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mirohlayo · 1 month

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Hi, can I request a Reader x F1 grid story where reader breaks her arm/leg and she can't race because of it, but she still attends the races to watch with her team? And then the drivers start to draw on her cast as a feel better soon gesture.

Maybe she also posts it on her social media throughout the day to show fans the progress of the drawings.

Thank you so much xxx

P.S. Love you writing

Hi !! So as you requested I used the F1 grid, but only the drivers who I write for originally (+ Albon). I also wrote reader as a F1 Academy driver to make it more easy to write and more realistic. It's the first time I write something like this, so hope you'll enjoy it girll !! ᥫ᭡

DRAWINGS ON MY BROKEN ARM

( because maybe you just need some love from your handsome friends. )

warning : none just a broken arm, a cast and fluff

note : I really struggled a lot to find some good cast pictures, these ones are a bit awful lmaoo sorry

word count : 1.3k

It was not planned. This was absolutely not what was planned.

As you get out of the car with difficulty, greeting pleasantly the driver who kindly accompanied you to the Suzuka circuit, you try as best you can not to move your arm too much. If you make unnecessary efforts you will tire yourself out for nothing.

You absolutely did not choose to break your arm. It was due to a mistake, a very big mistake indeed. While you were testing your car during free practice, during a session where the falling rain flooded the track with water, your tires did not grip effectively and you found yourself thrown against the wall, in a fairly serious crash. surprising.

The teams immediately helped you, and while everyone was asking you if you were okay after this crash, that's when you realized a big problem: yes, you were okay, but not your arm. . And after a short stay in the hospital, you now find yourself - or rather your arm - stuck in an amazing cast.

You obviously cannot participate in the next F1 Academy races. But you can, however, do something else that is much more energetic and beneficial for you in the state you are in: attend the F1 race which is currently taking place in Japan.

After all, being locked up for almost a week in your apartment was totally boring and you really need a little fresh air, and above all the passion for this sport to stimulate. Being a very close friend of certain drivers, you did not hesitate for a single second to accept your team's proposal when they offered to accompany you to the Suzuka GP.

Now there you are in the paddock, trying to slip through the others to get to the Mercedes garage. There where you find Georges, who smiles with all his teeth at the sight of you.

“Hello you” He walks over to you and starts to wrap his arms around you in order to give you a hug, but a reflex immediately makes him step back. “Oh sorry, I forgot you have a... little problem” He struggles to finish his sentence, grimacing at the sight of your wrapped arm in a cast.

You giggle before patting his shoulder. "Are you better since your crash? I saw that a few days ago and I was really scared for you." His eyes scan you, he is worried about you. You smile softly at him to reassure him. "Don't worry. I may have a broken arm but that won't stop me from supporting you in this race."

“Oh, Y/n!” Lewis' voice calls out to you, and you turn to face him, Charles next to him. They both smile at you, taking care not to touch your arm so as not to hurt you further. "I'm so sorry about your crash. You must definitely be disappointed." Lewis affectionately caresses your shoulder, a show of affection and support.

"At least you're alive, that's the main thing. It's good to see you here, the other guys miss you you know." Charles explains the situation, telling you how worried and scared the pilots were following your accident. You also received several messages from them on instagram, in which they supported you and showered you with kind words.

“Y/NNN!!” Daniel screams your name from afar, a big smile on his face as he almost throws himself at you. “Hey watch out for his arm.” Lewis alerts Daniel so he doesn't hurt you, but he doesn't seem to hear anything and comes to take you in his arms. “Daniel, I’ll go back to the hospital if you continue.” He finally pulls away, carefully observing your cast.

“Maybe I should call the others, they’ll be happy to see you.” Charles volunteers to bring the other drivers back, while you chat with your friends. They are all very respectful and very attentive, they are sincerely empathetic towards you.

In the distance, you finally see the rest of the boys arriving.

“Here’s my girl.” Lando comes to wrap his arm around your shoulders, a smirk present on his lips. You push him away, grimacing to tease him, and he holds his heart as if you had just broken it into a thousand pieces. "I know I shouldn't have sent you that 'get well soon' with a red heart on Instagram, hypocrite." He pretends to roll his eyes but his smile betrays him.

"Indeed, you shouldn't have. Your teammate was the first to message me and that's why he's my favorite boy today." Oscar tssk while crossing his arms, however amused by the situation. Max, Carlos and Alex are discreetly added to the group that has just formed around you.

“Even with a broken arm, you can do a lot of things you know.” Max told you in a confident manner. “Like Lance last year.” Carlos chuckled at Lando, both nodding at the same time because they thought the same thing. You can't help but feel alive again.

It's true that the last few days were difficult. Alone, injured and locked in your apartment, you no longer had much of a taste for life. You kept asking yourself questions about your future, about the rest of the races of the year. You were also worried. But you knew that coming here, being surrounded by your closest friends again, laughing and talking with them, was all you needed. You can only be grateful to them.

“I have an idea guys!” Alex then exclaims, drawing attention to himself. “Since Y/n is injured, and her cast is… white and bland, we should draw to give her courage.” He said while pointing at your cast. The other drivers nod, agreeing with the Williams driver's idea.

“I will have the honor of drawing first!” Then begins George, who is already ready to fight to have his drawing on your cast. "She wants a drawing of her favorite driver which is me. Too bad for you, George." Lando, and his sassy attitude, is ahead of the Mercedes driver. “I bet I draw better than all of you so let me do it.” Carlos steps forward to assert himself.

They seem to be on the verge of fighting over who will have the honor of drawing best, or who will draw first. You laugh while calming the situation. "Look, you're all going to be able to draw. We just need some markers." You remark, as you wave to your team in the distance to help you.

It doesn't take long before they arrive with a small pencil case filled with different colored markers. You then sit on a chair in a corner of the garage, the nine drivers around you. Oscar is the first to draw on your cast, while the others are still fighting over who will go second.

In the end, after a good session of laughter and slightly failed drawings, the result is there. Your plaster is decorated with designs, each one as extravagant as the last, but that doesn't matter, because their intention comes from the heart. This sincere gesture will certainly give you courage for the rest of your adventure, you are sure of it.

And as they all give you one last smile, one last hug, they leave to prepare for the approaching race. You end up joining your team further in the VIP stands, ready for the start of the race. “What a beautiful cast” Your engineer nods at the magnificent designs on your arm, and you smile. “Beautiful may not be the word, but it’s very precious to me for sure.”

And as you share a laugh, the red lights go out, as the din of cars echoes throughout the circuit. For a moment, everything seems wonderful. It's crazy how a simple little attention like drawings can brighten up your day a little more. And can also brighten up the day of others, like those of your fans for example...

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liked by oscarpiastri, charles_leclerc, maxverstappen1 and others...

yourusername: maybe no more arm but at least I have my handsome boyys ❤️

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danielricciardo: if anyone wonders who drew the beautiful star, it’s me ✌️😁

⤷ landonorris: you wrote on her arm instead of her cast you dickhead

⤷ danielricciardo: I was feeling different 😜

user: Alex just writing his name makes absolutely sense

user: no cuz they're literally the SWEETEST ahww

⤷ yourusername: only oscar cuz he's the one who drew the best

⤷ danielricciardo: but you said it was me earlier

⤷ yourusername: i lied plus you literally drew on my SKIN instead of my cast 😠

landonorris: my girl not giving any credits to my amazing beautiful drawing 💔

⤷ yourusername: yeah cuz you have no talent, keep it up it's awful mate 🔥🔥

⤷ landonorris: hypocrite I hate you

charles_leclerc: take care of yourself y/n ❤️

georgerussell63: I slayed, my drawing is lit

⤷ yourusername: no 🙄🥱

user: i need friends as precious as them, love their friendship !!

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 grid x reader #f1 x you #lando norris x reader #oscar piastri x reader #charles leclerc x reader #carlos sainz x reader #lewis hamilton x reader #george russel x reader #daniel riccardo x reader #max verstappen x reader #alex albon x reader

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blue-jisungs · 8 months

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purrfect escape

author's note. hello!!! this is my first work for opla and zoro so i hope you like it and you won’t eat me alive if you don’t teehee !! i feel like this is low-key shitty but who cares, it’s just for funsies ?! also i am very open minded to the idea of zoro reqs if there’s anyone crazy abt him too but remember to check the guidelines if you’re new on my profile!!! <3

also tagging @writingmeraki (hope u dont mind dear) bc u were the one who inspired me to start writing for opla hehe

summary. zoro doesn’t necessarily like you. but to his surprise, an improvised and unplanned escape plan makes him realise that… it may not be entirely true…?

the sun is warming your face pleasantly as you stroll around the market, the sweet smell of fresh fruits filling your nostrils. you hum and when your eyesight falls upon the stall with strawberries, you let out a gasp.

“let’s get them too!” you yelp in excitement and walk to the seller. zoro moves his feet lazily, hand still secured atop of his sword.

he didn’t understand why luffy sent you and him to get some food that sanji wanted. the damn waiter could’ve done so himself, he’d know what to choose.

but no. he’s here with your pretty self, sun prying his skin. he’d love a nap right now and not–

“here, try it! it’s so sweet, oh my…” you hum in delight and before he can protest, you’re shoving a fresh strawberry into his mouth.

zoro groans. it’s good, he’ll admit.

