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Power Play (Soldier Boy x Reader)
Summary: So, you lost focus and had a consensual workplace relationship. It happens all the time. Maybe not quite like this.
Note: Female reader, but no other descriptors are used. Crazy ass 80s Vought debauchery. I might be a little rusty, but it was fun getting back into writing readerfics after two months🖤 Do not interact if you’re under 18, terf or radfem, or post thinspo/ED content.
Word count: 1.5k
Warnings: Power imbalance, cheating (Soldier Boy’s with Crimson Countess). Mentions of drug use. Soldier Boy is his own warning. Sexually explicit content involving elements of forced intox, semi-public sex, breeding kink.
You were dizzy. With Vought’s investor gala rapidly approaching, you spent the better part of your day camped out in your office, flipping back and forth through your rolodex to call and confirm catering, entertainment—you still couldn’t believe the board of directors actually approved Duran Duran’s booking fee—and transportation, off the top of your head. You already told Stan Edgar you were taking the following week off, which he had no qualms about—so long as the gala went off without a hitch.
You nearly jumped out of your skin when you were interrupted by a knock at your office door, which you’d left open in an effort to be available in the lead up to the event.
“Don’t tell me Edgar’s got you working tonight,” Soldier Boy said, walking in when he saw he had your attention.
“The most important night of the year is less than a week away and I still have a to-do list as long as your dick, so, yeah.”
He huffed out a laugh. “Must be pretty busy then.”
“How about you? Where’s Countess?” you asked.
Soldier Boy probably would have sought you out even if Crimson Countess were around, but from what you’d been hearing through Vought’s extensive grapevine, they were in yet another rough patch. Though, it seemed to you like their relationship was one long, extremely rough patch with some calm once in a blue moon. You weren’t afraid to admit to yourself that you ate up the gossip of their relationship like candy, especially when the other members of Payback—including Countess herself—would rant to Edgar about it. Since your office was right next to his, and most supes had little to no sense of subtlety, you could hear just about everything.
“She’s at one of those wildlife charity things, pandas or some bullshit.” He rolled his eyes. “Bitched at me because I wouldn’t go. She won’t be back until Friday.”
“Soldier Boy, I can’t just—“
“Sure you can. I mean, I’m technically your boss too, aren’t I?” he asked. “So, I say there’s no harm in taking a ten, fifteen minute break. Relieve some stress.”
You sighed. It had been a while since you actually got up from your desk. “Alright. Fifteen minutes, tops.”
He grinned. “Now we’re talking. You keep that minibar stocked?”
“Pick your poison.”
“Whiskey?”
“Sure.”
At least, you were pretty sure. The minibar in your office served as a nice gesture for the variety of people who’d come into your office for meetings related to all of the aspects of event planning you were in charge of. Over the past few weeks, though, you’d been reaching for bottles of whatever you could find to relieve the stress. Powdered your nose every so often, but tried not to make that a habit—not that you blamed your coworkers who did. Working at Vought was brutal and demanding, but hell, who else got to work with superheroes? Especially handsome, smarmy assholes who knew just how to fuck the lingering thoughts of any deadline or event planning out of your mind if you played your cards right.
He handed you a shot glass. “What should we toast to?”
“To taking next week off.”
“Yeah? What’ve you got planned?”
You threw back your shot. “Nothing.”
“That’s no fun. How does a few days in Miami sound?”
You nearly scoffed. Of course he could make something like that happen on such short notice. For forty years running he was America’s superhero and Vought’s cash cow. After a night of schmoozing at the investor gala, he could very well clear out his schedule and fuck off for a week of sun, sand, and sex, too.
“I might need some convincing.”
“Then make yourself comfortable,” he said, walking back to the minibar to pour another shot for each of you. Almost comical, he’d have to drink the whole bottle and then some to feel the same way you did after two shots.
You glanced at the open door. “Someone might see.”
“Are you gonna make me repeat myself?”
Sparing the door one more glance, you worked at unbuttoning your blouse, tossing it aside. You shimmied out of your skirt and let it fall to the floor.
“Heels stay on,” he said, his back to you. “Everything else off. Everything.”
With a hesitant huff, you unhooked your bra and pulled off your panties, throwing them in his direction when he turned around with the shot glasses. You made yourself comfortable on top of your desk, pushing some of your belongings aside to accommodate you.
He whistled lowly as you quickly finished off the second shot he gave you. “Look at you sitting pretty for me.” His green eyes burned a hole through you, though your gaze was fixed on the prominent bulge in his pants. He brought his shot glass to your lips. “Drink up, sweetheart.”
And you did, forcing the alcohol down as your vision blurred with tears at the unrelenting burning in the back of your throat. Felt some whiskey dripping from the corners of your mouth when you drained the shot glass. He collected the excess from your lips with his thumb, sucking it clean as he kept his eyes locked with yours.
“See how much fun we have together?” he asked, leaning over you until you laid back on top of your desk. “Could do that all next week.”
He kissed you, hard and mean like you needed him to. Perfect teeth that caught your bottom lip between them for a moment before releasing. Whiskey on his tongue that went to your head even though you knew he could hardly feel it. Rough hands feeling up your breasts, giving your nipples a harsh tug that made you moan in his mouth.
“You’re soaked,” he said, his voice husky as he rubbed his fingers between your slick folds with tantalizingly slow strokes. “If you wanted it, all you had to do was ask.”
“Fuck,” you whispered.
“What was that?”
You groaned in frustration. “Just fuck me already.”
“Don’t have to tell me twice.”
His mouth was on yours again, nearly distracting you from the sound of a zipper, the your gut clenching in anticipation as he pulled his cock from his pants.
It’d been a while since you had to brace yourself to take him, but you were wet, and maybe a little more than tipsy, so your body gave little resistance when he slid his cock inside you. Though, if Soldier Boy were anything, it was a guy who took what he wanted anyway, giving you hardly a second to get used to the feeling of how his cock stretched your pussy before he was pounding into you with harsh, unforgiving thrusts that made you grip the edge of your desk.
Sometimes you forgot how strong he was. Hell, so did he, and there was little else you could do but lay there and take what he gave you. In all honesty, it was nice letting someone else take charge after having to hold it together all day. Let him fuck the stress out of you and replace it with all the aches and bruises that came with having sex with the strongest man on earth.
“Harder,” you forced out, pushing that damn rolodex onto the floor.
“I go any harder, I’m gonna break you in half, and I don’t wanna do that until I’ve got you locked away in a hotel room for a week.”
“What are you gonna do to me?”
“Whatever the fuck I want. Not like I don’t already.”
You moaned. “Soldier Boy—”
“I’m not pulling out, so you better be on the pill or say your damn prayers,” he growled, his hot breath kissing your skin. You were on the pill, but nevertheless your hips bucked at his words, pussy clenching around his cock. “Oh shit, you want that, don’t you?”
“Yes—oh my god!” you cried out, muscles cramping as your orgasm pulsed through you, pleasure stealing your breath, choking you gently enough to leave you dizzy. “Yesyesyes—fuck!” Your heart was beating so fast you thought it was going to explode in your chest, especially as he kept mercilessly pounding into you, chasing his own release.
He soon came with a groan, his cock twitching inside you as he bottomed out, practically knocking the wind out of you with a particularly hard thrust.
You felt empty and sticky when he pulled out, and you didn’t want to think about the poor soul who was gonna be cleaning the mess you and him left behind the following morning, because you sure as hell weren’t in any shape to clean up the cum that was leaking out of you and onto the floor.
You put your hands on your chest, trying to catch your breath as he stood over you. The guy hardly broke a sweat, and you felt like you just ran the New York City Marathon. Super stamina. God fucking bless America.
“Hey,” he said, waving his hand in front of your face. “You good?”
“Sure,” you managed to answer. “Except now I don’t know how I’m gonna walk out of here, let alone get home later.”
“The ride up to the 99th is quicker. And if you need more convincing about Miami—“
You pursed your lips, considering the work you still had left to do before you could reasonably call it a night. But you were tired, and admittedly drunk, and Soldier Boy was already hard again. “I might.”
#soldier boy x reader#soldier boy the boys#the boys x reader#the boys#the boys amazon#the boys tv#the boys soldier boy#the boys imagine#soldier boy imagine#soldier boy smut#im a feminist i promise#but do you ever think about how that man could literally break you in half if he wanted to?
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A YEAR IN FICS - 2023
I'm a little late this year but I wasn't gonna miss out on my favorite tradition. Here we go!
you fit me better than my favorite sweater: Jyn has a gift for Cassian for Christmas, but she's worried about his reaction. (1/1) Written for the Rebelcaptain Trees exchange
give me a lifetime and then fifty more: Cassian comes home after a prolonged trip and only wants to see his family. (1/1) Written for the Rebelcaptain Trees exchange
i think i'm falling back in love with you: Twelve years after the last time they saw each other, childhood best friends Jyn and Cassian cross paths once more... (1/1) Modern AU.
Blood Red Rose: 1920, London. An unknown creature dubbed 'the Beast' is terrorizing the streets at night. Vampire hunter Jyn Erso and recently turned vampire Cassian Andor might just be the city's only hope to catch the monster... (23/27) chapter 23 written in 2023
let the cat out of the bag: Jyn's cat really likes her new fuck buddy. Jyn's not quite okay with this. (2/2) Modern AU. chapter 2 written in 2023 for a prompt
don't say you love me: Jyn's been in love with Cassian for eight years, but she never thought he felt the same. Right? Things get a little interesting when he asks her to be his fake girlfriend for a weekend... (3/6) Modern AU. Written for the Rogue One Crew exchange
objection, your honor: Cassian Andor hasn’t lost a case in two years, but what he doesn’t know is that neither has she. And Jyn decides he needs to be knocked down a peg or two.It’s so much more satisfying to win as the underdog. OR, Jyn and Cassian are rival divorce lawyers who also sometimes hook up. This can only end well, right? (1/2) Modern AU.
but will you return? i came looking for you: She didn’t need a weapon, she would slaughter them all with her bare hands. She just needed a location. (1/1) Written for the Rebelcaptain's Whumptober 2023
fear conditioning: There was something wrong with Cassian. Something that made him look at her like she was a monster. (1/1) Written for the Rebelcaptain's Whumptober 2023
left behind: Rule number one: you didn’t fight a horde. You ran. (1/1) Zombie AU. Written for the Rebelcaptain's Whumptober 2023
tragedy in your blood: If she pretends it’s not happening, if she pretends she’s somewhere else, safe and warm in Cassian’s arms, it’s not real, right? (1/1) Major Character Death warning. Written for the Rebelcaptain's Whumptober 2023
Amas Veritas: Jyn's a young witch who's just trying to keep her head down. But when Orson Krennic returns to town years after he allegedly killed her father, she can't help feeling like this is her chance to get some payback. What's supposed to be a harmless hex quickly turns deadly, and Jyn must now make sure no one ever finds out what she did or risk going to prison. But the pull she feels towards Cassian Andor, the private investigator the Krennics have hired complicates matters, and it doesn't help that she's sworn off love years ago due to a nasty love curse that sits upon her family. On top of it all, Krennic's ghost might be haunting her... This Halloween is shaping up to be the worst one Jyn's ever had. (6/7) Practical Magic AU. chapter 6 written in 2023
so much for stardust: Nobody would be surprised that Galen Erso’s daughter and Director Krennic’s ward liked to do things the unconventional way. OR, Jyn grows up on Coruscant but that doesn't mean she won't fight the Empire (1/1) Written for the Rebelcaptain Secret Santa exchange
Prompts, requests and drabbles:
College AU
I told you that I’d never leave you; I’m not going anywhere
Total works: 15 (12 new ones)
Total wordcount: 72 494
Yeah, not as good as in previous years, but I was expecting that. Still better than I thought it would be so I'm quite satisfied! These little fandom events helped tremendously <3
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Any headcanons you have about Ghost Writer?
So, sorry it took forever to reply! Here’s a couple I had saved;
Ghostwriter did serve his time while in Walker’s prison after the Christmas truce episode. Surprisedly, he managed to get out early after convincing the warden on starting a book club with some of the good behavior inmates to prevent a potential boredom spurred prison riot. Even after getting out, Ghostwriter still hosts the book club for the prison on a biweekly basis along with his usual one he hosts at his library.
In his past life, he was a librarian, ghostwriter/copyeditor and archivist in the same library that is now is his lair. He died in the 1980s.
Ghostwriter died after being hit by a car on his way to work. it’s basically an isekai situation for him when he discovered his new powers and believes to be the main character/narrator in his own story. Until you know the real main character shows up lol.
I think his name was originally Stephen (Pronounced as “Steven”) Woolf Ellison, he will get annoyed if you pronounced his name wrong. His name is a combination reference to his favorite writers Virginia Woolf, Stephen King and Harlan Ellison.
Loves all genres but has a soft spot for science fiction, horror, thriller, and any thing that evokes a stream-of-consciousness prose style in the reader.
I see him and Danny making amends on their last encounter by Danny visiting his library and begging him to let him read a book that he originally had but got stolen/destroyed by Dash and he could not a find a new copy anywhere else. GW has a heart for kids that got bullied obviously and for ones that go the extra mile in being dedicated to their studies. He allowed him to use the book on two conditions, Danny read the book in the library until he finished it and that GW could edit/review it afterwards. And his form of payback was giving Danny the most scathing constructive criticism he had in his life for a book report.
Has pretty much memorized all the books in his lair and always accepting new additions but he’s super selective in the condition and content bc he’s a snob about literature. His skills in typing would make Technus jealous given his ghostly ability allows him to type faster than a normal human and even ghost.
His lair is also connected to a theater that belongs to an oc of mine known as the Director. Their lairs became connected due to their love for the arts and culture behind the creative arts. It has helped significantly in getting more people to visit their area to learn and enjoy that stuff ever since (Just be careful, the Director has the ability to make anyone he wants sing and perform if he thinks you can, think music meister but more well meaning).
He now hates oranges ever since the Christmas Truce incident. If you wanna befriend him, bring him a muffin or pear instead.
Only reason he goes by Ghostwriter than his original name is because he thought it was a requirement for ghosts to come up with a new name for themselves similar to a pen name.
