Turned out, this time is not any different with the previous relationship that he head, got his hope high then spitted out back to the earth right on the top of rocky valley. Not like the thing he had with Gwiboon could be entitled a relationship anyway. He wouldn’t dare to call it that.

If only I could muster up some courage back then and just asked her out in a very proper way, I would feel so much worthier than merely a fuck buddy.

He pocketed the car keys, inhaled a very deep breath, practiced his auto-reply smile before exited his dungeon. And there he is, waiting by the corner of the breakfast island, the devious Lee Taemin who’s always up to roast his own brother.

“Oh, hello universe. The grad student is finally showed up! Congratulation!! We need to celebrate this very soon! Should I buy some champagne?”

Jinki kicked the stool where he sit furiously before poured himself a good amount of orange juice, the bright yellow liquid vanished in less than thirty seconds.

“I heard from your Mom, Buddy. Finally, you’re going.”

“It’s not in anytime soon, Dad. I just got accepted. Barely finish my final project here.”

“But you can still take the long distance single course for the first semester right?”

His father had been busy coming back and forth among Seoul, Tokyo, and London. There wouldn’t be any chance left for him to go through in his courting mode and interviewing his mother because the woman would shower him with the story of her new club before he could ask anything.

“Who told you that?”

“Your brother.”

He shot a glare to Taemin who stopped middle air from shoving a piece of taco to his mouth, “Don’t blame me. That man come to me with new pair of shoes, of course I surrendered.”

“That man is your father!” his mother slapped the back of his head which attained an annoying squeal from the youngest son.

“I am worried a little bit about you, Jinki.”

There’s a reason why his father now became a very famous attorney. His instinct works beyond human shield.

“Don’t be, Dad. I will be fine. It’s just too handful a bit now, with the final project, preparation, and also adjust the online course and everything.”

“If only you picked London, I have lots of acquaintance there who can actually help you.”

“That’s in some measure, the reason why I picked Chicago. Too many people we know in London, Dad, they might judge as well while stretching a helpful hand. Besides, it was my first choice since the bachelor but the beautiful lady over there was begging like a toddler seven years ago for me not to go there too early. I won’t give up my dream twice.”

Thanks to cousin Minjung and her obsession on NBA when they’re in the grade school. Whenever she visited, she gushed about this Chicago Bull’s to the siblings and triggered a very young Jinki to go to his father’s library and checking some books about the place along the Lake Michigan. Soon enough, he fell for the Windy City and dreamed to move and work as an architect there.

“And yet, see how stubborn you grew up into. So much effort I pulled to keep you grounded next to me. At the end you’d flee away still.”

“You better go sooner or she reenacted the same scene again, Buddy,” his father winked to him, knowing Jinki would be at least smiling on it.

“Roger that, Pops! I’m going!”

Taemin looks dejected on his seat, this is the first time since forever Jinki’s finally leaving his sanctuary that he’s witnessing and he didn’t even pay attention to him. Is he okay? Did he find another girl already? Taemin is way more worried than he used to be.

“Where?! For a date?! Why?! How?! With whom?! Why did you leave me here?! Why didn’t you say anything to me?! Dude!”

“Stop the commotion right there, Lee Taemin. I called Junghee this morning both of you are going with me to shop for my next club gathering.”

“Why on earth you called her?! And how do you know her number?! Mom!!”

The scene left Jinki shaking his head and chortling, somehow, a bit of pleasant feeling occupied his hollow core. That might be the one he would be missing so much when he’s alone abroad. However, the excitement of finally leaving all the traces screaming Gwiboon’s name whenever he turned is all that he can think about now and then. What a perfect excuse. He can’t wait to run away from every single memory of her in this house, this town, this time zone that had been hunted him ever since she asked him not to see each other anymore.

***

Jinki stood right at the check-out desk, dropped his favorite red bean buns and pulled out the wallet from his back pocket. The first thing greeted him when he opened it was the silly picture of him and Gwiboon they took one day at the photo box near Jinki’s favorite arcade because it was suddenly pouring hard. He still has no gut to throw it out because deep down he realized when he took it out, when he finally took it out, it means he needs to let it go everything and he hasn’t down for it any closer yet.

“That’s all?”