“do we need them?” his brows moved up, scanning you. you bit your lower lip in thought, causing his stomach to make a flip.

this strange feeling accompanied him for a while now. he always felt so… dizzy but in a pleasant way when he was with you. at first he thought he’s sick but he didn’t even have a high temperature.

the thing is, you’re cutely annoying. you talk a lot, you smile all the time, you like sweet things – literally. it pisses zoro off but then again, he feels all warm inside when he gets to hear your laugh.

“please?” you ask, pouting.

he shifts his hands, the groceries you made him carry making a rustling noise.

his brows furrow, there’s a long silence.

“fine” he groans, not entirely sure why he caved in.

so while you pay, he glares at the elderly sellsman who’s looking at you two strangely.

he recognised you.

“thank you so much! have a great–“ you start, the small basket of strawberries in your hands. zoro placed a hand on your shoulder and moved you further, urging you to walk “hey! i didn’t get to finish!”

“we need to go” he huffs and starts to look around to find a way back to going merry. which, at a crowded market and considering his skills, may be difficult.

“why?” you whine yet follow him obediently “there’s so much stuff i wanna see…”

you get your answer when the sound of coordinated and synchronised steps reaches your ears. marines.

“exactly” zoro scans your expression and his hand slips from your arm to your wrist. the hold is gentle though, almost as if afraid he’ll hurt you.

“the way out is the other way, i think” you announce and he stops suddenly, causing you to bump into his back. the sword’s handle meets with your forehead, causing you to groan “let me lead, you get lost way too easily”

he sighs but yet again today, gives in. you turn on your heel and start to lead him the way back, walking quickly through the various stands.

“they went that way!”

zoro is ready to grab his swords, noticing how the old man who sold you the strawberries is pointing at the place where you stood mere moments ago. the roofs of the stalls don’t do justice, you’re way too exposed.

“oh my god, a kitty!” you yelp and suddenly squat down, forgetting that zoro is holding onto you. if not his quick reflexes, he’d be facing the ground (literally)

“y/n, what are you–“ he hisses. another con of yours – getting distracted way too easily. especially by cute things.

“zoro, look! it’s so cute!” you whine and pet the small brown-furred feline. the cat is purring happily, naturally being pulled into your embrace “can we keep it?”

“no” zoro huffs, peeking from the stall you were squatting behind. the marines were still looking around

“why though? it’s so adorable! we would have another crewmate” a plea leaves your mouth, puppy eyes looking at him. zoro’s heart skips a beat and makes a somersault yet his face remains stone-cold, unbothered.

“no. we need to go and there’s no time for such…” his voice dies in his throat as the kitty brushed its head against your leg. the small tail cutely presses against your skin, the feline letting out the quietest meow possible.

“i love him so much, he’s adorable” you mumble, scratching its soft fur behind its ear “we’re gonna name him alfred–“

“we’re not naming this thing alfred. besides, we–“ he starts, interrupted by a sneeze out of the blue.

“is there a cat?”

you look at zoro with wide eyes, pure of shock and fear. the cat is still snuggling onto you, plopping into its back and showing its stomach – clearly requiring more scratches. while you continue eavesdroping, your hand gently grabs his and moves it to the cat’s belly.

zoro shots you an ‘annoyed’ stare but moves his fingers hesitantly nevertheless. the warmth of your touch spreads through his body.

“i’m allergic! we should go, i’ll be all swollen in no time! they’re not here, the old man maybe has some sight problems”

the green haired male shifts his gaze to you.

“are they gone?” you whisper, smiling softly at the cat.

“mhm” he hums, somewhat in disbelief.

“see? this was a purrfect escape plan!” you grin and you two begin to stand up. when getting no response, you chuckle nervously “get it? purr because the kitty–“

“i got it” zoro whispers, grabbing the groceries you made “let’s go”

“what about alfred?” you pout, looking at the kitty.

“there’s no living conditions on going merry for a cat, y/n” zoro says, sounding a bit apologetic.

you sigh and give the cat a last behind-ear scratch.

and zoro grunts, the weird warm feeling overflowing his body again. he can feel his stomach feeling a bit dizzy but in a pleasant way.

god, if he could he would give you every cat in the world if that meant seeing you so happy like moments ago.

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iambilliejeanok · 4 months

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HII love ur writing, been feeling super sick recently so they’ve brought me a great amount of joy and comfort haha. If it’s ok may I ask for Itachi taking care of a sick reader after overexerting themselves during a mission?

Sorry for any mistakes, english isn’t my first language ^^”

Hey honey! I’m sorry to hear that you haven’t been doing well, I’m also sorry for the late response I meant to post this a week ago but I got logged out my account🥹 hope you’re feeling better sweetheart🩷

(It’s still Itachi week)

No Warnings: Fluff, nudity.

Itachi cannot take his eyes off of you. This was only your very first mission as a new jonin ninja and your boyfriend was exceptionally proud. Without the hokage, or the anbu corps knowledge, he was with you through every step of the mission, ensuring your safety from a distance, also easily managing to keep himself hidden the entire time. Your mission lasted nearly a weak, and unfortunately, you had to fight someone or something every single day of it. You were alone for this one, so the unavoidable fights you ended up in were usually three on one battles and each one left you even more bruised and injured than the previous one. Itachi kept himself disguised quite well. Well enough that you couldn’t even detect his chakra or his scent from the first to the last day of your mission. You certainly didn’t look forward to fights, which was one thing about being a ninja you often complained to your boyfriend about, so he was particularly impressed with how you held your own each day. Some days got too intense, and he had to try his best to refrain from attending to you. You would never grow as a shinobi if someone always came in to save you. It was tough for him, but it was for the best. Every ninja was bound to end up in a situation like yours and quite often at that, so it was important for him to avoid getting involved and promised himself he’d only intervene if you were on the brink of death, however, because of your physical prowess, your intelligence as well as your determination, you managed to successfully complete one of the most challenging missions of your life as a ninja, despite the injuries and wounds you were able to wrap up yourself whenever you had a moment of peace.

You were in pain, hungry, exhausted and felt slightly dizzy when you had reached the outskirts of Konoha. You could tell by the farms that stretched across the fields ahead of you that you were close to home. A couple more hours of traveling and you’d finally see the gates of Konoha, deciding to take a break near the river that ran through your home village, all the way through the forest and even reaching the farms to provide water for the farmers and their crops. There was a secret spot nearby with a mini waterfall, hidden by thick foliage and rocks. This place was a secret that Itachi had once shown you a while back, and you took advantage of it whenever you were alone. It was midsummer now and the water in the river was slightly warm, but still pleasantly cool against your skin as you washed your body near the waterfall, closing your eyes and taking in a deep breath as you listened to the serene sound of birds chirping and water running.

Itachi intended to finally join you as soon as you entered the forest, but he was confused to see you take an immediate left, instead of following the foot trail in between the trees. He quickly figured it was to head to the secret waterfall the two of you liked to visit often, and decided to surprise you there. Although you were always happy to see him, he wasn’t sure how you would feel about his sudden presence, or further more about the fact that he had been monitoring you the entire mission, after all, he didn’t want you to think he was babying you. He wasn’t supposed to be there with you. What he did was incredibly risky because he could’ve been summoned any one of those days that he was away with you for, but whatever the consequences of being missing for a week were , would’ve been totally worth ensuring you were still alive. This was a big mission for you and he wouldn’t miss it for the world. He wanted this experience to make you stronger and not kill you. So he was okay with the thought of you being upset with him if you did figure out that he was watching you the whole time.

He didn’t intend to startle you as he slowly walked out from the bushes just a couple of feet away from the river bank, noticing the way you struggled to lift up your arms as you washed underneath them, hoping he could help you in the water. He needed a rinse himself anyhow. “What are you doing here!?”, you asked, your heart racing with excitement and relief as he approached, the water rising up his pale, nude body as he walked deeper into it, his hair loose as it draped his shoulders and back. As scrumptious as he looked, you were far too exhausted to think about entertaining any arousal you felt, and did your best to play things out cool, trying to hide your pain from him. You didn’t want him to grow anxious about you whenever you were away on missions. You longed for his respect and worked hard to prove it to him, deeply admiring him as a ninja. “I hope I’m not intruding…I will leave if you’re not comf-” he began to say, interrupted by your sudden reassurance. “No it’s okay, stay…”, you said, allowing him to grab the tiny rag you made out of your shirt to help you wash better. He knew about your hardships, and the fact that you were in pain tugged at his heart as he gently cleaned your face, carefully scrubbing it with the wet rag before wringing it out to wipe your face clean. He placed a kiss on your forehead, and then both you cheeks, and you weakly smiled, closing your eyes as you enjoyed the warmth of his touch on your skin while he continued to wash the rest of your body.