#danny phantom#danny fenton#dp#phandom#dp hcs#my hcs#my ocs#dp oc#dp ghostwriter#ghostwriter#a little too wordy for my liking but I wanted to make up for the long time it took to reply#stephen ellison#my asks#ghostly speaks#dp walker
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stuff that made me go 👀 from ep1
Well, gore-y horror from between 70s-90s w queer subtext is one of my most favorite genres ever, so obviously this show is right up my alley. Just the idea of Thai folk horror and 90s slasher fusion w a bunch of tense gay situationships sprinkled on top sounds like a dream to me <3
so OFC I enjoyed the first episode, the gore, haunting past, creepy mask and dick biting and all & now i'm ready to theorize
here are some little details that got my attention and some thoughts that were thunk by me:::::
After Por's (Us) classic setting-the-up-story horror tale gets called out as teasing from White (Fuaiz), Por and Top (Jet) turn the accusation back to his boyfriend Tee (JJay), calling him the best at tricking the younger ones/newcomers to the group.
Based on the trailers, it's safe to assume that in the past, it was Non (Barcode) who was the gullible young one and he was bullied (among other things that will happen to him) even after group decided to utilize him for the short film. Compared to loudmouths Por and Top, Tee seems more on the quiet and stoic side (albeit w anger issues) so this is definitely a clue. Trailers made me think Por was the main terrorizer of Non but maybe Tee played a bigger role.
If Non is the whatever the hell that is dwelling the forest, then why did he cop a feel from Tee while him and White were busy being the couple who chooses the worst time and place to get nasty in a horror? Is it a payback for the tricking the young ones Tee was so good at?
If this isn't a translation mistake, Jin (Copper) calls the movie "his" even though the credits says otherwise.
Firstly, I want to thank my trusty Yandex Image Translator for making this revelation possible:
While Jin says that he made the film for a contest he was in, it's Por who is credited as the Writer/Director/DoP. In fact, Jin's name is only under the cast list, along w Tee, Top and Fluke (Bump).
And maybe even MORE IMPORTANTLY, although we clearly saw him in the movie, taking off the mask just before Por shuts of the laptop & later Top admits he wrote the story, Non's name is nowhere to be seen in the credits. Not only he "disappeared", they also made it seem like he wasn't there in the first place. Uhmm, that's a cunty move to do to an old "friend"...
That really suspicious and ambiguous conversation between Tee and Por.
They might be talking about Non BUT Tee specifically says he doesn't want HIM, which i'm assuming to be White, to get involved and find out more. Por's face drops at first but then he brushes it off w saying it wouldn't matter even if he did because its not relevant anymore.
There are also other new guys who are oblivious to their past but it's White who is worrying Tee. Along w Por's reaction and him constantly teasing their relationship, I think this might be a sign that Tee and Por might have some kind of history??? I am hoping that as messy gay entangled relationships on top of the supernatural horrors would be even more fun!!!!!!!!!
Phi and White's lil sexual tension moment.
Here's the thing: this wasn't even a set up for Jin or Tee to get jealous or anyone to get thoughts because they weren't there to see it. It just happened so quickly and then Phi turned back his attention to Jin to get scolded (as he should) BUT i was stuck on it because what was the reason????????????? Why did White seemed lost in thought over it?
Jin might be jealous of Tan (Mio) for some fucking reason?
Jin gives Phi half a blowjob, BITES HIS DICK (best moment of the ep), chews him out (verbally) and then suggests Tan in his place. Well, Tan and Phi do seem close and Tan knows about their failed FWB. Still, it's interesting that Jin singled out Tan and thinks they had a similar thing, even though Phi assures him that isn't the case.
Honestly, the possibility of tangled relationships is getting to me AHHHH I didnt get that vibe from the trailer at all but I will be glad to see it. Insert the *I'm excited because I love mess* gif I cant be bothered to search rn.
Top being the token salacious fool archetype of this slasher.
Following up on the theme of horror gays being in entangled situationships: A high Top making passes at his friends might not lead anywhere as it just might be him fulfilling his role as the facetious, big mouth guy. But i will just put it aside just in case..... 👀👀
Bonus strays thoughts::
According to character profiles, all the boys are the same age, except Tan and White who are 2 years younger
Por says to Tan "you two got in [their friend group] in 12th grade". I am assuming other person is Phi as White got into the group as the boyfriend. I want to see how they got to be friends tho.
Smoker Tan has asthma and he needs an inhaler which definitely won't be a big problem in the future, right?
It's interesting how Phi wants to be a director and we fittingly saw him being a leader, being levelheaded and "directing" the critical situations, assigning roles to the group etc
Top claims Non is haunting them because they completed his film without him. Babygirl, I dont know if intellectual property theft is enough to turn into an evil ghost, I know you guys did more than that.
Random but I kinda want Fluke to be the Final Girl, surviving until the end w just a puke bag and 2 years of medicine knowledge.......
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Female Reader x Rooster
Time: Post-Top gun: Maverick
Y/n Blackwood - L/n, daughter of Charlotte "Charlie" Blackwood. Y/n took a strong interest in planes from a young age. Knowing her father was an esteemed pilot drew her even further into the navy. Quickly, she became one of the best solo pilots and graduating at the top of her class at Top Gun.
Her next mission? Return to Top Gun, Face certain death, romantic interests, and finally, her thought-to-be-dead, father.
This book contains strong language and sexual content that may be sensitive readers under the age of 18
This story was originally posted on Wattpad, follow me on there for faster updates. I have published a non-binary version of this story published there for those who do not identify as female or use she/her pronouns. It will follow the exact same story line.
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Master list
Dogfight
Third Person POV
"Good morning aviators." Pete Mitchell announced to the eager group of pilots before him.
"This mornings training I will be putting you into two teams. Your planes will be marked with a blue or a red sticker. Your objective, keep your entire team alive, while also eliminating the opponent."
The pilots got excited, murmuring among themselves and already forming hopeful team alliances.
"Hey what's the prize if we win?" Payback asked. Some people groaned a little as apparently he had come up with the punishment last time.
Pete thought for a moment, bringing his finger to his chin and stroking it thoughtfully.
"How about, losers buy everyone a round?"
The pilots cheered, loving the idea as they stood up and started arguing with one another, saying things like; "you're going down" and "I hope you brought your wallet."
Pete laughed at their excitement, but had to get stern with them after receiving a look from warlock that told him to do so.
"First up, Wolf, fanboy and payback, hangman, Team red. Rooster, Coyote, Pheonix and Bob, team blue. Let the fun begin."
The pilots quickly made their way to the planes. The plane directors allowed the blue team to fly into the air first, the red team would follow in five minutes. The red team watched as the blue team soared off one by one into the air.
"Red team this is Wolf, ready for take off."
"Payback and Fanboy, ready for take off."
"Hangman, ready to kick some ass."
The red team was then shot into the blue morning sky. Clouds laced themselves thick and dense across they sky, allowing for plenty of cover for the Red team to hide. The Red team lowered their planes to glide along the bottom of the cloud cover. The blue team was flying below in a single file line, far enough apart to make any quick and necessary decisions.
"I'll dive down to break up the group, be prepared to split off and chase. Sound good?" Wolf asked the group, checking a few switches and then gripping her joystick, readying the plane.
"Copy, lead the way." Payback answered, preparing his plane himself.
Hangman rolled his eyes, checking his plane and then looking up into the sky.
"Hangman, I need a copy or another idea." Wolf urged him, not wanting to cause a wreck between the pilots from miscommunication.
"You go, I've got my own idea." Hangman pulled the plane off, disappearing back up into the clouds to be unseen again.
"Hangman! Damnit." Wolf hissed, anger flashing in her voice. She then remembered that this was what hangman did. She could only hope he came around later.
"We're behind you wolf, on your go." Fanboys voice rang into the headset, making wolf smile.
"Copy, thanks Fan, I'm going in."
Lower in the skys, the blue team was formulating a plan of their own. Rooster led the pack in the front, Pheonix and Bob in the middle and Coyote in the back.
"We're too close to the hard deck for them to attack from below, they've gotta be above us." Rooster advised his team, unofficially becoming the group leader.
"Bob watch that radar and yell the second you see anything. I'll break left, Pheonix and Bob break right, Coyote you go straight forward as fast as possible. We can play chase and try to get our trailers into the line of others fire."
Back at base, Maverick was eating breakfast and listening to the radio. He couldn't help but feel pride for Rooster taking the lead on this one and instructing his fellow pilots. He had grown so much as a pilot these last few years.
There was silence in the air, no wind blowing making the clouds still. Bob listened intently for a beep, watching the radar closely for any signs of company. Then finally, a small dot appeared on his radar. Bob gasped.
"Bogie Bogie! Coming in hot and fast directly behind us!"
"Everybody break!" Rooster barked, steering his plane hard to the left. He was thankful when he looked behind him to see Pheonix and Bob off to the right. Coyote pushed up and forward, quickly disappearing into the cloud cover.
Wolf widened her eyes as she saw the team split off in different directions. "I'm going left, left!" She announced, turning her plane to the side hard in order to make the tight turn and successfully chase her target.
"Copy, I'm going right!" Payback confirmed and the two pilots began their chase on the targets. Wolf cursed in her mind, hoping that strangler plane would meet hangman in the clouds. As she chased the pilot she quickly realized it was Rooster. She smirked to herself speeding up to ride roosters tail. She stayed there, matching his speed and anticipating the turns. Her radar lock button circling around the area so the warning sounds would blast in roosters ears as he flew. Iceman had taught her this while she flew underneath his guidance. He called it flying ice cold, wearing someone out until they made a mistake.
Wolf was the last thing that Rooster wanted at his tail. He stood his ground, making sharp turns and executing rather difficult maneuvers but she stayed on his tail the entire time. The beeping warning of the radar lock in his ears caused pressure, he began to panic.
Fanboy and payback raced after Pheonix and Bob, falling just enough behind to not be able to get a lock on them.
An alarm blared inside the cab, causing fanboy to whip around and look behind them.
"Coyote's got lock on us!"
"Shit!" Payback cursed.
"I got you guys." Hangman's voice sang a symphony inside the teams headsets as he dove down from the clouds, hot on Coyote's tail.
A steady beep rang from inside the planes cockpits.
"Fanboy and payback, down." Coyote announced, pulling off the radar. The alarm in his cabin then blared loudly, causing him to jump. Coyote looked behind him to see Hangman's plane.
Hangman smirked, satisfied at his job well done.
"Coyote Down."
Two planes wizzed by Hangman's view. He saw Wolf riding Roosters tail. He smirked, pulling off his path and flying quickly towards them. He took a few short cuts through the air and finally pulled up ever so slightly underneath the duo.
"Wolf, disengage so I can take the shot." Hangman instructed, knowing he could have a clear shot without his teammate in the way.
Wolf was astonished that he was there following them. She growled in anger at his appearance.
"I've got this Hangman! Go get Pheonix and Bob!"
"I have a clear shot you just need to move! All you're doing is chasing." Hangman argued with her, getting frustrated and inching closer.
"Hangman Disengage! I can handle this!" She yelled into her headset, arguing with her teammate.
"You disengage so I can take the shot!" Hangman snapped back at her.
Suddenly a long tone rang in the cockpit of Wolfs plane. She quickly looked around for the source of the radar.
Pheonix and Bob had appeared from above and managed to get a radar lock on the top plane.
"Wolf is down."
"Shit!" Wolf spat, her rage boiling to her head as she veered off the path and left the last three to fight it out.
Hangman knew he needed to disengage, but the second that Wolf left he had a clear shot at rooster. His ego was too large to let him turn and run from this fight.
It was as if domino's were falling. One pilot down, a second one down; one right after the other.
"Rooster is down!" Hangman yelled into his headset.
"Hangman down!" Phoenix said triumphantly. Just like that, one stupid egotistical moment caused the red team to lose.
The last of the planes landed back on solid ground. The Blue team celebrated their triumphs and promises of free drinks to be cashed later.
One pilot in particular was steaming with rage. Hangman had been on the ground and out of the plane for less than two seconds before he was greeted by an angry Wolf.
Wolf shoved Hangman's shoulders forcefully, causing the taller man to stumble around.
"I had him!" She yelled, catching the attention of the other pilots who quickly made their way towards the commotion. Maverick, who had just come around the corner and seen the commotion, also started to make his way over.
"You weren't going to hit him that close, I had the better shot!" Hangman's Anger now began to simmer as he hardened his face and shoved Wolf back. Wolf stumbled back, ready to leap forward but she was caught by someone's arm wrapping around her waist. She smelled the familiar pine and amber scent.
"You and you're big fucking ego got in my way!" She spat as she jumped forward again to try and take another jab at Hangman.
Payback and Coyote had joined Hangman's side, blocking him in case he tried to go at his fellow crew mate again.
"At least I was doing something instead of playing chase the chicken!"
Rooster had managed to spin them around to where his back was now facing hangman and his front facing Wolf. He let go of her, gently but sternly encouraging her in the direction of the hanger.
"Walk away y/n. It's not worth it." He said sternly.
Wolf gave up, anger blinding her as she turned around and walked away from the situation.
"This is exactly how it was in school with that idiot." Her voice faded as she raged on, storming past Maverick despite his efforts to try and talk to her.
Rooster turned around and put his arms out wide, then dramatically dropping them.
"Really? Chase the chicken?"
Hangman shrugged, disengaging in the situation and walking off in the opposite direction.
Maverick's eyebrows were raised in wonder at the situation before. He wondered what even happened.
"Remind me not to put those two on a team again." He spoke to the group, who all silently nodded in an agreement That might be for the best in this situation.
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I laid in my bed in a pair of comfortable leggings and a Large T-shirt. I skipped lunch and opted for eating dinner in my room. I was embarrassed for losing my temper in front of everybody. I also was angry at Hangman for what he did. It was stupid and proved that he hadn't changed one bit.
I was reading one of my favorite books to help take my mind off things when I felt my phone buzz. I got a message from an unknown number.
I sighed, finally deciding to roll myself out of my comfortable solitude. I found some jeans, throwing them on and then tucking my shirt into my pants. There, a little more presentable.
I began to brush my hair, putting on some perfume, and checking my teeth and breath to make sure they smelled decent. I popped in a piece of gum just in case.
I put on some shoes I didn't care about. Knowing people at the bars there was a likely chance they would get stepped on or a drink dropped on them. Its better to not care about them.
I made my way outside of the compound, my sunglasses on my head and a piece of gum in my mouth. I squinted at the bright sun and quickly went to the parking lot. I noticed Bradley there, leaning against his car. He looked up when I got closer, giving me a small smile.
"You know how to drive a standard?" He asked.
"Yes?" I responded in confusion. He then tossed me the keys to his vehicle. I quickly caught them in my hands, a wide smile quickly spread across my face which Bradley had returned to me.
I drove us to The Hard Deck while Bradley played every classic 80's rock song you can think of. We were singing, air guitaring, air drumming, an entire heavy metal band made out of imaginary instruments.