The question of the boy in front of him breaks the bubbles inside his head. Jinki’s eyes went pass him and caught the rack full of cigarettes behind. How tempting in so many ways.

“Yeah. That’s it.”

He opened the wrap immediately he stepped out the mart and decided to get his caffeine intake across the street. The café seems not that full, maybe I can still find some blind spot at the corner.

“Jinki?”

A calm voice intrigued his consciousness. He looked around for a while until a woman with short blonde hair is intruding his personal view more.

“Amber, right?”

“Yeah. I thought I called the wrong person.”

“How so? Do I look different with his hair?” Jinki jokingly pointed to his choppy hair. He attempted to cut it by himself last week since he didn’t want to go to his regular barber shop, the man over there would talk nonstop and that was the last thing he desired. The result as everyone can see, was beyond awful. Let’s just all be relieved that his hair grows in the speed of light.

“A little bit,” Amber chuckled seeing how his hair seemed done by a blind person, “But mostly because you look tired.”

Jinki laughed, but not really laughing, “Just woke up and drove here. Stay up late for the final project. How are you?”

Of course he lied, who wants to turn the situation into an awkward moment by blurted out how messed up they’re currently?

“I’m good! Quite busy at the studio but that means we’re growing. So I’m not really complaining.”

“Sounds great.”

Sounds annoying. Why can’t other people as miserable as me?

“Totally,” she looks very pumped and Jinki felt so bad for not reacting with the same level of excitement, “And how is it going with you?”

“Busy but not, bored but not, just.. so so.. you know?” Jinki snorted, tad nervous with such a simple question.

“Ah, I know.. it must be difficult for you as well.”

“As well? I thought the studio’s doing great. You’re going through something?”

Guess it’s a blessing and a curse at the same time having his personality. Being born Jinki, he can’t just ignored people’s feeling even though he knew he’s not in the current capacity to help.

“No, no, yeah, I’m great, studio, factory, all is well. I mean besides Gwiboon.. it must be hard time for you too, you know… with all this situation.”

Jinki doesn’t remember he told anyone what happened between him and the girl. Not even Taemin actually, but that kid was probably a CIA in his previous life Jinki didn’t find the necessity to tell him, nonetheless he would still just come up with some weird ideas to cheer his brother up.

Like the other day, suddenly stack of Mars appeared on his side of fridge – yes, he has his own territory inside that place because once their mother got rid of something belong to him, he exploded like a land mine. Or suddenly, chicken bucket greeted him by the corner of his desk when he came back home almost four in the morning.

But besides that, he kept everything inside. Not any single word of her came out from him after that day. She must have gone to Amber to unload her heart and narrate some stuff about them.

“What can I say?” He sent her small smile but it looks bitterer than the last pills he took for his migraine two days ago.

“I’m sorry, for both of you, really. It’s always hard to choose when it comes for this kind of crossroad, even a very smart one can be the most indecisive human being on earth. I was in her position before. In my case though, I was so much more hardheaded than Gwiboon, that way it was easier for me to leave everything behind. Gwiboon was still nice enough to think about other people around her. Her brother, you, and even her crazy parents who don’t even care. You may already know how hard her father is to his children.”

Hard to choose? Between what? Father? Why suddenly she brought up her father when Gwiboon herself never talked about the said man? Not even Jonghyun who had been friend with him longer than his sister.

“I still remember she ruck-sacked my office all tears and snots rambling about she doesn’t mind throwing herself under the bus as long as she can stay here and not being sent to the states. Poor girl.”

Sta—wait, what?

He thought he knew Gwiboon, this new found though, completely confused him to the staple. After a very quick self-deliberation, he decided to play along and stay chill. Jinki’s afraid Amber would realize she did something she’s banned to and just left the conversation hanging on the air while Jinki finally can grasp the whole portrait of the puzzle Gwiboon left behind.

“Ah she told you that?”

For Jinki that was a pure question, with a tint of hope Amber would leak some circumstances a little bit more. However for Amber, she heard that as a response of bemusement as if Gwiboon not supposed to tell anyone that and kept it only between her and Jinki.