“How was your first day out there as a jonin?”, he asked, placing a hand on your back to pull you closer, allowing you to rest your head on his shoulder. You unconsciously leaned the rest of your weight against him, snuggling his neck and hugging him as he began scrubbing your back. He smiled wearily, kissing your temple and could sense how low your chakra was, wrapping his arm around you for support. You were far too exhausted and he frowned at that, wondering just how you would’ve made it home if he wasn’t there to watch you. “Mmmm”, you hummed, his skin warm against your cheek. He smelled earthy and you got a feint whiff of pecan nuts too. He smelled divine to you and you pressed a kiss to his neck before speaking. “It was tough”, you said softly, fatigue increasing with every word that came out of your mouth. “There were a lot of challenges and I couldn’t sleep sometimes…”, you continued, pausing for a moment as he could feel you tense for a second. You thought about your next words, refraining from giving him too much information. You didn’t want him worrying right now. You were happy he was here and you wanted him to be happy with you. “…but it was good overall. I managed to save little Inoue and delivered him safely to his family”, you lied. There was nothing safe about your mission. Maybe for the child, but not for you. You lifted your head up to smile at Itachi and you caught him frowning, but he quickly smiled at you when he saw you looking, turning you around so he could wash your front. “I knew you’d manage sweetgirl”, he said, planting a kiss right on your lips. “You’re hurt”, he said, carefully washing around the large bruise that covered the side of your tummy which was already a dark purple with a green ring surrounding it, his hair tickling your cheek as a warm breeze went by. “It’s nothing”, you swallowed, remembering how you were restrained and kicked several times in the gut. “Did you get into any fights?”, he asked and you frowned. “Yes but it was nothing I couldn’t handle”, you lied again. The criminals who ganged up on you were highly skilled and gave you the beating of your life. It did take a lot of chakra to take on all of them, ontop of the tireless traveling you did to avoid any more troublesome interactions. You managed to heal up your face and some of the cuts that littered your body, but couldn’t work on the major bruises on your body, your chakra reserves far too low to use any more without endangering your life. You would visit the hospital as soon as you got home, you told yourself.

“I’m sure you handled it well my love, I have a surprise waiting for you back at home”, Itachi said, sensing that you didn’t want to talk about it, changing the topic to something more light hearted. After he finished washing you up, he did his best to dry your body with the same rag, laying down his shirt on a nearby boulder for you to sit on while he carefully dressed you. You felt ten times worse than you did before he had arrived, your entire abdomen drumming with pain and your vision blurring as you fought to keep yourself together. You allowed him to help you, weakly clutching onto him for support. He could feel the fatigue radiating off of you and could tell you were forcing yourself to keep a straight face. He cupped your cheeks in his hands, lifting up your head to look at him. His big eyes glistening as he held yours with genuine concern in them. “You’re so strong baby. I’m really proud of you”, he said, and you knew he could sense how much pain you were in, tears welling in your eyes, Itachi softly smiling as they fell down your cheeks. You were so tired, parting your lips to take a deep breath as you contemplated telling him the truth. “It’s alright my love, I’ll take care of you okay?”, he said, swiftly lifting you off the rock and holding you close against him. You didn’t even have the the strength to wrap your legs around him, but he held you firmly with his hands under both your thighs as he carefully moved you over to his back. “Oh baby, your chakra levels are so low. I’m gonna get you home so you can rest and I’ll cook you your favourite. I promise you’ll feel stronger before the sun sets”. You shut your eyes tight, crying into his shoulder as he began running through the forest. Teleporting you back would only worsen your condition, so he chose this way. A journey that would’ve taken you m another day in your condition, only took him two hours and the two of you were home.

“Cmon, let’s get you to bed”, he said, gently maneuvering your limp body from his back to his front. Your condition was rapidly worsening and Itachi was starting to worry, concerned that you were still awake after resting on his back for two hours. You were highly fatigued, but you didn’t fall asleep and your body felt cold against his. He soothingly rubbed your back as he walked towards the bedroom, whispering reassuring words in your ear with every step. He carefully placed you down on the cool summer linen, slowly ridding you of all your clothes teleporting to the wardrobe to pull out a thick blanket, a fresh pair of underwear and a long sleeved undershirt quickly returning to slip them onto your now shivering body, before covering you with the thick blanket. He wasted no time in preparing you some herbal tea, mixing in enough medicine to knock you out and allow you to rest for as long as your body needed it. He teleported as he moved, not wanting to waste even a second, slightly lifting you up to help your drink the tea. With lots of encouragement, he managed to get you to down it all, immediately ridding himself of all his clothes, leaving just his underwear on to snuggle under the blanket with you. “I missed you so much”, he heard you softly whisper, pressing his body as close to yours as possible without hurting you, his warmth enveloping you far better than the blanket. “I’m right here baby, get some rest and we’ll spend some time together as soon as you wake up okay?”, he said, and you felt your eyes grow heavy as you basked in his warmth, his steady heart beat a comforting melody, putting you to sleep in a matter of seconds.

#naruto imagines #itachi fluff #itachi x you #itachi scenarios #itachi x reader #uchiha itachi x reader #uchiha imagines #itachi uchiha #uchiha fluff

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shimmerwindow · 5 months

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I Never Really

Part Eight

Word Count: 6.7k

Warnings: Alcohol use, mention of marijuana, brief mention of cocaine (not consumed by any main characters), smut (18+ only)

Sexual content: choking, fingering, oral (f rec), unsafe sex, plain ol' fuckin, and of course I would be lost without a creampie

Playlist | Masterlist

If the last party had been a bit overwhelming, then this party could be described as sensory hell. Within only a few seconds of being there, you saw a group of zombies playing beer pong in the front yard, and two Sesame Street characters doing cocaine off the kitchen table. You were a bit nervous, sticking close to Sam’s side as he guided you into the house. His brothers stood in the living room, a drink in each of their hands, chatting happily with the group assembled out there.

“Sammy boy!” Jake exclaimed upon seeing the two of you, running over to give both of you a hug. He was dressed as a pirate, the pieces of his costume almost a bit too accurate, like he’d stepped out of a different era. When he wrapped his arms around you, you were hit with that familiar scent, memories of the last party rushing back to your head.

He looked you over, trailing his eyes over your figure the same way he’d done the first time you met him. It made something inside you ache, something you couldn’t quite describe. He caught your eyes and you noticed he’d put on eyeliner, just a bit, just enough to make his gaze feel even more piercing.

Josh followed close behind, pulling you into a tight hug. “You look incredible, sunshine. My lord.” He looked you up and down, gesturing at you with a point of his finger. “Doesn't she look amazing?” He asked, looking between Jake and Danny, who had come over to join you.

“Quite beautiful. Very angelic,” Jake said.

“You look outstanding. None of these guys deserve to see it,” Danny joked with a whisper, cupping a hand to the side of his mouth like he was telling you a secret.

A blush rose into your cheeks, and you shook your head. “I just…wanted to look nice. And you guys all look awesome.”

Josh was dressed in a classic hippie getup, with a pair of huge sunglasses, flared pants, and a vest over his otherwise bare chest. Danny was dressed as a cowboy, and he’d gone all-in on the fit, cowboy boots and all. He had on a hat that looked far too nice for a Halloween outfit.

“Is that your hat?” You asked.

He tipped the brim at you, doing a goofy bow with one hand on the comically large belt buckle he was wearing. “Darn tootin’, little miss. Got it alongside the boots a few years ago.”

You placed a hand over your heart, returning the mock accent he’d put on. “Oh, my. What a gentleman you are!”

Jake offered to grab you and Sam a drink, and you happily accepted, following him into the kitchen while Sam took a seat in the living room with the other two.

“So, who are you trying to impress? Or make jealous?” Jake asked, taking the top off of a bottle of tequila.

“I’m sorry?”

He gestured towards you. “The costume. You’re the hottest one here, no contest. Did you get your heart broken recently?”

“I…no. Well…” You watched his hands as he poured you a drink that would certainly be too strong. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“I won’t pry. Unless you want me to.” He handed you your drink, and started making another one.

You took a cautious sip, pleasantly surprised. You could barely taste the alcohol. “This is good.”

“Thank you. My secret recipe.” He finished his own drink, swirling it around in his hand for a moment while he leaned against the counter to face you. “I’m guessing you made up with Sam?”

You nodded. “He apologized. He explained how–” You cut yourself off. You definitely shouldn’t repeat his explanation to Jake, of all people. “He just explained why he was mad. But it’s all okay now.”

“That look in your eye,” he pointed at you, squinting his eyes. “You’re still mad at him, aren’t you?”

It was genuinely annoying how well Jake could see right through you. Like he was reaching into your brain and stealing your thoughts. It almost felt violating, the way he seemed to always just know.

“A little.”

“Because of that fight?”

You hesitated for a moment too long. “Yeah.”

He gave you a knowing smile. “You don’t have to lie to me.”

“I’m not lying.”

“So what was his excuse?” He eyed you over the rim of his cup as he took a swig.

“I don’t want to get into it, honestly.”

“I won’t push. Just want to make sure you’re alright.” He was being genuine, that much you could tell for certain.

“I appreciate that, Jake. I really do.”

