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babytortie · 4 years ago

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unexpected

unexpected. ❘ stanley uris x reader.

a/n: this was requested by anon - love ur recent stanley fic! was wondering if you’re cool with doing a smut for him? (aged up of course!) if you’re comfortable, could you make the reader more dominant in bed/stanley being more submissive? perhaps and enemies to lovers, hate sex type. other than that, any plot line is just fine.

* hope this lives up to your expectations! tyty for requesting this one.

summary: in which stanley and reader argue worse than richie runs his trashmouth. after burning some pent-up tension one day, the two take a turn for the better and become more than just enemies.

warnings: s m u t. some fluff at end. <3

contains: enemies to lovers, degrading, hair tugging, harsh kisses w/ slight blood, mild orgasm denial, praises, rough and unprotected sex.

* all characters ( including reader ) of the loser's club are 18+ in this one-shot.

~ 3.4k words.

you twirled a strand of hair between your fingers, a magazine placed on your lap, and beverly's head rested on your shoulder, looking at the pages with you.

it was the summer and the group was all back home on break from college. the loser's wanted to hang out and all eight of you were at bill's house right now. on various couch cushions and seats in the living room. his parents were away for the night and the seven brought clothes to stay at his just in case it got a bit late.

"oh, do you think he's hotter? or him?" bev asked, leaning in closer to point at the page. it was some magazine about the hottest actors of the year, achievement wise. though some hot men that were in it was currently grabbing beverly's, well, and your attention too. you glanced down at the page, slightly comparing both actors and voiced, "definitely him."

the guys overheard this and rolled their eyes. they were taking turns playing on bill’s newest nintendo sixty-four. on the floor below you, sat the four a few feet away, this was because they wanted to be scooted closer to the television. even though it was perfectly fine to put their backs against the couch. typical males.

you worried for their eyesight, especially richie’s, since right now he and bill were battling on some game you didn’t know the name of while being too close to the screen. eddie was on a chair next to the couch and sat by you, wheezing as he watched how close of a tie it was between them. mike and stanley were sitting on the floor with them on either side, cheering on who they wanted to win.

this was while ben sat on the other side of bev and read some book that just came out earlier this week. a quarter of ben’s focus was on his hand. it was resting on beverly’s thigh and drawing small, mindless shapes in content. the two were newly dating after pinning on each other for forever.

"i think we should play would you rather!" mike turned his head and suggested after hearing your conversation with the red head. bill had just died on the game causing richie to jump up and cheer while blowing out the other three's ear drums.

ben closed his book and sat up straighter. he took a glimpse over at beverly to see what her decision was. eddie hesitantly agreed when you and bev nodded. “s-sure!” bill got up and pulled stan with him.

one weekend about four years ago when the denbrough’s were home and bill had the group of losers over, they noticed how you all squished on the seats in the living room. surprising bill with an extra couch a month after this, they were able to successfully squeeze it into the room and push it against the other wall.

the four others started to pile on the other couch a few feet away from the three of you and eddie who still sat on the single chair next to you. beverly pulled her head up and leaned over to whisper in your ear, “be nice to stanley please.”

knowing it wasn’t funny, looking at her anyway with a confused expression, you lied. "stanley who?" she immediately turned her neck back at you, probably receiving some whiplash and raised an eyebrow to challenge you.

"i'm serious y/n." beverly laughed dryly. you sighed and replied a short agreeable response. “alright bev, as long as he doesn’t start it, then i won’t do anything.” after, you zipped your lips and threw an imaginary lock in the direction behind eddie.

she smiled at you in thanks and then you two turned towards the room, noticing everyone was ready. “b-being as it w-was mike’s id-dea, he can g-go first.” bill announced while glancing around the room.

mike nodded and turned to the one who still wore coke-bottle glasses years later. “richie, would you rather never wear underwear again or never wear socks again?”

ben and bill stifled a laugh, already knowing what his response was going to be. eddie rolled his eyes as richie answered, “underwear since i go commando sometimes anyway.”

you put your finger in your mouth, pretending that you were about to throw up and mike shook his head at richie. you turned to your right and left, seeing eddie’s and beverly’s disgusted faces.

”okay, eddie spaghetti.” he paused. the seven of you looked at eds, who had already put his hand over his face in annoyance. you and beverly laughed when the shorter boy muttered, “here we go.” richie smirked and continued. “would you rather, accidently send a nude to your boss or your parents? and by parents i mean your mom and i.”

he rolled his eyes, “absolutely not richie. my mom would never get with you and i would die of embarrassment if it were sonia. she’d probably kidnap and lock me in my old room, never to be seen again. probably boss.”

eddie turned to you after the group cackled of laughter, especially richie at the response he was given. the two of you currently shared a science class together in college and the asthmatic based some of his question off of this. "alright y/n, would u rather hook up with one of football players or with mr. jackson down at the science lab?”

you placed the palm of your hand on your cheek, into a thinking position and replied. "well, i kind of answered that question at last weekend’s party?" beverly jumped up at this and gasped. "no way! with which one?"

"i don’t kiss and tell." you smirked. the others gagged at that. “ah okay, i see. that’s where you went when we couldn’t find you again.” ben commented. stanley had been a bit quiet during the conversation and decided to speak up. adding to this, while looking at you pointedly. "you kind of just did tell and admitted at the fact that you sucked off some guy.”

you weren’t usually the type to get flustered during conversations like this. instead owning it as if you weren’t bothered. this helped you avoid any teasing or any richie’s usual jokes. "at least i'm getting some!" muttering in stanley’s direction.

"i swear if you guys argue for one more minute, i'm going to shoot myself. go y/n. it’s your turn." mike spoke up in between you and stanley, trying to get the game rolling again.

you smiled, feeling a little eager at the next question. you looked at the curly haired sitting across the room from you. the others groaned knowing you were about to pick on him in some kind of way. "uris. for the rest of your sex life, would you rather be the top or bottom?”

he blinked in your direction, probably wanting to smack you for the inappropriate question. “depends, is it with anyone specific?” you looked down sheepishly, then back up. is this a trick question? i mean sometimes you did find stanley a little bit too attractive. “do you want it to be?” deciding to quip back with equal attitude, you asked.

the group looked between the two of you while waiting for a response from uris. the tension was so thick that it could be cut with a knife. letting out a scoff in return, he looked at you in the eyes and glared. speaking in a low tone, you almost didn’t hear him. "uh, i don’t know.”

"what do you mean? you don’t know?" richie snickered.

bill, beverly, ben, and mike started to get the picture together. eddie figured it out just a second before them, when you burst out giggling. before you could stop from helping yourself, you let out a harsh jab. “oh shit, that explains why you’re always so uptight! maybe you should unbutton some of that polo? might help so you aren’t choking on all that innocence."

that only made matters worse, the last pin in place to set him off. stanley angrily spewed some words under his breath. only catching your name, you figured it was most likely something badly about you. quickly getting up from his spot, his curls bounced up and down when he rushed upstairs to one of the bedrooms.

the others watched him disappear from the top step sadly and looked back at you with the look. you had the decency to look a bit guilty, an awkward grimace on your face. "uh, why are you all looking at me like that?"

eddie leaned over to elbow you and gave his puppy dog eyes in pleading. you sighed but started getting up anyway. you laced your hands together in front of your stomach, nerves a bit jittery at being in a room alone with him. "well, to state my case we were all having that kind of discussion! if he wasn't such a prude..." you trailed off.

ben got up, patting your shoulder. "we all know this but stanley is sensitive about these kinds of things. go apologize while we're on break now and we’ll get some drinks going."

you nodded and turned back around, starting towards the stairs and walked up slowly. richie decided this was a good time to be the loud trashmouth that he is and shouted. "it was nice knowing you, y/n!"

shaking your head, you reached the last step and rounded the corner. hearing a slap noise, you assumed tozier was probably getting hit on the back of his head. a moment later a "beep beep" came from mike and you let out a small laugh in relief that they had your back against the loud mouth.

strolling down the hallway, you spotted the second guest bedroom door closed and decided to knock on it. stan heard a faint knock and got up from the bed to open it, seeing y/n he groaned. "oh, it's just you."

you ignored his disappointed comment and bit your lip. looking up and down to observe his new look. he must have just changed. wearing a regular light blue t-shirt and grey sweats. you shook your head and looked up to see his grin, catching you in the act of checking him out.

rolling your eyes in response, like he usually did and walking around him, you closed the bedroom door shut after stepping inside. you grabbed a handful of stanley’s shirt and pushed him against the back of the door. more like he allowed you to do this but you were definitely in control of the situation.

you leaned in towards him and swiped the back of your thumb over his bottom lip to test his reaction. when he didn’t swat your hand away, you went on the tip of your toes and brushed his lips against yours.

stanley gasped into your mouth and deciding to use this as an opportunity, you placed the tip of your tongue on the bottom of his lip. right before you could actually do this, he apparently read your mind and left his mouth open purposely. you wanted to slap him.

nonetheless, he allowed you total access. surprising him on purpose, you shoved your tongue in his mouth. wishfully thinking about how you wanted to somehow choke him with it. he grabbed both sides of your shoulders and scooted you closer, clashing his teeth with yours. not wanting to let up the control he tried to grab, you grasped the back of his neck tightly and felt light-headed. sensing wetness pooling between your thighs from enjoying this too much, you cursed to yourself.

a small moan escaped out from your lips and as if it was his fault, you nipped his bottom lip. you tried to quickly get rid the thought of ever giving into stanley uris. he hissed sharply, tasting slight blood from the nick. uris mumbled. "bitch."

this angered you more. pulling away from his lips, you put on a fake smile. moving in a bit closer to mess with the collar of his shirt, you tugged on it roughly, your face still close with his. "ready to not be a virgin anymore, virgin?" you retorted.

he smirked, "as long as i'm not one anymore, i don't care who it's with. even someone like you." he emphasized in a nasty tone. you pulled the shirt up over his head and uttered out. "shut the hell up." stan hummed happily after his shirt was pulled up to see that you were glaring from his reply. the two of you heard loud steps down the hall by the stairs, so you placed a finger over his mouth.

after a moment later, you heard what you assumed was someone in the bathroom, closing door the shut. letting out a breath not realizing you were holding it, stanley took this as a distraction to slip your finger into his mouth. you gasped, eyes widening, "what the hell!"

pulling your hand back, you spoke and stared in his eyes to let him know just how serious you were. "here's how it's going to go if you want to get laid, uris. we're doing this my way. don't play around anymore and definitely don’t talk too much so i can picture literally anyone other than you."

stanley looked into your eyes, searching for any hints of a lie from your remark. when he saw your eyes looking clearly back into his, he sighed in defeat. not letting it show, he grinned nastily. ”fine by me, y/l/n.”

"now, bird-boy are you sure you can handle this?" you stated more than questioned, an eyebrow quirked up. you held onto the top of his sweats with an eyebrow quirked up. he clenched his jaw, gritting his teeth together so hard he hoped they wouldn't crack. "fuck you y/n."

“no, that’s what i’ll be doing to you.” disagreeing and putting your palm over him. “what do we have here?” you asked out loud, in general all snarky. he let out an annoyed noise when he felt you tease fingertips across his hard length. so, in retaliation, he grabbed your wrist and pushed the palm of your hand harder onto him.

you gasped at how big he was. you tried to cover the surprise, a ‘tsk, tsk’ falling from your lips. not letting go quickly enough stanley noticed this and smirked at you. frowning, you murmured. "ever heard of patience? such a bad boy."

uris let out a small, quiet groan from feeling your hands come off of him. which was something you caught and figured having teased him enough, you put your hands around the waistband of his pants. tugging them off along with his boxers. afterwards you pushed him down onto the bed and before he could do anything, you quickly made work of your shirt. pulling it over your head and unclipping your bra as well.

he put a hand through his curls, smoothing them out from the fall when he fell into the comforter. watching you, he could feel himself hardening painfully. he felt needy and done with the wait. pulling your wrist closer he pleaded. “come on, hurry. please y/n.”

”fine, you’ve waited long enough like a good little boy.” stanley flushed at your approving compliment and tried to hide it, looking down. you saw this when you moved to sit on top of him and smiled. grabbing his chin lightly, you tilted his head back up. while looking into his light brown eyes, you held his wrist and tugged his hand so it laid over on top your breast.

stanley’s breath hitched and you moved inwards toward his neck. your warm breath was touching his skin, feeling cheeks reddening more. uris felt, palmed, and squeezed a little as you sucked small hickeys on his neck. not to dark but enough to be just visible if one were close up.

kissing his cheek and tilting back up, he dropped his hand and you happened to see his cheeks and neck all red. the quick switch of his attitude still shocked you to the core. ”are you sorry for calling me a bad name, baby?” he ignored your comment like a brat and kissed the inside of your wrist. you melted a little in his touch before going back to the task at hand.

you slowly let out of his grasp to unbuckle the belt and unbutton your shorts. you shimmied out of them and wanting to hurry up, you just moved your panties to the side and out of the way. pumping him a few times, you started to align him to your center. before you moved down onto him, you placed your hand on his cheeks in a sweet gesture and silently asked for reassurance. he nodded and you slowly slid down into him, both of you letting out small moans. “feel so good.” you muttered.

stilled for a moment, you let yourself adjust to his length and him to the feel. your hips went back up and you moved in forward, kissing him again. it slowly turned into a sloppy make out when you slammed your hips back down again. his tongue shoved in your mouth when you gasped in pleasure. after you found a rhythm you babbled on and on about how stanley was doing so good for you.

"i need you to put your fingers on my clit and rub." you said softly but still in a demanding tone. directing his hand exactly where you wanted it, you nodded when he looked at you again. his fingers moved quickly, drawing out an orgasm that you felt nearing.

lacing your fingers through his curly hair. stanley let out a loud moan as you tugged the locks. "now for the sake of you being able to cum, i'm going to ask again. are you sorry my baby boy?" he really didn't want to have to see the satisfactory in your face if he apologized. though, after a small moment went by, he realized that you weren't joking.

he let out a small, almost incoherent whine. pleading you with his big hazel eyes, "i-i'm sorry y/n. so sorry, c-can i cum please?" stanley would have never thought he'd be the submissive type but he found himself melting at your praises, quite easily. he liked letting you have some control and for once being able to sit back.

you smirked at him and let go. patting his cheek in almost a mocking way. "awe such a good boy but i think you can wait another minute." his eyes widened and you placed your hands back up onto his chest, steadying your balance before moving your hips back up and down repeatedly and harshly against his. he moaned when you kept going back down on his cock. feeling his pelvis right up against your very sensitive bundle of nerves, you squirmed.

stanley smirked, feeling you tighten around him. knowing you were close was a relief. constantly feeling so good on him made him hard and straining inside of you. tears prickling in the back of his eyes and wanting to cum so badly was difficult. uris felt not wanting to disobey you was more important as he patiently waited. pushing harder on your clit is what caused you to unravel, tightening completely around him. "oh fuck! s-such a good boy. cum with me now."

he came so hard, the hardest ever. which wasn't much to go off on, from the obvious conversation before. feeling euphoria, you rode through your high and his, milking every last drop of cum. you started to feel shaky. before your hips gave out, you placed one last kiss on his slightly darkening hickey.

after you fell on the bed next to him, he pulled you close. you turned your head in his embrace, eyes widening. you knew without a doubt they looked like they were probably about to fall out of the sockets. assuming even bigger eyes then richie's usual ones due to his glasses.

uris pursed his lips, kissing the top of your forehead before he could overthink it. “we need to talk. y/n/n." you tried to open your mouth, but closed it again. stanley used your nickname, he has never used it before. you were in disbelief, frozen, and unable to say a word. he rescued you and spoke up again. "you know i don't hate you, right?"

you swallowed feeling like a brick was falling from your shoulders and nodded. "i don't hate you either stan. this is not what i was expecting though to make up." you giggled causing him to chime in. the awkwardness was finally settled but you paused and asked nervously. "do you think we're worse than eddie and richie?"

he shook his head, not even needing to think on it and responded sweetly. "no, we're okay now and i have a feeling that richie will tease eddie even after we're all dead."

you laughed together once more, agreeing with stan’s opinion which would probably be a proven fact one day. "that's true. poor eddie!" snuggling closer into his back and finally, truly feeling at peace.

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asterekmess · 4 years ago

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S3A - E8

I’m realizing just how damn far behind I am on working on season 3, but I don’t wanna skip any episodes of the rewatch, so let’s get to it! Double time, double time!

Content warnings for discussion of cannibalism.

Forewarning, this one is a doozy, so be prepared to Read More:

Lesgo!:

First thing’s first, Derek has experience with those awful sound thingies? Can you imagine how freaked he must’ve been seeing Chris bring those out when they were tracking Boyd and Erica?

Also, Chris Argent has been hunting Derek one way or another since he was a child. Even BEFORE Kate. Why the hell do we have a Derek & Chris broness in the later seasons? This kind of shit doesn’t just go away. I can’t believe I forgot about it.

I love how awkward sweet bby Derek is trying to run through the trees and tripping on branches everywhere. It’s honestly so much more realistic for a teenager than just the crazy cgi stuff. Also, since we know Derek is comfortable in the woods, it really gives you a hint as to how truly messed up he is from fear right now. He’s off balance in a dozen ways.

DEREK HAS BEEN WATCHING PEOPLE DIE IN FRONT OF HIM SINCE HE WAS 15. I’m gonna CRY. If I wanna hurt myself even More, you could argue that the Random Beta (RB) got shot bc he stopped to talk to Derek. So...guilty minds would assume Derek has been watching people die because of him since 15. I hate everything.

PETER comin’ in clutch. Also, hilarious that they use that arrow catching move so much.

I almost like how they tried to make Gerard look younger by just having him wear a douchey leather jacket instead of the serious grandpa one he wears in S2. He swaggers over to the body of RB, and it’s hilarious.

Okay, what is this bullshit about “Bring them back alive, we go by the code?” If you were going by the code then you wouldn’t be fucking hunting them AT ALL. They’re innocent! Why the fuck are you ‘bringing them back’ in the first place? Chris, you piece of shit. This is supposed to demonstrate that you’ve always been a stickler for the code, but all it does is emphasize how little that code actually means. “We hunt those who hunt us.” Fuck off, you hunt anything you deem ‘dangerous’ and find excuses to kill them so you can feel righteous.

Gonna casually note that RB was shot in the Throat with an arrow, but bc of makeup necessities they moved the arrow down to his chest when he’s shown on the ground. It’s funny. :)

It’s seriously so hard to hate Peter, do the writers realize that? Like, yes, he did horrible shit and I’m not denying that, but when you show him running into the hunter-filled woods to save his nephew’s life at 24 years old, then hiding with him in a cellar for two fucking days when he could probably have escaped on his own, it’s hard to see him as a heartless bastard.

I’m almost afraid to find out why Cora knows the details. Can you imagine? She would’ve been, what, 9-10? Her big brother and uncle both go missing for two days after a hunt and she had to stay at home waiting for someone to say they’d found their bodies. God, the lives of the Hales are so fucked up.

The rain is really making the mood here.

I gotta say, I’m confused about this initial Cora-Stiles interaction. He goes on about everyone who’s died or nearly died, but then Cora assumes he wants Derek to do something about the deaths, and Stiles agrees? Except that Derek currently fits the COD that all the other sacrifices have hit. Missing for about two days. Everything Stiles has said implies that he’s worried Derek is also dead. I don’t get why they go with ‘I’m worried about the missing man that I’ve been helping for the last four months because I blame him for the Alphas even coming to town”?

One thing they got on point here is just how disgusting they made Gerard. The slime and the spitting and ugh *shudders* it’s just so gross.

I’m also...I think intrigued is the right word--that they shoved this whole story into the episode without ever addressing the fact that Derek IS missing and they should go looking for him or something. It starts with Stiles asking where the hell he is, but then everything else is about this past moment. Talk about going off on a tangent. I mean, I don’t blame them, but if I shoved this much character background into one chapter people would call me out for the infodump that it is.

Which is all this episode is. Info-dumped exposition. Here’s how werewolves were made. Here’s why Derek’s cranky. Here’s why Duke’s an asshole. Here’s why the Hales are ‘special’

Again, I don’t blame them. It’s just...a lot.

Just a tiny thing: Why do they both roll up their sleeves when Scott only has to touch Gerard’s hand?

It is also very hard to believe that either Allison or Scott are remotely good people when they’re both lying to everyone about Gerard’s existence.

*finger guns, bc now i have to use the tag* I think this is the longest I’ve ever gotten before using it.

Another thing: Why does Gerard make the gross noises like he’s in pain, when we know it doesn’t hurt to get the pain taken away from him? It certainly didn’t hurt that lady in the ER.

I know this is a weird thing to notice, but I find it interesting that Paige is wearing actual makeup. Not just the ‘natural’ look, but eyeshadow that’s visibly dark. *shrug*

Is she Actually playing the cello? The notes Don’t look like they match up with her bowing and fingerings.

HA that music cut in is fucking Hilarious. Derek turns around like he’s in a teen rom-com, with that casual “I never stop smiling all the way bc I’m the coolest guy around” grin and the music just WHAM. That’s right, Derek Hale used to be a JOCK. He didn’t used to be ‘a lot like Scott.’ He was a lot like JACKSON.

So, this group of cronies Derek has. What is that about? He’s gotta have that posse just like Jackson did in S1? Unnamed people to cackle at his jokes.

Paige’s face, right there? That is the SHIT for me. That’s not hidden attraction, that’s genuinely “What the fuck is my life, why are you so lame?” and I am LIVING for it.

Derek peacocking is also hilarious. Peacocking so hard he (THE WEREWOLF) didn’t notice that she’d left the hall, is even more so.

I hate to tell you this Paige, but THAT is where I could tell you liked him. Giving in to his bullshit offer was the first step, that look on your face when he said, “Hold on” was Blatant “Holy shit, my crush wants to talk to me” but then all you idiots did was make eye contact. Paige, if you’re trying to get the ball, try looking away from those pretty eyes, okay?

Derek, you always go too far. You can see Paige lose interest when she realizes that he’s not actually into Her, he’s into showing off.

OOOF, i guess they weren’t such good friends after all, cus’ they left when Paige did.

I also feel the need to point out Derek is WEARING A CHECKERED SHIRT. *inarticulate screaming* Everyone who makes jokes about him thinking plaid is disgusting owes me five bucks bc he CLEARLY didn’t think checkers/plaid were that bad when he was in high school.

I’ll admit...the instant sorry is like...really good. If they’d had him come in and be More of a dick and then end up together, I’d be a lot more bugged. But his First real introduction to her is an apology.

THEN he goes back to being a dick. But at least this time it’s not about him, he wants to know about Her.

And I LOVE the turnaround! THIS is flirting. THIS is cute teasing. She plays his game Back at him, shows her own skill and forces him to get on her level. Then he weasels out of it, but in a Cute Way.

If there’s one thing that I’m routinely impressed by in TW it’s the scoring. They’re Really good with music to fit the moods and the vibes of the whole episode. For instance, all the transition music in this episode is Cello, bc it’s about Paige.

I hate agreeing with Gerard on Anything, but he makes a good point about the Dark Druid taking and killing someone else right alongside Deaton. Why would she take 4 people when she only needed three? She wouldn’t know that Deaton got a message out or that Scott would save Deaton. Plus the addition of the mountain ash circle is kind of weird, don’t you think?

Yah, I have no clue why your body is producing anything Either. You literally make no sense and you shouldn’t be alive. Period. Bringing you back was a lazy way to have someone who could be a sub-sub plot and hand out exposition and red herrings that are totally useless.

HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT GERARD? You weren’t There when Deucalion found out he could still see with his Alpha Eyes (Which makes no sense btw, he doesn’t have TWO sets of eyes???) and if you’d interacted with Deuc since then he’d have ripped you to shreds.

SERIOUSLY people, why the FUCK are we getting this information from Gerard when it makes WAY more sense for Deaton to tell them this? He was THERE for the whole thing!

I get that the point of the episode is supposed to be “Unreliable Narrators” (The whole show has an unreliable narrator.) but you had that covered with Peter’s story. You could’ve Instilled TRUST in Deaton by making a contrast and having Deaton TELL THEM THE TRUTH. Show the difference between reliable and unreliable. Gerard doesn’t need to be here!

Stiles, asking the real questions.