We got to the bar and I put the car in park, admiring the interior of the vehicle for a moment.
"She's beautiful. Thank you for trusting my driving abilities." We shared in a chuckle, Bradley moving his arm to be behind the headrest of my seat and he rotated to get a better look at me.
"You're welcome. I expect the favor to be returned though." He warned me with a waving of his finger.
I hummed in thought, putting on a face of pretend thinking.
"We'll see if you're worthy."
"If I'm worthy? What does that mean!" He was fake flabbergasted, looking astonished. Before our conversation could continue any farther, a loud crash came from inside the bar, followed by the sounds of multiple people yelling.
Bradley and I looked at each other quickly and then at the entrance of the bar, jumping into action and running inside to see what had happened.
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i would love to hear any director’s commentary/insight on that scene in ch2 where christian offers a hand to orlando after drill and orlando refuses it 👀 anything fun to share abt their dynamic and/or characterization? 🌷
OUGH love this scene.
It's an important moment for both boys. Orlando a little more so.
Sadly, I cant gush or go TOO much in depth about why its so important/neat to me, because WOAH WOAH its spoilers. But I'm just gonna say; there will be a call-back to this scene in the future.
But, there's some stuff I can say on Christian!
Christian hasnt felt strongly about Orlando up to this point; not really getting Atkins' "unnecessary" (in his eyes) approach of aggravating him constantly as payback, but also not being 100% on board with Percy eagerly wanting to befriend him. Even more so, considering Orlando has been very passive aggressive towards them. But mostly towards Percy. And people picking on Percy has always riled him up. This moment where Orlando refuses his help, to get up of all things, for no apparent reason, irks Christian in particular. In his mind, Orlando is being a stuck up asshole. He has been giving him the benefit of the doubt up to this point, but it kinda dawns on him then, especially with how he's been acting towards him and Percy, that the guy is not worth that kindness. Which is why Christian, in turn, becomes a little abrupt/passive aggressive towards Orlando at the end of the chapter. If this is how Orlando was really going to act like, "being the bigger person" was a waste of effort in Christian's eyes. If Orlando was going to be petty, so would Christian.
Some context Orlando too, without going really in to detail for the sake of future releases— He is STUNNED that Christian would do such a thing as offer to help. Orlando is 100% aware of how he's treated the rest of his comrades up to that point. And after all that, Christian still offers to help him up? It's obscene.
There's a huge rush of emotions in that doe eyed glare of his when Christian extends his hand out; shock, astonishment... maybe a part of him was touched. He did think about taking that helping hand, but ultimately didn't. Orlando's next logical choice after being offered and turning down the olive branch (because in reality, that's what it was) is to go make a fuss about something else, and pretend that moment never happened.
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Hi hi, could you write about Dr. Glass, Dr. Iceberg, Dr. Bright and SCP-073 with an S/O who absolutely loves making people flustered (not to the point where people get uncomfortable) and sometimes they look at someone (or an SCP) like "yeah, I can definitely take you"
Yah yah!!
(As always Dr. Bright/Shaw has been replaced by Dr. Ambrose)
Peeps with an s/o who loves making people flustered
Dr. Glass
-on this list Glass is definitely the one to get the most flustered, if you're his s/o all you gotta do is just smile at him and he'll blush at you
-so it's not a hard task to make him super flustered, but when you're doing it to other people he gets a lil jealous
-you don't even really get a chance to make others around you flustered before Glass drags you away with a blush on his face
-he tries to keep up an 'angry' look but the minute you say those dreaded words "jealous Simon?" His face goes as red as a damn tomato
-super flustered boy no matter what
Iceberg
-So it'll be a liiiil hard to make him flustered, but it's not impossible!
-just gotta press his buttons right and he'll end up as red as a damn cherry. He will be upset later if you made him flustered in public.
-when you're making other people flustered though? He doesn't really care much unless you get touchy with them. The minute he see's touchiness he adds himself into y'alls conversation
-he's also the type of guy to try and make you flustered, after all he calls himself a 'hopeless romantic' so as payback he tries to do the same
-it's up to you if it works or not lolol
-he secretly enjoys you trying to make him flustered, he doesn't enjoy you trying to make others flustered though..well except that time where you told SCP 035 you could 'take them' that made him giggle a lil
Dr. Ambrose
-damn impossible challenge go
-Jack cannot become flustered so easily, she's been alive for a long ass time he's seen it all.
-maybe in their JR researcher days they would have a bright red face and stutter like crazy. But they've been through a shit ton of people who've attempted the same thing as you making the site director flustered
-in fact she tries to make YOU flustered and it def works bc he's seen some shit. Try to make him flustered and they'll throw something 10xs better right back at ya
-Ambrose also doesn't really care if you make others flustered, sure they'll be a liiiil jealous
-they do blush around you though just randomly because they luuuuuuv you so much
Scp-073
-Another immortal man on this list who's seen it all
-but! Surprisingly he does get pretty flustered by some of the stuff you say
-if you get touchy with him and super close he'll blush and maybe stutter a lil
-He's also a pretty 'traditional' guy so he gets a lil hurt if he sees you making others flustered.
-you'll most likely have to stop that and only make him flustered if you wanna still be his pookie
Hope you enjoyed! And as always requests open!
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If Amanda the Adventurer had a good ending Epilogue
Riley: So yeah...That's what happened. Luckily, this story has a happy ending.
(Rebecca and Sam are reunited while Riley looks at the two with tearful eyes before it shows the two of them now playing in front of a farm, along with a baby sheep)
After finding Rebecca's Body, Sam finally reunited with his daughter, and the two of them decided that they BOTH needed a break from the spotlight, so they used whatever they had left, and moved out to a small little farm house. They even adopted a sheep.
Rebecca: I'm gonna call him Wooly!
Riley: Thanks to enough evidence and some very angry parents. Hameln Entertainment was shut down, effective immediately. Turns out summoning demons and broadcasting a show that lures kids away doesn't sit well with a national audience.
(Shows a large crowd of angry adults either throwing rocks and molotov cocktails at the building that was Hameln Entertainment as the employees inside were being arrested by the police. The crowd then boos and jeers at the Director who is angrily trying to resist arrest.)
Riley: All those that worked in Hameln Entertainment were arrested on the spot, and All the kids that were lured away by them were returned to their parents...much to their annoyance.
Director: GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME! DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?!
Riley: Amanda finally found peace, and all of the other characters in the show came back after being gone for so long. Even Wooly!
(Shows Amanda having a picnic with more kids her age, the eyes on the buildings and trees all gone)
Riley: Wooly published his own book, and it was an overnight success. Be sure to buy his book, "The Demon in Little Girl's Clothing" at a book store near you.
(Shows Wooly signing a book in front of a large crowd with a cover that reads "The Demon in Little Girl's Clothing". And shows him and Riley trying to fight Amanda's demon)
Riley: And in case you're wondering about that demon that took on the form of Amanda in the show, well, she's actually really nice. And VERY Loyal to Rebecca. Makes a pretty nifty protector against people that want payback
(Shows the Director and a few scientists who broke out of jail, and are trying to drug Rebecca...only to get face to face with a very angry demon...cue very loud screams and her chasing them away.)
Riley: As for me. I finally decided to continue what my Aunt started, and I went on to solve more paranormal mysteries. Which reminds me...I'm on the trail of a big one.
(Shows Riley in a warehouse that says "Welcome to Playfellow Workshop! Neighbor!")
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The Bangtan Gal Chapter 50- Payback
Chapter Summary: BTS film For You. Hobi and the Maknae Line prank Jen to piss her off by acting loud on purpose while she slept. Jennie gives them a taste of their own medicine by using pots and pans to wake them up. Jungkook is on edge as he anticipates Jen's move to prank him.
Words: 7,000+
Genre: Jungkook Fluff!
Author's Note: Remember Bad Girls Club? With Tanisha? I got inspiration from that for Jen's prank! Iconic.
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On the set for the For You MV, Jennie wore a yellow hoodie with jeans and Nike sneakers.
With her hair in a messy bun, she also wore glasses, which showed a cuter side of her because of how they framed her face. Hobi and Taehyung kept gushing on how adorable she looked with the glasses, as she tried her best to avoid their teasing.
As a camera filmed her getting her makeup retouched, she spoke about her role in the MV with nervousness. “So, I have a babysitting role in this. Babysitting. I’m going to be with cute, small children. I’m a bit on edge about it, I don’t think I’m good with kids. I have a feeling we’re going to have a tough time filming.”
She was overthinking everything with this music video. She was still emotional over what had happened back at home and now had to deal with making sure her shots were great for the MV.
But will the kids give her a hard time? Will there be any chemistry?
For her role, Jennie was to be filmed babysitting three children who looked around the age of 6 to 8 years old. Two Japanese boys and one girl. Adorable child actors they were. It brought a smile to her face as she watched the little girl with pigtails eagerly approach her and say hi. She seemed the most outgoing.
One of the boys stood next to the girl and introduced himself, asking Miss Bangtan if she was into any “cool boy stuff” and not the “girly stuff”. His eyes lit up when she mentioned all the video games she would play whenever she could, and also the anime she watched. The boy even gave her suggestions of what anime to check out.
It seemed like Miss Bangtan had overthought things because the children were quite enjoyable to be around and she seemed to be at ease. But most importantly, she made them feel comfortable, which was always something she strived for when meeting new people.
“We’re gonna play dress up and dolls and tag and patty cake and...” The little girl went on as Jennie nodded eagerly, amused.
This was going to be an interesting music video.
Jennie turned to the last little boy. As she observed him, she noticed that his cheeks were pink and he averted his eyes from her, trying to keep his distance.
Was he shy?
For some reason, the kid reminded her of Jungkook. Quiet, kept to himself, took more time to open up. She wanted to make the boy feel comfortable, but how?
With Jungkook, she sparked a conversation with him about Iron Man, and things blasted from there. Now the Golden Maknae claimed her as his “Golden Best Friend” and they were inseparable as their bond grew stronger day by day.
As the filming began, it started with Jennie running around with the kids, playing tag in the house. The director wanted her to first look happy, enjoying the fact that she and the others were working hard at their jobs just so their Golden Maknae could get a plane ticket to see his long distance lover.
Filming progressed as Jennie covered her eyes and began to count while the children started to run around to find a hiding spot. After she counted to ten, she instantly knew where they were hiding but pretended to have a hard time looking for them so they could enjoy the game longer. When she caught them, they giggled wholeheartedly.
After taking a brief break, Jen sat at a table with the shy boy. They had a sheet of math homework in front of them, as the camera started rolling. They were told to improvise, no script involved, just enough shots to show her helping him with his homework.
Jungkook, who was watching in the background chuckled softly at the scene as Jimin and Tae joined him.
“Remember she was freaking out when she found out she would be filming with children? She’s doing just fine.” Jimin praised.
The three boys had tried to distract Jennie while she was filming and even made derp faces, which worked because she started to laugh with the shy kid who kept giggling at them.
Getting back on track, filming started again and she began to speak, “Looks like for this homework, all you have to do is addition.” She checked out the paper.
“I don’t like math...” The boy murmured with a frown.
“Why not?”
“It’s too hard. Can we play a little more?” He pouted.
She was tempted to say yes because he was just too adorable, but she remained focused. “After you finish your homework.”
“Please~?”
“After the math, I promise we can play, okay?”
“Do you pinky promise?”
Smiling softly she stuck out her pinky and linked it with his. “Pinky promise.”
The Maknae Line had smiled at the cute gesture between her and the little boy. It was always nice to see her like this.
"Jennie would be a great mom," Taehyung said as Jimin and Jungkook agreed. "She's so gentle with him,"
“Now, let’s go to the first question. 4 plus 5.” Jen read.
“Um...” The boy hesitated and stayed silent for a moment.
The table seemed more interesting in his eyes as he ignored the question. Jennie let him be, watching him. With her elbows on the table and palms resting on her upper arms, she remained patient. The boy had looked up at her, noticing her waiting for any type of response to the question as a soft smile came across her face. He shyly looked away and tried to think of an answer, but to no avail.
The Maknae Line continued to watch, admiring her sense of patience with the boy.
“Four and five together.” She spoke softly.
“Can we skip this one?”
She shook her head and let out a chuckle. “Four plus five. You’re adding four and five together.”
“Eight?”
“Hm...not quite. You’re close. You added four and four instead of five.”
“Can’t we just use a calculator?”
“We could but this worksheet doesn’t want you to use a calculator. It wants to test your math skills and challenge you. You can do it. Let’s try again.” She put up four fingers. “How many fingers am I holding up?”
“Four.”
“Let’s add five fingers. 1...2...3...4...5.” She counted as she now had nine fingers up. “How many is this?”
“Nine.”
“So, what is four plus five?”
“Nine?”
“That’s right!” She gave him a high five.
“Yay, can we play now?”
“After 19 more questions on this worksheet.”
“Aw, man...” He whined, causing her to giggle.
She looked up to see Jungkook watching them. She flashed him a smile and turned her concentration back to the worksheet. The little boy started to open up to her more. It was her kindness and soft tone of voice she used that made him feel comfortable. She was elated that he started talking to her more.
The next round of filming was to show her struggles while doing her job. The kids were asked to act as chaotic as possible, running around, trying to mess with anything around them, basically giving her a hard time as she tried to get them ready for bed. Jennie portrayed herself as exhausted, restlessly trying to get the kids to calm down and prepare for their bedtime. Even picking them up and carrying them to bed but then they would get out of bed and run around to play.
Once she finally got them settled, she sighed and finally relaxed on the couch. She quickly got off the couch when she heard the door open to see the parents walking in. Once they paid her for the service, she bowed and smiled gratefully.
After filming her shots with the kids, Jennie bowed and thanked everyone for their hard work. Kneeling, she wrapped her arms around the little girl and the outgoing boy who went to hug her.
“You’ll come back to Japan and remember us, right?” The boy eagerly asked.
“We’ll remain friends, right? You’ll come and visit?” The little girl beamed.
Once Jennie answered, happily saying, “You betcha.” She was met with loud yays.
As the two kids left, Jen noticed that the shy boy stopped following the others. Running back to her, he surprised her when he hugged her leg tightly.
“Oh!” She said in surprise, immediately kneeling to hug him back as a soft chuckle escaped her lips.
“Thank you for being a kind babysitter.” He smiled brightly and ran back to meet with the other kids.
She stood up, watching him leave. “Thanks for warming up to me.”
Changing her outfit, for when the group danced, she wore a black and white floral crop top and high waisted pants with a black choker. She still kept her glasses on, as she filmed her individual shots, smiling and showing a softer side.