He gave you a smile, the kind that made you a bit weak in the knees, and gestured towards the living room. Sam and Danny were deep in conversation on the mantle of the fireplace, and Josh was in the corner chatting up some group of people you didn’t recognize. The two of you took a seat on the couch, and you made yourself small in the corner against the arm rest, your legs tucked under you.

Jake was a good talker. He made worthwhile conversation, even though you weren’t entirely in the mood to talk about anything. He asked a lot of questions, and the two of you would spiral off into a tangent regarding that question. At one point, he mentioned the band, the one Sam had said they were trying to drag him into.

“Do you guys have a name?” You asked.

He shook his head. “It's not serious enough for that, not yet. I want a name to come organically, when it’s time.”

“Makes sense. It would suck to pick a name and want to change it later.”

“Exactly.” He flicked his finger against one of your wings, sending it bouncing back and forth. “You should come to one of our little shows some time.”

“Where at?”

“We just play out of the garage, or back there, typically.” He gestured to the back of the house.

“Are you any good?” You smirked.

He laughed a bit, then gave you a wide-eyed, serious look. “The best.”

“Text me about it some time. I’d love to come, if I’ve got some free time on my hands that day.”

“I will,” you smiled.

The two of you sat in comfortable silence, and you listened in to the conversations around the room. Sam’s voice reached your ears first, the sound of it so familiar and enjoyable that you seemed to pick it out of the crowd easily.

“She’s great.” He was still talking to Danny.

“You don’t sound very excited.” Danny's voice was harder to pick out, but you could hear it nonetheless.

“Nah, man, I was with her the other night. She’s a really sweet girl.”

Your skin prickled and your fingers tensed up. She. Her.

“She’s gorgeous,” he went on.

“Are you guys together, or what?”

“Not yet.”

You’d heard enough. Not yet. Those two words felt like a gunshot straight to your chest. You could barely hear Jake over the noise of your thoughts as he prodded you with a quiet “Hey.”

You didn’t respond.

“Hey.” He called your name, placing a gentle touch on your arm that finally snapped you out of your trance.

You blinked at him a few times, your fingers white-knuckled on the armrest of the couch.

“You okay?” He looked at you with genuine concern.

“Yeah, I just…” you cleared your throat. “I think I need another drink.”

“Not a problem. Follow me.”

You could feel Sam’s eyes burning a hole in the back of your head as you walked away with Jake, back into the kitchen, where he mixed you up another drink.

“Stronger this time,” he warned, handing it to you.

“Thanks. I need it.”

“Listen, sweetheart. What's going on with you?”

You shook your head. “I already said I don't want to get into it. Just exhausted, that’s all.”

“Well, letting it fester doesn’t seem to be doing you any favors.” He pinched one of your wings between his fingers and pulled at it. “Come here.”

He led you out the back door, and the two of you took a seat around the fire. He slid his chair across the grass as close to yours as it would go. “I can keep a secret, if that’s what you need. Just talk to me.”

“Jake…” This was only the second time you’d interacted with him. You weren’t ready to open up about anything to him – at least, not in your partially-sober mental state. “I appreciate you worrying about me. I really do. But I can't get into specifics with you.”

He toyed with the ruffled sleeves of his shirt. “Then be vague.”

“Well,” you sighed. “Do you ever just feel like everything is crashing down around you all at once?”

He nodded. “I know the feeling quite well.”

“That’s just kind of where I’m at right now.” He was basically a stranger to you, but you couldn’t help but open up just a bit around him. He radiated an aura that made you feel seen and understood, and the way he was apparently able to read your mind lent greatly to that feeling.

“I don’t want to overstep, but you know you can come to any of us about anything. These guys–” he gestured at the house. “They care. I care. Sam, especially. He really–”

“He is the issue,” you blurted out, cutting him off.

Jake shut his mouth, rocking his chair back and looking into the fire, processing your outburst. “So…” he trailed off, clearly not sure how to proceed.

“I just can’t figure him out.”

“You did only just meet him a month ago,” Jake countered. “Just give it some time. Don't let one fight taint your entire image of him.”

You were quickly painting yourself into a corner with this line of discussion. You couldn't exactly tell him why you were upset, without a full declaration of your love for Sam. “You’re right.”

“He’s smart. Smarter than anyone else I know. Guys like that can be a bit confusing.” He gave you a small smile. “Just let it go, whatever you’re still mad at him about. Your whole world doesn’t have to fall apart over one argument.”

You wished that this was something so simple, something you could just let go of.

“You need a sippy cup for that?” He pointed at the drink in your hand, still mostly full.

“Yeah, actually,” you giggled. “A princess crown too.”

For just a little while, Jake was able to make you forget all about the pain that still throbbed in your heart. Your typical worries washed away with every sip of the drinks he made you as the minutes turned into hours. You watched as all types of ghouls, monsters, and characters shuffled around the fire. The occasional couple in matching outfits would sometimes come by, and you had to avert your eyes every time, your mind drifting to the other half of your angel-devil getup that was wandering around the house somewhere.

Sam made an appearance at one point, sitting right next to you. Jake gave him a side-eyed look, glancing between you and him a few times, but he kept his mouth shut. You were a bit nervous he would leave the two of you alone. You weren’t sure you could handle that right now. Just looking into Sam’s eyes was enough, you didn’t want any more than that. He could sense it, you were certain. Something had shifted, and the air between you was thicker now. Conversation between the two of you was brief and clipped.

When he finally walked off with some guys you’d never seen before, things felt different. Jake was gazing at you intensely, giving you that same look he’d given you at the first party. Looking at you like he could eat you alive.

“You know,” he began, leaning a bit closer to you. “We never finished our conversation from the other week.”

You wracked your brain trying to recall what he was talking about, visibly lost.

“So would you be mad if I was?”

His words seemed like complete gibberish at first. But when he raked his eyes over your body, it came rushing back in like a tide, a knot forming in the pit of your stomach and your legs crossing a little tighter. That had been his response when you’d asked him if he was flirting with you.

“Not at all.” You said it with no hesitation, not a doubt in your mind. He was enchanting in a way you couldn’t describe even with a thousand metaphors.

He ran a hand through his hair, a gesture that reminded you deeply of a certain someone. If you couldn’t have him, then you’d take the next best thing. The thought felt evil, dirty, sickening, even. That you were even considering the one thing you knew would hurt him more than anything else…it wasn't like you.

As if right on cue, the yard became eerily silent. Something had drawn the crowd inside for now, and it was just the two of you, a group quietly passing a joint in the opposite corner of the yard, and the crackling of the fire. His hand came to rest on your thigh, just below where the stockings were wrapped in a neat little white bow. It was there for comfort, but the warmth of his palm singed your skin and sent flames raging through your body. Your stomach dropped, and you wondered how a man could make you have such a reaction to such a simple, innocent touch.

“You okay with this?” He asked.

Whether he meant his advances, or his fingers burning right through your skin to the bone, was not clear to you.

You would lie to yourself every chance you'd get, but you weren’t stupid. Jake was clearly into you. The tension was palpable now that the two of you were alone, if only just for a moment. You were a perfect level of drunk at this point. Still lucid, but your inhibitions dulled to just the right level. “I’m fine, but…this costume,” you whined. “It’s so uncomfortable.”

Jake looked at you with a fire in his eyes that could scorch you, so intense you averted your gaze. It was like he had grown bigger, eclipsing everything in your vision. He burned brighter than the fire that illuminated his stunning features in a brilliant orange. “Is that so?”

You nodded.

“What a shame it would be if someone took it off.” His tone implied that he was joking, but the look on his face said quite the opposite.

“Yeah,” you giggled. “I look so nice, I can’t imagine what I would look like with less clothes.” Flirting, especially the kind you were doing now, wasn’t something you did often. In fact, you weren’t sure you’d ever done this kind of thing before.

He tilted his head at you, raising an eyebrow. “Is the little angel trying to ask me something?”

“Am I not making it obvious enough?”

You knew the gravity of the choice you were making. This would be a secret you could not keep forever, actions you wouldn’t be able to take back. None of that mattered anymore, though. There was one man you truly, unequivocally wanted, and he was not yours. He would never be yours. If he wanted you, he would be the one next to you right now.

“Plenty obvious, dear lady.” He belted the words in an accent you’d heard a few times before. “Come with me.”

“I expected something a bit more romantic from you, Jakey.”

He smiled at you, but the fire never left his eyes. “I don’t think I need to seduce you any further. Shut up and follow me.”

You felt dazed, completely out of your body as he took your hand in his and rushed you through the house and up into his room. Before you had time to come back down to reality your back was pressed up against a door and Jake was mere inches from your face, eyes piercing straight through you, his hand wrapped around the back of your neck. He pulled off the headband that held a halo to your head, tossing it away somewhere behind him. So sickeningly poetic, an obnoxiously obvious metaphor.

“You’re sure you want this?” He asked, drawing a bit closer.

You weren’t completely sure of anything anymore. The one thing you knew was that this was real, he was here, and those gorgeous eyes were staring right through you. Eyes you saw in many dreams. You’d been holding back from running your fingers through his hair all night, and it had now become impossible to deny the way he made you feel. Your heart raced, blood rushing through your veins at an impossible speed. He smelled different this time, some different type of cologne. Yet there was still the underlying scent of him, of Jake.