“I am really sorry. She didn’t want to say anything at first, but I guess I was too pushy and it happened that she just couldn’t handle it by herself anymore. Her dre—“

Amber’s phone beeped before she could finish her sentence. She excused herself to check the message and immediately glancing to her wrist, unpleasant air’s very evident on her face.

“Jinki, it was really nice stumbled into you. The work is calling, though, so.. if you don’t mind..”

“Ah, yeah. Of course. Sorry I was holding you here. Thanks for the quick catch up.”

“You take care, okay?”

“I will. See you around, Amber!”

Within a minute, Amber already leaving the side of the street they were standing. Jinki felt the need of caffeine boiling inside him is just got tripled.

***

Jinki accomplished simple tasks by eleven in the morning. He changed his sheets, almost one months later – finally, his mother almost burn the filthy mattress together with it, he made himself a good cup of coffee and grilled cheese, and now started to make trial renders for his interior proposal of his final project.

He put aside his ego and locked it at the corner of the back of his head after he met Amber and of course a long drive to his grandfather graveyard only to eat two whole chicken bucket while talking to his headstone. He obviously earned very weird and awkward gazes from the other people who happened visiting their beloved ones but he didn’t mind even slightly, because at the end of the day he’s convinced, at least Gwiboon left not completely because him.

Another reason is because his professor sent him an email reminded him if he still desired to graduate by the next batch, he needs to submit 50% of the final material no later than the next week. Therefore, the reasonable part of Jinki strangled the overly sensitive and emotional self to the ground and chained him for their own good.

And of course the last part was only happened inside his head but who cares? He finally managed to control his adrenaline by eating one kilogram of avocado for each meal yesterday. Healthy or unhealthy, the people in his house could only judge. With the amount of obstinacy he owned, nobody’s able to change anything.

“Jinx, you got a package,” Taemin trespassed the door on ease knowing he’s currently having the upper hand in the house after seeing the effect of his tattle tale nature on Jinki, “Did you order something?”

“I ordered pork stew and some soondae two minutes ago but I don’t think it would come this fast and I’m pretty sure they came in different container.”

“Funny,” Taemin dropped the small brown box on his desk, “I went to the mailbox to check my shoes but I found it instead.”

“You do have some shoes fetish, don’t you?”

“So what can I do if Reebok just released its new classic edition? Sleeping soundly at night knowing thousands people out there sporting the goods while I can only dream about it? Do you want to see the world burnt? Hell no!”

Jinki’s taken aback with the sudden outburst he didn’t expect. Those shoes must cost him such fortune, he shrugged and reached the package.

“Who sent this?”

“How would I know?”

Jinki assessed the wrapper, it does have the stamp of the courier company, so it must be sent through mail. But oddly enough, they let this package passed with no name or address from the sender was written on it. And lately, he didn’t order anything besides food. Or taxi, when the other day Taemin was sneaky enough being an asshole by taking his car to go on a date.

“You brought anonymous package inside my room? How could you? Don’t go anywhere until I opened it!”

Taemin wasn’t planning to go out soon anyway, but the shrieking voice released from Jinki’s mouth was insulting his pride enough.

“What? Did Mom finally rub you off too hard? You sounded exactly like her just now! And it was just a ridiculous package! Might be from your fans who finally found our address!”

“Might be a bomb as well! If this one exploded, I’m taking you with me!”

“Did you even hear yourself? Who do you think you are? President? Prince Harry? Bruno Mars?”

“Terrorism doesn’t own GPS nor common sense!”

“Neither do you!” he dropped himself to Jinki’s mattress after he couldn’t find any leftover of candies Jinki used to have here and there on his bookshelf, “Who knows it would be just fans gift like before? And who knows you don’t want it and I got to have that?”

Jinki finally realized the reason why his brother not leaving immediately after he dropped the good. It can’t be bad, this one went through the courier company scanning system, the worst he could get is a stupid prank from someone or like Taemin said, a gift from admirer.

“But I haven’t been on stage since God knows how long!”

“Jesus Christ, just open it for crying out loud! I’ll do it if you’re too scared!”

Taemin’s this close ripping Jinki’s pillow into two. Snickered lowly, he started peeling the wrapper only to find a fine maroon box with silver band tied it together. Once the content peeking through the opening Jinki made carefully, eruption of emotion burst under his skin.