AND GETTING THE MOST BULLSHIT ANSWER IN THE UNIVERSE.

Could these writers GET any lazier? Put some fucking effort in and give us some information about Werewolves IN YOUR WEREWOLF TV SHOW.

What the fuck were Paige and Derek into that they knew where an abandoned distillery was when it wasn’t even in TOWN? And you’re telling me they left town every time they wanted to make out? Even worse, are you implying they had SEX in that distillery? And then trying to tell me that none of the fucking Alphas and their packs noticed the smell of Derek and his girlfriend all over the building?

...what...do people seriously not remember being teenagers? What the fuck Peter? In what fucking universe is “one minute it’s ‘i hate you, don’t talk to me’ the next it’s frantic groping in any dark corner’ remotely accurate to real life?

Teenagers in the majority don’t DO that. I really fucking hate that all teenagers are made out to be like this. Like they’re “run by their hormones” and “everything is sex to you” STOP. Seriously, STOP. Saying shit like that completely negates the fact that Teenagers are Real fucking People. They’re not just buckets of hormones and sweat that need to be shaped into an adult. They’re fucking PEOPLE and reducing them to sex-crazed idiots is lazy and stupid.

Are you ALSO telling me that the hunters dragged RB’s DEad Body to an abandoned building, then strung the corpse up and cut it in half? AND that someone happened to go the abandoned building and found the body and called the cops, or that they MOVEd the two halves somewhere they would be found, Or that They were the ones to call and report the body?

Has teen wolf got even a Single brain cell?

ALSO, what the fuck is this timeline? Derek and Peter went missing for two days after RB was killed, but the packs don’t get together to discuss RB’s death until After Derek has run out of the building with Paige because he could smell blood from RB being hemisected. So, they waited at Least two days before talking to each other about RB’s death? And Derek apparently recovered Instantaneously from his two day nightmare and went right back to macking on his girlfriend and laughing freely the Day he was found? Or did they wait even longer? I’m so fucking confused!

Okay, you tell me that this place is their favorite makeout/groping spot, but they seriously just walk in the door and start kissing in the middle of the room? You guys didn’t bring some blankets and pillows here? You’re gonna stand there the whole time?

WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU MAKING PETER A PERVERT? He was fucking watching his nephew make out with his girlfriend through the wall??? WHat is WRONG with you?

ALSO, Cora was alive and active in Derek’s life at that point. She wasn’t That young. She could easily point out that Peter being Derek’s best friend is total bullshit if it weren’t actually true. Which means Peter is telling the TRUTH here. Hell, she doesn’t call out his heartbeat for lies the entire time, and while they imply at the end of the episode that Really Good Liars can just force their heart to be steady while lying so they don’t get caught, that isn’t a thing for the entire rest of the show. Derek trusts KATE when she says she’s not lying. So the evidence actually points toward Peter telling the TRUTH in this entire episode.

THAT is accurate to teenagers. Using the word “like” and “liking” so many times in a conversation that it doesn’t even sound like a word anymore.

Paige...dude, I’m so torn. Like I’m glad you’re being honest with Derek about your worries, but also it’s a complete dick move to just Assume that he’s gonna bail? To say to his face that you Know he’s leaving you and you’re just waiting for it? Fucking rude.

Ennis...bro...how exactly did your Beta “Accidentally” kill a hunter? How would that happen?

AGAIN WITH THE TIMELINE. If the packs only CAME to beacon hills because of Ennis issue with the hunters, why was RB running through beacon hills when he was killed?

Also, side note: Where are all of these werewolves staying? Are they territorial so they like, all claimed different hotels to take over? Or do they not mind, and THAT’S why the Hale house is so big for such a small family? Because they had a ton of guest rooms for packs that visited to get that sweet, sweet Hale Wisdom?

I firmly believe that werewolves are clothing-optional people. Talia straight shifts into a naked human form in front of over a dozen other wolves.

Also, where the hell is the Hale pack here? Some random chick comes up and gives Talia a robe, but that person is standing with Deuc’s pack. So....what?

I’m so curious about the formation the wolves make when they hear Talia coming. Everybody backs away, except Deucalion. And they do this weird focus on his face as he watches her come in. And her eye contact is JUST with him.

OH GROSS. DID DEUC HAVE A THING FOR DEREK’S MOM????

I will admit that watching things with subtitles sometimes ruins the surprise. There’s that little pause before “I’m just a deputy” like it was supposed to be shocking to the audience, but the subtitle on Amazon Prime just Pops up right away and it kind of ruins the effect.

Here we go! The one piece of concrete information on “Packs” and “pack members” that we’re given in the whole fucking show. Word for Word. “Losing a member of your pack isn’t like losing family, it’s like you lose a limb.”

That is....severe. Now imagine that your entire family IS your pack. And losing almost every one of them. Is it any wonder that Cora, Peter, and Derek are so messed up? That they’re so dark and wounded looking?

I s2g sometimes Peter literally just sounds like he’s a self-insert for the writers. He explains shit that the writer’s are showing Really Badly as if to wave away the fact that the Ennis flashback is pretty much Completely unnecessary. “You just don’t understand my artistic genius, it’s never just a single moment, it’s a confluence of events. I have to show you all these random flashbacks because you need to understand why Derek is soaked in MANPAIN all the time. Which is totally relevant to the current plot bc....bc....bc ART (and also Tyler Hoechlin was busy so we could only get one shot of him for the entire episode)”

That is just the cutest shit oh my god. Derek listens to Paige’s music while he’s in class and doing homework. THAT is love, you realize? He doesn’t just deal with her dedication to her music, he loves it.

THat little wince when he says “Are you sure about that?” Paige knows he’s gonna screw with her.

THAT IS A HEALTHY RELATIONSHIP. He gives her space! She likes studying during lunch so he Leaves her Alone. I LIKE IT.

What do you mean “Laura told you about the packs being here.” Derek KNOWS they’re here because he watched RB DIE IN THE WOODS. Seriously, I”M SO CONFUSED.

FUN FACT (that I might’ve already shared) Oak wood was liked by the Celts because it was really sturdy and hardy and bore food, but it wasn’t their favorite type of wood! Rowan was the favorite, and Irish pagan practitioners used to sleep in rowan trees so they could have prophetic dreams. After that, it was Hazelwood. :P

I...do not enjoy when they bring up the Celtic Druids. *Scuttles to get my textbook bc this is my nerd shit*

“We’re in a Nemeton” This is the correct wording, actually! A “Nemeton” isn’t a thing, it’s a “sacred meeting place” as Chris calls it. Go chris! Nemeton refers to the entire grove/area around the main tree.

I can’t speak to whether they chose a ‘Large, older tree in a grove” but it does make sense bc if we’re talking about Oaks they were a symbol of food and safety (acorns were a staple to Celtic diets) so choosing an older tree would not only look more impressive, but it would probably bear more acorns for the clan.

“It would represent the center of the world” *Puts on vine voice* THat is NOt Correct! The tree at the center of the Nemeton was called a “crann bethadh” or “Tree of Life” and it was essentially a Totem that marked the center of the tribe’s territory. It was not ‘the center of the world’ it was the center of THEIR world. Their land.

“There was a belief that cutting or harming the tree would cause serious problems for the surrounding villages” Not sure if ‘villages’ is the correct term for the era, but the rest of it sounds like a close mistranslation. See, in Ireland there were raids people would do against other clans where the SOLE PURPOSE was to destroy their crann bethadh, because it was demoralizing. It’s like graffiti-ing the front of a church. But technically, it WAS severely frowned upon to harm the tree in any way.

This is mostly because in most Celtic areas, Oak trees were considered symbols of the “Father of the Sky” or the “God of Thunder.” Of course you don’t wanna piss off Thunder man.

Also, you notice how I’m saying CELTS and not DRUIDS. It’s because DRUID isn’t a cultural label, it’s a SOCIAL CLASS. It’s like saying “The Educated”

Okay, back to the--OH WAIT. Before anyone gets any ideas, the blood on the crann bethadh isn’t human. Estonian Celts smeared animal blood on the tree roots as an assurance for rain and good harvests. This is the same concept as TONS of other religions, including Christianity. (Abraham was supposed to sacrifice his son, Isaac, to God, but God stopped him and had him sacrifice a Ram instead. So, Yes. Christians used to perform animal sacrifices.)

NOW back to the show.

THe fact that gerard doesn’t know this stuff implies that Chris is the nerd of the family.

I LIKE THIS. I hate that I like it bc it’s Gerard, but I LIKE IT. Gerard gets up from his wheelchair. He doesn’t need it All the Time.

I’ve never seen another show that bothered to have a wheelchair user who wasn’t wheelchair-bound, which is stupid because it’s Very Common for people using wheelchairs to not need them all the time.

though it does beg the question of why he’s sitting in a wheelchair when he’s in his own bedroom? Was he going somewhere? Or did he know he wouldn’t have enough chairs and didn’t want Allison or Scott to sit in his chair?

The story of Lycaon, who was considered a savage ruler of Arcadia and Zeus went to his house disguised as a human (this is v common in myth) to find out if he was batshit. Lycaon and his FIFTY SONS (he also had one daughter) wanted to know if the stranger was a human or a mortal, so they fed him human flesh in stew. Zeus flipped shit and blasted the room with thunderbolts, murdering all but one of Lycaon’s sons, and then turned Lycaon into a wolf.

So...this whole ‘myth of lycaon’ is totally fucked up when it didn’t need to be? Like, they didn’t NEED to change it to make it a messed up origin story of wolves. It already was.

There’s three major versions to choose from

Lycaon was a pius man who founded the city of Lycosura on Mount Lycaeus and used a child as a sacrifice to Zeus, thinking it would please him. Zeus flips shit and turns Lycaon into a wolf. FROM THEN ON; at every sacrifice made to zeus a man was transformed into a wolf and if he managed to restrain himself from eating human flesh for 8-9 years, he would be turned human again.

The same story as the first, except Lycaon Knew Zeus was in disguise and the child he fed him was Zeus’ own son, and it was revenge for seducing his only daughter Callisto.

If you want to make it match what you’ve already said about wolves in the show, they could’ve used the last one and it would’ve demonstrated how Ingrained the concept of vendetta/revenge is for wolves.

If you wanted to focus on the Turning Human part and working with Celtic Druids to learn to become werewolves, you could’ve used the second one.

there was no reason to add in the bullshit about Prometheus except as an excuse to make Deucalion look like he picked his name to be an asshole, which he fucking didn’t.

I’m so sorry about all the classical shit (i’m really not) but I studied it in college and I can’t just let this bullshit stand.

I’ll give them a pass on the ‘the lesser known part’ bc it’s technically plausible for the wolves to have run north to the Celts and beg for help, And the Druids (those who’s education was specifically in magic, not all of them) were known for shapeshifting (though not usually into animals. They did that to Other people, not themselves)

I cannot believe this is so long, i’m so sorry.

But WHY tho, Cora? How is an Emissary supposed to keep you connected to humanity if No ONe KNows Who They Are?? How are they supposed to do their job??

Yeah, well now Deaton is a sour bitch who has a chip on his shoulder against the Hale pack so like...fuck his advice.

I will say though! Pre-fire Deaton doesn’t give me the heebies like post-fire Deaton. He’s much more clear about the advice he’s giving, and it’s actually helpful! He still has a dumb little anecdote/parable about the scorpion and the frog (which...in most circumstances I hate. It doesn’t even match what happens) but he gives Real Advice instead of vague asshole nonsense.

“I’m an Alpha, I never walk alone.” I have an inordinate affection for this line.

Paige is clearly some kinda bad bitch if she thought nothing of going to hang out in the school in the middle of the night with Derek.

Okay, but like...why would he attack Ennis like that if he was the one who asked him to bite Paige? And why is the moment played up “A fifteen-year-old boy against a giant” Derek was literally swatted to the side while Ennis walked out of the building. this wasn’t some big showdown.

If she’d already been bitten, why was Ennis still grabbing at her??

....seriously? Peter is literally right there? And no one noticed?

Again with the “Scott is a genius now” LIsten, bro, why the fuck would Scott know a sanskrit fable? If he Did know a story like that, it would be bc Deaton taught him. In which case he would know the FROG and the scorpion. Come on, guys.

OH MY GOD GERARD DOES IT TOO. GERARD, PETER, AND DEUC all have a CHRONIC case of verbal diarrhea when they’re trying to be intimidating.

I do NOT understand this warehouse scene. It’s a GAS gerard, if you stabbed yourself with some sort of...antidote or whatever it wouldn’t save you from the GAS you’re inhaling. At the very least you would be shouting like everyone else because it HURTS going in.

why did it take so long for Talia to come? It’s implied that Peter left to get her, so why did it take so long? Even PAST peter looks fucked up at seeing that Paige is dying, it’s not like he would wait.

I’ll be real, i get weepy so i’m skipping the actual death. Just know that it hurts me. Severely.

Y’all know how much I hate this ‘innocent life’ bullshit for blue eyes. It’s very True Alpha-y in that it’s impossible to pin down the specifics. What constitutes an ‘innocent life’? What constitutes taking it? With wolf claws? With a gun? What counts and what doesn’t count? Ugh.

Eyyy, so I’m exhausted and this is so long that my computer is fritzing. There are five minutes left and nothing happens in them at all. Just Scott pointing out the heartbeat thing and threatening to kill Gerard (so he’s still fine with murder at this point in time. Good to know). Stiles telling Cora that he doesn’t think Peter was telling the truth (which she would Know if he wasn’t) and that he’s gonna ask Derek about it (which we never got to see). And Deucalion murdering his own Beta (who, tbf, tried to kill him first. Which, again, what the fuck is up with Deaton’s office that wolves are able to rip each other apart in it, but it’s still ‘hard for someone like Scott to cause me any trouble.’ I’m just so confused

Final Thoughts: This episode actually had some interesting stuff in it, which is kind of sad considering there was no PLOT, just Exposition. I look forward to tweezing the bits out that I want and dumping the rest in the garbage where it belongs. Oh, and like I said, the music was on Point.

#personal #anti-Scott McCall #TeenWolf-Rewatch #long post

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call your girlfriend | ijb

word count: 4k

pairing: jaebeom & reader

genre: angst, mentions of cheating, fluffy ending

summary: he knew what he was doing was wrong but how could it be when you made him feel so alive, like no one else ever could. maybe, it was time to break up with his girlfriend.

please read: i posted this imagine before but had to repost it because the link wouldn’t work. in this fiction, jb cheats on his girlfriend with the reader. i don’t want to romanticize cheating at all, i just really love the song and needed to write something angsty.

The last thing you would’ve expected tonight was Im Jaebeom in front of your door at two in the morning - of course, it wasn’t the first time he showed up unexpected at this late hour but this time the expression on his face was different and you immediately knew that he wasn’t coming around to spend the night with you like usually. Tonight there was no smile on his lips, he wasn’t happy to see you, instead the young man that you adored so much looked rather worried and worn out, an empty and exhausted expression on his face, his hand covering his mouth, deep in thought, as he didn’t even look at you, his eyes not daring to meet yours. Your favorite secret definitely came to you for something more serious this time and to be quite honest, you were afraid.

For a second the worst scenarios went through your head, all of them ending in you and Jaebeom going different ways. Was he coming to end things between you? Your heart immediately beat faster in your chest and you felt a strange and tingling feeling from inside, very different from the feelings you usually have when you see the handsome man that you were in love with. You knew that the moment of truth would come eventually, the day you two would part ways but nothing could prepare you for the pain that came with it.

When you first met him things still were innocent - he was just a boy to you and you were just a girl to him, two strangers at a party of a mutual friend that got along quite good and shared a drink, nothing more. To you, he was a good looking guy that you’ve heard of before and to him, you were this one childhood friend of Jackson, cute indeed, but he didn’t dare to think of you that way because he knew his girlfriend was waiting at home for him.

Jaebeom’s girlfriend, Eunhwa. They’ve been together since they were sixteen, one of these couples that clearly were going to get married and have children and grow old together - at least that was what everyone assumed. But after six years of being with each other Jaebeom started to doubt his relationship with her. He was more than thankful for her, she made him the man he was now as she was always right next to his side as he turned from the little boy in high school to the man he was by now. Still, he couldn’t help to think that maybe there should be more than that for him, they were both still so young and used to each other - maybe he just didn’t feel the same kind of love towards her that he used to. He couldn’t help but wonder if there was more than this out there, waiting for him. These thoughts were beginning to eat him up from inside and at first, he pushed them away, telling himself he was unthankful and she was the one for him, just like everyone always said. He got embarrassed and mad at himself every time a bad thought about their relationship came to his mind and eventually the whole situation became more than overwhelming to him. So one night, a few months ago, Jackson invited him to one of his famous house parties and Jaebum was more than happy to go, hoping he could distract himself a bit from the stress he was putting himself through. And he did find a distraction, just not in the way he would have thought.

As you first spotted him, Jaebeom caught your eye immediately - his clothes, his laugh, his hair - it would’ve been a lie to say he wasn’t attractive to you, he looked exactly like a guy should in your opinion - and you were sure you weren’t the only one mesmerized by his looks. But what really peaked your interest in him were his eyes: When you first looked into them that night, as he asked you if you could hand him the bottle of whiskey next to you, you felt like drowning in them - it sounds so cliché, you were well aware of that, but there was no point in lying to yourself, no eyes ever got you like those brown eyes of his. So you did what he asked you to - while you were handing him the bottle someone in the crowded kitchen, a very drunk guy you never saw before at this time (by now the same guy, Yugyeom, was a close friend of yours) managed to bump so hard against Jaebeom while dancing that it made him fall right on top of you. He froze for a second, looking down on you, his eyes not daring to wander down to where he spilled all the whiskey on your shirt.

“I think we should have dinner first.”, you said laughing, trying to get him off you so you could stand up and clean your cleavage.

He immediately relaxed when he heard your corny joke, happy you were not mad, and let out a small laugh too, “I’m truly sorry.”, he was taking you to the next sink, looking for a cloth he could give you.

Looking back at this memory now, you wondered if Jaebeom sometimes wished he didn’t meet you just so he could have avoided this disaster. You remember spending the rest of the evening close to him, wanting to know more and more about the mysterious guy that made your heart flutter, he was by far the most interesting person you’ve met in a long time - the two of you seemed to get along in no time, just as if you met years ago. Getting to know Im Jaebeom felt like catching up with an old friend. It started with all of you in a big group, playing some of those terrible games like ‘Never Have I Ever’ and you could feel Jaebum’s gaze on you every time you took a shot - later, as you had a bit too much to drink and felt dizzy, he accompanied you outside, holding your shoulders so you wouldn’t fall on the way out, laughing loudly at your clearly fucked-up state.

“Do you usually get this drunk? Who watches over you if I’m not there?”, you still remember him asking you, his sweet laugh echoing in your head. After sitting outside with him for about two hours of becoming more sober and having conversations about literally anything, stuff like your first pets and Jaebum telling you everything about his friends and how they met, the two of you went inside and danced with each other for another hour, wondering where he learned to move like that and thinking how adorable it was that he had so much fun dancing, almost carefree. Thinking of it now, not a lot of things you connected to Im Jaebeom felt carefree.

As he left he wanted nothing more than to ask for your number - in general, he didn’t want anything as bad as your number in a long time. But he knew that would be a step too far, guilt was already creeping up to him because he talked to you the whole evening without telling you about the girl waiting for him at home, probably worrying because he hadn’t texted her all night. Not that there was something wrong with meeting someone new - it was the simple realization that he didn’t want you to know about her that made him feel like the worst man as he came home to Eunhwa that night, knowing that he didn’t cheat on her but still betrayed her in some weird way. She had been asleep already and Jaebeom looked at her for a moment, hoping to feel something. Something that made him want to stay, something that was not guilt, anger or sadness - but there was nothing. He stayed awake the whole night, fighting tears and mostly himself, which seemed to become routine by now.

Soon after that night, he decided that he needed to clear his mind and find out what he really wants. And he thought he did, he thought that what he wanted was to work on his relationship with Eunhwa - his goal to make not only her but also himself happy again. At least that was his goal until he saw you again, two weeks later, once again at Jackson’s, but this time in a less crowded and more private setting. Jackson invited his closest friends to a bbq at his house - and of course, you were there too, Jaebeom could’ve guessed that. As your eyes met and he saw you flashing him a smile, your eyes excited to see him again, he felt just as helpless, but deep down also relieved, again. It was only you, Jackson’s girlfriend, Jaebum and the other five boys of their group, a nice gathering of funny and lovely people.

“You know each other?”, Mark, another mutual friend you’ve known for quite some time, asked curiously as you hugged Jaebeom.

“Oh, he took amazing care of me at Jackson’s last party.”, you said laughing, happy that he was there too, just as you secretly hoped.

As the night went on you sat beside him, once again giving him all of your attention - you couldn’t stop thinking about him since you last met him, wishing you would’ve asked for his number. Little did you know about Jaebeom’s girlfriend at that time, nor the fact that Jaebeom too couldn’t stop thinking about you, but he did it in secret, trying to avoid seeing your face in the back of his mind every time he closed his eyes.

The unlabeled thing with you and Jaebum slowly evolved within the next weeks, with you still unaware of Eunhwa and Jaebeom still feeling as guilty and excited at the same time as he always did with you.

You found out about his girlfriend at the worst time possible. At another party of Jackson’s, this time you and Jaebeom texted each other before going.

Y/N: ‘You at Jackson’s tonight?’ Jb: ‘Need a ride? Let me pick you up.’

He was flirting with you all the time - through texts, in the car on the way to the party, he got you your favorite drink as soon as you arrived, he complimented your outfit, he was being the perfect gentleman - it seemed to be too good to be true. Later that night you two were outside once again, all alone this time, his hand resting on your waist as he came closer and you knew what was about to happen.

“You keep saying that we’re friends but you look at me for a moment too long for that to be true.”, you said confidently, not knowing the real reason he hesitated back then.

You saw the smirk on his lips and knew that at that moment the handsome boy was feeling the same exact thing as you. Jaebeom knew too by now - he knew he wanted you, he couldn’t stop thinking about you, he tried to fight it but he gave up as his lips moved closer to yours until they finally met and he was almost embarrassed about the feeling this kiss gave him. He hasn’t felt anything that strong in at least two years now, nothing Eunhwa did could compare to this simple but breathtaking kiss. As his hands found your hair he knew he had to break up with her. As his lips wandered down your neck he knew it made no sense to resist you anymore, he was too weak for that. As your hands found him he knew he met you for a reason. As you moved to sit on his lap as he deepened the kiss he knew that he caught some serious feelings for you, too deep to ignore them. And as he was just about to run his hand up your back, pulling you closer to him, making you feel him under you he realized that he couldn’t - he couldn’t lie to Eunhwa and you both.

He broke the kiss, breathless and wanting more, but needing to be serious and honest with you, afraid of destroying everything with you.

“I have a girlfriend.”, he blurted out, knowing there would be no right way to say this. Thinking about that moment now it still gave you a strong and uncomfortable feeling, as if you fell down a high cliff and just never arrived at the bottom, helpless and confused.

You thought you misheard for a second, letting out a chuckle - before realizing what he just said was true. Part of you wanted to slap him across the face, leaving right there. Another part of you wanted to not care, wanted to continue and forget what he just said. Yet another part was dissappointed in him, you thought you knew him - he didn’t seem to be a bad guy. But the biggest part of you wanted an explanation more than anything.

He closed his eyes in frustration for a second and let out a deep sigh before looking into your eyes, the pain in it hurt him more than the fact that he just cheated on his girlfriend, “I’m so sorry.”, he said, still holding you close to him on his lap, hoping you’d stay right there, “Not only for lying to you but also for doing this to her.”

You nodded slowly, not knowing how to handle the situation, “Why are you doing this to her then? I’m asking because I’ve seen the way you look at me.”, you gulped as you felt his thumb drawing small circles on your back.

Jaebeom looked concerned, looking for the right words to express his thoughts - he felt like you should know them all. “Her name is Eunhwa. I know her since my teen years, we’ve been dating for six years and I loved her so much.”, you noticed the use of past tense and it felt like a sword in your stomach, but you didn’t want to interrupt him, “I haven’t been happy with her in a long time but I’m too afraid to break up with her. She deserves someone who is excited to see her after a long day and cheers her up when she’s sad instead of how cold I have been treating her.”, you saw tears building up in his eyes but you still wanted to hear the rest he had to say, so you stayed quiet, trying to grab at least one clear thought.