He leaned forward and you were certain your insides turned to ice water when his lips met the side of your neck, placing a delicate kiss there. “I won’t take the most intense fuck-me eyes I’ve ever seen in my life as an answer, angel. Speak.”

“Yes.”

“I need more than that.”

“Jake, please…” you whined, drawing a gasp when his teeth raked across your skin. “Please just…just touch me.”

His fingers snaked up into your hair, giving a gentle tug to the side as he finally bit down on your neck. A soft moan escaped your lips as he sucked bruises into your skin. You knew you should stop him, tell him he can’t, people will see if he marks you up. But you just didn’t care anymore, and it felt far too good to stop him. So what. Let them see.

He wrapped his arms around you, walking you back towards the bed before almost throwing you onto it. He practically ripped his shirt off, throwing it to some dark corner of the room. He put a knee up on the bed beside you, and you leaned back as he leaned forward, until your little wings touched the mattress. He was crouched over you, silhouetted by the lamp light behind him. You were suddenly very aware of how quickly you were breathing.

“You alright?”

“Jesus, how many times do I have to say yes?”

“My name is Jake, actually. And I just want to make sure you’re happy, little angel.” He gave you such a sweet smile you thought your heart would burst right then and there.

“I couldn't be any happier right now.”

He descended onto your bare collarbones, biting against your skin with perfect pressure. You couldn't say a word, only gasp and whine under him. It felt too fucking good to finally have him like this.

You weaved your fingers through his hair, tugging at it gently, pulling him away from your neck. He moved willingly under your touch, more than you expected. You arched your back and reached for the zipper that held your costume around yourself, but his fingers wrapped around your forearms, squeezing just a bit too hard.

“Keep it on.”

“But–”

“I said keep it on. Did you not hear me, or are you choosing not to listen?”

Your heart skipped a beat, and he took your stunned silence as a chance to lean forward. There was a pause when your lips brushed. This was it, this was the point of no return. When you would awake from a dream where Jake had been right where he was now, sweat drenching your sheets and a throbbing between your legs, this was the thing you swore you would never do. This was the line you swore you would never cross, for fear of hurting Sam. None of that mattered anymore. He didn’t want you. He fought with you. He yelled at you. The line disappeared, and you crossed it without a doubt in your mind.

You pulled Jake in, unceremoniously, and your lips crashed together. He was soft, gentle, he moved with you. Your grip tightened in his hair when he sucked your bottom lip between his teeth, giving it a gentle bite. You pulled him away from your lips and he went with ease, staring at you with wide eyes.

He seemed so compliant, so eager to please you. You ran your thumb over his lips, and you couldn't help but envision him buried between your thighs. And as if he could read your mind, he began to crawl down the length of you, leaving kisses wherever his mouth could reach. He rested his head against your thigh, eyes flicking between you and the fabric draped across your lap. Like he was preparing himself.

“Jake…” You shifted your hips, growing desperate for some kind of touch.

He shushed you, trailing his fingers up your bare leg, just barely grazing the skin, making you shudder. “Wanna take my time.”

Painfully slowly, he pushed your skirt out of the way, the fabric gathering around your hips, your lacey panties on full display now. You propped yourself up onto your elbows to get a better look at him, though the sight of him there was almost too much to bear.

“You look soaked already. All I’ve done is kiss you, sweet girl.” A grin spread across his face as he met your eyes. “You need me that bad, huh?”

“Obviously,” you whined.

He ran his thumb across the fabric of your panties, gently pulling them to one side. He ran a finger through your folds, staring at you like you were the most beautiful thing he'd ever laid eyes on. “All for me?” he breathed.

“All for you.”

He tore your panties off as quickly as he could, and slid a finger into you, and you felt completely breathless, dropping back down against the sheets. He moved masterfully, working you open, playing with you like you were a little toy for him.

“Oh fuck, Jake…” you stuttered over your words, every syllable a whimper.

“Louder, angel.”

You looked down at him, his eyes blazing into yours, dark and hungry.

“But they'll hear–”

“Let them.” He dropped down, laving his tongue over your clit, and you couldn’t stop the choked oh, god that fell from your lips.

“I can’t, that's so…” you couldn't finish your sentence, your words interrupted by gasping moans that you bit back, mortified by the idea of anyone hearing you.

“I’ll just have to make you louder, then.” He spoke the words pressed against you, the vibrations of his lips making you writhe. You tangled a hand in his hair, unconsciously pushing him closer against you.

“You’ve been driving me crazy all fucking night,” he growled between licks of your clit. “I waited long enough to hear you.”

You had to bite the back of your hand to keep quiet when he added a second finger, curling them in just the right way, your other hand grabbing onto his hair for dear life.

“I didn’t even do anything,” you whined, sounding downright pathetic.

“Really?” He pressed his thumb against your clit in the absence of his tongue, sending a shiver through your body. “The whole night you were staring at me like you couldn’t wait for this.” He brought his tongue back to your clit, drawing a needy whine.

He was good at this, finding every spot you loved so quickly, testing different movements and angles, figuring out what made you moan the loudest or grab his hair the hardest. You were quickly unraveling beneath him.

“You want me to fuck you?” He asked, his mouth still against you.

“Isn’t that what we’re doing?”

He pulled away from you, looking up at you with those wide eyes that made you feel insane, his fingers still moving. Your own wetness was smeared across his lips, his mouth curled up in a sly smile. “You know what I mean.”

You barely gave it a second thought before you whispered out a quiet “yes.”

“What was that, baby?”

You repeated yourself, gasping out the word a bit louder this time.

He brought himself up onto his knees, placing one hand on the side of your head, looming over you while his fingers still worked you perfectly. “I need more than that.”

All of this, the talking, the way his voice was a bit more raspy than normal, the way his hair hung down into his face, it was all too much. You were rushing towards your peak far too fast, the buildup far too long, and the feeling must have reflected in your face a bit too clearly.

“Are you gonna cum? Already?” He said it so cocky, so snarky, with almost a laugh behind it. Like he couldn’t believe his eyes.

You nodded, words becoming impossible to form, your eyes slipping shut as your back arched off the bed.

“Look at me,” he demanded.

You looked at him through half-lidded eyes, barely able to take in his dreamlike appearance. “Jake…” you whined, reaching for him, wrapping your arms around his neck. He let you pull him closer, brushing his lips against yours as he collapsed onto you. “Yes, baby?” You could feel his lips curl into a grin and he tasted like you.

You couldn’t find words, only choked moans came out of you as the heel of his hand pressed against your clit. You were so close, holding yourself back, for what reason you weren’t entirely sure.

“Go on, do it.”

Just those simple words of coaxing were enough to send you crashing over the edge, a sound coming out of you that you didn't even know you could make. Your teeth latched onto his collarbones, biting and sucking at his skin and earning you a few soft moans from his lips.

“That’s it…good girl.” He whispered into your ear in a way that made you shiver and twist your fingers into the fabric of his shirt, your entire body on fire. It felt like it would never end, his words prolonging every sensation as he talked you through it, with words of praise and filthy commands. “Keep going, angel, doesn’t that feel good?” He asked as you started to curl in on yourself, trying to tuck your knees to your chest. Whatever he was doing to you right now, nobody had ever done before.

It felt like the longest orgasm you’d had in your life, and you wouldn’t be surprised if it was. When he felt you’d had enough, and you started reaching for his wrist to pull it away, he finally relented, slowing and eventually stopping. As you came down, he pulled back, looking into your eyes with that fiery gaze that pierced right through you. He needed the same thing, and god did it have you throbbing all over again.

“Fuck me,” you whispered.

In one fluid motion he pulled away and flipped you over, yanking your hips up and putting a hand on the small of your back to hold you down. You yelped, surprised he was able to just…throw you around like that. The sound of his belt clinking behind you was erotic enough to draw a small moan out of you. Then the sensation of him dragging himself over your core – you nearly collapsed back down onto the bed.

“Don’t worry, angel. Gonna fuck you nice and sweet.”

You buried your face in the sheets to hide the agonized groan that ripped out of you as he pressed into you. He filled you so perfectly, in a way nobody else ever had. And then he just…stopped. He leaned down over you, his forehead resting against your back.

“Jakey–” the nickname slipped out unconsciously. “Please move, please–”

“Patience, angel.” You could feel his chest rising and falling with shaky, quick breaths.

You made a pleading, desperate sound, tightening yourself around him and trying to rock your hips back against him.

“Oh, don’t fucking do that,” he growled.

You needed this for longer, needed him as long as you could possibly have him. You felt a pressing need to be good for him.

He pulled his hips back, and snapped them forward again, sending stars across your vision. You clawed at the sheets, downright unholy sounds escaping you as he settled into a rhythm.

His hands roamed over your body until one of them landed on your lower stomach, just below your navel. He pulled you closer with that hand, adding just a bit of pressure in just the right place. “I’m right there, baby. You feel it?”