She started to giggle and feel a little shy with the camera so close to her face and ended up covering her face, to laugh. The director liked the way it was genuine and kept the shot, deciding to put it in the MV.
Taking a break, while the others took turns with their filming, Jen sat down and checked out her messages.
Still no response from her sister, Vienna.
Bummed, she sighed. She’ll just have to wait. Hopefully one day she’ll talk to her again.
Her thoughts were interrupted when she felt a light pat on her head. Looking up, her eyes softened. She stood up to see Jungkook in his bear suit, with a large, adorable bear head on his head.
“Really?” She giggled while watching him dance around.
Jimin had suggested for Jungkook to find Jennie and show off his cute bear suit, portraying a mascot. He figured it would cheer her up since she was still fixated on what happened back at home.
The Golden Maknae opened his arms out, gesturing for her to bring it in, for a hug. She laughed and embraced him tightly. His cuteness with the bear suit, made her forget about her worries about her sister.
The day before they were to go back to Seoul, the members decided to take a trip to a local laser tag place to let loose. Taehyung suggested it and also thought it would help get rid of all the negative feelings Jen was still feeling from what happened at home. She appreciated the guys for trying to distract her and do whatever they could to take her mind off what happened with Vienna. It was working tremendously well.
Team Blue consisted of Jungkook, Taehyung, Yoongi and Hobi. While Team Red had Jennie, Namjoon, Jimin and Jin.
Putting on their gear, Jin helped Jennie put on her vest and adjusted it, making sure it was secure.
“Ready to win?” She asked him.
“Let’s do this, sweetie!"
When the match began, everyone started running, as pewing sounds and fake laser shots were heard. Yells, laughs and screams filled the room, while Jennie decided to take a defensive route and keep her distance from everyone. She could try to sneak up behind someone and take them down.
Jungkook had begun to follow her discreetly, aiming to shoot her vest when she least expected it.
Hearing someone behind her, Jen turned and pulled the trigger, to see Hobi screaming in surprise when his vest vibrated and he was immobilized for a few moments, unable to shoot.
Out of nowhere, Jungkook grabbed her from behind as she gasped in surprise. She squirmed out of his grip, grabbing his gun. She managed to start raising it in the air so he wouldn’t shoot, but his strength began to be too much to handle as he slowly started to lower it back down. He then turned his gun to one of the target spots on her vest, ready to shoot.
“Game over.” He pulled the trigger
“Muscled bunny.” She rolled her eyes when she was immobilized.
As the game progressed, she constantly got clean shots, earning points for her team.
“Freeze!” Taehyung giggled, pointing his laser gun from behind her.
She sighed and put her hands up in defense. “Okay. Okay.”
But before he could aim and shoot, she quickly turned around and smoothly hit one of the target spots on his chest when he was distracted from celebrating.
“Hey! No fair!”
“Gotta be quicker than that, Tae!” She patted him on the back and went to find the rest of his teammates.
When her team won the first round, Jen worked with Jin during the next round. Jin yelling and doing his trademark dance moves to try to distract the members so she could shoot them worked excellently.
But near the end of the round, she finally was shot, thanks to Jungkook and Hobi, who ganged up on her after taking Jin down.
She stared them down, narrowing her eyes as they giggled. “Hee hee, haha. I’ll remember that for the final round.” she pointed at them, unamused.
Jungkook’s team barely managed to win the second round thanks to a last minute shot from Hobi to Jin.
For the final round, Jen decided to go all out, coming for everyone. She was hit a few times but managed to hit more targets this round. Finding Jungkook, she placed her laser gun on his back as he froze.
“Any last words?” She demanded.
“Yeah. You’re too slow.” He responded.
Before she could comprehend what he meant, he quickly grabbed the gun out of her hand as they tried to fight for it. Backing her up against the nearest wall, she started to laugh.
“I win.” He grinned victoriously
“AH HA!” Jimin shot Jungkook. “Never let your guard down Kookie!” He giggled while the Golden Maknae gave him a dirty look, releasing Miss Bangtan.
“Better luck next time, Kook.” Jen patted him on the back and grabbed her gun before heading to another area.
“So...what were you two doing in the corner over here?” Jimin wiggled his eyes.
“Shut up, hyung.” Jungkook crossed his arms, waiting for his vest to recover so he could play again.
“Kookie’s mad that I ruined his moment with Jennie~” He teased.
Having enough, Jungkook wrapped his arm around his neck, putting him in a chokehold. “What was that?” He laughed as Jimin tried to get out of his hold, tapping out.
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Back in South Korea, Jen decided to text Hayoon to see if she was free. Hayoon invited her to meet with GFriend in one of the dance studios of Source Entertainment. When she arrived, she was immediately greeted with smiling faces and eagerly watched them practice
“Jennie! Have you been practicing our dances that Hayoon taught you?” Umji asked with a soft smile.
“Ah...a little bit.” Jennie rubbed the back of her neck.
But it wasn’t a little bit, she actually had spent more time trying to perfect the dance because she wanted to get it right, overcoming her embarrassment of acting cute with dances such as this.
“Show us!” Sowon suggested. The rest of the girls eagerly agreed.
“I’m going to be so awkward, but okay.” Jen stood up from sitting against the mirror.
“Yay! Make us proud!” Eunha beamed.
“And don’t forget to smile~!” Hayoon teased.
“And don’t forget to smile.” The Bangtan Girl mocked, getting in position while GFriend watched keenly.
Exhaling, Jen began to move once Glass Bead filled the studio.
‘Feet on point with the music.’ She thought as she started to dance. ‘And don’t forget to smile.’ She immediately had a bright smile on her face.
“Ah...so cute!” Yerin gushed.
As Jen danced the chorus of the song, keeping that bright smile on her face as requested, Hayoon had taken her phone to record her, before posting it on the BTS Twitter. ‘Hacked by Hayoon of GFriend. Jennie is so adorable~! You’ve worked hard!’
Near the end, with Jennie executing the high kick on beat with the song, GFriend watched on with proud smiles on their faces. Despite Jen’s reluctance, she danced well, and in sync with the song. As she finished the dance with the ending pose, she was met with loud cheers and applause.
"I did it! Thank you!" she looked relieved that her performance went well.
Jennie had continued to watch GFriend finish their dance practice and Hayoon had rested her head on her shoulder, resting her eyes.
Grabbing her phone, Jen takes a quick photo and tweets, ‘My shy girlfriend worked hard today. #JEN’
Of course, most fans automatically started shipping them together as a couple which was funny to them as they were always doing skinship. Hayoon was more touchy-feely than Jen after she opened up to her more. Now, she always tended to hug Miss Bangtan whenever she could.
Later on that day, Jennie arrived at the bowling place, to meet with GOT7. Bam Bam was the first to notice her walk in and ran to her, in the middle of a conversation with Jackson.
“Hey! You made it!” He grinned, wrapping his arms around her for a tight hug.
“Of course, wouldn’t miss it! I’m not late, am I?” She asked as she was released.
“Nah, just in time. Come on, the guys are over here.” He grabbed her hand and escorted her to where the rest of the members were.
She was excitedly greeted by the members, with Jackson picking her up and spinning her around.
“Before we play, we gotta pick teams. Teams of two sound good. Who is with who?” JB spoke.
“I pick Jennie!” Bam Bam shouted
“Of course you would.” Jackson teased him, as the rest of the members laughed.
“Jen, he would not shut up about you.” Yugyeom put Bam Bam on the spot.
“Yeah, he kept making sure we were here on time. So rushy.” Jinyoung chimed in.
“He was so excited that you were coming here today,” JB added.
Bam Bam shot glares at his members, who giggled at his reaction.
“Really? That’s so sweet that you really wanted me to be here. Thank you for inviting me and welcoming me here.” Jen spoke.
“Ah, it’s no big deal. I-I just like being around you.” Bam Bam felt his face warm up as he shrugged.
“I like being around you, too.”
The rest of the teams consisted of Mark & Jackson, Jinyoung & JB, and Youngjae & Yugyeom. They all get their bowling shoes and put their names on the monitor.
“What should we call ourselves?” Jennie asked.
“BamJen?” Bam Bam suggested.
“Cute!” She put in the name while the rest combined their names in teams. Sitting down on the couch, Bam Bam sat next to her.
“Hey, Jennie, I heard you have a dog,” Mark said, making her smile and nod. “What’s his name? Do you have pictures?”
“Yeah, he’s so adorable. Jungkook and I are taking care of him. His name is Tony.” She brought up photos on her phone and showed them.
“I want him.”
“Nah, he’s mine, haha. He’s a very friendly dog. I’ll see if I can bring him over, the next time I hang with you, guys.”
“Now that would be great.” He nodded in approval.
As the game began, Jen’s team was the first to bowl. “Ladies first.” Bam Bam gestured.
“Kick ass, Jennie!” Jackson cheered.
“Don’t hit any pins!” JB teased.
“Wait, can we use bumpers? Can we change it?” She asked. She was answered by a chorus of exaggerated Nos, as she shook her head. “Well, damn. Tough crowd.” She laughed and picked up a blue bowling ball.
“I believe in you, Jennie!” Bam Bam encouraged her.
“I hope it makes it in the gutter!” Yugyeom teased, earning a playful glare from her.
Rolling the ball, she anxiously watched it roll down and managed to hit three pins near the end, almost landing in the gutter. Bam Bam and Jackson’s cheering made her jump up and down in excitement.
“Woo! That was luck right there.” She beamed. For her second attempt, she rolled the ball and managed to get two more, and she was pleased that she at least got something.
She watched Youngjae go next, grabbing a bowling ball. He made sure to stand behind the line to turn back to them to say, “I feel a bit nervous.”
“You’ll do fine, just roll with it,” she reassured him. Once he rolled the ball, the ball fell directly into the gutter, while everyone applauded him. “That was just wonderful.”
For his second attempt, the ball fell into the gutter again.
“Can’t believe he did it again.” Bam Bam exclaimed.
Mark & Jackson were up, and Jackson decided to bowl for the team.
“Wang is ready!” Jackson confidently said. He let Mark touch it for good luck and as he rolled the ball, it landed right in the gutter. “This is all your fault!” He said to his partner, over everyone’s laughter.
“He’s not that good either!” Youngjae felt a little better that he was not the only one who was bad at bowling.
For the second attempt, Jackson managed to hit a couple near the end but got blasted by the members, claiming he wasn’t that good.
“No, this was just a warm-up!” Jackson tried to defend himself.
“Very interesting warm-up, that was.” Jen played along.
“I thought you had my back!” He shouted as she laughed
Junior was next and managed to score 9 points, effortlessly leaving only 1 pin left.
“Whoa!” Jen freaked out with the rest of the members.
As the game went on, Bam Bam was next to bowl for his team and got a strike. “Yeah!” she high fived him and hugged him in celebration.
When Jackson bowled again, he hit only a few pins at the end and started to complain. “This lane has a problem!”
“Lame! Don’t blame the game, Jackson!” Jen called him out.
“You’re not good, Jackson.” His hyungs claimed.
“Don’t judge me!” He whined.
Poor Jackson. Today wasn't his day.
As the game progressed, Youngjae rolled his ball into the gutter, yet again while Jennie, Bam Bam, Jackson and Mark, eagerly applauded his efforts.
“I’m angry! I can’t hit any pins!” Youngjae shouted.
Jennie snorted and rested her head on Bam Bam’s shoulder as she started laughing.
Once it was her turn again, she got the majority of the pins and earned a spare on her second attempt after knocking down the rest.
“Aye! We lit!” She celebrated.
“Atta girl!” Bam Bam picked her up and spun her around.
“Cheater! That was cheating!” Jackson playfully complained.
“Don’t hate the player, hate the game.” She said as she got set down.
Once it was Jackson’s turn again and he finally got a strike, making the members applaud him. He acted cool, swaggering as he brushed imaginary lint off his shoulder.
“Take that, Jennie.” He playfully opened his arms, waiting for her to clap back.
“Okay, I see you.” She responded, nodding in approval.
The members noticed that Jackson had ripped his pants while playing, which caused everyone to burst into laughter.
After the game, Bam Bam and Jennie managed to snag second place, and they took a break, eating lunch together. The two decided to check out the small arcade that was also with the bowling alley and played a round of basketball. Bam Bam had filmed her for 15 seconds on his Instagram and posted it.
Then he took a photo of her posing in front of her high score on the basketball game as she tweeted the photo on her phone, ‘Suga would be proud. #JEN’
Back at the dorm, Jungkook was with Jimin and noticed a new set of photos posted on their Twitter. He then glimpsed at her group selfie with GOT7.
‘Making new buddies! Thanks for making my day and spending time with me! Jackson, you’re A-OK in bowling, lol. #JEN’
“Ah...why does he gotta be so close to her like that...?” Jungkook unintentionally thought out loud as he recognized how close she and Bam Bam were.
“Jealous?” Jimin decided to tease when he noticed what Jungkook was grumbling about.
“No.”
“Whatever you say. But don’t worry. Things will be just fine, Jungkookie.” He reassured.
‘I promise it will. I’ll make sure of it.’ Jimin determinedly thought to himself.
Later that night, Jungkook, Jimin, Tae and Hobi played the Wii in the living room, while Jen went to bed early because she had an early schedule. Goofing around, Jungkook brought up a conversation on what should they do for a prank, for their dorm prank war.
“Why don’t we all work together to mess with someone?” Hobi suggested.
“But who?” Tae asked.
“What about Jennie?” Jungkook suggested.
“She’s sleep though,” Hobi reminded.
“So what? Let’s be loud and wake her.” Taehyung giggled.
“Let’s do this!” Jimin agreed.
As the night progressed, the guys turned the TV up a little louder, started to talk louder and even began to laugh louder than usual.
To Jennie, she grimaced at the loud disturbance that woke her up from her slumber.
“Are you friggin kidding me...?” She grumbled against her pillow
As they continued being loud, she slammed her hand on the pillow and angrily got up from her bed. Swinging her door open, she stomped over to the living room.
“Can you PLEASE keep it down? I have an early schedule tomorrow.” She crankily pleaded with them.
“Sorry, Jennie. We’ll stay quiet.” Hobi responded, watching her adjust her scarf, protecting her hair.
“Yeah, sorry for waking you.” Jungkook chimed in.
“Thank you...” She grumbled and went back to her room.
Getting back under the covers, she tried to go back to sleep. Not even five minutes later, she was disturbed again by loud yelling and laughter.
“GUYS! KEEP IT DOWN!” She yelled from her room.
“SORRY!” She heard Jimin yell back.
“For fuck sake...” She rolled her eyes.
She hated it whenever they would be this loud.