“I didn’t know how to end things after everything we’ve been through. Nothing I do seems to be fair towards her and sitting here with you is by far the worst thing I could’ve done to her.”, he said, not meeting your eyes anymore, not even knowing what he was trying to say, he just said whatever came to his mind.

By now your voice was only a whisper, you didn’t feel offended at all, more hurt. “You still didn’t answer my question though.”, you said, turning your head towards his so he was forced to look at you for a second, hoping it would calm him down a bit. “Why did you flirt with me, texted me, even kissed me?”

He was surprised that you were even having this conversation with him when you could have just left him right there, “Since I saw you at Jackson’s the first time I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I tried to stop myself from thinking of you, looking at your pictures or even text you but I couldn’t.”, he confessed and you were, somehow, not surprised at all. You felt the same way about him since the beginning and you always got the same vibe from him. The thought of his girlfriend sitting at home, probably wondering where they went wrong made you sick, like you needed to vomit. You never wanted to be that woman, ever. Guilt and panic rushed over you but you couldn’t bring yourself to regret kissing him.

“I desperately want to take you out for dinner and slow dance with you”, Jaebeom suddenly interrupted your thoughts, making you look at him, “I also want to grip your hair as I watch you writhing underneath me.”, the way he said it so casually send a thousand emotions through your body, as if you didn’t feel enough already, “I want to try being with you, getting to know you better, take you out and introduce you to the friends you haven’t met yet.”

“But you can’t.”, you said, knowing where this conversation was going while you got up from his lap and sat down next beside him again, “You have a girlfriend.”, you said, more to yourself than to him, realizing what it really meant. He shouldn’t say those things to you and you shouldn’t feel these things for him.

“I don’t love her anymore.”, he said, a bit surprised himself because he never admitted it before, not even to himself, “I’m hooked on you, (y/n).”

“Will you stay with me tonight?”, you asked him, not knowing what was going on with you or why you asked that, despite feeling bad and guilty.

Ever since then Jaebeom and you met in secret, texted each other lovely messages in secret, fell in love in secret. Those memories leave you breathless as they all appear in your mind at once as you saw Jaebum standing in your door. It’s been three months since you met each other, which is nothing compared to the time he knows Eunhwa for.

You looked at his beautiful face, waiting for him to say something but nothing came out of his mouth, his eyes were still glued to the ground. Slowly the tension was killing you.

“Jaebeom.”, was all you could say at that moment but it was enough for him to finally look up from his feet and into your eyes. As soon as your eyes met you saw them filling up with tears. “What happened?”, you asked quietly, your voice cracking.

Unable to answer you he rushed into hugging you, pressing you close to his body, one arm fully wrapped around your waist as the other was holding your head, pressing it against his chest. “I told her now.”, he said, his mouth very close to your ear, his voice just as small and quiet as yours before, “I just did.”

You immediately remembered last Friday as he said it - he was at your house, coming straight to you after work like usually, telling Eunhwa he had to work late, and not leaving until midnight. Your relationship with him was more than an affair by now, more than just sex. He talked to you about everything, held you close to him at all times, holding your hand, cooking for you - it was delusional of you to say it was almost perfect, considering the fact that you couldn’t be together. That night, after a steamy shower session you both were cuddled under a blanket in your bed, his head resting on his hand as he studied your face and his thumb was caressing your cheek. “You make me feel so safe.”, he said, looking deep into your eyes.

No question, you loved hearing him say those things but you felt uncomfortable after such a long time of secretly being with each other. Risking it all, you decided to confront him. “I think you need to tell me the truth about how you feel towards me.”, you said, sitting up a bit.

His eyes still were locked with yours as he slowly nodded, “I think it’s about time too, (y/n). I’m absolutely and foolishly in love with you.”, he said, feeling nervous, hoping you’d feel the same way even though it was quite obvious, for what reason would you put up with him otherwise? - he continued, “It has been pretty clear to me from the start. I didn’t expect things to go this way at all, you know that. What about you?”

“Tell Eunhwa, Jaebeom. I think it’s time you talk.”

He sighed, knowing you were right. In the last month, he had barely seen Eunhwa, nor talked to her. “I just don’t know how.”

“Don’t lie to her. Tell her about how you did her wrong, that you met somebody new and that she needs to move on and find someone better, someone, that can give her what she deserves.”

After the talk that night you hadn’t heard from him in over a week. Of course, you decided to give him time and rethink everything, he always felt very sorry towards Eunhwa. After a few days, you thought about calling him but decided you shouldn’t. You weren’t in the position to. He never meant to hurt no one but for a second you wondered if he would really leave her for you or if he didn’t call because he decided he couldn’t.

So, as he just told you, that he broke up with Eunhwa you felt terrible, you know it wasn’t really your fault they broke up - in his heart Jaebeom was long gone, but in the end, you still were the homewrecker.

The two of you just stood there for a while, embracing each other. Every now and then you heard Jaebeom sniffing, he was definitely crying. It wasn’t the first time he was crying in front of you since he often felt troubled in this situation.

A few minutes later you found yourself in your kitchen, making Jaebeom a tea to call him down a bit. He was sitting on your kitchen table, watching your every move until you sat down beside him, placing two cups in front of you. His hand immediately found yours, squeezing it tightly. Even though his eyes were swollen from crying he seemed to be slowly relaxing, by now he unclenched his jaw and relaxed his eyebrows stopped flinching.

“How do you feel?”, he asked you, bring your linked hands up to kiss the back of your hand.

You scoffed a bit, “You’re concerned about how I feel? How do you feel, Jaebeom?”, it was funny to you that he still was worried about you even though he clearly was the miserable one right now.

“I just want you to feel good.”, he said sincerely, looking into your eyes and giving you a small smile before sniffing once again.

“How did she react?”, you asked what concerned you the most.

Now Jaebum let out the desperate chuckle, shaking his head a bit, “Terrible.”, he shrugged his shoulders, not knowing what else to say, “We both cried a lot like you probably already guessed. But that really doesn’t matter now, baby.”

Like a high school girl you felt yourself blushing at the baby, he never called you that before. “God, I hate that. Please don’t do that.”, you said laughing.

He immediately joined your laughter, his face lighting up a tiny bit, making you feel all tingly again, this time in a good way though.

“Oh. I’m sorry to tell you,” he said and paused for a second as he pushed you closer to you, his lips finding your forehead, “From now on I’ll not hold back anymore.”

Within seconds you and Jaebeom were kissing each other deep and passionate and through it all you could feel a smile on his face. As he picked you up to carry you to the bedroom he stopped every now and then to talk to you.

“It feels so good to kiss you like this.”, he said first before immediately kissing you again, giving you no time to answer.

A few seconds later he was giving your nose a kiss, “Let’s go to a restaurant tomorrow, I can’t wait to take you out properly.”

As he let you down onto your bed he looked so satisfied and happy, his kisses became soft and slow as he kissed down your neck and towards your cleavage.

“(Y/N). I love you.”, he said for the first time, looking up at you, “I always knew. But I am so, so, so relieved and lucky I can finally say it out loud. I’ll never leave this bed again.”

You let out a laugh as your hand run through his hair, “I won’t let you leave again.”

#jaebeom #got7 #im jaebum #jaebeom imagine #jaebeom scenario #jaebeom angst #im jaebeom #jaebum au #jaebum fluff #kpop

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evermoire · 4 years ago

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it’s miserable and magical | pack.

kira counted it as just her luck that she’d lost her brother not five minutes after showing up to the party.

she stood with her back pressed flush against the wall, one arm wrapped around her midriff while the opposite hand balanced a cup of something that looked a little too expensive and tasteful for a high school party. another fleeting glance around for her brother reminded her that this wasn’t just high school; glenn was here and so were some others who looked like they could be in college. kira ducked her head at the thought, cheeks flushed. she was such a loser. glenn was probably off somewhere making friends with everyone, enjoying every moment here, while she couldn’t even look at anyone her age. she was s––

“not a partier?”

her head snapped up a little too fast, resulting in a very humiliating crash with the wall. the girl in front of her at least had the kindness to wince and not laugh. pushing down the reflexive oh my god i just embarrassed myself again bile, kira cautiously peeked up at the girl. she had long brown hair, light enough that it almost looked blonde in this lighting, with bright green eyes. her outfit consisted of a pair of slightly baggy jeans, rolled up at the bottom, and a red skin-tight henley that looked personally cut into a crop top. with her clunky boots and tied-up hair, it was a rugged look that worked for her. she was, kira thought with horror, unfairly pretty.

catching kira’s shy gaze, the girl ducked her head a bit to catch her eye, lips pulling into a smile. “hi.”

cheeks aflame, kira attempted a smile of her own. “hi. no, this isn’t... i’m here with my brother.”

“me, too!” the girl perked up, offering a hand to kira. “i’m jude.”

“kira,” she said hesitantly, slipping her hand into jude’s. it wasn’t that she had anything anything the girl, it was just that kira hated being touched, just a little, and this was already a little overwhelming and she couldn’t remember why she’d even decided to come–––

jude released her hand smoothly enough that it looked natural, but fast enough that she’d obviously caught onto kira’s discomfort. it did nothing to dim her sunlit smile. “c’mon, kir! lydia’s lake house is blessed with many things, including but not limited to, so many rooms we can hide in.”

kir? she thought, but what came out was, “we–– you don’t have to hide with me.”

leading kira through the crowd, jude threw her a funny look, as if she couldn’t quite make sense of her logic. “of course i do. keeping you comfortable is, like, my whole job! oh, hey, what’s your brother’s name? i bet we can find him!”

after a moment, kira relaxed and shifted a little closer to jude, telling her about glenn. along the way, they passed a group of four, including lydia greene –– the one throwing the party –– a guy who looked a lot like jude who kira knew to be jackson whittemore, his best friend danny mahealani, and the other new girl in school, allison argent. jude waved to the three of them as they passed, naming each of them to kira, but didn’t stop. silently, kira was thankful for that.

as jude passed with her friend, danny’s eyes followed behind her, protective in the way that you had to be with jude, because she trusted without thought. it was how she wound up falling out of so many trees, after all. but the girl following behind her seemed shy, in the same way that lydia was pretentious; she was just as capable of taking care of herself. danny could see in the way she walked, curled in on herself because she preferred to be, not because she had to be.

finally, he pulled his eyes away from them to look back to allison, jackson and lydia. the party was in full swing, the lake house filled to the brim with students from beacon hills high and a few people from the university. beth, maggie and andie had been prompted to invite as many people as they wanted; as far as danny knew, that list had only included a few people, which might’ve explained why both women were nowhere to be seen. but their siblings thrived on their own, with lydia scooping punch into glasses and handing them out. danny didn’t know why she couldn’t use red solo cups, like a normal high schooler, but she insisted that they were undignified, and he wasn’t going to argue with her about it. ( tonight. he’d definitely argue about it later, if only because tradition dictated that he and lydia needed to playfully bicker about something. )

“a,” lydia said, eyes on the door, “is that your cousin?” following lydia’s line of sight, danny laid eyes on a man that was clearly older than most of the people here, with pale skin and brown hair. he looked a little unsure of himself as he walked in, perfectly in step with––– “ugh, daniel! did you invite mccall and stilinski?”

“which mccall?” danny asked innocently, taking a sip from the punch. in his defense, he hadn’t been told not to invite scott and stiles. the party was for all of the lacrosse team, so of course danny had told them to come. and rosita was his friend, so inviting her was a no-brainer, too.

lydia glared, though he knew her issues with scott and stiles only extended to the fact that they sucked at lacrosse. “i hate you,” she said with feeling.

danny grinned. “i’ve made peace with that.”

“do you see your cousin, daryl?” scott asked as the group of four stepped into the party. he, rosita and stiles had run into daryl on the way in. and with how hesitant the guy looked, scott couldn’t help but strike up conversation. even though his life was still fifty shades of insane, danny had invited them to the party. and given how rare it was for them to be invited to a lydia greene party, scott wasn’t going to miss it.

daryl let out a hum, nodding towards allison. “front ‘n center.” he had a southern accent that scott liked; everyone in this town sounded the same, because they’d all grown up here. it was rare that anyone sounded different, aside from lisps and home-spoken languages. “looks like she’s havin’ fun. no point in botherin’ her.”

scott shrugged, stepping out of the way so someone else –– he distantly recognized her as michonne deaton –– could step past him, heading outside. “i mean... should we go say hello?” scott hadn’t met the new transfer yet. she sat behind him in one of his classes, but with everything going on, the most he’d managed to do was hand her a pen that he shouldn’t have known she needed. aside from that, this was the golden trio’s party. was it rude to not say hi?

#gen. : ❛ pack !#par. : ❛ pack paras !#evt. : ❛ pack events !#tit. : ❛ it’s miserable and magical !#scn. : ❛ lydia's party !

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reviewingshittynetflixshows · 5 years ago

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Outer Banks - review

first of all, don’t get ya panties in a twist. no, i don’t think outer banks is a shitty show. at least not at first sight.

so first let’s begin with the vibes, more formally known as the setting. I think the setting is what makes this show so successful. it definitely passed vibe check. the ocean, the hot and sticky air, with just a light breeze and the freedom the main characters have, remind us all of that one summer, we’d give everything to relive. It was that feeling of complete freedom and it felt like what being a teenager should feel like. So just the world these characters live in captures our attention.

now, is the show realistic? No. But that’s not why we watch shows either. we watch shows to escape our trivial every-day-lives. The producers/writers clearly tried to make it at least a lil realistic. Like the fact that Kies parents at least try to keep her safe and do ground her sometimes. But other than that they could try to make it at least a bit more realistic. Liiiiike the scene where John D chases a fkn plane that is building up speed to take off, with is goddamn van, that would probably break down if it took a turn that was a lil too sharp. They were acting like john d was Jason Bourne or some shit. There were some scenes that were a lil too mission impossible (that is MY OPINION, blink).

Okay now to the characters. Let’s be real we’ve seen about a thousand variations of each of these characters. John B is Percy Jackson, Harry Potter and every other main character with a stick up his ass and a hero-complex. Maybe with a hint of humor. I said HINT. So verdict: BORING.

But no one watches shows for the main characters. Side characters carry always carry the show. So here comes Kiara. I can’t lie she isn’t the most interesting character either. She is the Hermione, smart, reliable, responsible, confident but still adventurous along with a strong sense of justice. Plus most likely lesbian, which could be a really interesting story line. If the writers would have put more effort into her character she could have been really interesting. She is still a very likable and adorable character. Verdict: Victim of poor writing.

Now on to the one everyone has been waiting for. JJ. originally JJ is introduced to us as comic relief. The Ron of the group, but farther on we get to know him better, which makes him the best character of the show. The writers finally decided to give a someone some fkn depth. His of course tragic past and constant struggle make us feel for him. The way he acts around his friends makes perfect sense. I think we can all relate to being the funny friend around our friends to make sure no one notices how we really feel. Also his character motivation makes sense. He doesn’t have any family or anything to loose so he doesn’t have a sense of caution and he will do everything and anything for his friends because they are his whole world and he wants to be something to someone. By the way this man is definitely gay no fkn question about it and has a FAT crush on Pope. The love, care, dedication, affection he shows for that man is ridiculous. ( for all the jiara shippers y’all have absolutely no foot to stand all y’all just think they would look cute together, cus y’all are straight, blind and are not used to reading into gay subtext.) Verdict: gay and well written for a teen show.

And lastly on to my favorite character with absolutely no competition. The one and only Pope. Pope is easily the most realistic character and least overused character-stencil. He has ambitions as well as a strong feeling to be loyal to his friends. he is constantly torn between doing what’s right for him or being true to his roots. Pope is the most likable character, smart, loyal, caring, respectful, dad of the group and absolutely adorable with his passions and interests. his innocent crush on Kiara shows who he really is. Pope is one character I was really rooting for throughout the whole show. I just really wanted him to do well in that fkn interview and not get arrested. I could see him in the future noticing that he may be bi lol. anyway verdict: a solid character, likable and deserves more screen time next season.

overall their friendship works really well together. They all have great chemistry as actors i think. the relations between the characters make sense. their friendship is adorable and made me smile throughout the whole season. one thing I would like to point out is that, the humor fits very well to the group, the jokes aren’t visible planned or too thought out. the jokes seem very natural and are delivered well as well. Which makes everything more believable. even just some tiny exchanges or interactions show the lovely friendship so well and makes everyone wish they were part of the friendship

storyline:

did it make sense? more or less tbh. I mean for a lost treasure they did alright. there were some plotholes. like the fact that sarah would rather die that live without a person she met 2 days ago. they could of built up rafe as a threat throughout the whole season, he was introduced kinda late. the whole police search thing was maddddd unrealistic.

What should happen next season:

jj should notice, that he has a fat fucking crush on Pope and question his sexuality.

kiara should tell pope that she doesn’t like him like that and that she only kissed him cause she was so lost and needed some kind of stability.

Sarah should start to push John B away, because of her commitment issues, while they are in the Bahamas. That would be an interesting story line to see haw they deal with that.

rafe and berry should date looool, no or maybe. idk the should focus more on rafe, because he has a really interesting motivation and character.

and thats that, final score 7/10

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operation omega - mission brief (i)

summary: years after the avengers dismantle HYDRA, the group remerges more dangerous than ever. their modus operandi? infiltrating foreign governments, stealing and reproducing their weapons, and selling them to terrorist groups. when the us government approaches the avengers for help on a secret operation with a secret asset, they are reluctant to agree. it isn’t until their quinjet almost gets shot down in the middle of nowhere when the understand that omega means business.

pairing: bucky barnes x SEAL!reader

words: 2.8k

warnings: swearing (if that’s even a warning), mentions of violence/terrorist organizations

a/n: i binged tom clancy’s jack ryan and thought of this so

taglist: add yourself here!

OPERATION OMEGA MASTERLIST

“Tony, what did I say about calling unnecessary meetings?”

Resident genius-billionaire-playboy-philanthropist rolled his eyes as the Steve who is just barging into the conference room, Bucky following closely behind. Seated in the all-glass conference room are the rest of the Avengers all in different stages of boredom with Tony standing at the head of the table, arms crossed across his pressed dress shirt.

Still sweaty from his run with Steve, Bucky lets out a heavy breath. The pair of super soldiers decided to go for an early morning run out of Midtown towards Central Park, but their run was cut short with an urgent message from Tony:

Tony Stark: Code Red. Conference room. ASAP.

After reading those five words, the two sprinted back to the compound, adrenaline high as the cool, seven AM New York air nips at their face. Adrenaline pumped through their system, thinking of every possible bad thing that could’ve happened—another Ultron, a bomb threat, a robbery, a kidnapping—but upon their arrival, all they saw were their teammates in pajamas or workout gear gathered around the conference room table, sipping their coffees and watching Tony Stark pace relentlessly.

“Not unnecessary. And not a meeting,” he retorts.

“Then what the hell is going on Tony? We all agreed the Code Reds are serious,” Steve bites back, irritated by his attitude so early in the morning. Steve bites the inside of his cheek as a sign of slight regret for yelling at his teammate unnecessarily hoping that Bucky doesn’t notice, but he does.

Tony rolls his eyes once again before pulling out his cellphone—one of the fancy prototypes Stark is working on with a transparent screen and that’s compatible with the building’s hologram projection systems. With a flick of his finger, the glass walls all around them are filled with mission briefs, reports, and photos and videos of military-styled soldiers dressed in all black gear and the signature red octopus on their arm shooting at innocent people and blowing up villages.

The later immediately catches everyone’s attention.

“What the hell is this…” Natasha whispers, looking around the room with furrowed eyes.

“This is a mission briefing,” Tony says, almost too quietly. Bucky notices how his cocky façade immediately falls as soon as the rest of the team notices how serious the situation is becoming.

Bucky can feel his heart beat faster and his hands become sweatier. Out of instinct, the gears in his metal arms begin to whir and recalibrate, a sign that Bucky is ready to fight. Instead, he says, “HYDRA is back.”

Steve’s and Tony’s eyes dart towards him. Bucky was never one to be vocal during mission briefings. It was a habit from his army days: listen in silence, only ask questions for clarification, and execute without making any assumptions. Bucky was even surprised by his own voice, but his subconscious knew that the re-emergence of HYDRA was bad.

“We defeated HYDRA,” Sam spoke up, not taking his eyes off a particular video of HYDRA soldiers taking innocent villagers captive, “And don’t you dare give me that bullshit about cutting of its head and two more taking its place. There’s no way they could recover from what we through at them.”

“Sam’s right, Tony. And this isn’t HYDRA’s MO,” Steve adds on. “This is…different.”

“Evolved…” Bucky mumbles. He hears Steve sigh beside him.

“Barnes is right,” Tony says, calling the attention of everyone in the room. “HYDRA is evolved. Their new MO: infiltrating government agencies, stealing their nuclear weapons designs, manufacturing it themselves, then selling it to corrupt governments, militias, and terrorist groups.”

“So, they want to create chaos. Again,” Wanda states in slight horror. Bucky shifts his gaze to look at her and sees the fear inside her eyes. He’s also sure that the same fear is probably in his as well. Bucky and Wanda became unlikely friends after his joining of the Avengers. Both scarred with very public failures involving the killing of innocent people as well as their past history with HYDRA, they found a quiet solace with each other.

Wanda gives him a look, one that tells him that she’s reading his mind; it was their own silent way of communicating. Bucky simply thought, we’re going to beat them. We’re not gonna let them hurt us. We’re stronger than that. Bucky studied Wanda’s face—the creases in her forehead softened as she felt comforted by his thought, but Bucky could tell that Wanda didn’t fully believe him yet.

“How do you know all this Tony?” Steve sighs, running a hand across his face in frustration.

“Got a message from our good old friend Secretary Ross,” Tony stated with a slight grimace.

The room shifted uncomfortably while Bucky heard Steve let out a, “Jesus, Tony.”

“I thought we were done with Sokovia. We’re out,” Bruce mumbled.

“I’m with Banner on this one. After what happened with Zemo, I say we presented a pretty good fucking argument as to why we need to be independent,” Clint sighed.

“Technically, we aren’t working for Ross. He actually came to ask us for help…covertly.”

A beat.

Natasha set her coffee mug down with a thud. “Well don’t be a dick, tell us what the hell you’re talking about.”

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Y/N’s alarm goes off at 5:00 AM.

After fifteen minutes of stretching, she’s in an all-black running ensemble and she’s out the door of her room by 5:15 AM.

By 5:25 AM, she’s made her way through the dark halls of the compound, her black running shoes making little sound on the concrete floors. She’s finishing up a single banana, a glass of pre-workout, and a handful of granola.

By 5:30 AM, she’s out the large, steel compound door and running through the trail in the woods.

The cold air and the damp forest ground doesn’t bother her as much it used to. When she started this tradition of 5:30 AM runs, she usually needed to listen to music or a podcast to distract her from the less than ideal weather. But now, she finds the sound of her breath, her heartbeat, the sound of this wind against the trees, and the sound of her shoes hitting the forest floor similar to meditation. By 6:00 AM, she’s reached the stream. When the compound was first being built, the Commander Clark insisted the best gym and training equipment inside. But Captain Y/N Y/L/N and the rest of the crew insisted outdoor training area as well. It was comforting for all the ex-military to have some alone time outside.

The compromise they came up with was building an expansive, underground bunker in the middle of nowhere, using nature as a form of natural defence.

The bunker was built in the side of a mountain, surrounded by trees, trees, and even more trees. Slightly downhill form the bunker was a small clearing, large enough to land helicopters and vertical-takeoff jets, but not big enough to look suspicious. Even then, the cover of large trees and the mountains in the tiny valley made the landing area impossible to find, unless you were really looking.

Uphill from the bunker was where the lake was. Y/N finds it funny that the rest of her team calls it a lake; it’s really a large pond that collects water runoff from the waterfall further up the mountain. The pond, however, does create a well-sized stream from the water runoff the weaves its way down the mountain.

Her running trail ends at a waterfall. Covered by the foliage, the beams of sunlight hit part of the decently sized rock formation where the tiny waterfall from the stream launches from.

Y/N lets out a single breath before she begins to scale the rock formations. She’s done it a thousand times; without really paying attention to what she’s doing, her hands automatically jam themselves in the correct crevices and her feat avoid all the slippery ledges from the water as she free-solos the wall.