You whimpered, your mind scattered in every direction – you weren't used to this kind of dirty talking. Of course you could feel him, impossibly deep, taking up every square inch of you. “Yeah, I do,” you choked out, each word punctuated by a gasp.

“You’re taking it so good, sweet girl.” His hand wandered a bit lower, grazing across your clit, just enough to make you buck your hips, but he gave you no more than that light touch.

“More, please,” you gasped, trying to draw deeper breaths to keep yourself grounded. But he knocked the wind out of you with every thrust of his hips.

He clicked his tongue and murmured a pitying aww. “Does my sweet angel need something?”

“I need to see you, please, I want to–”

Before you could finish your sentence he was spinning you around to face him, practically throwing you down onto the bed. The ease at which he could manhandle you was stunning.

You clawed at his chest as he guided himself back into you, and you were certain you’d leave scratch marks on his skin. His expression as he did so was something that you felt burn into the back of your mind, something you would never forget. Like a song lyric you couldn’t stop replaying in your mind. His jaw slack, his upper lip curled up just a bit in something like a sneer, his brows knitted together, his head tilted slightly to the right, as if he was trying to get a better view.

It felt gentler now. The rush and frenzy of it all had worn off, and he moved slowly and deliberately. When his eyes met yours, the sensations caught up with your mind, and a brick wall of bliss crashed against you. You dragged your nails down his chest, your back arching off the bed when he bottomed out inside you.

“Is that better?” The smirk on his face alone was enough to make you tighten around him.

“Much better,” you sighed.

He settled into a rhythm again, one hand wrapped around your thigh and the other gripping the top of the headboard. Like he was putting his body on display for you. He hadn't taken off the chains around his neck, and the amulets made a lovely clinking sound as they swung back to collide with his chest with every thrust. You lifted yourself up off the bed, trying to drape your arms over his shoulders–

He pushed you back down with a hand against your chest. He shifted, his hands coming to rest on either side of you.

“I want to be closer to you,” you whined, like a spoiled brat.

“I want to watch you.”

You pouted, wrapping your arms around his neck once again and trying to pull yourself up. But something held you back.

“You’re pinned, angel.”

It clicked – he was holding you down by your wings. The tiny bits of feather and fabric and wire strapped tightly around your shoulders. You wriggled under his grip, desperately trying to pull away, trying to get just a little closer to him, needing to feel more of him on you.

“You were taking it so good, baby,” he groaned. “Why all the fuss now?”

“Need you.” You tried to speak the words, but they came out as a full-fledged moan. It was almost embarrassing how needy you sounded.

His expression twisted into a cruel smile. “Need you,” he mimicked the way you’d moaned it, almost perfectly. “I need you to let me fuck you the way I know you’ll like it.”

You were stunned into silence, only able to take small sips of air through his thrusts.

But he mimicked that too. “You sound so pretty. I figured you would.” He always had a way of rendering you speechless.

All of his words, the perfect angle of his hips, the way you were pinned down, all of it was leading to a cliff edge you knew so well, the tension in your body rising to a level you didn’t think possible. It almost scared you a bit, and Jake must have read the fear in your eyes, from the way he grinned.

“Is the pretty angel gonna cum for me?”

You nodded frantically, words evading you.

“You didn’t ask permission first.”

Your eyes rolled back, your jaw dropping open in stunned silence at his words. Ask permission?

You managed to mumble out a “please” between moans.

“Nowhere near good enough,” he hissed. “Try again, or I’ll stop.” He wasn’t joking either, his hips slowing their pace, angling just away from your clit.

Every ounce of inhibition you had left went out the window at that moment, your eyes locking with his “Please, Jake, please, can I cum, sir? Please, I'm trying to be so good for you–” The words rushed out faster than your brain could process what you were saying.

He seemed to break a bit, his hips snapping forward harder than before. His hand came up to wrap around your throat, his fingers placed perfectly on top of your veins. “Say it again.”

“Please, sir,” you sobbed, feeling a tear roll down your cheek. “I can’t– I can’t wait any longer–”

“Since you asked so nicely.” He pressed himself against you again, grinding his hips into your clit, and it only took a moment before you were cascading off the edge into the abyss. It felt like falling, your entire body tightening all at once, before you burst into sheer bliss, a smile gracing your lips as Jake’s hand tightened around your throat just right. Through your clipped breaths you called his name, not a thought in your mind about who may hear.

Through your daze of pleasure, you could hear his voice, sweet and soft in your ear, talking you through it. “That’s it baby, cum for me, I’m right there with you,” before his words devolved into groans so sweet they could rot your teeth. You could feel him pulsing inside you, filling you, spilling out of you onto the sheets.

The two of you stayed like that for a while, his hand slipping off your neck to stroke the side of your face, brushing away the tears that gathered on your cheeks. He collapsed down onto his forearms, breathing heavily, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

Your voice came out of you cracked and broken, still the whisper of a moan on your tone. “Did you…”

“Yeah. I did. Fuck, I’m sorry.” He shook both of your bodies with silent laughter. “I swear I didn’t mean to. Are you…”

“Yes. Don’t worry.”

“Oh, I’m going to.”

You giggled, a pure, clean sound that cut through the fog of tension in the room. “I forgot how good that feels.” You started to tremble, wrapping your shaking hands around him. “They definitely heard me, by the way.” You could hear laughter and conversation from the floor below – there was no chance they didn’t hear you shouting his name.

“Whatever.”

You laughed again, raising an arm to run your fingers through his hair, now damp with sweat. “That was…” you couldn't find the words to describe it.

“Too rough?” He propped himself up to look at you. “You look a mess.”

You could imagine it, mascara running down your face, hair disheveled, costume wrecked. “Perfect,” you smiled.

“Really.” He planted a kiss on the tip of your nose. “Glad to hear it.” Looking you up and down, he heaved a sigh. “You’re leakin’ on my sheets, though.”

“Sorry, sir.” You crossed your legs and shot him a smirk.

He narrowed his eyes at you, a smile dancing on the corners of his lips. “Let me grab you something to clean up.”

“Not gonna do it yourself?” You teased as he rolled off the bed, pulling on a pair of sweatpants.

“What, you want me to eat it out of you? There’s a three course meal in there right now.” He shot you a look over his shoulder, and you felt a blush creep into your cheeks.

“So vulgar.”

“Nah, just rock and roll.” He tossed you a towel and you cleaned yourself up the best that you could, before rolling over to haul yourself out of bed. You stood on wobbly knees, a dizziness suddenly crashing down over you, like your mind had forgotten you were still drunk until this moment. Jake was there in an instant, his arms hooking under yours to keep you on your feet.

“Careful now.”

He helped guide you into the bathroom as a content daze washed over you.

“Shout if you need anything,” he said in a hushed tone, letting go of you and retreating from the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

Emotions you hadn’t felt in far too long rushed together through your mind all at once as you sat down on the toilet. You hadn’t had time for sex in college. Too focused on your degree, too focused on your future, you had no interest in pursuing any of the men on campus. But maybe this is what you’d been missing this whole time. This was the piece of you that you’d been stifling, holding down. The reason you couldn’t seem to forget about Sam.

For now, you could push him out of your mind, the space he’d been taking up now replaced with Jake. And that horrible, nauseating feeling of butterflies you got around Sam didn’t happen when you saw Jake. He was safe. This was platonic, this was no-strings-attached, just a good time between two friends-of-friends.

You were suddenly very aware of how uncomfortable your costume was. You threw it off in a hurry, standing naked in front of the mirror, pondering your own reflection. He’d left a few rosy bruises on your collarbones and your neck. Your fingers brushed across them, the sight of being claimed making you throb, just a bit.

Are you sore? From fucking my brother? Sam’s words echoed through your mind at an alarming volume.

I wasn’t then. But I am now.

A knock at the door startled you out of your haze.

“You okay in there?” Jake’s voice called through the wood.

“Yeah.” Your voice was broken and hitched. “I need clothes though.”

He opened the door and you quickly covered yourself with a yelp. He was holding a pair of sweatpants and an old t-shirt in his hand.

“I’ve already seen it all. You don’t have to hide it,” he chuckled. “Put these on.”

You did as he said, noticing the warm scent of vanilla that drifted off his clothes.

“I would offer to drive you home, but I…don’t think I should drive.”

You shook your head. The idea of being alone after that was an unpleasant one at best.

“You can sleep here, if you want.”

“I’d like that very much.”

He grabbed your hand and led you back over to his bed. He’d already made it back up neatly, the covers turned down, the room softly illuminated by only a small lamp in the corner. It didn’t feel intrusive to be here, it felt like home.

“I’m gonna go see how the guys are doing. You get some rest, alright angel?”

You crawled under the covers, your body immediately relaxing, releasing the tension you didn’t realize you’d been holding onto. “Alright,” you mumbled, eyes half-lidded.

You were nearly asleep before he even left the room.

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Chevalier: Pregnancy and Family Chapter 5

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The dreadful night where the queen almost died of poison passed and both Chevalier and MC were happily cuddling in there bed.

The baby was moving and seemed fine and it looked like the whole ordeal was behind them. Yet that could not be further for the truth.