As they continued to be loud, which seemed like it was on purpose, she was fed up and ready to knock somebody out. Swinging her door open again, she marched back to the living room.
“All right, I’m about to kick all your asses. I am not the one, and I am not the number two, I TOLD you to BE QUIET! Shut the hell up! Do you NOT see my door closed!? I should NOT be hearing you when my door is closed!” She shouted at them with irritation.
The guys couldn’t help but laugh at how angry she was. Their prank was extremely successful. But this was terrible timing to prank her because she was incredibly irritable since it was past 2 AM.
“This shit isn’t funny!” She shouted. “I shouldn’t be hearing you right now, go to bed! Got damn!”
She tossed a pillow at them and stormed back into her room. This was going to be a terrible morning with a lack of sleep.
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A few days later, finding the perfect day for vengeance, Jennie made an effort to wake up earlier than usual. She warned Yoongi, Jin and Namjoon about what she was planning to do as a prank to get back at the others for disturbing her sleep. Yoongi appreciated the notice and eagerly accepted her earplugs to block out any sound. Namjoon pondered if the guys would be alive after she was done with them, and Jin had warned her that he wasn’t going to clean up any mess she made.
Today, she was going to be petty.
Walking into the kitchen, she went through the cabinets to find a set of pans and a set of pots.
“Pans or pots?” She mumbled, before deciding on the pans.
Placing them on the counter, she filled up some small buckets with ice cold water.
They really thought she was going to let that slide, but they will soon find out that they were mistaken.
Jungkook, Jimin, Taehyung and Hobi slept, enjoying their rest before they would have to get up for an early dance practice. The Dope era was around the corner and it would be soon that they start to film for the MV. Today was one of their last dance practices.
With Jungkook, he slept peacefully, but his slumber was short lived once he heard harsh noises, causing him to stir in his bed.
*BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG*
“Everybody wake up! ‘Errbody up! Rise and shine!” Jen’s loud voice was heard.
Jungkook was not surprised that she wanted to get him and his hyungs back for what they had done days prior. But loud noises aren’t going to annoy him as easily as he endured it.
“If she comes in my room...” The Golden Maknae murmured, plotting what he should do if she decided to mess with him while he was in bed.
Deep down, he hoped she would come to his room. He genuinely wanted her to do something to get back at him.
Meanwhile, with Jennie, she continued to walk around the dorm, making as much noise as possible. “I didn’t get no sleep cause of y’all! Y'all not gonna get no sleep cause of me! I didn’t get no fucking sleep cause of y’all! Y'all not gonna get no sleep cause of me! I didn’t get no sleep cause of y’all!” she shouted in English, thinking about Tanisha from Bad Girls Club.
She proceeded to slam the pans together, walking to where Hobi, Jimin and Tae were, making a lot of racket near their beds. She watched as they tried to tune it out by placing pillows over their heads.
“I’m not done, you think I’m done? This is only the beginning.” She placed the pans back in the kitchen and went to grab one bucket of ice water.
Hobi’s loud screech was heard as she splashed him with the frigid water, causing him to flop throughout the bed from the cold contact. He ended up falling off his bed, tangled in his bedsheets.
Deciding that Taehyung would be her next target, she went over to his bed, choosing to use her strength to toss over his mattress, causing him to roll out of his bed. He started laughing, trying to plead with her to spare him, but she lifted the mattress and placed it on top of him.
Jumping on top of the mattress, she heard him groan in pain from the collision. He tried to yell for help but no one was coming to save him because you don’t mess with Jennie’s sleep.
Once she left the room, Tae thought she was finished with him and decided to place his mattress back where it was on the bed, and lay back down. But without warning, he was met with cold water on his body. Opening his eyes instantly with a yell escaping from him, he saw Jen standing over him, pouring the water. He jumped out of bed and started running around the dorm, to shake off the coldness.
Laughing at his reaction, she went to Jimin’s bed, to find him already awake.
He giggled nervously. “E-Ennie, how are you this morning?”
“Just peachy, Jimin.” She snatched one of his pillows and whacked him in the face with it.
He laughed and tried to move away but she continuously hit him all over his body. Falling out of bed, Jimin decided to run away to escape.
Placing his pillow back on his bed, she decided to wait for him to come back, expecting him by the door with another bucket of cold water in her hands, ready to be thrown. After over a minute, Jimin thought the coast was clear and opened the bedroom door. But he soon fell on the floor when he was suddenly splashed with the freezing water.
“Morning, Jimin.” She smiled, placing the bucket down.
She patted his damp head and walked down the hallway with a satisfied smile.
Now all that was left was...
Jungkook.
The best for last.
To Jungkook, he impatiently waited for her.
‘Just come to me already...come to my room. I want to see you.’ He thought to himself, eagerly anticipating her to prank him or do whatever she had done to the others.
Five minutes had passed and he began to feel annoyed.
Why did she decide to mess with Hobi, Jimin and Tae, but not him?
How come she didn’t mess with him, yet?
It began to bother him.
He started to feel envious that she pranked them but not him when he was just as involved with messing with her as they were.
Fed up after 30 minutes, he decided to get ready for dance practice. After he changed, he saw her already dressed for practice, leaning over a counter, eating cereal in the kitchen. Jimin and Taehyung were sitting at the table, conversing, while Jennie played on her phone while it was charging.
Glancing up at the Golden Maknae who walked into the kitchen after the 95 Liners greeted him, she scooped up a spoonful of cereal.
“Morning.” She acknowledged, placing the spoonful in her mouth. She regarded Jungkook staring at her, expectantly and she raised a brow. “You need something?”
“Don’t think I don’t know you’re planning something.” He cut right to the chase, initiating a stare down.
Taking a sip of her water, she responded nonchalantly, “I have no idea what you’re talking about...”
Jimin and Taehyung were making it obvious that they were watching the Maknaes competitiveness clash. They were trying hard not to giggle as they wondered what was going to happen.
Jungkook truly loved the fact that she was keeping him on his toes. She could strike at any moment, but she hadn't. And it annoyed and intrigued him that she had that effect on him. Jennie knew Jungkook would be waiting for her to strike. But she didn’t want to be so predictable this time. She wanted to drive him crazy for a while, see how he’d react. It was working because he was getting frustrated.
“You’re planning something.” He demanded.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She responded calmly, slowly eating another spoonful as she continued to watch him get aggravated.
“Jennie...” He called out in a threatening tone with his eyes closed.
“Jungkook...” She called out mockingly with an amused smirk.
Jimin started to grin at what he was seeing. The tension between these two was getting thicker. He knew how much they both liked to win and get the upper hand. It’s been a while since he had seen Jungkook so eager for a challenge.
Tilting his head to the side, the Golden Maknae gave her a warning. “Whatever you’re going to do, I would reconsider.”
“What? You think I’m scared of you?” She challenged with a laugh
Her statement sparked his interest and he responded with a smirk on his face. “You really want to do this?”’
He watched as her eyes slowly narrowed at him. Meanwhile, Jimin was eating this up. He couldn’t help but give knowing looks to Taehyung as they watched them. He’ll have to stay close to where the 97 Liners are going to be because it’ll only be a matter of time before she pranks him.
“Do I really want to do this?” Jennie repeated, pretending to think. “Yeah, 'cause it’s more fun this way. I like to see a guy on his toes. Let’s see if you can keep up. I’d watch your back, if I were you, Kookie.” She raised her eyebrows and placed her finished bowl in the sink, rinsing the remaining milk off.
She planned to walk past him but he placed a hand on the counter to stop her. Amused, she exhaled and leaned against the counter, crossing her arms.
Looking up at him, she let out a soft laugh. “What’s the matter, Kook? Getting a little nervous when I might strike?”
“So, this is how you want to play?”
“Whatever do you mean?”
He nodded twice and removed his hand from the counter. “Be careful what you wish for. Mercy will be nonexistent when I hit back tenfold.” He left the kitchen.
His threat didn’t bother her. She wanted to do this more often, it was comical to see him on edge over a prank.
After dance practice, consisting of Jungkook watching his back and the 95 Liners giggling to themselves, they head back to the dorm. Jennie was chilling in her room, catching up on her American TV shows when Jimin walked in.
“Hey, Jimin.” She greeted him and went back to her laptop.
“Are you looking for Jungkook?” He eagerly asked.
“No, I’m just chilling. Why?”
Jimin began to grin mischievously. He wanted to instigate and see what would happen between her and Jungkook.
“Well, I mean...if you want to get him back...you could. He’s showering, right now. Don’t you think it’s a good time to get him back? I would if I were you. What better timing?” He left her to think.
Shrugging, Jennie resumed what she was doing. As she progressed in watching her show, she couldn’t get Jimin’s statement out of her head.
He’s showering.
Jungkook is showering.
He’s in the shower.
‘Maybe I should.’ She got out of bed.
She headed to the kitchen, grabbed one of the small buckets under the sink, and filled it up with cold water. Grabbing an ice tray from the freezer, she popped all the ice cubes in it, to make it colder. If she wanted this to be successful, she must be stealthy.
Carefully and silently, she opened the bathroom door. As she snuck her way to where the shower was, she succeeded in pouring the bucket over the shower. She certainly knew her effort was successful when she heard him yell in alarm. A loud thump was heard and she assumed he slipped and fell as a loud laugh escaped her lips.
“JENNIE!”
Dropping the bucket, she ran out of the room, slamming the bathroom door.
Jungkook aggressively slid the shower curtains on one side and stepped out, intending to grab his towel but realized it was gone.
“What the h-“ He searched around the bathroom and found no towels. “Are you...she...” He growled in frustration, running a hand through his soaked hair.
He was getting irritated.
He should’ve known better.
He didn’t dare think she would sneak in while he was showering.
Turning to the bathroom sink, he tried to grab his clothes but noticed that they were gone, too.
“Are you kidding me!?” He yelled.
Once he got out of this predicament he was going to:
Find her.
Catch her.
And punish her.
Thinking of a way to get out of this, he decided to poke his head out the door, to see if anyone was around.
“Oh, hey Kookie!” Jennie happened to walk by and saw him poking his head out of the door.
“Everything good?”
Face flushed, Jungkook glared at her, which caused her to giggle. “You’re dead!”
She nodded. “Let’s discuss this when you’re not yelling at me, naked, behind a door, mkay? Have fun getting out of that bathroom.” She winked and walked past him.
Vengeance sounded so sweet to Jungkook, right now.
After being stuck in the bathroom for 20 minutes, he eventually noticed Taehyung coming out of his room. “Hyung! Can you please bring me a towel? And a pair of underwear and shorts from my room?”
“Heheh, she got you good.” Taehyung watched him suffer as his face was red.
“Shut up, hyung! Please just help me!"
“Don’t worry, I’ll help you.”
The Golden Maknae sighed out of relief once he received what he asked for.
“If I were you...I would get her now. I can help. I could stall her, hehe. I mean, do you really want her to get away with this?” Taehyung provoked the Golden Maknae. “And Jin isn’t here. So, there won’t be any delays.”
“Do it. Now.” Jungkook shut the door and got dressed.
Taehyung giggled and went about his plan to distract Jennie in the kitchen.
Looks like he wanted to instigate too.
After getting dressed, all that was on Jungkook’s mind was finding Miss Bangtan and making her pay for what she had done. Determined, he marched out of the room and found her talking with Tae.
Hearing movement, Jennie turned and started to laugh, immediately taking steps back.
“I got her!” Taehyung grabbed her from behind, causing her to yell out of confusion.
“Tae!? What the hell!?” She struggled against his hold. “Oh hell no, this ain’t fair!”
“Run Jennie!” Jimin jumped on Tae’s back, making him release his grip. “Run Jennie run!”
Taking his advice, she made a run for it, while Jungkook ran right after her around the dorm.
Rushing into her room, she swiftly turned around and tried to slam it in his face, but he stopped the door just in time. The door was centimeters from being closed as both of them, on each side of the door, tried to push. Jen aimed to push it to shut, while Jungkook, with his muscles flexing, aimed to push it open.
“Kook, knock it off! This is what you get, stop being a fart!” She used all her strength to close her door, but his strength happened to overpower hers. He started to lean forward, opening up her door a little more, as a grunt of struggle escaped her lips.
“What did you think was going to happen?” He exclaimed. “Accept your fate.”
“Leave!”
“I will when I’m done with you!”
“You’re such an idiot! Don’t make me hit you!”
“If you dare hit the golden maknae, there will be consequences!”
“There will be consequences if you don’t get off my door!”
“Are you threatening me?” He stuck an arm through the opening of the door.
“No, I’m threatening you.” She sarcastically remarked, smacking his arm. “Let go of the door!”
“Stop shutting me out, I’m gonna get you anyway!”
“Like hell you are! That’s what you get for being so loud with the others a few nights ago! Deal with it!”
“All right, I will.” He finally pushed the door open, causing her to shriek and stumble back. He shut the door and locked it. “Let’s deal with it.”
Giggling, she put her fists up, preparing to swing. “Back up!”
When he got too close, she punched him in the chest. She aimed to hit him again but he grabbed her wrist. Jennie ended up smacking his head with a pillow on her bed. He lost his grip on her and she started hitting his body with her pillow.
He snatched the pillow out of her hands and tossed it to the floor. She managed to evade his attempt to grab her and jumped on her bed. He followed her as she tried to escape. Having enough, he grabbed her by the wrist and lifted her over his shoulder, causing her to yell.
“Jungkook! Put me down!” She banged her fists on his back as he unlocked her door and left the room.
She tried to grab onto anything to keep him from walking to wherever his destination was but failed miserably as Jimin and Tae laughed at the commotion.
“Where are you taking me? Hey! Hey! You muscled little shit, I asked you a question! Jungkook! Jungkook!! Put me down, you little shit!” She shouted over the 95 Liners’ laughter.
Her name calling was interrupted when she yelped in surprise after feeling an abrupt hard smack on her ass.
“Hey! Did you just smack my ass!?” She exclaimed as she felt her face heat up from the sudden spank.
She decided to smack his butt in return before trying to squirm out of his firm grip.
“Hehehe, Jungkookie smacked Jennie's butt. He's always obsessed with butts, I'm surprised he waited this long to touch hers," Jimin giggled with Tae.
“Do you need help, Jungkook?” Tae decided to ask after the Golden Maknae walked past them.
“She’s mine. I got this,” he responded, opening the door of the bathroom and walking in.
“Why are we going in here!?” Jennie complained as he shut the door.
Walking over to the shower, he turned it on to the coldest setting. Realization hit her as she desperately tried to avoid his efforts to drop her in the tub.