Safely kept inside the box, all the Polaroid photos Gwiboon had been taking when they were together, she obsessed with Polaroid and could take three pictures at a time. The amount of love floating from the piles started to suffocate Jinki. They were happy, it’s started and ended in a disaster but they were happy.

He picked one where both of them doing stupid faces, it was in her studio where they spent the whole night working on their own deadlines. 3 AM, with the best companion ever, that’s how she wrote below.

‘When Jinki being an architect’

‘I had enough for today’

‘Coffee time’

‘Look at meeee’

‘He said I’m cute in this one’

‘The sweetest bunny’

‘Jinki’s number :)’

‘Can’t help but being sloth to him :P’

‘Winter Project’

‘He gives the best hug’

‘His baby carrot fingers :3’

‘How the sun looks when he’s sleepy’

‘Mine <3’

She left her message in almost every picture. And the last one nearly breaks the guard on his eyes. Mine, he brushes her cute hand writings, bitter smile adorned his gloomy face promptly. It was him, lips all red pursing like baby penguin, looks like he was arguing something and she didn’t miss the chance to frame his upset state.

He doesn’t know her whereabouts, phone calls and texts he sent only reciprocated by the provider service messages telling him the number had been deactivated. Yet now, he received the only traces left of her, returned back to him, as if she tried getting rid the last footprints of him that she possessed. It’s saddening.

Jinki continued digging the pictures, grimace, smirk, smile, and frowns appeared one to another, enlightened Taemin – who kept his brother in check by the corner of his eyes – that it was some important package. One Polaroid however was purposely been stuck to the bottom of the box.

Gwiboon was smiling, so bright, angelic and mesmerizing, with Jinki glued to her side, nuzzling her cheek, grin splitting on his half face printed on it, so evident it hurts.

‘98258’

It stunned him immediately. Still in daze, the sound of Gwiboon’s voice mocking him and his fixation on oldie stuff is echoing so loud inside his head. That’s started with simple conversation of current fashion trend which brought back the vibe from 90s. One thing led to another, both of them spent the rest of the night in front of Jinki’s laptop checking how the youngster using beeper to send each other message back then. He was so excited when they found this website full of silly quizzes where you need to encrypt the hidden message behind those series of number. And of course Gwiboon was annoyed because most of the time, it was Jinki who’s able to guess it correctly.

Even now.

“Taem.”

“Hmm?” he tried to act as nonchalant as possible but his ears perked so bad, desperately want to know what his brother is going to say.

“How do you know you love someone?”

He cocked his head to the side, just to found Jinki looking forlornly to the small box, “How do I know I love someone?”

“Did I ask the wrong person?” Jinki let out dry chuckle to ease Taemin.

“Ha. You may say so,” Taemin puffed the sides of the pillow under his head, “This may sound so pretentious and would make you cringed at some point, but I guess, nobody knows, Jinx. It’s not weather that you could forecast, not something that obvious as if you look at your window and be like crap-it’s-raining-outside. It’s just… happened. Some are lucky enough to be more aware than the other. Some are just too oblivious until the end, until they had the urge to invent the impossible time machine.”

“And some are just too dumb and chicken out when they realized they’re in love.”

“Were you in love?”

Jinki’s eyes fluttered close to the question, “I am.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.”

Silence fell once again between the two. Taemin’s digesting still all the unexpected confession he just heard while Jinki now stared blankly to the pile of Polaroid spread over the surface of his desk. Recollection brewed inside his head, somehow he’s quite proud, half awe-struck half regretted, how they managed to have this much memory in a very limited time. Indeed, time is just a concept, it’s all relative up to the point you desperately need to stretch one slice of its epoch.

“Sorry, I was disappointing with my stupid try-to-be-poetic answer. Never been in love before, never expected I’d be, but one thing I can say to you because you’re my brother and even though we’re not twins we have this scary gene connection which is too similar and I bet twins would questioning themselves once they acknowledge this, if you found yourself relating random tiny detail to certain someone, you might as well go for it, then.”

“Is that what happened with you?” Jinki timidly asked, afraid that Taemin could proof further how he missed his chance by assuming he knew what’s the best for him and Gwiboon for these past months.