Chevalier still had to find the culprits and make an exemple out of them.

This would have been easier had he started looking for proofs as soon as it happened, but now that a whole night have passed he was sure whoever did this had already got rid of everything that could incriminate him or her.

After making sure MC was fine, Chevalier gave her a goodbye kiss ,left the room and headed toward his office.

He was ready to hold a meeting and assign all of his brothers a different task. All he wanted was a name, the name of the one he would execute for trying to harm his queen and his baby.

First he needed to find the maid who served the dessert, he already heard from Jin that the kitchen staff were already all innocent as Cecilia herself tasted the cake right before it left the kitchen. So it has to be the maid.

But if his opponent had even a little bit of intelligence, that maid was most likely already dead. Most knights came from noble families, so one of them could have sneaked the maid out and killed her.

This would make his job way harder, but he remembered the maid’s feather and maneurism very well. He was sure he could find her if he questioned the entirety of the palace staff.

But even if he did, a dead maid can’t talk so what for? Maybe he would try looking into her interactions the day prior.

All this was going through his head as he headed toward his office.

What he did not expect however was for Licht to be there along with MC’s maid cecilia. All of his brothers were there too as if they were only waiting for him.

“We caught the maid” said leon grinning proudly “We were waiting for you because we thought you would like to interrogate her yourself.”

“Actually Cecilia and Licht did.” added jin.

Chevalier was pleasantly surprised, this would make his job way easier.

He stared at Licht and Cecilia, waiting for them to explain what happened.

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The night before, the maid served the cake to the queen and left the room in a hurry.

She was to leave the palace with a knight, as instructed by the duke. In her hurry however she did not notice Cecilia who was leaving the Kitchen with a bag of freshly backed madeleines.

Every night, Cecilia would make some and leave them by Prince Licht’s door with a small knock. And every night, Licht would open the door, take the bag of madeleine and smile while looking at Cecilia who was trying to hide behind the corner, not aware that he could see her.

Anyways, Cecilia was leaving the kitchen when she saw the maid who looked in too much of a hurry to be natural. So she followed her.

After a few minutes, the maid met a knight and they seemed to be arguing. He grabbed her by her arm and the maid started struggling.

Cecilia faintly heard the words ‘poison’ ‘done’ ‘forest’. She quickly put the pieces together, and was about to rush to the queen’s room when she thought that it would already be too late as the cake was served at least 10 minutes ago. She told herself that King Chevalier would take care of MC and that instead she had to catch the maid.

But there was no way she could overpower a trained knight and any other knight could also be a traitor. So she ran, ran to the person she felt could help her and that she trusted the most, Prince Licht. She had to get him there quick before the two culprits left.

Licht was sitting in his room, waiting expectantly for that little knock that came was a small bag of madeleines. Instead a loud bang was heard and when he opened the door, a breathless Cecilia was standing there begging him to grab his sword and come with her as she had no time to explain.

He followed her and thankfully they caught the maid and knight before they could go anywhere.

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Back to the present,

Chevalier was quite pleased with this turn of events. He would remember to reward both Licht and Cecilia.

But for now, he had a maid and a knight to question.

Surely, both didn’t need much to talk. In less than 2 hours Chevalier knew for sure who was behind this.

The duke was the head of the noble faction. His power grew after marquis Michel retired from high society. He insisted many time on having Chevalier take a second queen, he even recommended his own daughter. Chevalier always ignored him. But it seems that gave the old devil wings. To think he would directly poison the queen.

Without much delay, Chevalier sent his knights to the duke’s mansion and arrested him along with his son.

The duke didn’t even need to admit anything as all proofs were against him. As per royal law, both the duke and his son were to be executed and the rest of the family would be stripped of all their wealth and titles.

When Chevalier told MC of this, he expected her to look a bit sad and maybe try to plead for him not to execute them but to his surprise, MC just nodded and looked satisfied as she carressed he swollen tummy.

He could see how much she grew both as a person and as a queen. She had learned that sometimes, severe punishment was necessary.

The duke was to be executed publicly in a week along with his son.

As per the law, the duchess and the daughter would only be stripped of all their wealth and titles, as they seemed to be aware of whatever the duke was doing but did not do anything to stop him.

After 2 days of full bed rest MC was as good as new and has allowed guests to visit her, many of them were the wives of prominent nobles who came to get her favor.

She did not expect however for the ‘duke’s wife to visit her.

Curious of what the shrewd women would want of her after what her husband did, she accepted to meet her.

She however didn't even serve her a cup of tea as she had not yet forgiven her for what she had done to her back when she was still Chevalier’s fiancee.

After few minutes of the Duchess just sitting there, looking down in shame and MC just coldly staring at her, the older woman threw herself on her knees and started begging the queen.

“I beg of you your majesty to spare my son and husband! I have no one but them! How am i to live without them?!”

That shrewd old had seemed to know exactly what she was doing. She knew how soft and benevolent the queen was. And she was sure that if she cried some more and begged, the weak MC would talk to the King and have him spare her husband.

But when the Duchess lifted her head expecting to see pity and sadness in the queen’s eyes, all she saw was ice cold indifference.

“Get up, Duchess. That shall not work on me. Not this time, not ever. Your husband and son tried to kill my baby” she put her hand on her baby bump “and I have no forgiveness for anyone who tries to harm my family ”.

With that, the queen stood up and left the room as she had nothing else to say.

This event would forever be a lesson for anyone who tried to mess with the royal family.

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markiemelon · 2 years

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biscuit boy

fluff . no warnings ˘͈ᵕ˘͈

ʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔ ♡

baker!haechan x gn!reader

you made your usual stop at the cafe on your way to work. pleasantly not-surprised to see him behind the counter. it all started when you needed a gift for your co-worker’s birthday, conveniently coming across the cafe that very morning on your way to work.

you walked inside to see a cute boy around your age working in the back. when asked your order, you almost blatantly asked who that boy was. but you simply asked for one of those little biscuits shaped like bears, pointing to the one on display in the glass cabinet, lit with yellow light. “that might be a little while, if you don’t mind the wait.” the man said to you. “sure, that’s alright.” truthfully, you didn’t have much time. but you wanted to get a better look at the boy. “you can go ahead and have a seat, we’ll call you when it’s ready... and haechan, get started on the biscuits.”

and so you sat, focusing on the boy who must be haechan, as he was the only other person there, with the cafe just barely being opened for the day. you don’t even drink coffee, but ever since that day a couple months ago, you’ve stopped by that cafe nearly every morning. it used to be right on your way to work, but you’ve since been fired. now in recent mornings you find yourself going out of your way to make the stop, yet still, you do so.

you cherish the bits of information you exchange with haechan in the small talk you share, as you’re usually the only one there with him first thing in the morning. it’s gotten to the point where haechan has your order memorized and already ready before you get there, but you still stay to talk to him regardless.

you wish you could get to know him more. but little did you know, haechan has been putting bits and pieces together about you. he’s picked up on some of your small habits, like how you always put your bag on the table first before sitting down, and how you instinctively check where your name was written on the box your order came in to see if it was spelled right. haechan wants to know you more too.

the reason he started to prepare your order before you got there was to test whether or not you would still stay to talk to him. and from your little conversations, he knows you got fired from that job, about you going out of your way, and how you don’t even like coffee. leading him to assume that perhaps, maybe you come there every morning for him. maybe it was bold of him to assume, but even so, it gave him the confidence to take a step closer to you.

it was another morning. nothing new. haechan handed you your box and naturally you look for the little line that held a place for your name. there was a bit of a surprise this time though. i mean, you name was on it, however it was followed by a question. “y/n, can i please have your number??”

you looked over to haechan who was staring at you, leaning against the counter with his elbows, resting is head in his hand with a big smile on his face. he tapped a little notepad with his finger and gently pushed it across the counter, away from him, and closer to you. you picked up the conveniently placed notepad and pen and proceeded to write down the digits to your phone number. “here.” you set down the notepad. “im gonna be late for work.” you speed walked out of the cafe before haechan could say anything else.

later that day~

text from [unknown number]

hi, y/n??? it’s me. the boy who makes your biscuits.

new number added to contacts as biscuit boy

thx for reading ! hope you enjoyed ^ ^

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bloody-wonder · 5 months

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2023 reading wrap up

sort sort sort i love to arbitrarily sort😌📚

*i decided to get even more creative this time and named the tiers after different things from the books featured on this list. see explanation below🙃 **the following series i read in full are represented only by the first book: the aurelian cycle, the radiant emperor, the winnowing flame, sorcery of thorns, monk & robot, lilywhite boys

so in 2023 my reading was heavily curated: i challenged myself to finish at least 5 series i started a long time ago, to start at least 5 new ones, to read at least 10 classics, at least 5 dark academia books, at least 10 books not in english and to re-read at least 5 books i've been meaning to re-read for some time - and i did well at all of these challenges except for the last two (missed the goal by one book in each case). it's still difficult for me to find books in languages i can read other than english which i actually want to read as well as prioritizing re-reads over new exciting books😒🤷‍♀️

but overall i would say this was a good way to organize my reading year. i like planning, i like structure, i like crossing things off different lists so completing these challenges gave me a great sense of accomplishment. but more importantly, i feel like they achieved their respective purpose: i returned to stories i fell in love with years ago and finally followed some of those journeys to their end. i discovered new fun journeys - some of them so exciting i had to finish the series immediately and some that will last me for a few more years to come. i finally feel like i trained my classics brain muscle back to its glory days and i can't express how pleasantly surprised i am to see one of those dusty tomes i read by the dozen as a teen on my top 5 again. i rediscovered my love for dark academia. i did read books in different languages and some of them ended up quite high on my tier list as well.