“You are NOT putting me in there! Jungkook!” She yelled in a high pitched voice.
His strength would be too much for her as he finally dropped her in. She screamed at the cold contact of the water, while he laughed at her. She hastily tried to turn the shower off, but he made sure she didn’t, so she could get soaked entirely. After a while, she finally turned it off and jumped out of the shower, shivering.
“I hope you know that I hate you. A lot. And I’m freezing.” She sat on the toilet seat, watching him continue to laugh.
He placed a towel over her head and began to dry it for her. Despite him acting like a competitive jerk earlier, he was always sweet to her.
"You bring out that side of me. I like doing things like this with you.” He kneeled in front of her after taking the towel off her head while she continued to try herself off.
“I do too when it’s in my favor!"
“Well, we both know that never happens because I always win.” He grinned victoriously. “But nice try. A for effort.”
Jennie looked at him and shook her head. He smiled and brushed some hair that was stuck to her face.
“After all that, you’re still pretty warm.” She noticed from the contact of his warm fingertips.
“Heh, and you’re pretty cold.”
“Oh, I wonder why.” She responded sarcastically.
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Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves
I’ll just cut right to the chase. Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves has a real shot at being one of my favorite movies of the year. It almost certainly won’t be an awards contender and no one’s likely expecting this to break box office records. But as a work of pure entertainment? A high bar has been set for the rest of 2023 to try and clear.
There was reason to think otherwise, however. High fantasy films both before and after The Lord of the Rings have largely been underwhelming duds. The genre is difficult to truly nail, but co-directors John Francis Daley and Jonathan Goldstein (along with their co-writer Michael Gilio) have managed to channel everything fun, fanciful and fantastic (in the older sense of the word) about swords and sorcery into a rocket-propelled adventure that satisfies at nearly every turn.
And if you’re completely new to the realm of D&D and have no idea what a displacer beast is, can’t point out where Neverwinter is on a map, or know the difference between magic missile and mage hand, fear not! Honor Among Thieves does a fantastic job of introducing the audience to this world and its inhabitants.
Guiding us through this adventure is Edgin (Chris Pine), a bard and thief who pals around with Holga (Michelle Rodriguez), a barbarian warrior exiled from her people. They’ve broken out of prison and are scheming a way to rescue Edgin’s daughter and get payback on the man who stabbed them in the back during a theft that went horribly wrong. To do it, they’ll need the help of a struggling wizard, Simon (Justice Smith), a shapeshifter, Doric (Sophia Lillis) and paladin Xenk (Rege’-Jean Page). As you can probably guess, what they see as a very straightforward mission at the start becomes something much more dangerous and complicated the deeper into it they get.
The particulars of the plot aren’t terribly interesting and feel like a fairly standard setup at play if it was a Saturday night and you’re sitting at a kitchen table with some friends, rolling a D20 and waiting for your older brother to further unfurl his scenario as Dungeon Master. What makes Honor Among Thieves such a cracking good time at the movies is the playful spirit Daley and Goldstein infuse into the proceedings, the superlative chemistry among the cast and a script that delivers a very precise balance of humor, pathos and swashbuckling adventure.
Part of why this movie had my audience eating out of the palm of its hand was due largely to how funny it is. There’s an abundance of laughs to be had with sarcasm and one-liners to spare, though it blessedly avoids that Joss Whedonesque trap of simply making everyone a snark-machine that fires off identical-sounding quips at the drop of a hat. The members of our heroic quartet each react to the escalating escapade with humor at various moments, but it all feels organic to who they are. These characters are all archetypes (each a literal class you can choose in the tabletop game), but the script never treats them specifically as such. We’re given ample backstory, but never so much as to bog down the proceedings. Each gets their time to shine. Page deftly steals his scenes by being charmingly dense. Smith and Lillis are new to my eyes but keep up with the veterans. And this may be the most fun I’ve seen Rodriguez have since the first Fast & Furious movie.
But even as well-balanced as the party is, it’s safe to say that this is Chris Pine’s show. I’ve been a fan of Pine’s since he pitch-perfectly played a slack-jawed yokel assassin in the schizophrenic action flick Smokin’ Aces. It was clear then that he had a wicked comedic sense and he was unafraid to bury himself in a character. But he was also burdened with leading man looks, which of course only confuses Hollywood producers who seem incapable of letting pretty people do wild and weird things. (See also: Pitt, Brad.) The joy of Honor Among Thieves is that it perfectly splits the difference for Pine. He’s certainly a capable leading man, but his role as Edgin finds the perfect balance between his strengths as a character actor and his leading man charm.
I can’t stress enough, though, just how fun this is. The villains are villainous. The heroes are (mostly) scoundrels with hearts of gold. There are no existential moral conflicts at play. It’s just a good old-fashioned magic-fueled romp with high (but not world-ending) stakes and a healthy dose of heart. And, perhaps most importantly for a high-fantasy flick, it doesn’t skimp on the stuff you want to see. Dragons. Black magic. Danger-filled caves. Mythical beasties of all stripes. A deadly maze. Mimic chests. Gelatinous cubes. It’s all here. A movie of this pedigree demands these elements show up in excess and Honor Among Thieves delivers.
I hope these early screenings are a sign that Paramount Pictures knows how great this movie is and they’re trying to build as much positive word of mouth as possible. I want sequels. As many as I can get. This was a delight from end to end and if nothing else, I’m happy with that.
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I really feel irony of Wanda statement to strange about "you broke the rules and became hero and while I did I became the enemy, that didn't sound fair". Wanda saying that line to someone that literally did it for others rather his selfish desire, and strange definitely getting consequences too and except what coming for him.
And more irony that in MOM they showing many version of Stephen strange that 'broke rules' or being evil , they all getting consequences and payback what they did not care evil reason or good reason.
Defender strange - dead
Supreme stramge- dead
Sinister strange - trapped inside incursion and forever alone
What if strange - jailed inside small bubble that what left from his universe, and had monster form.
And there's one Wanda variant in 838 earth that look happy with her childrens.
You see my point here, that line should not pointed to strange, and when Wanda saying it , it make her more hypocrite and she actually always getting g 'free card ' from her own consequences.
I like wanda but in MOM she's the worst 'growth ' character, I hope everytime she show up somebody will keep remains her her sins.
I want somebody keep remain her , her sins.
I find this not fair they always rubbing loki's sins on his face all-time by everyone and not for wanda, I want at least somebody do that.
That lines should directed to Hawkeye and Tony stark because they literally not getting g real consequences of their actions (Clint as Ronin that killed many peoples for 5 years straight not care even they are criminal , and Tony make massive destruction weapons)
Yeah but keep in mind that line was...:
1) ... written by Waldron, and he admitted he had never watched WandaVision and I highly doubt he has seen AoU or CW or IW. So no wonder Wanda is ooc throughout the entire movie.
2) ... it is there to frame Stephen as a hypocrite. It's not so much about Wanda as it is a jab at Stephen. MoM is basically a story focused on treating him negatively: he's blamed for something a variant of his has done, he's never allowed to express himself, the context of his actions is dismissed and he's defined by other people, and he's even blamed for the Snap.
Wanda does face a lot of consequences for her actions though, I talk about that in this ask. This idea that she has never faced any repercussions is kinda weird and I don't know where it comes from but it's not true at all. Maybe not in MoM but like I said, she's not herself in that movie at all.
At least Clint in his series was allowed to show regret and remorse for his actions as Ronin and I think they did a good job of it. The main problem is that when you compare that to TFATWS and how they handled Bucky it gets so annoying: Clint can be redeemed but Bucky has to make amends? That's some bullshit right there.
There's no consistency at all in the MCU, it all depends on the writers and the directors and how much they care about the characters they're handling. Waldron had no respect for Loki, Stephen or Wanda and it shows in his series/movies.
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Thicker Than Blood - 28
Good evening/day.
So, this chapter is a bit less gory but well, it will be satisfactory too as we get rid of another unpleasant character.
Rowan is in a funk but towards the end, our bird boy has a new resolve.
CW: language, death.
While Hamel died tied to a chair, in the main deviation centre things were stirring up too.
Ansel had left the group at the mayor’s house and ran to the centre. She wanted to be there when Perrington was finally deposed. She had worked in that place for two decades and had witnessed the cruelty of the man and of some of the guards. It was payback time. Another group of rebels had gathered to attack the centre and evacuated in advance all the innocent personnel. Her initial plan had been to create a riot, but alas after the mayor’s order they had to change plan since all the inmates had been killed.
Fen texted her that Hamel had been taken care of and she had promised him a special prize that night at home. Ansel knew he had been hurting for his brother and was happy to let him lead the plan against Hamel. The mayor was, after all, the person who had asked and signed Connall’s execution.
She was waiting in one of the rooms on a lower level. She had prepared the treatment room and was waiting for her men to bring Perrington to her.
It was twenty minutes later when the man’s screams and threats of heavy punishments reached her ears.
Ansel smiled and checked the IV one last time. Oh yes, he was going to get a taste of his own medicine.
The tall man called Ilias brought in the director.
“Welcome sir.”
“You.” He spat, as soon as he recognised the red-haired woman.
Ansel smiled “it warms my heart to know you recognised me.” She nodded at Ilias and the man lifted the director to strap him to the table, then lifted his sleeve and exposed the arm “All yours.”
Ansel started working on his arm “I hope your throat is ready for some screaming.”
“Let me go, bitch.”
“Such nasty words,” she patted the inside of his arms trying to locate a nice juicy vein “You have been a murderous bastard. Your friend Hamel is dying as we speak and you will be next.”
“You vampires are all monsters.”
Ansel stabbed him with a needle then attached the cannula that was connected to the IV and opened the flow of the liquid. She then moved to his neck and inserted another needle at his jugular.
Once satisfied, she sat on the stool and waited.
The first scream came pretty quickly and then another and one more. The man was now trashing wildly in his restraints. Ansel yawned and increased the fluid’s flow making it faster, then grabbed a book from her back pocket and started reading. Ilias chuckled “I am going to see how the rest of the operation is going, boss.”
She nodded and went back to watching Perrington scream and trash. It was very satisfying.
And when half an hour later he finally stopped screaming she just stood and closed the door behind her.
*
Rowan met Gavriel down the corridor in the government building. The paranormal unit had been called in and he wanted to talk to his friend before Lorcan could start arresting them all.
“What are you doing here?”
“I was just passing by and decided to join in and watch Hamel die. It was rather interesting and satisfying.”
“Rowan…” a hint of warning in the older man’s voice.
“What? Are you telling me that Lorcan is going to start jailing all the people who were here? Hamel got the death he deserved, and even that, was not painful enough.”
“There are channels for these things, you are a cop you should know.”
Rowan snarled “are you going to arrest me?”
“No Rowan, it might have been a little unorthodox but the mob wanted his head. I saw that room and what was happening,” his voice low and pained “I would have gladly ripped out his heart myself.”
Rowan relaxed. He knew he could trust Gavriel. The man was a good cop but first of all a great friend.
“So you are not telling Lorcan that Fen and I were here and that it was Fen who, well, played surgeon.”
Gavriel shook his head “no one is giving names. Everyone says that the pig got the death he deserved. We have no proof nor suspects and I honestly I will not be investigating any further.”
“Thank you.”
“Where’s Fen?”
“He ran to plan b.”
Gavriel looked at his friend with a quizzical expression.
“You will read it on the papers tomorrow.”
Rowan was about to walk away when an irated voice reached him “I should arrest you.”
He ignored his boss and kept walking.
“Whitethorn.”
Rowan turned and stopped right in front of Lorcan “Go ahead,” he placed his hands in front of him in challenge.
Lorcan grabbed his handcuffs and placed them on his wrists “Rowan Whitethorn, you are under arrest for hiding and helping a junkie, thus breaking your oath. You are also under arrest for participating in a mob that lead to the death of the mayor.”
“Lorcan, what the fuck?” The shout had come from Gavriel who stood and watched his boss drag his best friend away in a police cruiser.
*
Rowan hated the beds in the cells, they were pure nightmare. He lay down and tried to close his eyes and relax but all he felt was pure anger. He knew Lorcan had a job to do, but his boss has gone too far and he was really on the verge of resigning.
Once at the police station, he had managed to make a phone call and call Rhoe. He had a feeling that his father in law was the only person who could help him.
Eyes closed, he took a deep breath and tried to feel Aelin and at the same time, through their bond reach her and assure her that he will find her.
“Rowan…” at the sound of the familiar voice, his eyes popped open.
Rhoe was standing outside the cell, staring at him “Let me go and speak with the chief.”
Rowan shrugged and turned on the cot, his back to the cell door.
Rhoe walked to the temporary office at the police station where Lorcan was still working on the reports for the night. With little ceremony he walked into the room “Chief, we need to talk about Mr Whitethorn.”
Lorcan looked up in annoyance “He broke the rules, he stays in jail. He is a cop and should know the law.”
“As far as I am aware he just joined the protests but did nothing. That is not a crime, we are still a democratic country where protesting is a civil right.”
“Hamel had his heart ripped out of his chest and was used as a blood bag.”
Rhoe sat on a chair with a bored expression “The people had enough. And what he did to all those humans was the last straw.”
Lorcan ran a hand through his long hair “fine, he was just watching. I understand. But he helped a junkie. He hid her and not happy he went and married her to fool the law. That is illegal and I cannot overlook it.”
Rhoe glared at the chief “He helped my daughter. She had no choice, she was made a junkie.”
“Yes, I heard this excuse already. It still remains that she was a junkie and he knew.”
Rhoe was almost ready to strangle the man “My daughter was tortured and experimented on for two years. When she came back she was broken. It’s not her fault.” He roared.
“Rowan is still suspended.”
Rhoe stood and towered over a sitting Lorcan “if things are going the way they are shaping up, I will soon be in power enough to kick you down to beat cop.”
“Is that a threat?”
“No, chief, but you will not kick him out of the force.”
Lorcan huffed “Fine. You can take him out of the cell and he can come back.”
Rhoe just walked out and went back to the cell where Rowan was staring at the ceiling “Come, we are going home.” Rhoe entered the cell a guard had just opened for him, and Rowan rose.
“I spoke with Lorcan and he accepted to take you back as agent.”
“I am not sure I want to go back.”
“Why?”
“I don’t think I can serve this government any more.”
Rhoe sat at his side “What if things are going to change?”
Rowan sighed “I have no hopes.”
“There is a high possibility of me running with Darrow, and we both intend on making some changes.”
“Can we go?”
Rhoe stood and walked out, once at the car, Rowan jumped in.
“Could you take me to my house?”
Rhoe paused “I’d prefer to have you with us.”