When she reaches the top, she sits on her usual ledge and lets her feet dangle over the side of the wall. From the top of the formation, all she can really see are leaves and the stream falling off the edge of the formation, but if she positions herself just right, she can see past the tree line and down the mountain below.

At 6:08 AM, she feels her phone buzz. She pulls the device out from her sweater pocket and reads a message from her Lieutenant:

Lieu. Jackson Daniels: Clark is on secured line 1 for you

Y/N furrows her eyes and glances at the time. It’s 6:09 AM now, she normally doesn’t get mission briefs until seven in the morning. She quickly types back:

Capt. Y/N Y/L/N: did he way what he wanted?

Lieu. Jackson Daniels: No. Said it was an order from DC

Y/N sighed and rubbed her face. She wasn’t at all surprised; it’s been months since Omega has been deployed. The last time, it was a reconnaissance mission for the Germans on behalf of the World Security Council. At the time, no one really questioned why the world’s most elite and secretive military team was being sent on a simple reconnaissance mission, but she had a feeling it would come back to bite her in the ass. She picks up a jagged rock from beside her and adds another tally to the hundreds of other tallies on the rock beside her thigh, one to mark every time she completed this run. She sent a quick message back to her Lieutenant:

Capt. Y/N Y/L/N: omw. be back in 15

Lieu. Jackson Daniels: I’ll meet u in the command room

At 6:11 AM, Y/N quickly scales down the rock formation and sprints her way back to the compound. The run back is mostly downhill, so she gets there by 6:26 AM.

At 6:30 AM, with a water bottle clutched in one hand and another wiping the sweat off her forehead, Captain Y/N Y/L/N walking into the command room.

This early in the morning, not many people are in the room. Out of the six members on her team, only one of them—Lieutenant Jackson Daniels…yes, like the whiskey—is in there. Much similar to her, Jack is in all-black workout attire, but instead of in a gym, he’s doing push-ups on the floor beside her command station.

“After living here for five years Jack, I’d think you’d know where the gym was,” she mumbles, walking around his figure on the floor and taking a seat in front of her command station. She always felt quite cool sitting up here. With monitors to her left and right and a screen tabletop, the elevated seat overlooks the five other control stations below her. She presses her hand on the tabletop, and the biometric scan unlocks the entire system, lighting up the room.

“You know I’d be there if it didn’t take you so long to get here,” Jack says as he pushes himself off the floor. He reaches over to take a swig of Y/N’s water but she slaps his arm away. He snorts before walking out of the room, presumably to find water of his own.

The icon on the corner of Y/N’s tabletop indicates a pending call on the secured line, so she taps on it, broadcasting the face of her commander on the wall across from her. The collage of other surveillance videos and maps disappears and is replaced with a ginormous live video feed of Commander Clark’s face.

“This is Omega. Captain Y/L/N speaking, sir,” she says, straightening her back in her chair. She hopes the redness in her face has gone down from her run.

“At ease, Y/N,” Commander Dickson Clark says, and Y/N lets her shoulders fall slightly and gives a nod to the commander in charge of connecting her team to the international allies that know of the existence of the secretive and illusive Omega Team. “What took you so long?” he adds on, amusement laced in his words, “I’ve been waiting for nearly half an hour.”

She offers him a smirk, “As much as I enjoy sprinting through the forest to be at your beck and call, our mission briefs are usually at oh-seven hundred hours, sir.”

“Desperate times call for desperate measures,” Clark says, amusement fading from his voice. “I sent you a briefing packet, I’d appreciate if you took a look at it now and we’ll discuss logistics.”

Y/N nods, opening the file Commander Clark sent to her. Every screen in the room then rearranges to a collage of files, maps, photos, and videos. The largest one is beside Clark’s face on the big screen; drone footage of soldiers in all-black gear loading crates of equipment from an American military base to a jet with a distinctive symbol on it.

“HYDRA,” Y/N whispers, her eyes widening in shock as she scrolls through dozens of photos and videos. “Sir, if I’m not mistaken, the Avengers dismantled HYDRA. They need to be stupid to be stealing from foreign governments to rebuild themselves. Why put an even larger target on their back?”

“Remember the intel mission you went on a couple months back? The BND confirmed it yesterday evening; HYDRA is infiltrating allied governments, stealing nuclear weapons and weapons plans, manufacturing it themselves, and selling it to the allies’ biggest threat,” Clark explained.

“Fucking hell, Clark. What do you want us to do?” Y/N mumbled. Her eyes were glued to a particular video of a little girl being ripped away from her family in a small village by HYDRA soldiers.

“Take down HYDRA.”

Y/N’s mouth drops, “Sir?!”

“We have intel about where HYDRA is manufacturing their weapons. The brief goes more in depth, but your mission is to use the weapons factory as a lead, find intel about who the head of HYDRA is and information of the moles in allied governments, and then the World Security Council will take it from there,” Clark stated. Y/N’s brain is going a hundred miles a minute, but she manages to fabricate another question.

“What’s the World Security Council gonna do with the intel on the moles?”

Clark sighed, “That one’s a little above my paygrade.”

Y/N purses her lips and looks around at the photos and videos around from her. Omega was used to covertly taking out terrorist leaders, gathering intel from the most hostile places in the world, and rescuing hostages from near impossible situations, yet no one knew about the existence of this team aside from the international leaders of the allied forces who used Omega as an asset. Omega bore no flag, rather it was the collective weapon of the allied countries. And most importantly, Omega worked best out of the limelight.

Y/N knew that a high-level mission like this would expose her and her team.

“With all due respect, sir, this mission is a little above our paygrade. Actually, it’s way above our paygrade. We know nothing about HYDRA and we have no experience with them. This is an extremely high-level mission and even the slightest screw up puts me and my team in the spotlight. Sir, I think the last thing the World Security Council needs is for Omega, a secretive, international military group that operates in places they do not have jurisdiction in from orders of the allies, to be known by the public,” Y/N rants. She runs a hand across her face and looks to Clark with eyes of worry.

Clark sighs before leaning a little closer, “Look, I don’t like this anymore than you do. But I’m not going to lie to you, we need this done secretly. Foreign military forces can’t do anything because it’s almost guaranteed that it’s going to get out somehow. And besides, we don’t know who’s a mole and who’s not. As soon as this information gets in the wrong hands, every single mole scatters and we’re back to square one.”

“Okay, so you’re using us to be secretive and not attract any attention to the moles inside governments. Fine, I get it. But we’re going to be ridiculously outmatched. You want the six of us to take down an entire terrorist organization with assets inside foreign governments, access to nuclear weapons, and enhanced individuals?” Y/N nearly shouts in exasperation.

She doesn’t hear Jack walk back into the command room, a glass of water in hand. “What the hell…” she hears him mumble beside her.

“It’s a suicide mission, and there’s no way in hell I’m letting my team go in this alone,” Y/N says firmly, jaw clenched at Clark’s face in front of her.

Clark furrows his eyebrows in response, “I never said you were doing this alone.”

Jack, seemingly unaware of the tension in the room and more focused on the intel around him, says, “This is some Avengers-level shit, Y/N…”

At Jack’s words, a small smirk makes its way to his face. Y/N raises an eyebrow at him in confusion before the connection formulates in her mind. Her jaw unhinges and drops as she widens her eyes at Commander Clark.

“Holy fucking shit.”

TWO: AV-616

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aion-rsa · 4 years ago

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The 21 Best Christmas Horror Movies

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Technicolor lights are about to illuminate every other home in the neighborhood; carolers are marching through the streets; even that old tree in Rockefeller is shining brightly.

For some folks, that’s enough to make you want to grab an axe. But don’t do that. Watch demented men dressed as Santa Claus or a demon Krampus indulge your Anti-Christmas sentiments with maximum gore. Indeed, this list isn’t about the most charming, heartwarming, or schmaltzy Christmas viewing traditions. Nah, this is about the 20 grossest, nastiest, and all around most fun Christmas horror movies. The kind where the greatest gift you’re going to get on Christmas morning is escaping with your life and maybe some psychological triggers whenever you see jolly men in red suits.

Yep, these are the very best Christmas horror movies. Ho. Freaking. Ho.

Anna and the Apocalypse (2017)

Almost certainly one of the sweetest, most positive, and upbeat Christmas movies on the list is this wonderful feel good musical romance from director John McPhail, which also happens to be a zombie movie. It follows a group of friends in a small Scottish town who are just about to finish school and are making plans for the future when a zombie outbreak lands.

Incredibly catchy tunes which take inspiration from Buffy musical episode Once More With Feeling, mix with inventive festive kills – zombie snowman decapitation is a highlight – in a way that manages not to tonally jar. It’s mostly thanks to the super-likeable performances of the young cast, headed up by Ella Hunt, and the teenage troubles, romances, and heartbreak which form the backdrop of the movie. Paul Kaye also pops up as the school’s tyrannical headmaster – his musical numbers aren’t the best but he brings cartoon villain energy to an unusual but rather adorable Christmas horror that’s way better than you might expect.

– Rosie Fletcher

Better Watch Out (2016)

Home Alone is surely one of the most popular and iconic Christmas movies of all time, though it is not, of course, a horror. However, if it was, it would look something like Better Watch Out, a slick reinvention of the home invasion sub-genre. Olivia DeJonge plays babysitter Ashley, who attempts to protect her charge, 12-year-old Luke (Levi Miller), when they are threatened by intruders in his home. But all is not as it seems.

DeJonge and Miller spar beautifully in a movie which plays with gender and coming of age tropes and includes handfuls of gruesome set pieces, while Ed Oxenbould brings comic relief. This is clever, funny and gruesome stuff from director Chris Peckover which might not become a new Christmas tradition but should definitely be watched at least once.

– Rosie Fletcher

Black Christmas (1974)

Getting stabbed by a unicorn head to the tune of carolers singing “Silent Night” is probably not how you want to spend Christmas Eve. This pre-Scream holiday slasher claims its victims in a sorority house haunted by creepy phone calls (sans ghost mask), demonic noises, bodies eerily shrouded in plastic wrap, and one perverse killer whose voice alone is enough to freeze your blood.

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When an unidentified caller keeps harassing your entire sorority house with obscene things you can only half-understand (because he sounds like a deranged Donald Duck that laughs like the Joker), you should run even if it is 10 degrees outside. The blizzard of murders keeps raging with one victim dragged screaming by a hook, and another bludgeoned to death. Never mind the one suffocated by plastic wrap and left next to the window like the vacant face of a doll staring out into the night. You’ll hardly sleep in heavenly peace after this one.

– Elizabeth Rayne

Christmas Evil (aka You Better Watch Out) (1980)

In his one and only film as writer/director, Lewis Jackson crafted a smart and clever black comedy that’s more character study than straight horror film. John Waters insists it’s a comedy about a closeted transvestite (of a sort), but it’s much more than that—it’s the Taxi Driver of Yuletide shockers. Brandon Maggart plays a man who takes Christmas way too seriously. His home is filled with bright holiday decorations all year-round while Christmas carols are playing on the stereo. Santa is his role model, a symbol of all that is good and just in the world. He even works at a toy factory.

He so identifies with Santa, he takes to spying on the neighbor kids, keeping his own carefully annotated naughty and nice lists. But when he recognizes the level of cynicism and hypocrisy among his co-workers, bosses, and the people around town as the most joyous time of the year approaches, well, he goes a little funny in the head. He reaches for the suit and beard and axe, determined to reward the good and punish the evil.

Maggart has since tried to desperately distance himself from the film, but he gives a remarkable performance here as a completely isolated figure with a head swimming with both joy and rage. In the end, the film remains king of the sub-subgenre. Screw It’s a Wonderful Life and Rudolph. Apart from Blast of Silence and Invasion U.S.A., Christmas Evil is the only holiday film I watch annually.

– Jim Knipfel

A Christmas Horror Story (2015)

Admittedly, a number of horror-based Christmas movie have gone with the anthology angle for their storytelling. Hell, this isn’t even the only anthology film on this list. A Christmas Horror Story may not be on a lot of people’s radar, but it’s a worthy installment that goes to some unusual places purely because both the Christmas and anthology playgrounds have gotten so bloated at this point. This film also benefits from being executed by a cabal of directors who are responsible for directing some of the best horror movies to come out of Canada in passing years, such as Splice, the Black Christmas remake, and the Ginger Snaps trilogy.

A Christmas Horror Story deliciously uses a radio DJ (William Shatner) as the connective tissue that holds together the four stories that comprise the film. Parables on ghost possession, clone doppelgangers, Krampus, and zombie elves all get their due here. The film also has a pretty inspired ending that actually casts the picture in a whole new light. It’s got Santa Claus fighting Krampus. What’s not to like?

– Daniel Kurland

Dead of Night (1945)

Never play hide and go seek in a house where someone was murdered. While it might be best known for Michael Redgrave’s night-terror-inducing ventriloquist dummy scene that sparked the phobia of possessed puppets, Dead of Night also invites you to a Christmas party with a spectral guest. Spacecase Sally’s genuine terror at realizing what she thinks she saw is what she really saw will forever have you second-guessing shadows creeping in the cold.

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What is obvious in this scene—encroaching darkness and shadows looming over what a place you know is haunted without ever having to hear the big reveal—is hardly as chilling as what is not so obvious until the truth silently materializes. The ghost of the little boy plays hide-and-seek with the other children as if warm blood courses through his veins. Unlike many stereotypical see-through phantoms of the era, this one doesn’t have that telltale translucence which would set off a chorus of screams. Being almost disturbingly normal is exactly what makes him so terrifying.

– Elizabeth Rayne

Eyes Wide Shut (1999)

Eyes Wide Shut was the non-denominational star at the top of Stanley Kubrick’s Christmas tree. Originally conceived as a Woody Allen vehicle, it almost starred Steve Martin after Allen insisted on reading the script from right to left. It is as much a cautionary tale as Dickens’ A Christmas Carol, bringing the whole family together with a different Christmas tree in almost every frame.

Kubrick pours on the cheer from the opening sequence at the Christmas party where the first gifts are unwrapped, and oh boy are they unwrapped. Bill Harford, played by Tom Cruise, dives right into the muffled spirit of giving after he performs a more than charitable deed for the party’s host, played by Sydney Pollack.

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Harford spends most of the film looking for the perfect gift like a slow motion version of Jingle All the Way, rushing around from New York City’s famous toy repository FAO Schwartz to downtown specialty shops, to the suburbs, where he can find collectors’ editions. Cruise pays Harford like a wooden windup toy, and not a particularly cute one, either. In spite of all the colorful lights and trips above and below the rainbow, Harford just can’t get into the Christmas spirit. He’s not even moved by the uplifting seasonal tunings of “I Want a Boy for Christmas” by the Del-Vettes. He recovers his seasonal facilities while humming along to the chant during the climactic illuminati sex party, though! The song is actually “Here Comes Santa Claus” sung backwards in Latin, adding more menace to the proceedings than Silas Barnaby brought to Toyland in The March of the Wooden Soldiers.

– Tony Sokol

Gremlins (1984)

Santa doesn’t exist… unless it’s your father in a red suit who met his untimely end trying to slide down the chimney with a sack of presents before getting stuck. Don’t tell that to the innocent bat-like ears of a harmless (for now) Mogwai. It’s exactly the kind of story you expect to hear while hunkering down in the shadows with a flashlight while a bunch of leathery green things with too many teeth ransack the neighborhood.

And as for Santa? That smell coming from the fireplace weeks later was no dead cat. Worst. Christmas story. Ever.

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This movie should be on every hardcore horror fan’s holiday playlist just for the musical monstrosity of those reptilian things decked out in Santa hats and earmuffs singing “Deck the Halls” at the neighbors’ door, sheet music and all. This is continuing proof that animals have a sixth sense, because her yowling cat senses something off about the voices warbling “Joy to the World” outside. She’s right to have an aversion to Christmas carolers.

– Elizabeth Rayne

Holidays (2015)

There have been so many holiday-themed horror films at this point—reaching Christmas and going far, far beyond that—so why not make an anthology film that takes that idea to the extreme? Holidays hits the expected staples such as Christmas, Halloween, and Valentine’s Day, but part of the fun here is how holidays with lesser expectations like Easter or St. Patrick’s Day deliver some truly horrifying content (seriously, the St. Patrick’s Day segment is disturbing, bonkers chaos).

The Christmas segment comes courtesy of Scott Stewart (Legion) and has Seth Green trying to survive the holiday as he attempts to get his son the perfect gift. Stewart’s installment feels very reminiscent of a Black Mirror episode with virtual reality, consumerism, and the dangers of mob mentality all playing their part here.

A lot of these anthology films also try to bank off of the name recognition and notoriety of the assembled directors, but Holidays proudly features a collection of mostly fresh faces (although Kevin Smith and Starry Eye’s Kevin Kolsch contribute segments). It’s fun to discover a bunch of new blossoming talents here.

– Daniel Kurland

Jack Frost (1997)

This ain’t the cringeworthy father/son bonding vehicle starring Michael Keaton. No, this is the Jack Frost where the killer snowman’s nose functions as both a killing tool and a device to sexually assault his victims. All square? But hey, at the least the film isn’t afraid to ride its ridiculous premise as hard as possible.

First of all, an actual killer named Jack Frost crashes into a truck of “genetics material” that causes him to transform into this cold abomination in the first place. That sets the tone pretty nicely for the abundant murders, sex, and plot holes that plague the town of Snowmonton (yup). It’s hard to believe that this film got made, with all of the visuals being some real spectacles that you don’t typically see in the horror genre.

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Jack Frost is the perfect Christmas horror film to shut your brain off and watch, or the title that you should be selecting right in the middle of your deep eggnog haze. It’s utter nonsense, but it knows that it is and has tons of fun with itself. We need more talented individuals trying to tap into the killer snowman subgenre. There’s still a true classic waiting to come to life here.

– Daniel Kurland

Krampus (2015)

Morbidly funny in its anti-holiday sarcasm and ridiculous demons, Krampus is like a mashup of the Griswolds, the Grinch, and every mythical beast that has ever been rumored to devour children on the naughty list. You’d rather get coal in your stocking than a killer jack-in-the-box jump scare… or find chilling hoof prints in the snow that are definitely not from Rudolph.

Krampus is one Yuletide monster actually worse than the Grinch. The grisly inspiration for this tale is a Germanic one about a hairy, horned, and cloven-hooved demon who stuffs naughty children in his sack and either beats them with a wooden switch or eats them (depending on who you ask). Also, his heart won’t grow three sizes from gorging on human flesh, either.

This version of Krampus is also hungry for anyone who’s lost their holiday spirit—whether or not you otherwise qualify for the nice list. Watch this with the lights off for the full effect of the power outage that works to the creature’s advantage as he goes hunting for holiday nonbelievers. Kids, don’t scorn Santa or Krampus will come to collect you.

– Elizabeth Rayne

The Nightmare Before Christmas (1993)

There are some of us who know this movie verbatim and to the point where we will shamelessly break out singing “This is Halloween” and raise Jack’s quasi-Shakespearean monologue from the dead even in the middle of July. Or keep warning people that tragedy’s at hand. Or correct anyone who says there are 365 days until next Halloween by growling “364!” The stop-motion animation saga of the talking skeleton turned “Sandy Claws” bewitched an entire generation of ‘90s kids.

Even people who hate Halloween will stare with delight and awe when Jack’s skull bursts out of a snowdrift, and he first puts colored lights in his eye sockets and explores every “what’s this?” in Christmas Town like a spook in a coffin shop. You just can’t help but love the adventurous skeleton, even if he does end up making haunted houses out of people’s living rooms on Christmas Eve. Whether you’d rather be making Christmas with strangely somber carols, reanimated reindeer or toys that bite back, it’s now an officially unofficial holiday classic.

– Elizabeth Rayne

P2 (2007)

On the sillier end of the Christmas horror spectrum comes P2, a film named after a section in a parking lot, starring Wes Bentley and Rachel Nichols. She’s a business woman trapped in a multi-story parking garage on Christmas Eve, he’s the insane Security Guard who’s obsessed with her and really wants her to try his festive eggnog, so to speak.

Camp and gory, this is the directorial debut of Franck Khalfoun who would follow it up with a remake of Maniac. The movie was co-written by Alexandre Aja who made one of the greatest cat-and-mousers ever in Switchblade Romance. The set up is formulaic, perhaps, but the game performances and relentlessness of the action makes this worthwhile. And if that’s not enough check out a deranged Bentley dressed as Santa, for the angel on the top of the Christmas tree.

– Rosie Fletcher

Rare Exports (2010)

There couldn’t possibly be a more sinister place to search for Santa’s ancient burial mound than in the frigid depths of Lapland. It’s the same supposedly enchanted place Dick van Dyke hiked to in the search for Santa in an ‘80s musical Christmas special, except this time you won’t find him in a cozy cottage with stockings hung by the chimney with care. You won’t find the guy in red from the mall, but anything that takes a disembodied pig’s head as bait couldn’t possibly be jingle-belling on a sleigh with eight tiny reindeer, especially when he seems to have a ravenous appetite for said reindeer.

This time, “the spirit of the season” is literally the most malicious Christmas spirit that has ever terrorized the Yuletide. Even if you watch the whole thing in Finnish and don’t understand a word except the screaming, the ghost of the child in you that really did believe there was a guy in the North Pole will be forever traumatized. This glaze-eyed zombie incarnation of Mr. Claus doesn’t laugh like a bowl full of jelly. You better watch out, indeed.

– Elizabeth Rayne

Santa Claws (1996)

You do have to wonder what happened to John Russo along the line. 30 years after co-writing Night of the Living Dead, he came up with this decidedly sleazy but sadly unoriginal wonderment, which was much more focused on boobs than Yuletide butchery. In what by that point had become a battered cliché of the Slasher Santa subgenre, a young boy named Wayne (Grant Kramer) sees his mom having sex with a man wearing a Santa hat (!), and so murders them both. I’m not exactly sure how this transference would work in Freudian terms, but when he gets older, he a) becomes obsessed with a low-budget scream queen named Raven (played by low-budget scream queen Debbie Rochon) and b) decides he’s Santa.

As you might imagine, stalking someone when you’re wearing a Santa suit is no mean feat, but Wayne gives it his best shot. Most of the film, however, focuses on Raven and her extended family as she gets undressed a lot and wonders not only why that creep in the Santa suit keeps showing up everywhere, but why everyone around her keeps dying in a particularly bloody fashion. It can feel like there are two films going on here, a by-the-numbers stalker/slasher movie and a holiday horror film, which leaves me thinking Russo had one of them in mind, but after some eight-year-old smarty-pants came up with that clever “Santa Claws” pun, well, he just had to run with it.

– Jim Knipfel

Santa’s Slay (2005)

Christmas can sure scare the Dickens out of people. Hence why you can’t not watch a holiday horror flick in which Santa is the Antichrist, sentenced to 1,000 years of delivering gifts after losing a curling match with an angel, and played by former pro wrestler Bill “Who’s Next?” Goldberg.

As the only son of Satan (you know what they say about rearranging the letters in that name) whose grim legend is immortalized in the Book of Claus, he can now at last spread Christmas fear with weapons, karate kicks, hand grenades, exploding presents, and his own perverse idea of what “Ho ho ho” should really mean. Them’s the breaks once the bet’s terms are done.

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Santa’s methods of murder are fiendishly festive—to say the least. There is no naughty or nice list when it comes to an insatiable appetite for violence. He even knocks out poseurs in red suits and drives a sleigh with a rocket engine like it’s the Batmobile. Mall Santas everywhere are shaking in their pleather boots.

– Elizabeth Rayne

Silent Night, Deadly Night (1984)

Naughty children get punished with more than just a stocking full of coal in this Christmas chiller. Just the opening scene with all those empty-eyed animatronic toys haunting a window display after-hours should tell you that this is not a movie that’s going to end in visions of sugarplums. Forget that it’s supposed to be the season of all things magical. Those things can be more terrifying than every single plastic skeleton and gaping zombie mask you’ll ever see in a haunted house around Halloween.