“Do you realize that the color of your wood structure is exactly the same color of Junghee’s eyes under the sun? Of course you don’t. So, yeah, more or less, that’s what happened with me.”

His eyes locked to one of the photo. Gwiboon was smiling on it, hair pulled up into his favorite messy bun, one shoulder exposed to the sun flares seeping through his window and touched the glowing skin on it. She looked so serene, the most beautiful he had ever seen, because in this one, he could see the genuine Gwiboon under those rumors, those pointed fingers, those make ups, pretty clothing, cynical comments and cold surfaces she put as masks. She’s the Gwiboon who he fell for.

And his heart clenched for he still vividly recalled how he convinced Gwiboon to let him took that picture of her the minute she opened her eyes, the girl finally gave up after he threatened her he would withheld her favorite shower sex. Worked like magic back then.

And worked like poison now once he realized it’s simply a painful memory left he held tight.

“Can you do me a last favor?”

“Sounds erotic,” he yawned and ready to slither inside Jinki’s comforter, “Both of us knew very well it won’t be the last, but yeah, shoot it.”

***

The house is painted dusted blue, huge window pane by the right far covered with light grey curtain from the inside, preventing people to peek on what’s behind the glass. The porch is not that big, but enough to accommodate couple of wooden chair with small concrete table. There’s no vehicle present in the carport, only an old skateboard leaned to the white wall separating the house with the neighbor.

Jinki nervously double check his phone, reciting the address written on the screen to himself, then make sure the number there is the same with the one placed on the wall.

He has never been here before, clearly. He licks his dry lips for the nth time this morning and glanced to his watch. Ten minutes late. Damn you bridge construction, he mumbled. He’s debating whether he should make a call or just go press the ring bell.

At the end, after another minute delaying himself like a sweaty anxious provincial exam taker, he opted to the second one. Vaguely, he heard someone’s approaching, and the door in front of him swung open inside. A familiar face greeted him with small nod and smile.

“Took you longer than I expected.”

“Well, need some time to make a peace with everything, I guess? I asked your number to Taemin just yesterday.”

“Come on in, then.”

“Thanks, Minho.”

***

cross-posted on my AFF couple weeks ago :)

This one is purposely written to center on Jinki, and the universe rolling around him. I am excited but also quite sad that the next chapter will be the last one. Thank you for reading and following this story. Hopefully, you like this chapter and the upcoming one as well! As usual, I only wish for your happiness wherever you are! Comments are always welcome! XOXO

P.S.: do you know what’s the beeper message mean? Let me know if you can guess! :P

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im-no-jedi · 4 years ago

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drabble prompt #84: Ace and Lunaa

1500+ words, Rating: T (gun violence, mentions of death)

(prompt taken from here)

84. “I’m dying.”

“Lunaa, where are you?” Ace’s voice was nearly drowned out by the sound of his auto rifle firing. The Hive Acolytes on the receiving end of the gunfire cried out as they were gunned down. There was a brief moment of quiet before Ace finally heard Lunaa’s voice again. “I’m a few chambers over, past the nasty looking tower of chitin.” The sound of electricity crackling mixed with a small explosion rang in Ace’s ears. “Strike that, it’s the former nasty looking tower of chitin now.”

Ace chuckled before letting out a round of bullets into a Hive Knight. “Don’t get too far ahead, we need to stick together, remember?”

“Yes, I’m aware.” Another electric explosion. “But I’m also aware of the stakes. Auntie Eris said we needed to stop the Hive rituals before they summon another army of Ogres. The moon has suffered enough from their nasty tricks as it is.”

There was the signature Lunaa stubbornness that Ace was familiar with. It was nearly impossible for Ace to get mad at her for it though. It was actually one of the things he liked about her, among many other things. Cayde had told him before that that was a part of himself that Ace had definitely inherited, seeing as how Cayde had similar feelings towards Hannah. However, Ace was also concerned for Lunaa’s safety, especially considering where they were. “I get it, I just don’t want you facing those Wizards alone, Lunaa. And you don’t know this place like I do. The moon has suffered, but it’s also a super dangerous place to be.” Flashbacks of the first time the Misfits came to the moon together ran through Ace’s mind. He did not want to have to relive that torture again.