“I don’t want to.”
“Please.”
“Take me home,” he growled.
Rhoe fell silent and made a u-turn driving to the outskirts.
“I am working on a new lead for Aelin.”
Rowan’s hand fisted on his leg in anger.
“I am working hard, but Maeve is crafty.”
“It’s been ten days,” he shouted “Aelin has been held prisoner for ten days now. And she is in pain, do you have an idea how it feels? Because I fucking do.”
They eventually arrived at the house and Rowan jumped out of the car without adding a word.
Rhoe watched the man walk to the house and disappear. He felt a sense of dread rise in him. Rowan was dealing with a lot and was not the most rational of men.
A deep sigh and then started his long drive to the mountains.
*
Aedion had been cooped up in his lab. Lysandra his only source of information on the mayhem happening in town. At the news of Hamel and Perrington demise he allowed himself a moment of elation. Two monsters down, one bitch to go. Aelin had been gone for twelve days now. Rhoe had launched a full scale search but kept having no luck. Maeve seemed gone and he was afraid what would happen to Aelin as the days piled up. He hadn’t spoken to Rowan. Rhoe had told him that he had a standoff with his chief, spent a few hours in jail and got suspended too, although Rhoe fixed it. There had been nothing but radio silence and he was worrying just as the Galathynius. He had sent a few texts but had no reply. Elide and Lysandra had the same results.
He sighed and went back to his project. Aedion was trying to come up with a version of synthetic blood that Aelin would tolerate, but so far he had little luck. He still had samples of her blood but every batch he tried caused extreme reactions. His desk was covered in piles of haematology books, genetics and anything that would help him crack the problem.
He watched another small sample fail when a set of hands brushed his tense shoulders.
He turned and saw Lysandra in a gorgeous short green dress.
“Hi you,”
Aedion kissed her gently “I missed you.”
Lysandra giggled and sat on his lap, her hands twining in his hair “You are so busy…”
“I am sorry.”
His fiancee kissed his head “I know. Any progress?”
He shook his blonde hair.
“Ae, I think we need to postpone the wedding,” she whispered “Aelin is…” deep pain in her voice “I don’t want to get married without her and we don’t know how she will feel.”
Aedion kissed her “Not yet. Let’s see day by day. And if closer to the day is still not the time we can rearrange.” They were going to have very small and private ceremony, something that could be easily moved and reorganised.
“Ok,” she kissed his nose “We’ll wait.”
Another kiss “Love you.”
Aedion grinned and lifted Lys in his arms and started walking to the bedroom “show me just how much…”
*
Rowan’s living room was a place of chaos. On the coffee table lay numerous abandoned coffee mugs and a few empty blood bags. The floor was carpeted with maps. Rowan had fished out all of his hiking maps and had started searching for hints or places where a mansion might hide. He then would verify the location on the computer with satellite images but so far he had no luck. He had to do something. No one seemed to be bothered by Aelin’s disappearance apart from himself, the Galathynius, Aedion, Lys and Elide. He had asked Gavriel for help but his friend had confessed that the police was still dealing with the aftermath of the riots and the city was still plagued by Maeve’s newborns. Apparently, the woman had taken Hamel’s death as an excuse to let her minions run rampant causing chaos and attacking random targets. The last tragedy had been a high school. Ten kids had been killed. The humans had protested and some even called for stricter rules. PD and his friends were far too busy.
Rhoe had started working with Darrow on a proposal for a way to move forward. Darrow was the deputy mayor now and was probably going to take over Hamel. Then once in office he was going to propose a mayor for the vampires too. One of the biggest problems was that vampires had no representation, all the rules that were passed were made with humans in mind. The main government had achieved it in Terrasen. In Orynth, the local authorities had gone astray and ruined all the work done in the past.
But Rowan could not care less about politics. Getting Aelin out was his only priority. Yes, Lorcan had reinstated him but he had no interest going back until his mission was over and his mate back to him safely. His phone buzzed again and he ignored it. Then after days of staring and studying at maps he finally spotted a location that was a good candidate for a secret hideout. Rowan grabbed his laptop and used the satellite maps to study a way to get there. There was no vehicle access. A hike then. The location was so deep in the mountains that it would take him a long time to get there, but he did not care. He just hoped he was on the right track. The idea that he was wasting precious days for a fool’s errand pained him.
He abandoned the maps on the floor and ran in his room and started packing his hiking gear, stashed a few knives away for good measure and added some bags of blood. The good thing of the woods was that he could feed on animals if needed. He wasn’t too keen on the practice, but in case of real need it was an option. He decided to leave his phone at home. In the woods was useless anyway. Once satisfied he picked up his backpack and went for the door. One last look at his house and closed the door behind him.
I am coming.
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Could you write a Spike Jonze fic? Not a x-reader. I would love a fic of him jerking off somewhere. Intense and aggressive. Maybe with someone in the room without them knowing. Or even onto someone of your choice. I love your writing btw. It's good to see less x-readers
Car Jacking
Featuring Spike Jonze, nsfw, smut, and a good time.
Word Count: 1775
A/N: Okay, so, I haven’t written in a longgg while, cut me some slack. I put some effort in and I kinda sorta rushed the end! My bad! But I hope y’all enjoy some Spike, I swear there’s no fanfiction of him. This won’t be the last!!
He liked sex, well everyone liked sex. Unlike his peers he wasn’t fucking every groupie he met, or really at all. Guess he was the only one with complete sense. Though, if anyone else had the opportunity to fuck hot shit babes who don’t care about size just your title, they’d take it in a heartbeat. He wasn’t the star or anything. Just a director, producer. Whatever the fuck you’d wanna call it. His job consists of watching everyone ruin his shit, have sex with everything that walks, being a personal driver, drug testing everyone, covering up their mistakes so Jeff isn’t ripping em a new one. The list goes on, it always does.
He can’t catch a break, and that’s that. Groupies though, they don’t really give what he is, all they know is he’s in the beginning credits for Jackass, yet he wasn’t as significant as Tremaine, but he really didn’t care for all that glory. He was less significant, and outside of filming he could just be a shadow, cause he really didn’t stick out like a sore thumb. Pretty average otherwise, but average wasn’t trying to coax Steve-O to shove a car up his ass. Or getting Bam to hold a snake for .5 seconds, just hold one! A damn garden snake.
And he’d just get a fuck you, and maybe when he’s sleeping they’d dump a huge jug of horse semen on him as payback. For doing his job, so, yeah. Maybe he was a bit pissed off, and maybe he shouldn’t bother, but it was his job. His job to fucking find areas to film, and deny groupies who slither around his arm at the end of the night at the bar. And he’d be sober, cause he’s the designated driver.
He’s not Tremaine. Tremaine doesn’t have to spend four hours begging Bam to hold a snake, Bam just does it. He also doesn’t have to wake up at four am to get Steve-O cause the fucker is stranded somewhere. Tremaine also has sex with groupies, and if he doesn’t? He has a wife. Tremaine also makes more money than him, not that Spike really cared. He wasn’t ever in this for the money, and as more and more time goes on he wonders what he’s truly in all of this for.
Maybe he wanted groupie sex.
There was two issues right about now, one being he was working. In a damn car, and for once he wasn’t the one behind the wheel, but what was worse is he was stuck in the back. At least when he’s driving he’s left alone for the most part, but now he’s stuck in the third row, wedged between Knoxville and Pontius. And he wasn’t sure how he ever got in that situation. Guess it was his fault he didn’t wanna drive for once, or couldn’t. He didn’t know why he couldn’t, could be the throbbing cut going down from the web of his middle finger down to palm. Or maybe because it’s been 48 hours without sleeping. He hasn’t slept well all week, but right now he was so mentally exhausted that he just might explode. Maybe thats why he was let loose from driving.
Dunn, or maybe it was Weeman who said he’d rather have a dog drive than Spike right about now. And if he could recall he might’ve even laughed about it. Muttering how good of a joke it was with a very agitated look on his face. He might’ve been cooler any other time, but he was absolutely exhausted. Taking a break. Cause remember?Spike wasn’t gonna drive today. instead he was wedged between two dead asleep assholes, both seemingly had a bad snoring problem.
He wondered if they knew that.
Oh! But a charmer, a doll like Johnny Knoxville could never snore. He’d bat his lashes maybe, or look at Spike deadpanned thinking he’s joking, and Spike would say sure. Chris would laugh, and giggle. Cause it’s funny. The whole world could die and Chris could find something funny outta that, that’s admirable. Something Spike was really starting to consider he lacked.
Perhaps one day he’d be unironically funny, or have a charm that even works on guys. Even if it meant he had a two incher, people other than groupies would still like it. Who knows, but instead he’d be thinking about having sex with one, maybe that would fix whatever crunch he’s stuck in. Instead of another beer. Did he mention he wasn’t much a fan of beer?
He wasn’t sure how much longer he’d be able to sit and think about having a groupie, because the more he thought, the more worked up he felt and shifted around between Knoxville and Chris. Fucking Chris kept sleep kicking him, and had one arm wrapped around him like he was some chick ‘cause Chris was a weirdo, and Chris was a cuddler. Knoxville was just about in that exact same situation too. He had no room to himself. Part of him wished he was driving instead, listening to some old country music or something, cause even when Knoxville's sleeping he has to be in control of the music. He’s the star, and once again; Spike Jones is not, and that’s okay. He didn’t wanna fuck groupies and be worth zillions anyways. He had a hand, and that should be enough. Who cares if Chris is trying to cuddle him; and Knoxville could very well be drooling on his shoulder. It didn’t matter. Not right now anyways with his head so cloudy.
Somehow with that stick lodged up his ass he found a way, or that way sorta found him. In this moment he decided fuck it all, fuck the groupies, the car, and everything else for that matter. He was stressed, agitated, and pent the fuck up.
So, he ignored the dudes pressed against his sides and he tried to sit up straight. Once he somehow managed through that he went fidgeting with his belt. Should’ve worn some sweats, but instead he was rocking dress pants. Not very comfortable.
Agitated with his belt after some trial and error he pulled it through the loops and yanked down his fly, which arguably was tough to do. It got stuck halfway down, but he prevailed. Letting out a sigh of relief as he was only a few steps closer. Somehow managing not to wake a soul, and everyone else? They weren’t paying attention. Probably all knocked out up front. Still, he knew he had to be quick, so he continued on.
Not like right now he cared all that much about getting caught, but the thrill of actually doing so made him slow down his movements. He didn’t have that much patience though, shoving his hand straight into his slacks as he groped himself fully through his boxers, before fishing his dick out through his boxers fly. He was about average, he didn’t really know his size. Good enough though, and certainly bigger than Steve-O. Though he wasn’t staring at his dick or nothing, and no he wasn’t comparing dick sizes either. Half the world was bigger than Steve-O.
Still, he didn’t wanna think about Steve-O jerking off. That was like a boner killer, and he didn’t even have one yet! Somehow he managed to wrap his hand around his length, and he was unbearably dry. Cringing with the friction of his hand meeting his dick. Fucking sucked, but once again he prevailed. His anger would carry him through this.
Going back to thinking about what turned him on he thought of brown haired chicks, totally his type, chicks with lipstick. After sucking him off and getting it all smeared all over their face, big teary eyes, and moaning his name, and boy was it working. As he thought he slowly started to pump his length. Still, he was all tense with anxiety of getting caught.
Thinking deeper about this so-called brown haired girl he imagined her nude, and started to quicken his pace, stopping briefly as he rubbed his thumb against his beading tip. Breathing hitching, and squeezing his eyes shut. And then he thought of Tremaine and what it be like to fuck him, or right about now. He imagined Tremaine sitting next to him and Tremaine’s hand wrapped around his hard on instead.
Tremaine whispering dirty things into his ears, edging him on, and Spike glancing into his pretty blue eyes. Ones he could get lost in, an ocean that could swallow him whole, and that was enough for his pace to get faster.
Spike then heard some shuffling in the row of seats in front of him, Dunn asking Bam for some warm beer, and that spooked Spike, yet he couldn’t seem to care much as his strokes got rougher, eager. His stomach was coiling, yet Tremaine just wasn’t enough, not for him anyways.
He imagined instead, Tremaine getting down on his knees and sucking him off, keeping eye contact with him, and maybe even using a little teeth. That made him let out a low groan as he bucked his hips into his hand. He thought of his fingers intertwining with Jeff’s hair and tugging on it, and Jeff wouldn’t mind. He’d prevail and bob his head even faster. Like clockwork he moved his hand up and down if he could get even faster, using his glistening pre-cum as lube. Letting out a rather staggered moan.
And as he did Chris shuffled, his grip on him tightening, and he opened his eyes. Tightening his fist around his dick as he squeezed ever so lightly, before biting onto his bottom lip. It was almost enough to draw blood, and he might’ve. Aiming his dick at Knoxville's thighs as best as he could, giving himself one last farewell thrust as he climaxed, and he swore he might’ve even caught a glimpse of a few stars as he came. With the help of that imaginary Tremaine. His sweet release splattering onto Knoxville's rather pricey slacks. He almost let out a low laugh, his teeth releasing the grasp he had on his lip as he soon let go of his dick as well.
Once he did he looked at Knoxville's chest that rose and fell with each breath he took, and then went a little higher as he looked at his face. Spike's face went ghostly white, Knoxville's eyes wide open, even though he was wearing those too darkly tinted shades. Something about him he could just tell, he was awake. Well, shit.
Johnny Knoxville was staring straight at him, and then he opened his mouth.
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From 'Supernatural' to 'The Boys': Jensen Ackles Dissects Differences Between Dean and Soldier Boy
Soldier Boy 'just wants the accolades and he wants to live the life of a celebrity and be adored and be idolized, in all his toxic masculinity,' the actor says.
For 15 years, Jensen Ackles played half of an iconic demon-hunting brother duo that literally saved the world — multiple times. Dean Winchester on Supernatural was an everyman, but he was also a superhero of sorts: The elder son protecting his little brother when his father was out on the road grew up saving as many people and hunting as many things as possible and became a vessel for an archangel. How does one follow up such a role? For Ackles, it's by playing a literal superhero on Prime Video's The Boys.
Ackles steps into the third season of the Emmy-nominated drama from creator and showrunner Eric Kripke (who also created Supernatural) as Soldier Boy, a superhero who became such a celebrity he "could basically do whatever he wanted," Ackles tells Metacritic.
The leader of a team called Payback, Soldier Boy was known as a World War II hero who went on to star in movies, release music, and make important appearances. Until a trip to Nicaragua went terribly wrong in the 1980s.