You’d better watch out for that psycho in the red suit who grabs a hatchet off the wall as if it was his bag full of toys and packs an automatic pistol in his fur-lined pocket, murdering misbehaving kids he’s been watching undercover of shadow. This sadistic Santa clearly doesn’t believe in sliding down chimneys—and the only red he’s interested in wearing is the blood of innocents. If that won’t convince you to stay awake because he sees you when you’re sleeping, you must be Freddie Krueger.

– Elizabeth Rayne

Silent Night, Deadly Night Part 2 (1987)

Three years after the shit-storm sparked by the original’s ad campaign, some smart cookie decided a sequel was necessary. A tough call there, given most all the principals were killed off pretty thoroughly the first time around, but still, right?

But there was money to be made, so they brought in an untested director (Lee Harry), a mostly untested crew, and a cast of mostly non-professional actors. After a half-dozen writers took a swipe at the script, they came up with a confounding but tepid rehash of the first film. This time around, and mostly in flashback, we learn that after the first killer Santa was sloppily dispatched at the end of Part 1, his brother Ricky becomes determined to uncover what went wrong.

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He pays a visit to the sadistic Mother Superior at the Catholic asylum where his brother had been kept, and before you can say “ho ho ho,” Ricky ends up donning the red and white suit himself to do a little rampaging, though without nearly half of his brother’s imagination. They even used the same fucking poster design, just slapped a “2” on it. I guess hoping they might raise the same sort of ruckus the first one had. Sadly, it was too late for that.

– Jim Knipfel

Sint (2010)

Dutch director Dick Maas took some early steps toward Krampus territory with his re-imagining of the legend of the warm-hearted Saint Nick. Borrowing heavily from earlier Italian, Spanish, and American horror films, as well as Danish folklore, “Sinterklaas” here was actually a bloodthirsty medieval murderer and all around brute who oversaw a savage reign of terror. Finally fed up with all his nonsense, the ornery local villagers banded together on the night of Dec. 5 and lynched him. As per tradition, however, in the moments before he died Sinterklaas vowed vengeance from beyond the grave, promising to return every 32 years on that very night to do bad and icky things to the villagers’ descendants.

Over the centuries, the story was mainstreamed and soft-pedaled, becoming part of the local folklore. The character of Saint Nick became much more benevolent and child-friendly so as not to scare the wee folk. Then, well, wouldn’t you know it? That anniversary creeps around again, Sinterklaas is true to his word, and Amsterdam turns all bloody, leaving it up to an intrepid teenager named Frank to put a stop to the mayhem.

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A stylish, wicked, and hugely entertaining take on the darker history of a beloved legend. It was also the top grossing film in Denmark in 2010, which either says something about the Danish film industry or the Dutch themselves.

– Jim Knipfel

Tales From the Crypt: And All Through the House (1972)

The Crypt Keeper first emerged as a ghoulish EC Comics horror host in the pages of Tales From the Crypt who crawled onto the big screen in this horror anthology, welcoming unknowing tourists to his catacombs with bony arms open. What the tourists don’t know is that they’re all recently deceased. The invite is to a subterranean story-time in which he unearths the gruesome details of their deaths with a gap-toothed grin. Creatures are obviously stirring when killer wife Joanne is stalked by a homicidal Santa in this warped homage to ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas titled (appropriately enough) “… And All Through the House.”

So it is that “O Come All Ye Faithful” is interrupted while playing on the radio by a scratchy warning of a homicidal maniac run amok. And wouldn’t you just know it, this occurs right as Joan Collins is offing her husband with a shot to the head—and then realizes she has to dismember the body before cashing in on his life insurance. Her blissfully naïve daughter lets the killer jolly old elf in, shrieking that Santa finally came before he erupts into psychopathic rage. Clement C. Moore must be turning in his grave.

– Elizabeth Rayne

The Wolf of Snow Hollow

Certainly less purely Christmas-y than other entries on this list, The Wolf of Snow Hollow is nonetheless a wintry delight set during the holiday season. Carols play ominously in the background during key moments, and the immaculately snowy white setting of Snow Hollow, Utah is broken only by splashes of color from lights on homes and Christmas trees. Oh yes, and the blood of the titular werewolf’s victims.

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Jim Cummings’ film is heavy on cozy, ski town holiday atmosphere without leaning on its actual Christmastime setting at all. But good werewolf movies are a rare breed indeed these days, and a werewolf movie set at Christmas? Well…now you know what to watch when the moon is full each December

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Got any other suggestions for Christmas horror movies that we missed? Let us know in the comments!

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20 facts of ONEW

1. Nicknamed “tofu”. “Pure tofu”, “ondubu”, they all refer to him. Uses the introduction “I am only~you~ Onew” taught to him by Leeteuk and at times, switches to “Hello, my name is Michael Jackson(sincerely)!”

2. Feels shy about presenting himself to people, and because of it, he did not dare to participate in auditions. When he was a trainee, everyone else seems to be improving everyday, while he seems to be staying stagnant and not improving, that to him is the saddest period of his life up till now.

3. When performing on stage for the first time, he could not see anything in front of him, and even forgot the lyrics before going up on stage. But he thought of his parents who were sitting in front of the stage, he thought “Yes, I must look for them”, and thus calmed down gradually.

4. The Leader who commits the most mistakes during practices; the Leader who feels respoonsible for the group and solves problem, the Leader who will just zone out from time to time, the Leader who still stays strong despite sporting swollen, red eyes under the glaring lights, the Leader who cries in the car secretly after getting injured.

5. “Rather than saying that I use certain methods to make the sunbaes like me, I am just working hard to be respectful.” It is this thought that accompanies the 90 degree bow everytime.

6. Infamous NG King. “You just cannot not NG can’t you!” (KEY)

7. “Honestly, amongst all of the SHINee members, in the terms of looks, physique, expression…and everything is charismatic and the only phrase to describe the person is ‘near perfection’, that member is – ME!”

8. Good in studying, was second in the entire school before. To him, it’s nothing to be very proud of, because everyone has their own strengths that is irreplaceable by others, isn’t it more important to discover that strength and make use of it?

9. Because he got curious after hearing that “if there is something heavy on your chest, your thoughts will become heavy too, and you will experience illusions”, so he went went to sleep hugging a box, hoping to enter a land of illusions but nothing happened…

10. Looks gentle and quiet, but is very ambitious at attempting to be humourous, is always very enthusiastic about trying various methods to hype up the atmosphere behind the scenes. Also possesses the ability to freeze the atmosphere with whatever he says, but there are just once or twice a year when people do feel that he is funny.

11. 'What should you do if you are a victim of the SHINee poison?’ “ …Go to the hospital for cure! (innocently, seriously)

12. Can be quite blur at times. "Our album will be released in May (firmly) …. It’s already August now?! ….Oh then it should be in September…Ah (manager glares at him) No no, it’s in August, end of August…”

13. His idea type is something who has character, good personality, is responsible, knows how to cook, looks good in appearance, the hands must be especially pretty, and the most important aspect – it must be a noona!

14. If met with unbearable situations, changes mindset from “I have to do ____ before its fine?” to “It’s just doing _____ then it will be alright” and it will work. Be it heaven or hell, what matters is how you view it.

15. Tied his hair with the filigree(the golden strip thing) used to package bread, that was when he was really young, and had really long hair…

16. Strong at adapting, when dressing up as a girl for the first time, he felt fascinated and awkward, but after awhile he was able to start dancing sexy dances. If he does changes into a girl? He would probably date Key. Unique, strong personality, very interesting, just like his cup of tea.

17. Does not hide his worry about the possibility of him commiting mistakes because he is does not feel capable of it. “Can I do it well?”, “Will it be safe?”, “Will I get into trouble?”, whatever comes to mind he will voice it out, and after that, will feel more daring to continue on.

18. Suffers from the “Floudering about” syndrome, will sink into a state of baffling nervousness whenever he does not know how to answer something. When it comes to handling the direction of a conversation, it will be fine if he is not nevous, but once he ends up panicking, he will want to shout “umma”.

19. Will wake up early to make roast meat for Taemin, but sleep is also very important, must have a good sleep, eat well and abstain from unhealthy snacks – how else to maintain such a good complexion?

20. The most memorable present. the most treasured present, the happiest present received: Everyone’s love. How about using this year’s Newcomer Award to repay that? That is a precious gift that can only received once in a lifetime, want to receive it, and then…Hehe, not telling you! …Did I say that?…Eh….

Matters needing attention: Onew condition: Turning quiet suddenly, not talking to anyone, just sitting there in a daze; committing mistakes in most unlikely and unexpected situations, it is fine that others are baffled and fascinated by it but the main thing is that he does not even know why, muddles up from time to time, for details refer to point 12 above. If any of the above mentioned is committed, it is termed the “Onew condition”.

The X catalyst: Forcefully trying to bring him back into the reality world; questions why he commits such a baffling mistake; and reasoning with him.

The O catalyst: Wait for him to return to earth; laugh along with him. If he falls or trips, silently observe if he is trying to conceal his pain and divert other’s attention from his injury with his smile; take what he says as the final say, do not take it too seriously, since most of the time he commits blunders on what everyone else already know, even if he does not correct it, you will already know the right answer…

20 facts of TAEMIN

1. Must never forget to smile.

2. Carries a bag containing a lot of sweets around, all with a SHINee logo attached on it. Will give out these sweets whenever he sees noonas.

3. Has been said by many that he is good at aegyo, but will in actualy face, use half aegyo and half forcing to get what he wants, for example, mumbles “I want to be a director too” constantly while using his butt to push others.

4. Has been said that he is cute too many times, but “does not want others to say that I am cute”.

5. When first debuted, is used to blinking a lot when speaking, it is a lot better now, but somehow it has become a hot topic after Key umma has imitated it.

6. Will run around the practise room with a bottle/packet of milk in his mouth, spends a lot of time in the waiting room studying and rushing his holiday assignments and preparing for exams.

7. Being on stage is something to be enjoyed, and dance is the what makes him derives the most joy from. The title is just to attraction people to watch, you should only believe in what you see.

8. His dancing ability has been widely recognised, but do you know that his rap is pretty MAN too? Go listen to “Love should go on”.

9.Do not think that he is a child with a huge generation gap between the two of you, he idolises “MJ” and also likes to imitate Seo Taiji – “I don’t know anything!”

10. “I really don’t know anything!” (catchphrase)

11. Can transform an ardent swordsman into a kawaii youth, and can change the action of pulling out a sword to just raising a fire torch.

12. “When I first saw Taemin, I thought he was really pretty. At that time there was a trainee noona in front of him, and Taemin was even prettier than her.” (EUNHYUK)

13. Does not feel that he has a talent that can matches up to Onew, but if he were to do it(Onew’s talent)…he can do it too!

14. A very obedient child, even if he is asked to sit on someone’s lap, or getting hugged or being lifted up on someone’s shoulder, he does not object. He’s so young that the sunbaes find it hard to see him as a rising artiste who is catching up with them, but he is beginning to present a star’s disposition.

15. Knows how to play, and will play. A finger and a camera. that’s his best friend.

16. “Hyung, do you know what is love?” (to the rest of members)

17. “If I am a girl, I will choose to date Minho, because he is Flaming Charisma!”

18. “In the show, Yunhanam, the person who is the best at making a girl happy is Taemin.” (KEY) But he is still at a stage when he is more enthusiastic of dogs than girls.

19. If there is true love involved, how can age be limiting, isn’t there a guy who married a really old grandmother?

20. Has the care and concern of the hyungs, the love and care of the noonas, it’s really nice. If only he can see his family more…Hyung, saranghae…

Matters needing attention: Competitve: You can treat him as a exclusive young man but in front of him, you better see him as a man at heart.

The X catalyst: “Taemin ah, you go and do _____ k – You are the youngest!”

The O catalyst: Chant silently “He is a man! Do not be charmed by his smile! Do not be fooled by his baby face!” Hypnosis, the effect is threefold.

20 facts about MINHO

1. “Hello everyone, I am SHINee’s Flaming Charisma Minho. I have to talk for more than a minute? What can I say? One minute is too long!”

2. “Minho looks like a main character of a manga” (ONEW) “He is a living existence of selfishness!” (KEY) “When I first saw him, I thought "Ah! So handsome! Especially the eyes!” (JONGHYUN)

3. Has no concept about money, no concept about taking care of his health, has no concept about maintaining handsome or not – Why waste so much energy thinking about this kind of things?

4. If he were to pick the most handsome pose, it would be just to stand there properly. What he is most confident of: not blinking for 3 minutes!

5. “I will buy our album this time too, and keep it as a personal collection.”

6. Feels happiest when he is on stage singing and dancing, really. When singing, he will persevere on to the very end, and when singing, he will imeerse himself into the song until the last note ends. If it is not his song, it is even easier for him to get involved, like “Rokkugo”.

7. An inquisitve baby, is curious about everything. If he doesn’t do anything then it is fine, but if he goes about doing something, he must do it to his best capacity, a perfectionist.

8. Does not talk usually, but hopes that the members can become closer amongst each other, to become “forever SHINee”.

9. “The album is really manly and wild, Minho!” “They said we are manly and wild…(looks at other members) Is that good?”

10. His ideal type just need to be of an average height, must definitely be kind at heart, have long hair, wears dresses frequently – Ah, will just secretly laugh when thinking about it.

11. When singing “Love like oxygen”, he thinks of his fantasy girl (embarassed)

12. Sits upright and listens attentively on screen, but plays crazily off screen, occassionally will trip over the stairs and will turn back and glare at the stairs.

13. “Honestly, if I am a girl, the member from SHINee that I will definitely date is Taemin.”

14. Is good at doing everything, and is able to understand and analzye matters effectively – in reality, he is very aware if the people around him are comfortable or not – except when he is the camera PD: he still does not understand how to make the people in the scene stand properly.

15. “I have never seen a ghost, but I would like to see one.”

16. According to Taemin, Minho’s sleeping pyjamas is the cutest, but what is the pattern then? Flowers and grass? Animals? Hearts? It is unanswered.

17. “It shall be it then.” (catchphrase)

18. Does not have a personal talent. Does playing soccer counts? I am good at playing soccer, do you want to have a match someday?

19. Does not want to be hypocritical, refuses to be half hearted and insincere, if very straightforward in personality.

20. It’s not that he cannot be crazy, it’s not that he cannot lead, it’s not that he is not attracted to girls, you just to get hold of the that one single point that makes him interested and wait for him to give you a suprise.

Matters needing attention: Fretting: The most boring part about him is when he is bored, but when the most exciting thing is when he starts to fret. If all his frettings show themselves, then this world would be very much interesting.

The X catalyst: Uses a lot of effort to try to extend the topic and directing the atmoshpere.

The O catalsyst: Bring a puppy to him and wait for him to say stuff like “It’s so cute, looking at it makes me feel happy”, when that happens, he will naturally talk more.

20 fact about JONGHYUN

1. Has been said that the first line of “Love like oxygen” sounds like Michael Jackson’s style. “It does sound like it a bit.”, he admits it himself, but Usher is still irreplaceble, definitely!

2. “Bling Bling Jonghyun”, does it sound weird? He uses it all the time, be it during messaging or talking, he uses it. Because he loves R&B and Hip-hop too much, he wishes that he can shine forever (like bling bling). If you want it difficult to call that, “Hey Bling” can be used, thats what the members call him.

3. Will tend to talk at a really fast speed when he gets nervous, but because he talks a lot usually, nobody ever notices that habit of his.

4. There is no shortcut to acheiving perfection, just hard work and more hard work, if he is unable to take it, he will hide in the toilet for a cry, and then continue to work even harder during practice.

5. Has a lot of charisma on stage, but is very endearing and fun to be with off stage, before debut, he chats with Taemin everyday when returning home, is the member who is the most unanimous with his relaxation and lifestyle.

6. “If I meet an alien, I will definitely be scared at first, but after awhile when I get to know it, I will consider how to send it back home.”

7. Regardless of anything, no matter how many times he had performed on stage, whenever he hears his own song he will still get exceptionally excited, will lipsynch along, dance along, fidget around in his seat, even when he chokes on water he will still remain engrossed.

8. A very lively student in high school, able to digest English and Korean songs very well. Formed a band, composed music during that time, believes that if you truly like something, it is not difficult to persevere on.

9. Understands the importance of heath, so does not eat stuff like instant noodles even when he is very hungry. To practise on an empty stomach is definitely tough, but in comparison, won’t it feel really good to finally eat a full meal during breakfast? – After tolerating for so long, it’s finally time to enjoy.

10. Is not scared of the camera at all, a 180 degree display or 360 degree all show? Just state it.

11. Feels that he is a good hyung, and a good dongseng to the members, if not for the fact that they always interrupt him which makes him flares up at them shouting “Keep quiet!” at times, his image is pretty perfect.

12. Makes total and absolute preparation for everything, will even stay up overnight without sleep to prepare. If his progress does not meet his own expectations, he will feel restless and a little short tempered.

13. Likes girls who seek novelty at times, is willing to accept the age gap of up to 6 years…What about 7 years?….8 years?

14. Why cover up if you make a mistake, just admit it truthfully won’t it be good?

15. Taemin is very good, but too young. If he were to become a girl, it will be better to let Key be his boyfriend, setting aside the good personality, Key is very honest, which fits his view in life, refer to point 14.

16. Has a lot of notices, will show off to his members after returning to the dorm. Will also miss his members whom he don’t know what they are doing while he is at certain shows/programs, if there is a chance, he will like to bring all his members along.

17. The only secret to maintaining a good complexion despite a very hectic schedule is to simply maintain a positive mindset. 18. Is very proficient in the guitar, bass and piano.

19. Wakes up the earliest in the dorm, will wake up Key after he is done with washing up, Key will then wake Onew up, then Taemin and lastly, Minho – “I am the one who wakes up the earliest! I am most confident about it!”

20. “How do I wash the rice? Why doesn’t Key umma know?! …So you have to wash it like this, Taemin? Wow!”

Matters needing attention: Rebellious: A common puberty failing, it’s a phase that all teenagers will experience.

The X catalyst: Commanding orders, such as “You want me to do this?”, “You have to settle this.”

The O catalyst: Be more natural at it, as long as you don’t make him feel suppressed, he will always come to you, and is willing to endure hardship gladly.

20 facts about KEY

1. Will go to the CD shop and ask, “Where are the SHINee CDs? Are they selling well?” Cares about his welfare in outlook in life.

2. “Right from when we are trainees till now, the one who sings really well, dances superbly, gets angry only when it is an occasion to be angry about, makes people feel that "this guy is really amazing!”, that person is Key.“ (JONGHYUN)

3. Has a love-hate relationship with horror movies and horror stories, he yearns for them but he is also scared of them, he likes them but he also dislikes them. He lost his composure/image in the cinema many times because of that, he is only able to rent horror movies/dramas to watch at home to continue scaring himself.

4. "I don’t want a fantasy romance like those in the movies, I look towards a realistic and truthful relationship.” Honest, straighforward and open minded girls are OK, but girls who are soft on the outside but really fierce on the insides are a NO. Must have an opinion, not be too girly, and must like to freely express what she likes.

5. In terms of dressing up as girls, Taemin is the most suitable, but the prettiest is still the one who is looking into the mirror (ie. Key), if he really wants to do it, even a true woman will not be able to match up to him. (Proudly)

6. Is confident that he can be a gourmet chef, nobody can escape his dumplings trap.

7. “To be an idol, it’s not enough to just put in effort in the front appearance, your back appearance is important too.”

8. Good at saying honeyed words, but hearing lines like “Are you hurt? I am hurting too.” makes him burst out in laughter.

9. “If I were to become Yunhanam’s director, the viewing rates ought to be able to rise.” (smug)

10. His personal talent is imitating a robotic character from a cartoon show, the classic line being “Woah! Money! With money anything can be done!!”

11. Good at preparing, good at analyzing, belongs to the kind who is able to work out a plan from scratch with just a single detail.

12. “You cannot avoid me, you must look at me in the eyes.”

13. It’s his nature to take care of people? At first he was just Taemin’s umma, after that his nagging extends to include all of the members, and now it is becoming that he nags at whoever he sees.

14. Still nagging. Because he has been too naggy, Taemin really wants to change his umma now…

15. Become a girl? Then he would date all the other members once and see how it is. Does not know how it is like when they are in front of a girl, he is really curious about it.

16. “The person who is able to meet an ET who has come to earth and not feel scared but instead in able to converse naturally with it is Key…Even if he is left on an abadoned island, he will still be able to find a way to survive.” (JONGHYUN)

17. As long as he is being sincerely asked to do something, he will do it no matter how unwilling he is, even if he does not like to do it.

18. Sentimental and sensitive, even if it just a piece of paper from someone who he cares about, he will take really good care of it.

19. The group’s No.1 in fashion. Red, white, blue, it is normal for him to carry off these colours which are easy to carry off, but for colours like pink and grass green which are more difficult to pull off, he is still able to do it.

20. “I hope that this album can receive a lot of love from everyone, and, if only our friends all know SHINee’s songs, they only know 'Noona is so pretty’ …”

Matters needing attention: Height phobia: Will feeling giddy, disgusted, off balanced when standing on high grounds, feels very dangerous if he is suspended in midair.

The X catalyst: Rollercoaster or bungee jump or water slide…

The O catalyst: Standing with both foot on the ground.

Translations by atlantis-x @ soompi/shineee.net / re-post from (x)(x)(Both links are broken now but they led to SHINee’s thread on the old Soompi forums)

#year:2008 #article origin:china #era:llo #interview #cool magazine #group interview #shinee #shinee interview

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jksangelic · 6 years ago

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more than friends | two (m)

↳ rating: M

↳ genre: smut, dramatic baby angst, lots-o-fluff, roommate!jungkook,

↳ pairing: reader x jungkook

↳ warnings: very light sexual harassment from tae, a pinch of violence (chill out, jungkook), fingering, unprotected sex, stretch kink (is that the correct term lol), honestly it’s really romantic sexy times but… jungkook is still a cocky bastard. i probably threw a daddy kink back in there at some point.

↳ summary: a couple weeks since “the incident”, you and jungkook attend hoseok’s opening night to his new club, a very infamous face appearing amongst the crowd and causing some issues along the way.

↳ note: i still cannot believe how much love “more than friends” received, and per several requests (that are so greatly appreciated), i decided to add a second part. a celebration for 4k notes on part one, if you will! thank you so much for your support and i’m so incredibly excited to write more for you all!

(yes, this is the second time i’ve posted this because my tumblr was being wack. sorry if you’ve already seen this.)

↳ words: 4,954

↳ series: one | two | ?

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The rough of Jungkook’s hand against your tapping leg was always comforting, he thinks. Mapping out every curve of muscle and fat was a transfixing action for him; therapeutic, if he must say. He knew that the situation called for his care, your leg insisting to bob at an incredible pace and hands running through your hair so often that despite your necessity to wash it every damn day, he was positive your roots suffered from greasiness. For once, his touch didn’t simmer your running thoughts. Not tonight, it wouldn’t.

“Hey, baby, why don’t we just tell Hobi that we’ll come some other night? I just… I don’t know if I feel like dealing with all of that yet,” you try, holding his prying hand with both of your own.

Jungkook shakes his head, either that or the vehement shaking of his Jeep throttles it from side-to-side and hell you dreamed of the day he would trade it in. “Not a chance, you’ve been dying to go to this since Hoseok-hyung mentioned it over two weeks ago. Don’t let that bastard stop you from doing something you want to do,” his face sneers once again at the thought of Taehyung, “I’ll be there, anyway. He won’t get near you. Not if I can help it.”

You try to allow his words to settle in while your stomach does anything but, resorting to picking at the fake tattoos trailing up your right arm, one arrow-stricken heart with the thick lettering of “mom” in the middle looking more like a mangled scab. “Don’t pick at those,” Kook scolds, “I spent a whole dollar at the Dollar Store for them.”

When you arrive at the long awaited Soul, the parking lot is filled with Hoseok’s many guests. It was a very big night for him, opening his own nightclub in the heart of downtown as he always dreamed. You wouldn’t miss his special day for the world, yet, the prospect of seeing Taehyung (damn Hoseok and his socially-adept personality) made you reconsider such a feeling.

After a few minutes of circling the crowded lot, Jungkook comes around to open your door for you, pink crop top making you giggle for the first time in hours. He cocks his head in annoyance, “Is my suffering funny? How do you wear these? I feel so exposed.”

You pick at your nails, purring a, “It’s how I attract all my lovers.” He rolls his eyes in response, only willing to deal with your overflowing conviction when you’re a feast to the eyes.