“Relax, luv, I’m not that far.” The sounds of Thrall shrieking rang in Ace’s ears, followed by a snicker from Lunaa. “Well, hello, maggots! I’m afraid I can’t play today!” All that Ace heard after that was the obvious sound of a rocket launcher blast.

As Ace pushed farther into the cavern, he came across what he assumed was the “former nasty looking tower of chitin” described to him earlier. He took a moment to appreciate Lunaa’s fine work before moving into the next chamber. There was more of Lunaa’s handiwork everywhere as the floor was absolutely littered with Hive corpses. Again, Ace was conflicted with feeling both worried for Lunaa’s safety and being absolutely enamored with her skills. He was a bit jealous, to be honest. He already struggled with trying to live up to his parents’ skills, and now he had another person to idolize. Normally, he was the one trying to show off to Lunaa, but it was becoming clearer and clearer that Lunaa already surpassed him in talent. It suddenly didn’t feel so urgent to catch up to Lunaa anymore, and Ace began to take it easier as he pressed on.

Eventually, Ace found himself in a much larger chamber than before, with more corpses scattered across the ground. There were multiple paths connected to it, and it wasn’t completely obvious which way Lunaa had gone. “Yo, which way did you go? It looks like the Ramen shop after Happy Hour in here!” A moment passed with no response. “Lunaa?”

A loud explosion echoed through the chamber, nearly knocking Ace off his feet.

“Lunaa??” Ace began frantically looking down each of the paths to see if he could find any sign of Lunaa, but to no avail.

Just as Ace was about to send another panicked message, a response finally came. “Northwest... look for the... fried Wizard...” Lunaa’s voice was clearly strained, which sent Ace into even more of a panic. “What happened?” He asked as he began scanning the area for the dead Wizard. “Are you ok??”

“Cave... collapsed... everything hurts... and... I’m dying...”

It was like a switch went off in Ace’s head. Suddenly everything he’d ever been taught in the way of the Hunter was brought out in full force. No more negative thoughts, only Hunter mode. Almost immediately, he spotted the singed remains of a Hive Wizard nearby one of the tunnels and made his way down it with literal lightning speed thanks to his St0mp-EE5. There were more corpses on the ground, but Ace ignored them entirely, his focus solely on getting to Lunaa.

Ace eventually came across a collapsed part of the cave and deduced that Lunaa had to be around nearby. He began moving parts of the rubble with newfound strength, desperate to find even a sign that Lunaa was there somewhere. He was so focused, he almost didn’t notice the Hive Wizards creeping up behind him. Zee, his Ghost, cried out to warn him before hiding inside his backpack to avoid getting taken. Now Ace couldn’t see aside from the eerie green glow coming off both of the Hive Wizards. That wasn’t going to stop him though. Whatever it took, he would protect Lunaa at all costs.

With all the power of the Light he could muster, Ace activated his Super and began tearing into the Wizards with his lightning staff. One of them almost fully went down before the staff faded, which allowed Ace to finish it off with one headshot from the Ace of Spades. The resulting explosion damaged the other Wizard enough to break its shield, leaving it wide open. Ace fired a full round of bullets into it with his auto rifle, then took a flying leap off of the rubble to strike the Wizard directly between the eyes with his knife. The Wizard’s dying screams echoed through the cave, and it seemed everything was over. But the screams of the Wizard had summoned a wave of Thrall that was now headed straight for Ace.

There was a brief moment of panic before suddenly all the Thrall were frozen, as if they’d all been turned to ice. Ace turned towards the rubble and saw Lunaa’s arm extended out in the direction of the Thrall. His heart swelled at the sight of her. Quickly, he gunned down all of the frozen Thrall with his auto rifle and finished off the rest with the Ace of Spades. Finally, it was over.

Zee popped back out of Ace’s backpack and lit up the pile of rubble. Lunaa was barely visible underneath it, and she seemed to have now gone limp. Ace quickly began moving the rubble again and was easily able to pull Lunaa out from it.