As the third episode of the third season explains, during that trip, Payback and American troops were ambushed by Russians, who supposedly had a weapon that was strong enough to kill the all-powerful Soldier Boy. They took his body and their weapon and absconded, and the world mourned their fallen hero, with his team disbanding and Vought International building upon that celebrity with The Seven and putting all of their new hopes on Homelander (Antony Starr) as the most powerful of the supes.
But Soldier Boy's story doesn't truly end there. As Kripke previously told Metacritic, The Boys introduced "the myth" of Soldier Boy before the man, but the man is still very much around. And although he has been through it, he still holds onto some very deeply ingrained character traits displayed in the media footage and flashbacks.
"He's from a time that has been forgotten. I like to say he's an analog hero in a digital world. But he's also not going to assimilate; he is not gonna conform," Ackles tells Metacritic.
Here, Ackles talks to Metacritic about Soldier Boy's fight style compared to Dean Winchester's, the character's biggest challenges in stepping back into the world at this time in society, and if he has had discussions about also coming aboard The Boys as a director.
I have to start by asking for comparisons between Dean Winchester and Soldier Boy, specifically their fighting styles and your stunt training.
I will say that the years and years and years of of fighting and stunt choreography and stunt rehearsals and just all around the stunts on Supernatural certainly gave me a great foundation for working with this character and working with the cast and the stunt crew. John Koyama, who was our stunt coordinator on The Boys, I think at one point he was calling me the fight coordinator. [Laughs] 'Cause I was just making suggestions. And he was always like, "Yes, yes, do that!" So I will say a lot of that came in handy.
But as far as the style of it, I would say [Dean's] fighting style was blunt-instrument style. There wasn't a lot of finesse to it, even though sometimes they try to finesse it and work in some military style jujitsu and stuff thinking that maybe John had taught his boys certain fighting styles. So, we would try to emulate a little bit but not over the top. Soldier Boy had none of that: This is just straight up, "Punch people as hard as you can." But at the same time, he's got superpowers, so his his strength is far beyond that of any mortal. Having that to play with a little bit was was fun and it was also shocking to me. For instance, there's a sequence where Payback shows up in Nicaragua, and we get to this whole fight sequence, and I come in and start fighting off the bad guys. And at one point I turn around and I swing my shield, and the stunt guy that I swing at, he's on a wire and he literally just goes flying through the roof and disappears off into the ether. It was so jarring for me just as a human being to swat somebody and have them fly away. I liked it. I liked it a lot. Definitely a different beast but the 15 years definitely came in handy.
You put yourself through a workout regimen to bulk up for the show and those stunts. Why did you want to do that, rather than rely on padding or VFX?
I was in L.A. in the fall of 2020, and they were building me this super suit. They just see what kind of things fit my my body and my forearms and my chest and shoulders, and they have a design, and I had to come back here. I had about half a dozen different fittings to make the suit, but halfway through that process, I asked our suit designer L.J. [Shannon], "Are you gonna put in padded stuff to make me look big and built?" And she just very sweetly and sincerely looked me in the eyes and patted my arm and said, "Oh, honey, you're gonna bring me some muscles in April." I don't think I've talked to her about this since then, but literally, in my head, my ego goes, "Challenge accepted!" And so, that was it. I was like, "Well, if I'm going to be a superhero, I guess I should look like one." And it was tough. It was COVID and there were no gyms open, so I just got some free weights and went to town, Rocky style.
How do you compare personality traits of Dean and Soldier Boy, especially around mommy or daddy issues?
Dean idolized his father, even though his father was arguably a very untraditional and probably an absent father. But he was his hero. Whereas Soldier Boy, I think he just has issues all around. He was created in a lab, essentially, and his father is Vought. And so, what what they made him is very similar to what they made Homelander. They gave him this false sense of of strength and security and popularity and heroism that really he doesn't know how to navigate, and he is pretending to be something that he truly isn't. But because he was groomed to be that way, that's all he knows and that's all he understands. So I think they're very different, although you could argue that Dean is a bit of his father's Soldier Boy in that world. But the two very different, and I also approached it very differently. Dean was somebody who was fighting the good fight and doing things for the betterment of man, whereas Soldier Boy, he's just out for himself. He doesn't care. He just wants the accolades and he wants to live the life of a celebrity and be adored and be idolized, in all his toxic masculinity.
It's interesting that you phrase it that way because he's stepping into a world where that celebrity is not necessarily the case anymore, because he's been gone for so long. What did you consider his biggest challenges in being in the world again?
This is another kind of dialogue about our current culture: There's a feeling from some people, certainly the older generation, that "Our America is being stolen or being taken away or it's changing." And so, Soldier Boy is certainly of that mindset of, "What have they done to my America? What have they done to my world? They've ruined it. They've slapped it shiny stickers [on it] and covered it in glitter. It's not the world that I that I know; it's not the way it should be." I don't necessarily know that he is out to make America great again. But I feel like if he was around long enough, he might wear that hat.
Do you want to return to the show as Soldier Boy or even as a director in future seasons, and were there discussions about you directing in Season 3 but it was just too much with you also stepping into the show as an actor for the first time?
How Soldier Boy happened in the first place [was] I told Kripke, "I will be a part of this show in any capacity, way, shape, or form. What what do I need to do?" So yeah, I had an amazing time. I had a lot of fun playing this character, I certainly had a lot of fun playing with this cast of characters, and I really do enjoy the show; I'm a fan myself. So, if Eric calls and says, "Hey, I need you to do A, B, and C, I'll say how quickly do you need it?"
There was never any any discussion about directing [in Season 3], there hasn't been necessarily about coming in in that capacity, but there's been discussions about, "Where's Soldier Boy going to fit in with some of these other shows that are spinning off?"
You always have The Winchesters to direct!
That I do. That, I think they're going to have to wrestle me away from.
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14. a fic you didn’t expect to write
the fratt blip fic, a.k.a. the first fic i published for the Daredevil fandom haha. i fully intended to just write jen/matt when i got into this fandom, and then i uh. started reading fratt fics. and now we're here
18. current number of wips
so i will specify that i'm not a "bits and pieces writer" -- i choose a story and i work on it until it's done or i've decided to put it aside for a significant amount of time. So for WIPs, i'm going ideas/planned fics which is uhhhh. 10? 15? yeah. we'll see how many i get to actually write.
23. fics you wanted to write but didn’t
so like... never say never bc it's not done until this hyperfixation is, but i have some very specific fics that are better suited to daydreams bc no one would want to read them, and some fics that i don't feel i have the skills or knowledge to write. The first category includes a higher education au. (putting this under the cut bc it got long.)
i work in a university study abroad office. this au has matt as the director of disability services, foggy as an academic advisor, karen as an adjunct instructor of journalism, and frank as the newly-hired director of a single-person veterans affairs office. also, maybe, Jen as the university attorney and Elektra in study abroad. The plot is, ostensibly, the university facing budget cuts and them looking to take money either from veterans services or disability services and so there's obvs tension between Matt and Frank over this. There's several other aspects to this -- Matt being a very young director, but having both a JD and most of the way through a PhD, being kind of looked down by administration for being very loud about the support students with disabilities deserve. Frank retired from the military at 35 or whatever, got a divorce, went back to school, and now he's here with a fresh bachelor's degree, taking a job at this smaller university, with none of the education as like literally everyone else. You see where this is going. I will say that this is "ostensibly" the plot because i should note that if Elektra and Jen are in this fic then the only scenes I have (mentally) written are the ones where Matt is like... kind of like... gossiped about and being someone to sleep around and Frank accidentally sees them making out in Elektra's office when he goes to drop something off after hours. Rinse and repeat with Jen lmao. Frank becomes friends with Karen, which is how he learns about that this is a Thing and tells himself that he won't be any nicer to Matt just because he's hot. Matt has to be weaponizing his hotness. If his voice gets all low and velvet when they're alone sometimes, well. he's just trying to manipulate Frank into getting flustered and not putting together as good of a proposal as to why he should keep his funding. ANYWHO.
Another fic in this first category is a Jen/Frank/Matt fic which i'm not going to outline bc i think it might end up cannibalized into just a fratt fic but basically -- Amy tries to parent-trap fratt into getting back together so they can walk her down the aisle as her dads at her wedding. She just needs to get Jen out of the way. But actually she really likes Jen... and she thinks Jen would really like Frank. If only Amy can get Matt and Frank to talk through things, and get Jen to give Frank a chance.
For the second category, there are some kind of social-media-type fics that i would love to write, but they'd be kind of on the comedic side, which I'm not good at, and they also require a different kind of writing which I am, again, not good at. I have this one, super ridiculous kind of crack fic which is like. Frank being forced to do like. a pineapple on pizza taste test on a TikTok/Instagram Live as payback bc he made fun of Foggy for liking pineapple on pizza too many times. It takes place in the nm&p offices. Frank methodically tries a bite of a single piece of Hawaiian pizza from like 12 different boxes spread in front of him. "hello. i'm here bc i was too mean to my partner's friend for liking pineapple on pizza and now i'm forced to try pineapple on pizza from a bunch of places and tell you which one i hate the least." Matt, Foggy, and Karen are ofc on the other side of the camera, reading out comments. "People want to know who your partner is!" - Karen. Frank: "none of your goddamn business." For the first like, three slices, he takes a single bite, looks directly at the camera, and says "bad." in a flat tone before moving on. Eventually, tho, he actually starts sharing opinions ("shit that one's actually somehow worse -- wait, how--" taking a bite of the first one "actually, i think this first one isn't as bad, the sauce is sweeter, compliments pineapple a bit") until this turns into like. an actual ranking. At one point, he gives an opinion and Matt's like, "really? you like that one? i never order from there." and then he's grabbing an extra black mask and sitting down in front of the camera to give his opinions, and the comments are like, "YOU'RE DATING DAREDEVIL????" to which Karen reads out and Frank again, looks directly at the camera and says, "that's none of your goddamn business. i'm here to eat pizza and i'm almost done." ANYWAY by the end Frank actually admits pineapple on pizza really isn't that bad. "fuck you, red, for making me do this." and Matt's grinning his stupid little devil grin, and Karen turns off the Live, but not before Matt pulls Frank in for a kiss hehe. ANYWAY.
The other type of fics in this category are porn :/ I can write porn, just not porn that isn't ooc so :/ yeah :/ anyway, sex pollen matt/sub!frank/elektra fic you will always be my favorite even if i never write you
anyway THANK YOU ANON FOR LETTING ME RAMBLE ABOUT MY FICS. I love them so much and i never let them loose from my brain so this was fun!!!
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Revenge of the Clef
So... in leiing my Sugarbeard, I should have anticipated payback. It happened just a few minutes ago on the night shift.
I clock in for my night shift in my new office. It's kinda lonely without Trixie in reception, but... Dr. Glass is still here, I see. As I pass by, I notice there's two voices: Dr. Glass, and Dr. King. Another attack of the apple seeds, poor guy. Sometimes I think Dr. Glass deserves hazard pay, or at least double overtime. Not wanting to pry, I head to my desk. I've got mounds of requests and reports to slog through. Thank 343 for insomnia, in a way. I think trying to get my overactive brain to shut down for the night is the only reason I'm rarely too far behind on the dreaded stupid paperwork. It sure ain't as interesting as people expect.
I tackle the reports of the initial phase of the Anomalous Enrichment Protocol. Hand Drawn Cassie had a blast surfing in Oahu, especially with her surf buddy the dolphin. Turns out, 049 was joking about the game, he just wanted someone to hang out with for a bit. For a surgeon and medical professional, he's horrible at Operation, was kinda fun playing with him. Next week, I teach him Magic: the Gathering. Before long, I'm onto the requests.
No. No. Gods in multiple heavens, hells, and anyplace between, NO. No way are we allowing him that, bad enough he's still mostly homicidal. No. Fucking. Way. The Old Man is never getting online again, let alone on Twitch. I missed the Yahoo!Chat Incident, but it's not happening on my watch. Denied, with extreme prejudice. Next!
I reach for the pile on the right, and notice my right wrist has sprouted a new accessory: a garland of blue and white silk hibiscus. I laugh, only to realize there's two people sniggering with me. They're very obviously behind the open door of the supply closet directly across from my desk. I act like I hadn't noticed anything, turn back to work. I catch my sister slinking out, big grin on her face. Ah. There it is. The Cleffening. Was wondering when he'd get me back. Five minutes later, the closet speaks.
"Hey, Director Snow, what's an anomaly gotta do to get some enrichment around here?"
"For starters, stop lurking in closets like a even creepier white guy version of R. Kelly. Second, mysterious voice in the closet, my ears are here to bend, so come out, bend away." I resisted the temptation to look, instead focusing on my work.
"But, how do you know I can come out of the closet?"
"It's the SCP Foundation, we have people come out of almost anything except 3008, the Stairwell, and 682's stomach all the time. Plus, you gotta eat sometime, not to mention sleep and bathroom breaks. Closet seems small too. There's a nice comfy chair here, bet it beats sitting on a box of copy paper."
"What if I told you I have a surprise in here with me?"
"What if I told you my dad told me never trust the voice in the closet?" I sigh, pinch my nose. "I know it's you in there, Sugarbeard. No one sniggers like Alto Clef."
He's beside my desk before I know it, holding a box. He's got his usual "I've got something plotted but I'll be damned if I tell you what" grin on his face. O-okay, white box, blue ribbon, about a foot cubed. I untie the ribbon, take the lid off the box, rustle some red tissue paper, and pull out... a stuffed rabbit, white fur in a blue robe with snowflakes all over in silver embroidery. There's a note around its neck.
"Will you be my Snowbunny?" I read. I take a moment to think about it. "Hmm. Okay, but only if you'll be my Honeybunny."
"But... I like being your Sugarbeard." He wraps his arms around me. He brings his lips to my ear, slips the lei from my wrist. "May I, Snowbunny?" Suddenly, I'm nervous. Dunno why, this isn't the first time he's been this close. Maybe it's just the prank.
"As.. as you wish, Sugarbeard." He drapes the flowery accessory over my head, brushes back my hair. He leans in, stares into my eyes. That's... weird, even for him. All three are golden hazel, tinged slightly green in the edges of his irises. Before I can even think, his hand finds my cheek.
"Come sweeten up your Sugarbeard, Honeybunny." We're so focused on each other, we didn't notice Dr. Cimmerian walk in.
"Well, I WAS going to see if Rabbit wanted to try my sister's cannoli with me, but after seeing that I've lost my appetite. Take the cannoli, but then I'm headed to Amnestics to see if I can leave the image." He leaves. Just like that, the moment is over. But... I did get a promise to resume after my shift.
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