“Alright, alright. Let’s go in, yeah? You look too hot to not stop by just for a bit. If you feel too shitty, then I’ll take you back home. Deal?” He kisses you tenderly, receiving your yes in muffled lipstick stains to his mouth and hiking your leg to stretch around his waist playfully.

Fake retching sounds in the distance, Jimin popping into your peripheral with a celebratory bottle and a face of utter displeasure, “Are you guys going to come into Hobi’s new place or are you just going to ditch to fuck in his parking lot?” Jungkook growls into your hair, releasing your leg from its warm spot on his hip and moving enough for you to hop out.

“Probably the latter if you weren’t such a cockblocker,” your hostile boyfriend answers beneath his breath.

They continue to bicker even upon entry to Soul, your ears completely tuning out at what a beauty Hoseok really set up. It was a little more upscale than your average nightclub, traditionally dark but vaguely lit by the surreal amount of neon signs adorning the walls; shapes and sentences combining together to create a uniquely charismatic atmosphere. The furniture was ultimately minimalistic to avoid tackiness, the bar large and mostly similar to the rest. It was predominantly one of the best looking clubs you’ve ever stepped foot in, props to Hobi. It distracted from the crowd that awaits below, sudden anxiety gobbling you back up at the sight of so many bodies and knowing one of them was one you’d like to forego ever seeing again.

“Oh my—I get it! You’re each other, right? That’s fucking fantastic,” a voice blares, breaking your trance yet again.

“Hobi! I’m so glad you understand it,” you say with a smile, throwing fake-tattooed arms around his neck in embrace. He takes another good once-over when you release him, sunny cheeks practically glowing in the dark.

“Heavens, you look better as Jungkook than Jungkook does,” Hobi teases, giving Kook a rundown of his own and chuckling at the sight of him in anything other than the color black. “How many handies did she offer to get you in a crop-top? Are those… Are those mom jeans you’re wearing?”

Jungkook grumpily swats at the older’s cheeky hands when it smooths over his toned and very much exposed stomach, “She didn’t offer me any, goddammit. Fuck, why didn’t I think of that?” You roll your eyes in only the smallest amount of amusement.

“What about you, Jung? Now that you own a club, you dress as a pimp?” Jungkook backfires, grabbing a fistful of his white suit and examining it.

“No, you ass. I’m the Korean Michael Jackson,” he explains, showcasing a few haughty steps to the blaring music. How did you even become friends with… this?

“Okay, well, we’re going to go indulge in your new digs. We’ll catch up with you back in a bit,” you giggle. He waves the both of you off, immediately busying himself with the next group that comes in. Jungkook whines to stop by the bar and pile up, though you don’t reject his request in the slightest. Rather, you drink that shit up.

In the midst of spilling drinks and the haze of foul-smelling smoke do you find yourself in the crowd, sprinkling grins here and loud hello’s there, inevitably shrinking into Jungkook’s figure with the more people you mindfully tally up. He doesn’t mind, albeit tugging on your shirt to finally settle in one place of the floor to thoroughly soak up your presence. “We’ll get the rest later. Just warm up and dance already, brat.” You hum and trail your hands under and up his shirt, relishing in the rare occasion (and soon to be discontinued) of your boyfriend in a crop top. He returns the favor, gripping your ass in it’s pitch black latex skirt.

“You should dress like me more often. I love seeing you in black, it’s sexy.”

“I wish you wore pink more. It suits you.”

“Should we just switch the roles entirely?” he jesters, poking at your tattoos like a marveling child.

You smirk, “Should I buy a strap?”

His face drains of all color in an instant, nostrils flaring, “Ok, I’ve had enough of this joke.” Pfft, such fragile masculinity.

And like that, your worries drain as if they never existed. Jungkook made more of an effort than ever before as your friend to make you happy. Of course, altering the boundaries of your relationship from platonic to romantic was the case, but Jungkook was more fragile, now. More caring. More protective. Taehyung would never want to change for you. That realization would never stray from your mind.

The costumes around you sway vividly, wings of fairies wavering, tails of various animals poking one another, characters of an arrangement of current shows testing your knowledge of pop culture. You’re more than enthralled to be here in the warmth of your friends.

“Having fun, babydoll?” Jungkook husks out from behind, fingers digging into your skirt as you haphazardly grind against him. “You’re giving me… issues back here.” You melt in his hold, twirling about so you can face the man of your dreams and kiss him as such.

“You’re so good to me, daddy. Thanks for taking me out tonight,” you purr. His jaw slacks at his name, raking lust-brimmed eyes over your spilling breasts in their matching midnight teddy, innocently tucked away into your skirt as if he didn’t know what it looked like alone. Spoiler: he’s seen it a countless amount of times.

“I know it’s for the sake of great costume, but shit, Y/N. Wearing lingerie in public? I don’t remember verbally stating that I condone this,” he grunts, biting at your neck shamelessly.

“I’m trying to be sweet and you’re focused on my tits,” you harrumph, pulling away from the horndog waste of your boyfriend before he leaves a giant hickey on your collar. “Go make yourself useful and get me another drink! And tuck your boner!” He rolls his eyes but complies, even squatting awkwardly to shift his growing hard-on in those “mom jeans”. You chuckle as you watch him go, undulating mindlessly and overflowing with adoration.

And possibly piss. Most definitely urine.

You slither your way off the dance floor, scoping out all possible restroom areas and settling on the hallway with the humongous neon light that spelled out “toilet” as would for the entrance to heaven. Thanks, Hoseok.

The music zones out with every step down the hall, drunken tittering echoing when it seems to stretch farther and farther like a scene off The Haunted Mansion. A man stumbles out from the restrooms, desperately strangling his belt into submission but failing quite miserably. Laughs bubble, yet again, out from your throat at the sight.

“Is something funny—Oh,” the man smirks, deep voice dragging ice up your back, “Hey, kitten.”

Your face squishes into repugnance, Taehyung roaring at your reaction and swerving closer to your frozen body, “Didn’t miss me so much, huh?”

“I don’t want to talk to you, Tae. Leave me alone.”

“’Tae’? Oh, honey, you can’t avoid me if you tried. Shame, I wish you would’ve at least called me after that whole… ordeal.” Not realizing you cower away from his figure until your shoulders hit the wall, you flinch. In this proximity, you realize Taehyung’s eyes are bloodshot, gorgeously half-lidded and even more entrancing than the last time you saw him. His makeup makes it worse, dark eyeshadow smudged out and fake blood dripping from his full lips; a vampire suited him. Cold, indifferent, ready to suck you up without remorse.

“Taehyung, buzz off. You’re high.”

Trying to attempt your escape, he traps you between his arms, head dipping low to closely probe your own costume and grunting, “You knew I’d be here, huh? You wouldn’t have come if you didn’t want to. So what’s it?” he slurs, “Need some company?”

You push uselessly at his chest, head unfortunately spinning and breathing imitating possibly anything but distress, “Tae, I c-can’t. Let me go, I need to go. I’m sorry,” you pant. His thumb swipes across your cheek, sweet as poison.

“Sorry? Sorry for what, kitten,” his breath sears next to your ear, “Sorry that I caught you fucking your stupid roommate?” His snickers vibrate, guilt resurfacing when it shouldn’t and you should’ve have never come out tonight goddammit.

“J-Jungkook,” you voice, cracking with need and too quiet for even Taehyung to hear. You fist at his shirt, desperately but weakly clawing your way out and wincing away from Kim’s nipping mouth.

All Jungkook sees is Taehyung pressed against you, your whimpers quiet as if it’s trying to keep a secret. All Jungkook hears is that awful, cocky voice growling into your neck with unadulterated lust. All Jungkook feels is red.

Although your eyes blur with frustrated tears, you render that Taehyung must have finally heeded your request when your chest is free of his weight. That is, until you see him on the ground, your enraged boyfriend pelting bloody knuckles into Taehyung’s once-flawless face.

“Jungkook!” you scream, falling onto your knees and tugging on his shirt before he kills him, for all you know. “Jungkook, stop!”

He does, faltering away from your grasps and standing abruptly. Taehyung groans, costume blood indistinguishable from his own, real fluid. Jungkook stares at you with pain etched onto his angular features, rage replacing it soon after.

“You. You weren’t afraid to see him because of what happened. You were afraid to see him because you still love this douchebag, don’t you?” he spits nonsensically. You reach for him, head shaking and stumbling over words of reassurance, but he denies it all.

“What the hell is going on here?” Hoseok yells, rounding the corner and eyes blowing wide at the sight before him. Jungkook scoffs, shoulder-checking his hyung on his way out. Tripping over yourself, you run after him, tears stinging hot down your face and heart racing.

“Jungkook! Jungkook, listen! That’s not what—”

He comes to a complete halt; how you don’t crash right into him, you have no clue. The tired expression he wears when he turns breaks your heart, “I love you, Y/N. I love you. And there’s no room for that shithead over there. I’m the one who cares about you.”

“Jesus, Jungkook! If you would just let me—" you try again, but Jungkook is off once again. Griping at your idiot of a boyfriend’s stubbornness, you watch him leave. You could scream if you weren’t in the middle of public, rage and sorrow and guilt practically flowing out of your pores. Instead, you round yourself back to the hallway to find a wincing Taehyung propped against the wall and a worried Hoseok tending to him.

“Jungkook thought we were canoodling, I guess. So he beat the shit out of him,” you explain, Hoseok jumping at your reappearance. Squatting down next to him, you sigh, “He left.”

“The guy really packs a punch,” Tae admits, wiping for the umpteenth time at his bloody nose, “I think he knocked the high out of me.” You scowl.

“Do you need a ride, Y/N?” Hoseok offers. You felt bad; this was his own event and you ruined it, but you could really use his help so you nod a little reluctantly.

“I’m sorry. Do you mind if you give us a minute?” you ask, nodding to Taehyung. Hobi complies, standing and waiting at the end of the hallway until you need him back.

“Taehyung, I’m sorry things ended the way they did. I should’ve explained myself but I was still kinda confused about… whatever.

“But me and Jungkook are together now. So. If you can kindly fuck off or something.”

“Jesus, Y/N, I know I can be a dick but you could have at least tried to mention that.”

“You make everything difficult, Taehyung. From the day we met,” you accuse, “You were the worst fuck I’ve ever come across.”

He chuckles, looking into your eyes for the first time tonight and looking genuinely apologetic, “You’re not a bad gal, Y/N. I think we could’ve been something good.”

What the hell?

He didn’t get to do this; claim you one second, reject you the next, propose you could’ve been good another. Perhaps you dreamt of this day a long time ago, secretly wishing and hoping and longing for Taehyung to want you the same way that you wanted him.

But all you can think of now is Jungkook. His buck teeth and his horrible omelets and how he recently started sleeping in your bed with you instead of his own. Maybe, for a while, you just accepted the affection Taehyung never thought to give you, as horrible as it sounds. But now, with Taehyung subtly offering, you know for sure it’s just Jungkook.

You love Jungkook.

“Relationships aren’t for you, Tae.”

His smile turns mischievous, “I suppose not.”

Hoseok presses that you aren’t a nuisance all the way home, comfortingly rubbing at your back as you chew on your nails. How unfortunate, coming to his party a wreck and leaving it just the same.

Your goodbyes are short and apologetic; he practically has to nudge you with the hood of his car to enter your apartment complex.

“Hello?” you question softly, shutting the front door with a quiet click and padding through the dim room. For the most part, everything is shut off and you even wonder if Jungkook came home at all. Slinking into the hallway, a quick glimpse to your room reveals he isn’t asleep on your mattress like he normally is, your heart cracking slightly at the revelation. His own door is shut, and you suppose he would sleep in his own room after tonight.

You, on the other hand, don’t even feel a wink of drowsiness.

Jungkook hears the shower shutter through his closed door, using all of the force collected in his body not to step in with you and properly talk about the events that occurred. He doesn’t, because he’s stubborn like that. He doesn’t, because he knows your showers are normally for your personal times of mulling over complications.

And even though he’s furious, his chest warms of admiration.

You wash your tensions down the drain, steam circulating the small bathroom and no doubt fogging the mirror. The valve is verging on the edge of it’s setting, scalding water undoubtedly leaving your skin a punishing red. It’s how you were able to think clearly; your aches and worries literally seared off and paving way for new, clean thoughts.

You knew he would forgive you the minute things are explained, laid out in the open. As quick as a bag of chips can be inhaled, the man would cradle you in his arms again with a lilt of stubborn understanding. But that didn’t calm you as it should. Perhaps, it was yourself that was having a hard time with confrontation. Maybe, at the time, you were still hoping that Taehyung would come for you and never let you go, a longing for a miracle that wasn’t even really that much of a miracle. The lack of, instead, was your epiphany.

And Jungkook was so good. Sure, an asshole, but he was all the things you hoped for in Tae. Even more, he loves you.

Though you realize your feelings for Taehyung have dissipated and rather blossom for Jungkook, the lingering guilt of being able to see Kook, touch him, kiss him, sleep with him is sickening. How could you be so cruel?

You step out of your shower unresolved, and a little queasy. Were you always having existential crisis’ in the bathroom?

Unconsciously, you find yourself in front of Jungkook’s room once again, internally debating what the best course of action would be. Just by turning the knob and inching the door ajar, the scream of it’s hinges makes you want to rip it off completely, already regretting the intrusion. Welp, it’s too late.

Jungkook lays atop his comforter like always, a few joking arguments stemming from the fact that he really doesn’t need blankets when the guy’s a walking heater. “It’s for the aesthetics of a nice room,” he had said, “What kind of mongrel would I be for having a naked bed?”

From your standing, he looks asleep, bare chest rising and falling; up, down, pause, up, down. His thick brows stitched together like he fell asleep angry and you roll your eyes at the thought.

He doesn’t even falter when your weight shifts the bed, sitting on the open spot next to his torso and ghosting your fragile hands over his locks, waiting for him to wake and chew you out. When he continues to purr in his slumber, you pet him gently, hair dark and soft across your fingers.

“I… I’m glad we went tonight,” you whisper, barely even producing enough noise for yourself to catch, “And I’m glad I ran into Taehyung. If it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t have noticed how good you are for me. I’m so thankful to him.”

Breathing.

“And I feel horrible for making you doubt yourself, even if it was unintentional,” your throat heats, pain running down as your voice wobbles, “I wish—I wish I was as good for you as you are for me.

“J-Jungkook,” your tears run freely down your face now, “I love you. I love you, so much. There’s no me without you. I don’t want anyone else—“

You stop there, afraid your pathetic sobs will wake him. Leaning down, you gently bury your face in his hair, kissing him softly and letting the smell of his shampoo tickle your nose. Your love engulfs, fills your bones, makes you so dizzy that it hurts.

A few seconds pass before you remove yourself from him, easing your body off his mattress with precision.

Your world flips, throat so heavy you don’t even try to yelp as you flop onto the other side of his body, his strong arms wrapped around your ribs and holding you tightly against him as your legs drape over his. “Don’t cry, love,” he husks, “God, I’ve been wanting for you to say that for so, so long.”

“Jungkook,” you weep in panic, “Jungkook, nothing happened, I didn’t do anything—”

“I know. I’m sorry, I got a little presumptuous.” He brings his lips to your eyes, kissing the tears away and sprinkling a few more on your cheeks.

Your towel slipped from his attack, breasts peaking under the cloth and inviting Jungkook to travel lower to give them attention as well. His voice is deep enough to rattle you up, cracking slightly when he says, “I just want you to be mine.”

You lace your fingers through his mop once again, massaging his scalp and letting the moment sink in. This is what was needed—a reconciliation of sorts. Through both of your stubborn minds and limbs did neither of you properly close your old path to open a new one for him, did neither of you talk. It was new, exciting, uncharted territory. You had jumped in without really understanding the rules and concepts, but it didn’t matter now. Not when everything now fell into place like a puzzle that was just ignorantly started from the inside out, rather than setting the foundation of each side and corner.

“I am yours. Every little bit of me is yours now. I’m sorry it took me so long to figure it out. You did well,” you praise, smoothing his bangs up and away from his face. His eyes are glossy, enough moisture to collect in his long eyelashes but not enough to stain his cheeks like yours do.

He looks up, finally, slowly closing the distance to rake over your features before he kisses you oh-so softly. It’s the most fragile he’s ever been with you, the most genuine. His lips mold to your movements, his tongue only follows when yours pokes out, he takes as little as possible.

“Jungkook,” you breathe, “you can.”

“Don’t want to ruin anything.”

“It’s not. This is different.”

He flips you to your side, holding you close and enclosing you in the safety of his body. When he surrenders, he dips his fingers between your legs and uses the shower’s dew to stretch you across two of his digits, moving carefully but diligently. The feeling of your bare back to his large chest, for some reason, is more intimate than you normally find his common proximity and it makes you sigh.

The jabbing of his own problem against your ass prompts you to reach behind and grasp him firmly, warming him up without sneaking into his briefs just yet.

“You always feel so good,” he pants, twitching in your grip and propping himself on his elbow so he can nibble on your ear, “here, too.” The arching of his fingers in your heat makes you cry out.

“Are your hands okay?” you question the same second you remember his injuries. He chuckles.

“My knuckles hurt a bit, but I patched them up for the most part. It’s not going to keep me from fingering you, if that’s what you’re wondering,” his voice soothes, a third finger added for reassurance. The stretch is sublime, foregoing your own job and grinding against him as an incompetent apology. Jungkook doesn’t mind it, moving his hips in little circles to stimulate himself even further; rather, he likes it quite a bit.

“Ready?”

You don’t answer, arching your spine instead so Jungkook’s head can easily find your entrance, pushing his way inside without even removing two fingers that remain buried deep in your cunt. He knows you like a little pain with your pleasure, pain that doesn’t remain when the strain subsides and the languid thrusts send shivers up your skin.

“Oh god, Jungkook, that feels—you feel so amazing,” you groan, feeling the stickiness of your juices every time his hips meet the curve of your ass, deep squelches getting louder the longer he repeats the movement, “s-slow, please, keep it slow, baby.”

He lazily rolls into you, each shove perfectly aiming for the bundle of nerves that makes your eyes heavy; using all the strength in your body not to shut your thighs when Kook’s hand, littered with old and new tattoos, stays in its comfortable spot. His digits curl every so often, as if to remind you they’re still there, making you purr in his embrace even more.

The heat of his body emanates, warming you up despite how cold it is outside and in the apartment. As he protects you from the cold so will he from anything else, and it makes your heart stutter.

“Tell me you love me,” he rasps as lovingly as he can into your ear, nothing but pure desire to hear the three words drip from your lips.

“I love you.” You mean it.

“More,” he begs; he doesn’t care if he sounds pathetic.

“I love you, I love you, I love you. Jungkook, Jeon Jungkook, I love you with every fiber of my being,” you hiccup, pawing at his intrusive hand. He removes it hastily, replacing it’s warmth by sticking his fingers to your tongue to lap up.

“I never want to stop hearing you say that,” he admits, pace quickening so that your breasts bounce with each focused push into your walls. You could cum like this, foggy tears blurring his bedroom with how close your orgasm is. It’s cut short when he takes himself out and sits up, pulling you onto your back and slotting himself between your legs.

His hands find support on his headboard while you wrap weak legs around him, one on his thigh and the other on his back as he rocks into you once more.

The tattoos on his chest move whenever he flexes, a sort of mirage entrancing you as he works your pussy to reach the same amount of ecstasy before. It’s the first time you can really look at his face, as well, all images of loving and soft features a complete and utter miscalculation. Even though he makes love to you like no other, he has a face of control in all of its entirety. One of his brows is quirked, his tongue poking his upper lip in focus, his abs constricting then relaxing. He knows only he can make you feel like this, hips cocky as they slap against your skin in unbridled dominance.

His normally doe-eyes glimmer with devilment, “Who can fuck you as good as I do?”

You sigh, “I thought we were being cute.”

“I’m not fucking cute. I’m fucking you,” he growls, ramming into your poor pussy so firmly that the headboard thumpthumpthumps against the wall, no doubt damaging the paint. “Is there anyone better than me?”

“You know there isn’t,” you retort with a squeak.

“I want to hear you say it.”

You moan flagrantly on a particular jab that makes your insides coil and your entire body shuffle up his sheets, three or four seconds too long he snarls a, “Say it!”

“No one’s better than daddy, I promise,” you choke, lamely reaching up for him as if you weren’t already close enough. He obliges, propping his weight on one elbow and smoothing over tears you didn’t know were shed with a thumb. He quenches his thirst with an open-mouth kiss, moans that starts to resemble mine, mine, mine onto your tongue as his hips falter in both fatigue and the aching need to cum. You coo him through it, nipping at his jaw and whispering words of praise when he whines vulnerably. The bratty, stubborn Jungkook was long gone; the sensitive and adoring love of your life resting, quite heavily, atop your chest as he fills you up silently.

“Not so tough, huh, baby?” He grunts unpleasantly.

His body rolls off, head remaining in the crook of your neck, “You just took a shower,” he says. He can’t even open his eyes if he tried, he feels so goddamn tired.

“Yeah, I’ll just wash up tomorrow.”

“Let me clean you,” he pries, forcing his brain to cooperate for two seconds, please. It doesn’t take much strength to keep him in position.

“Relax, Kookie.”

You trace over the ink on his back softly, outlining the lotuses a few times and kneading out the tension in his shoulder blades. The ticking of his wall clock is all that’s left to hear, the Iron Man behind the glass staring at you in an uncomfortable manner. You’d have to get rid of that if you were going to be together.

“Hey,” you start, a sudden idea exciting you. Peering down, Jungkook’s eyes are sealed shut, lips parted only enough to feel his faint breath as he dozes off into a deep slumber. It isn’t fake this time, you know for sure.

Oh well.

You rest your chin against his head and try your best to sleep as well; you suppose you could tell him in the morning.

A/N: hello sweet angel babies! again, thank you for supporting me thus far and i apologize that this isn’t as filthy as the first one. I really wanted to make Jungkook more genuine in this. However, this will be one of those fics where’ll I’ll casually drop in some non-smutty/smutty drabbles every so often!

With that being said, I don’t mind requests for drabbles as well as character asks! Feel free to drop-in whenever.

with love, poppy.

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jovialyouthmusic · 6 years ago

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Secret Rendezvous with Bastien Lykel Crack Fic Challenge

Bastien finds Lady Adelaide somewhat of a challenge, and checks in with his mentor to make a report - and gets a surprise reply.

Word count 3244

A/N No smut as yet, but suggestions are made so No under 18s

2 Challenging behaviour

The following day Madeleine wanted to take a trip into the nearby town to meet a friend, and Bastien accompanied her at a discrete distance. He was secretly glad to be away from the manor and Lady Adelaide’s attention. He couldn’t help feeling a little sorry for her, and couldn’t forget what she had said to him the night before

‘Someone who’s built like you must have a strong sex drive’

Actually she was wrong, or at least at present he hadn’t really had much time for any ‘personal’ time with anyone due to the demands of his job. It hadn’t been long since his last trip to the Greek brothel where he had an arrangement with the Madam and spent a week there every year free of charge helping to train some of the girls in how to accommodate a man of large assets.

He followed Madeleine around from shop to shop and called the limo when she had finished. There was no need for small talk – she was an easy client to look after and he could concentrate on watching for hazards even though she was low risk. One could never be too careful – there was the possibility of her being a target for kidnappers who might hold her to ransom, though it was unlikely as Cordonia was an orderly and law abiding country.

The greatest risk to the wellbeing of the country was dissent against the King. He appeared benevolent on the surface, but Bastien was learning how ruthless he was with anyone who opposed him. Jackson held files on all the nobles listing their vices and scandals to use as leverage. Rumours of dissenting groups were not rife amongst the ordinary citizens, but he now knew that they existed under cover. He was not yet trusted with the less savoury acts of Constantine, the dirty undercurrents of his reign, but he had heard hints of detainment, forced exile and secret executions. As a King’s Guard he was sworn to protect the Monarchy, but he hoped he wouldn’t be called on to undertake tasks he found objectionable. The innocence and idealism of his youth was taking a battering, but he had little choice but to adhere to his job. He just had to make a few mental adjustments to remain loyal to the Crown.