As he cradled her unmoving body in his arms, Ace felt his heart break. He knew it was silly to cry over something like this, but he couldn’t help it. Even as Lunaa’s Ghost, Bonbon, began the healing process to bring her back to normal, Ace still felt the weight of the situation. He had often talked with Matt about his feelings regarding these sorts of things, as Matt also struggled with the same feelings. Matt always encouraged him to keep his chin up and maintain that signature Ace positivity, but Matt also knew that it wasn’t good to stuff those negative feelings Ace might have. “Acknowledge them, but don’t give them any power,” Matt had told him. “Think of them like the Darkness. Confront them head on, and then destroy them.” Ironic words to think of while clutching the body of a Guardian who freely wielded the Darkness.

It didn’t take long for Bonbon to fix up Lunaa, and she fluttered her optics open as the Light returned to her. She was surprised to see Ace staring down at her so closely, but not that surprised. What was more surprising was the hug Lunaa got pulled into soon afterwards. The cave they were inside was cold and dark, but Ace’s hugs were warm and pleasant. This hug in particular was very pleasant to Lunaa, and she returned it eagerly, with a laugh escaping from her robotic mouth. “Silly Ace, why are you so emotional? There was no worry of me being gone for good!”

“I know, I just...” Ace’s grip on Lunaa tightened ever so slightly. “Just please don’t go off like that again. Especially here.”

Lunaa decided to play it off as ignorant, like she often did. “Oh, were you afraid of being left alone down here? Well, you could’ve just said so, luv.” She booped his nose with a giggle and stood up, offering him a hand. “No need to cause such a fuss.”

Ace took her hand, a slight blush on his face visible even in the low lighting. “With you, it’s always worth making a fuss.” It took him a moment to realize what he’d just said, and the blush on his face grew immensely. Lunaa just giggled and patted the back of his hand. “Whatever you say, luv.”

Bonbon floated over to Zee as this interaction was happening and began speaking quietly to her. “How long are they going to keep this up? It’s quite painful to watch.”

Zee scoffed. “Girl, I don’t know, my boy can barely stand straight around her lately; it’s completely wack.”

Bonbon huffed. “I wish they would just get it over with and start snogging each other.”

Zee simply nodded in agreement.

#wheeeeeeeeeeee here it is!#this takes place well after Beyond Light; like current D2 times #I imagine they do missions like this together while most of the others are dealing with Caiatl #also if y'all want to know what they sound like #Ace: Tom Holland (American accent; think Spiderman)#Lunaa: Millie Bobby Brown #Bonbon: Helena Bonham Carter #Zee: Zendaya #I'll post the other drabbles... later... maybe LOL #OC: Ace #OC: Lunaa #my OCs #my storiez

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Transcript for: Rethinking what my ideal of a video game is or Moving out and the future, past of video games video

If you missed it, I re-added it to the bottom of this post and the link is here:

https://youtu.be/JSJM-2L38dw

Written transcript for my last Youtube video (not a 1:1 but based off of my word file that I read for the video):

So what do I think of when I hear the phrase video game? For me its pretty much a gambit of Triple A big budget titles – God of War, Grand Theft Auto and Call of Duty come to my mind. If I had to make my best guess its probably because they are the corporate, Triple A games. Those Triple A games have over the years have been drilled into my brain to mean their big budgets are the ones synonymous with quality, that they are the penultimate ideal of a video game - the Triple A title. These are the games that get the clout and win the awards every year and get (sometimes) yearly sequels and all the attention.

But when I think about the games that I really love, is that really accurate?

Not usually. Cuphead and the Shantae series are the games most recent that I unabashedly love and find myself regularly going back to. While I do enjoy some triple A titles like Gears V and Paper Mario: The Origami King, I have been playing a lot more indie games recently. I helped kickstart Yooka Laylee back in 2015 and my most recent backing is the upcoming Symphony of the Night inspired Metroidvania, The Last Faith.

Perhaps that reasoning for Triple A is because most indie games, even the best ones, don't hold that long term place in my heart or even memories even when they are good due to that Triple A bias. When was the last time I really thought about World of Goo for instance? Or even a more popular game like Limbo? Braid is only on my radar again because it is getting a remake and that game was especially huge when it came out.