So, this job was easy. It was part of his training to be responsible for protecting a minor noble, and Madeleine was easy to look after. It was her mother who was difficult. She was an attractive woman, older than him of course, but thanks to his trips to the brothel he had learned that age was not a barrier. He had no preference – young or old, it wasn’t important to him, though when he came to think of it, he’d probably not go for anyone much older than Adelaide. The madam of the brothel had been an exception, being a good twenty years older than him, but with skills that obliterated any objections he might have had.

The rest of the day was uneventful. Madeleine begrudgingly took afternoon tea with her mother before retreating to her room to study. Bastien did his rounds again – it was not strictly necessary, just practice for situations that needed a higher level of security. His schedule allowed a good two hour break, and he decided to use the pool, having already made sure that the two ladies would not be using it.

If asked, he would have to say that swimming was his favourite pastime. He preferred swimming in the sea – he had spent years in foster care, and the family he had spent most time with lived on the coast. It cost nothing and he found it always helped to level out his moods. If he was feeling jittery it would calm him, and when he was despondent he found it invigorating, though as he grew older his moods had levelled out with the regularity and structure his job brought him. There was nothing quite like it – the smooth flow over his skin, whether the water was cold or warm, the resistance, the sensation of heaviness and lightness all at once. Diving under the water was peaceful and soothing, the return to the surface rejuvenating. The slow steady rhythm of the actual act of swimming was similar to meditation for him, helping to clear his mind and reset it to help solve problems or get fresh perspectives.

He stripped to his swimshorts by the poolside and neatly folded his clothes on a shelf. Although his taste in clothes was plain and tailored, he always wore patterned trunks, the more garish the batter, which acted somewhat as camouflage and hid the contours of his genitalia. He was in good shape, his abs flat and toned, so his chest and belly drew the eye away from what lay below his waist. He rarely swam naked as it was unwieldy – he preferred everything tucked away neatly. He wasn’t ashamed of his body, not by any means, indeed he took pride in keeping it toned and honed, but sometimes it meant he got some unwelcome attention. He had learned to diplomatically turn it aside when needed.

He chose to enter the water slowly by the steps at the shallow end. He was pleased it was a regular rectangular shape and not some fancy design that made swimming lengths near impossible. It also deepened to the far end, not enough for real diving, but enough to get out of his depth. He wanted to test whether he could swim a length underwater without coming up for breath. The water was pleasantly cool as he descended the steps, and he found himself just above waist height, the level of the water just covering his lower ribs. Around halfway along the pool it grew steeply deeper, and he held his nose and ducked under to wet his hair, ready to tackle the length. He never bothered with goggles or swim hats and was careful to wash and condition his hair afterwards, having a strict regime for hair and skin care.

He soon had the measure of the pool and steadily got in a few lengths before he tried holding his breath and swimming under the surface. As he broke up noisily he was aware that he was being watched. Lady Adelaide had entered and was sitting on one of the loungers. She clapped enthusiastically and waved at him as he shook the water out of his hair.

‘Very impressive Mr Lykel’ she said, and he was unsure as to whether she referred to his skill or his physical appearance. She indicated a jug and two glasses ‘I was going to have some lemonade, would you like to join me?’ He smoothed his hair away from his face and pulled at his nose and nodded his head side to side to clear his ears and nose of water.

‘Lemonade, Lady Adelaide?’ he asked and she grimaced

‘Well there’s just he teensiest bit of vodka in with it, you’d hardly notice it really.’ He had the idea she wasn’t going to leave any time soon and wondered whether to stay in the water and continue to swim, or get out.

Adelaide waited patiently. He’d have to get out of the water soon enough. God, he was gorgeous. He was good looking and she had seen straight away from his build that he’d be something to see undressed. How she wished she could will away those garish swim trunks to see what lay beneath. She had a pretty good idea after last night when he jumped in to the pool to rescue her in his briefs and shirt. He certainly was a shower, and if he grew more when erect – it didn’t bear thinking about, it just got her so hot under the collar. The chest and chiselled abs did not disappoint and might have been enough on their own.

She was determined to break him down – he was so stoic, so proper and so very formal. She wondered what had attracted him to the King’s Guard. Surely he couldn’t be a commoner with his manners and the way he bore himself, she thought. Surely it would be better known if he was the son of some minor noble – or perhaps he was from a foreign country. His accent was Cordonian but that meant nothing. She was very intrigued and wondered who she could ask to find out more – he would most likely be close lipped about his origins.

As it was, she gazed at the water starting to bead on his skin, the dark hair trailing down almost making an arrow that pointed to his groin screaming look here, look down. She sighed

‘Why are you afraid of me Bastien?’ she asked ‘Am I really so dreadful – am I too old, too ugly?’ His expression changed to one of surprise and a hint of sympathy.

‘I’m not afraid of you’ he replied ‘And you’re not old or ugly, Lady Adelaide’. He came to the steps and got out of the pool, retrieving a towel to dry off. She ogled him hungrily, but he stared her down and she looked away, ashamed. He sat on the recliner next to hers, legs parted, elbows on his knees. He dropped his head and looked up at her, eyebrows furrowed ‘I’m just trying to be professional, Ma’am. This is my first solo job, and Mr Walker will be assessing me’ Adelaide laughed

‘Your first? Funny how Jackson sends me the young novices – the good looking ones. Has he set you any tests yet?’ Bastien frowned in thought and shook his head. She leaned forward and lowered her voice. ‘I’ll tell you a secret, Bastien. He sends me the young good looking ones and waits to see if they crack – how long it takes me to bed them. He’s never told me so, but I worked it out myself. You know Frank Martin?’ Bastien nodded

‘Yes, he’s one of his top men despite being younger than most.’

‘Tell me, if you were a woman would you find him attractive?’ Bastien frowned

‘If I were a…’ his face cleared. Frank would never win a contest for best looking guardsman. He hadn’t been blessed with good looks – he had been a boxer and had received many blows to the head that resulted in a ruddy complexion, a nose that had been broken several times, and had what was called ‘cauliflower ears’’ Adelaide was grinning

‘That’s right Bastien, Frank was never assigned to me because I wouldn’t have tried to get him in bed – or so Jackson thinks. He doesn’t realise I don’t only go for looks, but you get the idea.’

‘You’re the test’ Bastien said, sitting up straight, realisation dawning. ‘It’s not been said in so many words, but to get personally involved with the person you’re guarding can compromise the job’ She nodded

‘Sadly now you know, you’re not going to give into my charms are you?’ She said ruefully and Bastien’s face softened.

‘I’m sorry Lady Adelaide, as I said, it would be best to keep things professional’ She took a sip of her drink

‘There’s no such desirable fruit as that which is forbidden’ she said. ‘For what it’s worth, you are the most desirable man he’s ever sent to me. I have no idea why I told you what I did’ Bastien smiled at her for the first time.

‘I really appreciate it Lady Adelaide, I’m determined to do well in the Guards. I had a difficult start in life – I never knew my father, and my mother died of a drugs overdose when I was a teenager. I have no family to fall back on, I was brought up by foster parents.’ Adelaide leaned over and squeezed his knee

‘I’m sorry to hear that Bastien. I think you’ve made a good start and I don’t want to jeopardise that for you’

‘You’re an attractive woman, your grace’ Bastien said, his expression softening ‘Don’t ever think you aren’t, but we have a professional relationship and I can’t go any further than telling you that.’ Adelaide looked down at her hands

‘Actually, you’re not here for me – you’re here for Maddie’ she said slyly. Bastien sat back in surprise

‘Yes, but you’re still my client’s mother’ he said ‘It wouldn’t be…’

‘Just how would Jackson find out if I seduced you do you think?’ she asked.

‘I would tell him’ he replied firmly. She pouted

‘Do you have to? Surely you can keep a secret – that’s part of your job too isn’t it?’ He shook his head

‘You’re presupposing that you’ll be successful in seducing me’ he said ‘and that I’d be willing to give in’ He was horrified to see tears start to her eyes.

‘You said I was attractive’ she said mournfully

‘Yes, but I’m not looking for a physical relationship right now’ he said swiftly, and Adelaide scoffed, quickly recovering.

‘Who said anything about a relationship, all I want is for you to screw me’ He put his hand over his face. He had to end the conversation; his free time was coming to an end, and he was getting cold.

‘That’s not what I meant. I need to concentrate on my job, not sleep with anyone who wants me’

‘So I’m just ‘anyone’?’ her voice rose ‘Who else is hitting on you – the maid – the cook?’ Her eyes narrowed ‘or do you prefer men – is it the gardener?’ Bastien got up and retrieved his neatly folded clothes.

‘My sexual preferences are not up for discussion’ he said ‘I have to get back to work’

‘I could tell him you assaulted me, you know’ she said as he walked away. He froze to the spot, then turned, fixing her with a fierce gaze, mouth tight.

‘I don’t believe you would Ma’am’ She looked down, ashamed for a moment, then tilted her head up and locked eyes with him, pleading

‘I’m sorry, is it such a difficult thing for you to consider? We could be discreet’ she said in a small voice

‘Ma’am you told me yourself you have lovers’ he said ‘I suggest you call on someone else and leave me alone’ With that parting shot he turned his back for the last time to go and get changed and patrol the perimeter again.

Later, it was Bastien’s task to check in with his mentor. He used his cell phone outside in the grounds where he wouldn’t be overheard. It wasn’t of the utmost secrecy and didn’t need an encrypted line, but he liked to take at least some precaution after the nature of his employment after all. Luckily reception was good and the line crystal clear. His training taught him to listen for verbal clues as to Jackson’s mood or any duplicity (not that the head of the Kings Guard would have reason to lie to his staff) and also for any background noises that might give away his location or any other information.

‘Good evening Bastien, how are you doing?’ Jackson sounded relaxed and Bastien surmised he was home and off duty.

‘Very well sir, there has been one incident to report – I trust you received my statement by email’

‘I did son. Did you check the motion sensors by the pool?’

‘Yes sir, one of them was reporting a slight delay in response – just a second or two, it was possibly why the alarm didn’t go off promptly.’ He found himself standing stiffly to attention ‘It was my error in not checking it beforehand’

‘There are many sensors to check Bastien, had you been on site for longer you would probably have picked up on it before it was a problem. You responded promptly and Lady Adelaide was unharmed, so there will only be a very minor demerit’ Bastien’s heart sank. He had hoped to get a perfect score for the assignment – he knew already it was unlikely, but at least Jackson was lenient with him.

‘How are you finding your assignment son?’ Bastien broke out in a cold sweat. This was not a question he could answer by checking a bullet list. Walker was asking for a personal assessment, a gut reaction, and he was uncomfortable with this aspect of the job. He dug deep.

‘Overall it’s not difficult Sir’ he replied ‘There has been one challenge I did not foresee that has been a minor problem’

‘Please go on’ Jackson replied, and Bastien detected a slight hint of amusement in his voice. He cleared his throat

‘Lady Adelaide has been – she has made some inappropriate remarks and advances’ He was sure now that Jackson was stifling laughter as he heard muffled sounds coming from the other end consistent with the microphone being covered over. There was a short silence before his mentor replied, supressed mirth in his tone.

‘And how did you react to that, son?’

‘I turned it aside, naturally’ again the microphone was muffled, and Bastien took a leap of faith ‘I take it that Lady Adelaide is my test, sir?’

‘Test, son?’ his voice was a little strangled

‘Of my resolve. It would be unprofessional to react to the sexual advances of one of my charges, Sir’ Jackson now stopped any effort to hide his amusement and it was a while before he stopped laughing long enough to be able to speak again.

‘Son, this is Cordonia. There’s no need to deny that mighty snake of yours’ Bastien felt his cheeks burn. He hadn’t been able to hide his physical attributes for long at the Walker household. Bianca Walker had accidentally walked in on him whilst he was showering in the morning after staying over when he had babysat the Walker’s two children. The other recruits already knew how well endowed he was, so it was natural Jackson already knew. He sighed

‘Sir’

‘Really son, you show exceptional dedication to the job. It’s true I throw our better looking recruits at Lady Adelaide as a test, and you passed it with flying colours. It can’t have been easy after pulling her out of the pool’ he stopped to laugh again. He could hear Bianca’s throaty laugh in the background. Was nothing secret in the Jackson household? ‘So what have you told the lady in question to keep her at bay, son?’ he asked

‘That we have a professional relationship and I can’t allow her attempts to seduce me to succeed, Sir’

‘Bastien, you have to be the most well endowed recruit I have ever come across. Lady Adelaide’s sexual appetite is legendary, and I think you’d be foolish to turn her down. You have my permission to do anything you like with her – presuming you find her attractive. As long as it doesn’t compromise the job and you are discreet, you’re free to do as you please.’

‘I – thankyou sir’ Bastien gulped. He felt hot under the collar and his pants tightened uncomfortably. His head might be telling him to be restrained, but his manhood got the message loud and clear that playtime was imminent.

‘Okay son, thankyou for checking in. Enjoy your evening’ The line went dead and he had the impression his mentor was rolling around laughing at the other end. His shift was over, and he knew exactly where he was going next.

He was going to make sure Adelaide remembered him for a very long time indeed.

3 The Lesson

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gettingtoknowmj · 5 years ago

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A WARNING TO MICHAEL JACKSON FANS - MATT FIDDLES IS A PRESS RAT AND WAS NEVER MICHAEL'S BODYGUARD

Because of my Michael Jackson page I have been afforded communication with a man formally on Michael Jackson's security team. We have talked a number of times after something on my page made him contact me. I have all proof I need that he is the real deal. He has said I can post this message, encouraged it.

Now unlike some bodyguards that hung around MJ in his last years and have made money out of their association. This guy hasn't and doesn't plan to; he doesn't even really want his face and name known but he knew Micheal for a good number of years (but not after 2004). He loved the man he called complicated, sometimes frustrating but a true good heart. He does not claim the status of friendship but keen observer of his boss, who was mostly very kind to him. He saw Michael at the best and at his worst, and felt for him. And Michael Jackson was more vulnerable than I personally imagined.

And one thing he has definitely confirmed to me is not to trust Matt Fiddles (pictured). The man popping up all over the media claiming to have been Michael's bodyguard for ten years, he is a fake and a fraud. He did not guard Michael Jackson for more than a few days back in 2002. He was an associate of Uri Geller's not Michael's bodyguard! Michael agreed to help Geller on a project. When Michael came to England this Matt Fiddles agreed free of charge for Uri Geller to pose as a bodyguard for Michael Jackson.

The things Fiddles has been saying in the press of late on the face of it seem harmless, perhaps beneficial. Yes, he is coming across as a defender of Michael Jackson's honour. He could fool anyone, including me... he did! But this guy has said nasty stuff in the past. He has a dark history of slandering Michael Jackson. That older fans are choosing not to knowledge and newer fans don't know about...

This past week since getting the alert about Matt Fiddles I and a Facebook friend of mine have attempted to warn fans on various Michael Jackson groups only to have pending posts deleted before they can be seen! It seems some group owners are keen on Matt Fiddles.

Yes, I know some of you are probably thinking "but Matt Fiddles is defending Michael Jackson. He even took apart in Chase The Truth documentary where he debunked stuff to do with Neverland... I want to believe him, it makes me feel more assured of Michael's innocence. Matt Fiddles has even said how Michael was very interested in women, and sneaked women into his hotel room! I want that to be true". I hate to break it to you, I am sorry to say but Matt Fiddles never worked at Neverland nor was he a member of his tour security.

None of Michael's real bodyguards, including the lovely man on security I have talked to remember him at all. In fact, no sneaking in of any women happened on his watch. He just saw families touring with Michael with their kids. Some of them did share and sleep in same huge hotel room at times but so did a member of security (before anybody jumps to unpleasant conclusions). If he had secret girlfriends who knows maybe he did but Matt Fiddles was not there to know. Because nobody remembers him!

Michael's makeup artist Karen Faye doesn't remember Fiddles either, don't believe me? Ask her. She is easy to contact.

Michael's friend from child to man Frank Cascio has never heard of Matt Fiddles either.

The late Frank DiLeo was asked in 2009 about Matt... and you guessed it... never heard of him.

Michael's mother has also publicly outted Matt Fiddles as a fake in the past too. Yes, Katherine Jackson, Michael's own mother: “‘Fiddes tried to pretend that he was a close friend of my son Michael, but when I spoke to Michael about him, he could not remember who he was. The whole family was deeply upset by the interviews he gave shortly after Michael’s death, which no friend would have done.’

Trust me, if Matt Fiddles was a character witness he wouldn't be called in a legal case for Michael Jackson's defence.

MATT FIDDLES LIES YOU PROBABLY WERE NOT AWARE HE CREATED IN THE PRESS

NO NOSE LIE: Matt caused some of the crazy rumours that Michael Jackson had a fake nose for years and at time of death that fell off. When anyone that has read Michael's autopsy report (not a happy task, I don't recommend it) and can see from the photos (again really upsetting, not recommend...), his nose was actually fine at time of death...

It is true that he had a number of reconstructive procedures on his nose mostly due to complications caused by lupus (and even according to security man I am in communication with, did have a hole in tip at one time caused by that!) but he did not have a full on fake nose! EVER! And as I say, issues with his nose were fixed. No fake nose.

SKIN BLEACHING AND SELF RACE HATE: Matt Fiddles claimed Michael hated his skin colour so much he almost BURNED off his willy with bleaching creams. Autopsy report, Michael had a NORMAL uncircumcised penis (I feel bad for knowing these kind of details... truly no privacy but in good cause, sorry Michael!). Certainly not brunt off by skin bleaching creams. Autopsy also showed Michael was a longtime sufferer of vitiligo. Not race hate.

NAZI SYMPATHISER: Matt Fiddles has stated that Michael Jackson was obsessed with Nazis, had admired Hitler and hated Jews. Funny that Micheal should choose a woman of Jewish faith Debbie Rowe as surrogate mother in order that he could experience becoming a father, even to please his mother's religious beliefs married Debbie so the children could be born of wedlock (something very important to Witnesses). And Michael was at one time firm friends with a Rabbi and was best man at a Jewish wedding! He even donned a skull cap for it. And Michael lovingly recounted stories of dear Rose Fine, the Jewish tutor he’d had as a child whom he credited as giving him a lifelong passion for reading.

On a related note: Matt said Michael POKED holes in a voodoo doll he made of Steven Spielberg after the singer became a Nazi sympathiser, err? Yeah... imaginative.

MICHAEL ASKED BODYGUARDS TO SHOOT RANDY: Michael Jackson ordered his bodyguards to kill his brother Randy Jackson when Randy was in a dispute with Michael. This was supposed to have been said in front of Randy. A story his real bodyguards at the time say is laughable and Randy even released a statement that it never happened.

SPERM STEALING: Matt Fiddles has claimed Michael stole his sperm to father Blanket. On 17th November 2010 Matt Fiddes sold a story claiming that in 2 months (January 2011) he will be flying out to California to take a DNA test to establish that he is the father. He never did.

"He won't go to L.A., he has no intention!" Fiddes ex-girlfriend Carly Galliford said via Twitter. "He loves the attention, not caring about the Jacksons." Galliford (who claims she was with Fiddes when he came up with the baby-daddy tale) said that Fiddes admitted to lying about being Blanket’s father to her face, years ago.

In the interest of being fair and balanced it should be noted. There are many sources that claim Michael didn't father any of his children, some more credible than others (let's not go there, his private business... wouldn't change the fact he was dad). IF Michael didn't, you can be reasonably sure Matt Fiddles didn't either. Matt Fiddes was in Michael’s life for all of 5 minutes. He wasn’t Michael's close friend, he certainly wasn’t a confidant. It's highly unlikely that Michael chose Fiddles as a donor.

KILL MYSELF WITH SAME PILLS AS MICHAEL KILLED HIMSELF WITH: On 3rd December 2010 a story appears in the Sun claiming that the stress of putting himself forward as Blanket's father caused him to take an overdose of the same drugs Michael died from and that they were found in Michael’s body. Touching story, except Michael Jackson did not die from Soma tablets, none were found in his body or in his possession, and none has ever been associated with him. The most amusing aspect of this story is that he claims he was prescribed 5 of these tablets by a Michael Jackson doctor in 2002 and he’d stored them 8 years before finally using them. Soma aka Carisoprodol has a shelf life of 2 years, so I’d be curious as to what effects a drug that had expired 6 years before could do to a person, but maybe Matt could share that with us sometime.

HOUSES OF PARLIAMENT LIE: Matt said Michael FLEW into a rage when he was barred from buying the Speaker’s chair from the House of Commons to use as his “green throne”. To quote him: "He toured Parliament in 2002 and when the guide told him he could not buy this piece of British culture Michael exclaimed, ‘I am the King, the King of Pop’, before flying into a real rage.”

Funny that, the officials that gave Micheal the tour said he was lovely, funny and charming... making a joke how he'd like a chair like that. He didn't in anyway suggest actually buying the thing let alone fly into a rage, he was even invited to go for a chat with a mp afterwards. The main tour guide said Michael loved England and was genuinely in awe of the building and history. There is footage on one of the pay for press video footage sites documenting from moment Michael starts his guided tour to moment he leaves. I will see if I can recall which site and update with link. Proof this ranting at the guide event never took place. Only thing that is true is Matt Fiddles was there.

There is actually more but you get the picture... this is just some of the crazy stuff Matt Fiddles has said, all soon after Michael Jackson died of course, so he couldn't be sued. There’s no proof he even went to visit Michael at a perminant residance. There’s no proof he even went to Neverland.

Michael Jackson is nothing more than a lucrative business for Matt Fiddles, and he is now selling his “positive” stories to papers for cash and celebrity. Nothing more nothing less. Because being positive about Michael actually is selling better for him right now as not many people are brave enough to defend Michael.... a book will come next... as you can be sure he is trying to build up a base of MJ fans to sell it too! When/if his book comes out, you will know to take what he say's with a very large pinch of salt.

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Note: Please don't ask or pm me requesting information on the security staff member I have been in communication with. Our conversations are to remain private. Do not press me to ask him questions he has said what he has had to say, what he wanted to share and won't share no more... I may for all I know never hear from him again, if I don't that is fine, I am touched and grateful for the tip bits of information he gave me and for the warning about Matt Fiddles. I will not give his contact details to anybody. Nor repeat anything he has told me without his utter consent. Other than what has already been ok'd.

#moonwalker #jackson #pop #michael jackson #mjinnocent

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markieooh · 5 years ago

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Prom Boy pt.1

Y/N is in her last year of high school. What happen to her a bit boring life if this b o y start to mess up with her…

Mark Tuan x reader

Fluff, smut (maybe later), suggestive

Every single one in school was talking about this stupid prom. There wasn’t day without hearing talks on dresses, makeup or hair.Y/N wasn’t a fan of it. If anyone asks she is going, but didn’t have choice. Mina would definitely kill her.

- And...

Y/N heard her best friend’s voice.

- And?- she asked.

- You still don’t have date.- she told with dangerous light in her eye.

- Whatever you want me to do…no.

Mina pouted, but didn’t give up.

- I’m going with Jackson.

- Oh really?- Y/N acted surprised, because it was most predictable.

Jackson Wang was school gangster. Well,…he didn’t do anything wrong. The word gangster was there only because he and his friends acted like they are own the whole school. He was such a flirt and most girls in this building wanted him even for a minute. Since the last party - that had place like a month ago - Mina and Jackson had a thing for each other.

- Yeah.- she smiled.

- I’m about to meet his friends today.

- That’s cool. Congratulations.

- Come with me please?- Mina asked and done puppy eyes.

- What?

- Please, please, please?- she grab yours arm and puled gently.

- Why? If he likes you as much as he tells everyone, then you don’t have anything to worry about.- you told her a bit annoyed.

- Please?

- Okay…OKAY. I’m coming.- you just roll your eyes and gave up on her.

Famous seven boys were incredibly noisy. Jackson waited for us in front of cafeteria. He was really happy to see me, but I couldn’t say the same thing about him. Nothing personal.

- This is Y/N. She’s a best friend of my precious Mina so treat her right.- told Jackson.- Take a sit.

Six pairs of eyes look at you with interest. You weren’t popular - not at all. They probably saw you for the first time in their lives.

- Hey! We have math together, aren’t we?- asked boy with dark hair, that one who looked the most normal.- I’m Jinyoung.

- Oh your name is the same as our teacher!- you told with big smile.

- Yeah, that’s why he keep calling me Junior.

- He hates it, that’s why he’s bragging about that all the time.- Y/N heard laugh of blond haired boy.- BamBam nice to meet you.

- Isn’t it cool that we are all here?- asked Jackson.- I heard you still don’t have date Y/N.

- Wow really?- this time asked Jaebom. You know him because he was good at every sport possible. - You are pretty.

- Even Youngjae found his date!- called BamBam.

- Yah!- shouted friendly boy.

- Is that even possible?- asked nice voice.

Mark Tuan. Your heart skipped the beat. You knew him since kindergarten. He was your neighbour and your mother visited his house every Sunday. Mark was very handsome. You watched his glow up from shy guy who lived across the street to confident playboy who had every girl around his little finger. He looked sooo innocent. Puppy eyes, cute pout and bright smile, but this guy was a devil. From 0 to 100 in one second. Smirking, biting his lips and flirtatious winking.

- As you can see.- you shurged and tried to ignore his burning stare.

After one hour sitting and laughing like crazy it was time to go home. You really didn’t think that this group of gangsters could be that funny.

- Y/N can you go alone?- asked Mina.

- But my last bus already left.- you replied.

- I will drive her home.- told Mark and headed to his car.- You coming or not?- he asked.

- Yeah.- you told under your nose.- I am going to kill you Mina.

- Have fun!- Jackson shouted afrer you.

- See you at school Y/N!- you heard BamBam.

Mark’s car was all black - even inside. You turn on the radio and heard What’s my name by Rihanna and Drake. You puted seat belts and checked if they are locked for sure.

- Are you scared?- he asked and small smile formed on his face.

- You look like some kind of drug dealer, I can’t trust you.

Chuckle.

- It’s not funny.

- It’s not, but YOU are.- he chuckled again.

Silent.

- You’ve changed.- you told after a bit.

- Like everybody.- he shrugged his arms.- You know…You don’t look like in primary school anymore.- Mark stared at your boobs for a second.

- Oh shut up.- you roll your eyes.- But why?

- It’s a funny thing. God made you that way and it’s biology Y/N. I thought you knew this.

You looked at him with disabelief. It’s been a long time since you two talked and it was…nice. You aren’t replied to his not that funny joke, so he was the one who started:

- I…I wanted to proof them wrong. I didn’t want to be a loser anymore.- he sight.- And I wanted you to like me. But at the end of a day I started to like being…who I am now.

- Of course you do.- you muttered under your breath.- All of girls are yours.

- Yeah…And now this dickhead is a loser, and he is the one out of the ligue.- he smiled with satisfaction.

- Me too.

- You…You are different.- it was his time to mutter under his breath.- You still like that asshole?- he asked after a second.

- You mean Jake?

- I mean that asshole.- he corected you.

- Naah.- you crinkle your nose.- I realised he was an idiot. He still is.

- Glad you see that.- he smiled softly.- I don’t have the date to prom too.

You were already in front of your house, but any of you wanted to get off.

- And? I heard other news. Gillian Roberst is talking about your invitation on and on.

- I don’t know who the hell this girl is.- he replied.

Silence.

- Do you want be my prom date?

You looked at him to find any smile on his face. You were even more shocked when Mark’s face was dead serious and his eyes stuck in yours.

- Please don’t reject me. My heart will be broken.- he added this time with smile.

Your Y/E/C eyes look at him. How stupid you were all this time not seeing his handsomnes. Pink lips like they were pinted by some artist, eyes that you could dive in them. Now when you were so close to Mark you could smell his scent and for you to know it was the much amazing perfume you ever smell.

Well one month ago you had a chance to be this close to him…or maybe even closer.

~One month earlier~

- I’m not going to wear this…thing!- you shouted at your friend.- Do I even have to go?

- Yes stupid!- she answered.- This party is really important for my future relationship with Jackson.

- Ooh that imagination relationship.

- Y/N! You promised me!- she punched your arm.

- I know and I deeply regret this already.- you huff but get up from your bed, after grabbing short dress.

You tried material if it fits on you and with dissapiontment you had to say that it is. Red dress with thin straps. It was skin tight and very, very short.

- I look like a slut.- you told.

- You look like girl who want have fun.

- Yeah.

- Oh c’mone!- your best friend shouted.- Put a smile on your face! And don’t look like you just ate two lemons!

Like you thought, as long as your friend saw Jackson, started using her flirting skills. And poor Jackie got caught on her big brown eyes. You sight and started drinking. Your place were under big painting of forest or whatever it was. You sipped your drink, but shortly after you were caught to play some drunk game.

You were fucked up, you can barely look on your eyes. BUT it didn’t stoped you from dancing on the table…how stupid of you.

- You are sure you want to do this?- you heard low voice from the bottom of furniture.

- Why not?

- Because…- mystery guy hoped on the table and face you.- You are going to fall.

- Mark!- you shouted and throw yourself on him.- Let’s dance!- you added and were ready to move your body.

Suddenly brown haired boy take you off of the table and safety put you on the floor.

- You are killing whole funny side of dancing with you.- you pouted and right after that you felt warm breath near your lips.

- And what are you going to do with this?

And this sentence lead you to dancing. Well,…you can’t name it this way. Let’s call it griding on each other. Every touch of his hand or crotch or ever his lips on your neck made you burn. You could feel how on fire you were and how you can’t get enough of him. His fingers danced on the hem of your dress that were really close to your panties. In one moment you felt so done with teasing and griding on his clothed crotch didn’t make you fun. So you turn a round and done something you shouldn’t. You kissed those lips who were teasing you a second before.

His lips were so soft and at that moment realised you wanted him so bad. You tug him by his T-shirt and put your hands a round his neck. The kiss started to become more and more heated. Mark in the other hand were so stoic. He was so happy as soon as you kissed him. He put his hand on your booty - it was like dream come true, he watched your back at school when you wear those super tight jeans. The other hand he ran up and down your side. You were a hot mess.

- Let’s go.- he told you when the kiss break cause you two have to breathe.

He grabbed your hand and navigated you through the crowd. He leaded you to one of the empty rooms at Jackson house.

And as soom as he closed the doors you were pinned to them and found yourself kissed by brown haired boy. This time kiss was slopy and much more messier that before. In one moment you pulled his t-shirt off of him and in the next you were on his laps.

- You’re beautiful.- he whispered, while gently touching your cheeks. His thumb slidacross your swollen lips.

- Shh.- you put finger on his lips and then kiss him again.

He kissed you back and rub your back, from time to time squeeze your butt. The next second you lay under him without your dress only in a bra and panties.

- You’re beautiful.- Mark whispered and kiss your neck, collarbones, breast, and tummy. In one fast move he unclasped your bra and started to nape your breast with such adoration. You tucked his hair and gasp. Goosebumps appeared on delicate skin of his back as you touch it.

You switch your position and you sit on him. You look at his toned abs it was so hypnotizing that you have to slide your hand a cross of it. You felt how his muscles tight under your fingers. You saw black paint on his ribs. A tattoo that you never seen before. Messy hair, swollen lips and hickey on his neck.

- Y/N.- he whispered. You look in his eyes and all alcohol get off your veins.

- We can’t.- you mutter under your breath.

- What?

- We can’t.- you repited. You got up and started to collected your clothes. As you had your dress on and heels in your hand, you run out of the room.

~ Now ~

- Hey Y/N!

- Where you exactly learn how to take off bras that fast?- you asked.

- What?!- he laughed.

- I agree to be your prom date.

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English isn’t my first language so you can find some mistakes and if something doesn’t make sense I apologise. I hope you are going to enjoy anyway 💞

#got7 fanfic #mark tuan #got7 #got7 scenarios #kpop scenarios #mark tuan scenarios

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insphoeration · 6 years ago

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GOT7 - Type that would suit them best

These are all my own opinions, I do not know GOT7 personally.

*I think all the boys need someone who is understanding of their lifestyle, expecting them to put you before everything they’ve worked so hard for is an obvious no.

Mark

I think really any kind of personality would suit Mark. I think that GOT7 are made up of a bunch of different personalities and we see all of them complimenting Mark, weather it be Jackson’s hyper activeness or Jinyoungs timidness. Although I think too much of one or the other isn’t really ideal. Too loud can be exhausting for some people and even though outgoing personalities are know to bring introverts out of their shell, Mark chooses to be quiet, to fall back and not say unnecessary things, so if I’m being quite honest I don’t think there is a shell for him to break out of. Also I don’t think pairing Mark with someone quiet would be good for him either because once he gets really comfortable with someone, he becomes more talkative and open.

I can see Mark with someone normal- if that makes sense. I can see him with someone sweet and caring, always there for him. It’s funny that I picture him with someone kind of innocent when I think that someone with an air of mystery around them would be good.

Picture this: Mark meeting his significant other while he’s on a walk, there is a person who looks frustrated so he goes and offers his help, turns out this person who wear’s all black with dark eyes loves animals and baking and is studying to become a social worker because kids never have anyone to speak for them, and they make bomb BBQ.

Wow okay so when I think of JB I think a bunch of different things because JB has a bunch of different sides to him But when it comes down to it I thinks someone very charming would suit him well but they would have to be sweet and soft as well because we all know, underneath his cold exterior, our leader-nim is the mushiest ball of fluff around.

I can see JB attracted to someone very charming and charismatic, then when he see’s their soft side, he falls hard and fast. JB has some family issues which can make him kind of clingy and insecure and he needs someone who will take care of him, but also challenge him, call him out on his shit when necessary.

Picture this: JB’s significant other stopping by the JYPE practice room to drop off food and drinks for the boys, while the boys leap for the bags, they keep one behind their back, bringing it over to their boyfriend. He;s quiet at first but snaps when they ask whats wrong, he feels bad but hangs his head instead of saying anything, that take his chin, forcing him to look at them, and they demand they know whats wrong. JB knows there’s no point in lying so he tells them the boys are being more uncooperative than usual today. They give him advice in a loving tone, moving a piece of hair away from his sweaty forehead, reminding him to breath and communicate with the other members. JB wishes you knew how much he loved you.

Jackson

Jackson is probably the busiest member in GOT7 and because a lot of what he does involves travelling, he needs someone who would understand all aspects of his job. That person would need to be comfortable with Jackson travelling all the time (maybe even going with him), flirting with fans and sometimes other idols, and not being open to tell the world about their relationship. Jackson needs someone spontaneous to keep up with his craziness, but also someone who will just be there for him when he burns out.

I can see Jackson with someone mature but playful, someone who understands him and doesn’t throw a fit when they don’t see each other often because that’s just how its going to be.

Picture this: Jackson comes home to his significant other watching him on a variety show, squealing when he flirts with the other idol. “I have goosebumps.” They grin, holding their face in their hands. He has nothing to say, only a kiss to give. OR It’s Chinese new year, Jackson watches from a far as his significant other tries their hardest to communicate with his family.

Jinyoung

Much like Mark, I think any types of personality would suit Jinyoung, Although he has much more of a chic outer layer, he can also be considerate and caring. Sophisticated is a word that reminds me a lot of Jinyoung, he always seems pretty put together not only in that he is the mom of the group but in the way he dresses and carries himself.

I can see Jinyoung with someone like him, sophisticated and confident, detail oriented with humour similar to his.

Picture this: Jinyoung and his significant other walking through the park, or even by a river, they sit on a bench, cross legged from each other, feeding each other snacks. OR Jinyoung paces around the kitchen, trying to get the tone in his voice right, his significant other reads off the script dramatically, he starts off strong but then raises one eyebrow a silly way and they both erupt in a fit of giggles. They feed him a bit of a snack and they continue on.

Youngjae

I think that Youngjae is very playful on the surface but what people don’t usually see is that he is pretty serious, and a hardworking person. I think he gets along with the other members because for the most part he is pretty easy going but they also know when it’s time to get serious.

I can see Youngjae with a university student, someone hardworking but also a little playful. Youngjae likes to laugh and have a good time to he would be drawn to someone funny.

Picture this: Youngjae and his significant other, on the floor in tears laughing at something the other person did because lets be real, dating Youngjae, y’all are going to be doing random shit dying of laughter most of the time.

Bam Bam

Two words, easy going. Bam Bam has such a chill and carefree personality I believe he would need someone who matches that. Bam and Yugyeom like to joke around a lot and can be pretty hyper, unlike Yugyeom and Jackson, I believe that Bam is like that all the time. So to be with Bam Bam you would need to be ready for anything. Bam Bam’s significant other would also need to be quippy, ready to not only take his shit but give it right back to him.

I also think Bam would need someone genuine, it would make his heart melt if you said no to him buying you something extravagant because then he would know you aren’t after him for his money. I can see Bam Bam with someone outgoing, adventurous, kind and someone that reminds him of home, someone who can be close to his family and friends because those are the most important things to him.

Picture this: Bam Bam and his significant other, in Thailand, lounging around his mom’s house, hanging around with his family as they cook his favourite food. OR Bam and his significant other trekking through the jungle because he thought it was a good idea but now they’re laughing at him because a few hours in and he hates it, they offer to go home and sit around in their pyjama’s watching TV and he smiles because there isn’t anything he wants more in the world.

Yugyeom

Its no surprise that Yugyeom like to tease his hyungs but I think thats all in good fun for the camera’s but deep down he’s a little squish. When the camera’s catch him off guard, you can see this side of him and I personally adore soft!gyeom. I think a cute, sweet personality would suit Yugyeom but just because his cocky side is just for the camera doesn’t mean it won’t come out to play.

I can see Yugyeom with a sweet person, someone he’s not afraid to show off because he knows people would just love them instantly. I think Yugyeom needs someone to take care of him, someone to stroke his hair when he can’t sleep and kiss his cheeks until he feels better.

Picture this: Him and his significant other cleaning up after a food fight, despite being stuck with a mess, they’re still giggling about what happened. Yugyeom doubles over in laughter as they make a pun about the food that was stuck in their hair. When the kitchen was clean, but the two of you still dirty, he grabs your hand and pulls you in for a kiss, the kiss is a bit gritty from the flour on your face but he doesn’t mind because he gets to kiss you.

#some of the picture this sections turned into drabbles oops lool #got7 imagines #GOT7 fanfiction #got7 senarios #mark tuan imagines #im jaebum imagine #lim jaebeom imagine #jackson wang imagine #park jinyoung imagine #choi youngjae imagine #jinyoung imagines #youngjae imagines #bam bam imagines #yugyeom imagines #kim yugyeom imagines

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fullsunhyuckie · 6 years ago

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we grow up!

*here’s to mark’s graduation from dream! you’ve done well, mark.

slice of life!au

in which a group of strangers go for an adventure of a lifetime.

disclaimer: i know mark graduated yesterday but i wrote this story a long time ago and i feel like there isn’t a better time than now for me to post this. so here goes my tears :,)

day0:

at 19, mark was unsure of his future.

it never crossed mark’s mind that the age, twenty, would come so early but boy was he wrong. it was as if it was only yesterday he just learnt how to chew gum.

mark was intending to go on a road trip for five days right before he officially becomes an adult. but you see, the downside of being a hardworking individual is that you simply have no friends. that’s how mark came up with the idea to invite 6 other teenagers around his age to follow him. he went to the local cafe right opposite his block. it was the place where teenagers often hang out.

there he met 6 other teens who were different yet he could connect with them easily. renjun, an 18 year old aspiring artist who left his hometown to pursue his dreams. he’s small but he can hit a bitch if he needs to. jeno, an 18 year old cheerful soul who will do anything to ensure that everyone is happy. he says he is no fun but he can turn on his funny button if he needs to. haechan, an 18 year old devilish boy who should’ve been born in the 80s. he picks on others but he sure is full of love. jaemin, a loveable 18 year old boy who could flirt for a living. he may seem a little odd with all the flirting but he’s the most loyal friend you can ever come across. chenle, a 17 year old loud loud child who is absolutely talented. he screams a lot but he definitely has a beautiful voice. and lastly, jisung, a 16 year old dancer who is insanely talented. he’s young but he is taller than you. a fact.

“let’s go on a road trip.” and that’s how their journey began.

day1:

mark thought this was a stupid idea. he was the only one who could drive so how was he supposed to fully experience his adventure. whatever it was, he still continued on. it’s not like he could find group of 6 other willing boys.

he borrowed his brother’s, johnny, red suv and drove right off. there was no plan, nothing. just 7 boys in a red suv ready to experience life together. it started off awkward. none of them talked. even haechan, the supposed moodmaker, was silent throughout the whole journey. there was just nothing they could talk about, they didnt know each other at all.

even as they reached the first pitstop, they were silent. probably just constant gag sounds from renjun because he disliked awkward situations. i mean it’s not like mark could do anything, he was driving. while they were having a cup of hot chocolate (weirdly enough, all of them ordered the same thing), mark blurted out a question about why they decided to follow him. they all had the same exact answer (well not exactly but you get it) and that is because they all have a dream,,,,,and then the awkward silence returned.

they all willingly agreed to pitch a tent and have a camp by the sea, the moment they arrived. well, at least it wasnt so awkward when they were asleep.

day2:

the next morning they drove off to have brunch. on the way to the diner, famous for their pancakes, haechan boosted his stereo to michael jackson’s bad and surprisingly all of them enjoyed it. they had more similarities than they thought they would. as they reached the diner, the mood was lighter than ever. it was as if sleeping together made them bond well. again, all of them ordered rather similarly. jaemin suggested they played a prank on the waitress to add a little spice to their morning. jisung decided that they should play a game and the loser has to sing the menu to the waitress.

as expected, renjun lost and he was forced to do the prank. he came up to her and before he could say anything the waitress said, “with voices as loud as you boys, you think i wouldnt know what you’re about to do? save yourself the embarrassment.” with that all of them ran out, leaving a red cheeked renjun standing in the middle of the diner. remember when i said renjun could hit a bitch if he wanted to? well this is what i meant. none of the boys left without a bruise. especially chenle who could not stop laughing.

they decided once again to stop by a park to take in fresh air. mark decided they should get to know one another even better. thats how they ended up playing a game of two truths and one lie. there were stupid lies and horribly dumb truths that came up and one that got mark thinking whether growing up was something he wanted. during haechan’s turn, he explained that his truth was that he was afraid of not having anywhere to go after being an adult. they all left what haechan said aside because truth be told none of them knew for themselves either.

they carried on playing other games and having dinner at the same diner because let’s be real, renjun’s pride comes after a good meal. but throughout the whole time, all of them started getting afraid of the horrors of their adulthood. even for jisung who still has 4 years left till his coming of age.

day3:

now, the third day was the most awful. they felt raw this day. but we’ll get to that. it has only been 2 days but the boys felt as though they had been friends for decades. or rather decade, none of them are twenty as of now.

jaemin and jeno went to the nearby convenience store to get breakfast for the boys. for the whole day they decided to just sit around and talk. and so they did. thats the reason why they felt raw.

mark sat without sharing anything. he was terrified. he was afraid that if anyone knew about it they would mock him and his innocent dream.

renjun began first. he talked about how he thinks that his dream is dumb. it has been 4 years since he came to korea and not once has he gotten an offer to further his art studies. whats the point he thought? anything he drew would never be approved as beautiful enough. and it sucks because when he showed his artwork, mark thought that it was a masterpiece. to him it doesnt matter how beautiful the piece was, it was the story behind it that counts. and that came mark’s first lesson, that nothing in life is ever fair.

jeno went on to talk about how he had no goal. nothing at all. for him, his dream is to live a life with no regrets. thats why he’s not pushing to do anything to stress himself out. he’s just gonna go with the flow. after graduating from his high school barely passing, he feels as though it doesnt matter. jeno believes that he’ll get somewhere one day. after all he’s still a teenager he’s got enough time to think about these things. but for now, he’ll just live in the moment. and that was mark’s second lesson, to live and let loose.

haechan was next. he had a dream to be a singer. and god that boy could sing. but for haechan he felt insecure. no matter how many people came up to him to tell him he was talented, he just cant accept that. that’s probably why he hides it with all the snarky remarks and the over the top compliments for himself. he never felt that he was good enough. but mark feels bad because haechan doesnt deserve to feel that way. haechan was full of love and he couldnt understand why he couldnt give himself any. this made him learn his third lesson, that only you can bring happiness to yourself.

and then there’s jaemin. mark cant help but feel sympathetic for him. jaemin was a dancer, a really good one (from the videos jaemin showed). but the thing is he cant dance anymore. at all. he got into an accident and now he isnt allowed to dance anymore. but the weird thing is that it didnt stop him from being content with life. for he feels that everything happens for a reason. and mark looks up to jaemin because he never fails to put on a smile knowing that his dream of being a dancer is near impossible for him to achieve. that’s how mark learnt to smile even if failure comes.

well for chenle, he had already achieved his dream. well partially. he is currently a trainee singer at a well known agency in korea. as a child, chenle was a music prodigy in china. he went on talent shows and clinched first place in almost every one of them. it was as if chenle’s future had already been written for him to be a singer. but he never used his past to get a boost for an opportunity in the industry. he worked incredibly hard to get into the agency and never once did he take his place for granted. mark learnt from him that its important to stay humble.

and lastly, jisung, the dancing king. mark was amazed by how insanely talented this boy was. it was no wonder he became a famous child dancer, known all over korea. anywhere jisung went people would recognise him and mob him for his autograph or a picture. but as mark sees how jisung acts when he’s with those his age, he realises that jisung is in fact just a kid and he’s just trying to enjoy life as normal teenager. its a pity for jisung because he devoted his whole youth to dancing, and now even when he looks back, his childhood was all just a blur. he complains that if there was one regret he had, it was not living each day to its fullest. that was mark’s last lesson. to seize every moment.

by the end of it all, they were all starting to doze off. and before they knew it , they fell asleep. except mark because he cant help but wonder what will happen to these boys once they part. and in that same moment he thinks, thank god i met these people.

day4:

the next day they woke up in the late afternoon. all of them felt exhausted after spilling almost everything about themselves.

the moment mark woke up he felt awful. there were only two days left till he becomes an adult and that thought scared him to his wits. he began sobbing softly and the boys came running to him. mark explained.

mark was afraid of having a future at all. everytime he tried, he failed. mark wanted to be a rapper. wanted. because there were so many competitions that he attended and he failed. so many people told him that he’ll fail because as a rapper, there’s no future for him.

mark shared that his parents were supportive of him so that wasnt a problem. but you see he didnt want to burden his parents. he knew if he pursued this dream it would take a lot of money and none would be gained back. now mark’s left, all goal-less because he knows if he tried, he’ll fail for sure.

so that’s how mark ended up here in seoul. because he needed a breather. his parents advised that if he doesnt know what to do he should just enter college. thats a sure success because a degree can get you any job you need. but mark was sure it wont bring him happiness because he knows that he doesnt want to go to university, it’s just not him. mark felt empty as though no one understood him, until now of course.

as the 7 dreamers sat under the night sky they thought to themselves. the adults always say you need to plan for your future, you need to know what you want to do. but they never help you. they’d just leave you to figure things out by yourself.

the adults never tell us how hard the process of growing up is. they never prepare us for it. its like going into a battlefield without weapons. no matter how loud you shout or plead for them to aid you. its useless because now they’ll pull out the “it’s your life. it’s your decision” card. but if you fail, its all on you. and if you succeed then suddenly, the family’s the one who paid for the fees and give you moral support and all that jazz.

so that made them awfully afraid because they knew that one day they’ll be doing something and that they’ll get somewhere. but what if they arent happy? what if they’re miserable?

day5:

it was the last day. the 7 of them drove back. the whole drive home was silent. they knew that it’ll be the last time they would see each other. mark will be leaving. he didnt intend to grow so close with the boys but he did and now he hates it. his heart is heavy to leave them but he has to. he understands that people come and go. thats just the cycle. unknown to mark, this is part of growing up. he has to accept that, nothing in life is constant, no matter how hard it is.

as they reached the same coffee house, you could see how all their eyes turned crystal. but their egos are high, so fret not cause they’ll not cry. except renjun and haechan, they cried. hard.

all mark did was put a smile on his face and he said “yo dream. promise me you’ll remember me, alright. we’ll see each other soon.”

and with that he left. and never turned back. because he knew if he did, he wont be able to say goodbye.

day6 (the day mark turned 20) :

now, mark’s 20.

at 20, mark’s still unsure of his future. but he knows that all he wants for now, is to be happy.

-Z

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