This isn't to say either that Triple A games are all bad or that Indie games are the only real good ones. You can enjoy both, either or neither. The latter is, I suppose, if you don't like video games. That and there are indie games that last, while these games haven't been out a very long time titles like Undertale and Shovel Knight have had more lasting power and I don't think myself or anyone will be forgetting about them anytime soon, or at least I hope we don't.

Rather I bring this up to go back to the core of the the question, what do I think about when I hear the phrase “video game,” I think I have a new response to reprogram my brain to what I want and not what has been ingrained into me. And the best example I can now think of is … Moving Out.

Moving Out is now my example not because its my new favorite game, (though I really do like it) but its because the game really gets at my core of what I like. Its easy to pick up and play, its not exploitative, it has a lot of content to really delve deep into but it can also be played in a few short bursts. It controls well and I don't feel frustrated by the challenges. Its a game that's easy to beat but hard to master.

First off without even touching the game, the aesthetic is something that I really dig. Its that late 80s / early 90s before the 90s were really determined as a decade look that, for me, is really nostalgic being a 90s kid that was born in the 80s. Its look is very colorful and done for laughs – that laugh at loud funny / cartoony – and not photo realistic vibe. Hell, your certification to become a mover is what's known as a Furniture Arrangement & Relocation Technician. That is spelled out as an anagram – its F.A.R.T., fart. You play as a FART

::laughs::

You can't tell me you can't appreciate a good fart joke, and its a clever one.

So in my opinion the humor and aesthetic is on point and that's before you even really get into playing the game. The game itself is full to the brim with clever word play and jokes. Even dragging around the furniture and breaking things without any regard when you are supposed to be a professional mover, made me laugh out loud time and again and even harder later on when my wife noticed me doing it.

Also before you even play the first level of the game, this game tells you that if you aren't having fun that there is an *accessibility mode (*Assist Mode) you can activate. In a world of fake Cuphead controversy and Sekiro: Shadows Die Twice MEMEs where you cheat yourself- This complete disregard of “real gamer” credentials to just say “HEY! We want you to enjoy the game, there's no wrong way to do it” is extremely refreshing. And its not done as an insult, its not deemed “easy mode” and playing with these options doesn't disable achievements either.

But back to accessibility, you also right off the bat can customize your character to be in a wheelchair. I love that, I like the representation and the fact that its a simple thing the devs did to be more inclusive. But customization doesn't end there. You can customization your character appearance with a lot of varied and different outfits and colors. As you play you naturally unlock more characters to use just from playing the game. Crazy right?

My only minor gripe that also is a fair counterpoint to that claim is while this game doesn't have micro-transactions, it does have one piece of downloadable content. The downloadable content, or DLC, is the employees of the month pack. This offers more movers for you to play as. Originally this was a pre-order incentive given for free that you now have to pay for. While it would be great if it was bundled in, at least this game is a budget title with plenty of characters and customization options even without those few extra characters. Not only that but with the latest updated we got some more polish, bug fixes and a new character so it takes the sting out of what would otherwise be a perfect point. And the extra characters don't gate off any additional content of achievements either if you don't have them.

long with playing the story mode, there are also tasks you can unlock after clearing a stage in the story to go back and get coins. These coins are used in the game's arcade to unlock bonus stages. There are also bonus stages unlocked from getting gold medals from clearing the stages in a certain time limit. Its brilliant both in adding replay value and having a type of in game currency that you can spend on the game without paying real money to unlock. I want more games to do this.

Only in 2020 is something like that a big deal that was so standard in the games I grew up on.

So overall with the one issue about the DLC the price is pretty fair, a budget title of $23-$28 (pictured at $29.99 on sale for $19.99) and if you were to pay for the the few extra characters that's an additional $2.99. That's about less than half the cost of a new Triple A title, and even less considering a new console generation is around the corner and games are priced to be maybe be $70.

Yikes!

I love all the care that went into Moving Out- I love the humor, the look, the gameplay, the price point. It may not be my favorite game of 2020 by the end of the year and it may not be yours either but I really implore you to at least try this game. If you have Xbox Gamepass Ultimate, this game is available to download on both Xbox One and PC. I feel like these kind of indie games could be the real future of gaming or at least what I hope it is, by doing so much of what I loved from video games of the past. Treating video games like video games as a product again, and not a media service to bleed the player dry.

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