at the same time i had plenty of opportunities left to mood-read. boy parts, my favorite book of the year, for example wasn't a part of any challenge. the same goes for semantic error which i picked up at random during the bl manhwa revival i experienced at the end of 2023. so my top tiers ended up being a mix of different genres, the new and the old series and books, the expected and the unexpected faves.

i wasn't trying to read a certain amount of books this year but surprisingly i managed to read even more than last year (when it comes to the page count). and as for the quality, i do have a better feeling than i had in 2022 too. while i didn't manage to regain the heights of literary enjoyment from the golden era of 2019-2021, i think i'm on my way there :)

here's another curious wrap up thingy @magpiefngrl tagged me in! very representative of my reading tastes, though i must say i have only 6 unread kj charles books left and i'm starting to get concerned about what i'm going to do when i inevitably gobble them up in 2024😬

what about you guys? please tell me about your reading year! you can do a tier list (if you're a virgo) or the my year in books overview (if you regularly update your goodreads) or just write a post, if you want to. or you can also ignore me and go have a fantastic year😉🍾🎉🎆🎄

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goodreads │ old yearly wrap ups 2020 2021 2022

explanation of the tier titles under the cut (if you even care)

spermaceti is a precious substance derived from the head of the sperm whale that may or may not be the whale's sperm. these are the books i absolutely loved. the vibe is that scene from moby dick where they are all on deck slicking each other with spermaceti and chanting "sperm!🙌" (that's how i remember it anyways)

toy excavator is the source of his strongest positive feelings for the main character of semantic error chu sangwoo. these are the books that i loved too but not on the spermaceti level, you know. the vibe is that scene where sangwoo realizes he's in love with jaeyoung and is like,, damn. this feels exactly like that time they gifted me a toy excavator🤔😒 (he's autistic)

skyfish is the least cool type of dragon in the aurelian cycle. the hufflepuff dragon, if you will. but it's still a dragon so these were some good books i still enjoyed😌

defekta are sentient furniture in nino cipri's sci fi novella defekt. now, in this book the concept of defekta very much serves the purpose of questioning what things we see as defective and the ethics of of how we treat them. for the purposes of this tier list however defekta are the books which range from good to great but which at the same time have some big issue that made me want to throw them at a wall. that's why the radiant emperor is ranked twice lol it has to be on my top 5 bc i'm obsessed but also ragsghhjdsgjhjbbdsd

kerinne is a made up drink the characters of mca hogarth's cozy sci fi series the dreamhealers like to drink. in 2023 i found out that i am not immune to cozy sff but one genre-specific thing i will forever remain indifferent towards is foods & beverages - i don't care about them too much irl so when they're fictional i care even less. these are the books that were just whatever🤷‍♀️

holism is art's annoying coworker we're introduced to in system collapse. a totally overrated guy, just like these books🙄

green varnish is a resin-like substance a certain type of creature in the winnowing flame excretes after consuming everything it finds in its path so that entire towns together with their residents get entombed under it forever. it's also transparent so the areas attacked by these creatures basically turn into see-through graveyards brrrr. these were The Worst books i read in 2023😬

#book tag #putting boy parts into the spermaceti tier over moby dick & cackling maniacally #ugh both goodreads and tiermaker kept crashing on me but i persevered #also if you're one of my reader followers and you want to tell me about your reading year please consider yourself tagged!

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How did you find/decide to watch lmk? And at what point did it hook you enough to say; time for this funny little lego show to consume my life I guess?

Purely on the surface it seems like it’s a show you wouldn’t be interested in. Since you really love looking for parallels/themes/foils etc.

(And lmk being- well, a glorified lego toy commercial doesn‘t really scream 'intricate storytelling and character arcs'. Eventhough it‘s packed with exactly that.)

I stumbled across a review of it roughly a year ago, but moved on because it didn‘t seem like my kind of thing. What intrigued me enough to watch it was actually the 'warrior of the mind' animatic.

So I checked it out and was completely blindsided by literally everything about it! I loved all the characters from episode one. And the animation is obviously top-tier. And then season two with the plot??

The last show I loved this much was Danny Phantom. And that is with hella strong nostalgia goggles and me mostly loving the concept more than anything.

I was also pleasantly surprised when I didn‘t cringe even once while watching it. That was largely due Mei and MK being the most besties ever. Their friendship made their shenanigans and embarrassing moments feel more like goofing off than anything else.

You made me realize just how much I adore these two goobers in particular. At first I just kinda followed the fandom focused on the monkey trio. But in hindsight Mei and MK are actually what made me fall in love with the show.

I‘m physically incapable of asking/talking about this show without gushing. Sorry bout that! 🙈

I don't really know how I got here. I am more aware than anyone that I am writing a lot of analysis about legos lol

Like I saw the 1x09 SWK V Macaque fight one time on my dash, and it was from a blog I liked, and the animation was cool, so I decided to give the show a chance.

But, honestly, I think catching up on LMK around the same time that my interest in TDP made a come back a year ago (which is just a very thematic show in general), contributed a lot to how I got here. Reading long theories/metas is how I've always interacted with fandom, and I wasn't finding any of the stuff I was seeing in the show, so then I decided to write my own! Cause why not!

Like, there's a lot of stuff to talk about here and I can only think about MK staring sadly at his reflection and hands so many times before I have to do something about it.

But 2x05, 3x10, the entire "to pain" scene, and all of s4 is what made the little lego show consume me. Like. Man. Have you seen this shit? What is up with that. Why are the legos crying.

And anon I think you would appreciate this post <3.

#I am such a mixed bag & this is kinda a very weird blog I think.#''Oh I love this greek tragedy I'm reading. Time to apply it to my lego show.''#and idk am I the best at writing meta? Probably not. But I do think I've improved a lot over the months #and my tagging system needs an overhaul smh #and I'm wrong sometimes #It annoys the shit out of me that I originally titled my hurt/pain parallels post as "pain & hurt motif''#GIRL THAT IS A THEME.#anyways #lmk #lego monkie kid #asks #imp tag #and anon I am 100% with you. The monkie trio is good. they're lovely. But I also like OTHER characters #The Mei & MK friendship. fr fr

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ladyirisreviews · 1 year

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Review: Touhou Luna Nights

I love this game and let me tell you why, but first a short message.

I first posted this review on my youtube channel, the first review I ever posted in video form, so it was kind of a big deal.

Now I post it entirely in a written form, because that's gonna be my focus from now on, since making videos turned out to be so demanding for me.

And before I forget, hiiii everyone, I am excited about starting anew on Tumblr, fully embracing writing reviews for reading instead of watching.

I always felt like writing was my strong suit so I feel more comfortable like this.

That doesn't mean I think everything I write is good, but I have a way easier time writing than doing anything else.

I'll post all of my past reviews like this, so it might be a while until I start posting entirely new reviews, but I'll let you know when it's an old review.

And lastly, before the actual review, I just hope you get to know about a game you may have never heard of and give it a try, it's a great game.

With nothing else to say, here it comes:

Touhou luna nights it's one of the games I enjoyed the most so far this year (2021), some years ago I watched some videos about it but didn't watch enough to get interested in it back then, earlier this year (2021) I saw it on sale on steam and I decided to give it a go, and I was pleasantly surprised.

To start the review I first need to do a little introduction of the game.

Touhou luna nights it's a Metroidvania based on Touhou, a pretty popular bullet hell, but it's not actually developed by the creator of Touhou, you see, there's a lot of Touhou media done by fans of the original games, and the creator, ZUN, gives permission to publish those pieces of media as long as they follow some rules, luna nights it's one of them.

So this game takes already established characters and puts them in an original scenario.

You play as Sakuya Izayoi, the head maid of the scarlet devil mansion, she is transported to the entrance of a copy of the mansion by her master, Remillia scarlet, and tells her that she has a game planned for her, she also informs Sakuya that her powers have been sealed, most importantly, her power to stop time.

Shortly after she enters the mansion, she encounters Nitori, who gives her a special clock that lets her stop time but just for a fraction of what she is capable of, so with this ability, and some upgrades you get along the way, she'll make her way to the top of the mansion to win her master's game.

Now for the juicy part, well one of, this game is juicy all around, but let's focus on the gameplay.

Being a Metroidvania the main things you'll be doing are walking, jumping, and attacking, I need to mention right away that I love the movement in this game, it's very responsive and it feels super-fluid, you also got a gliding ability to fall slower.

Unlike most Metroidvanias, your main way of attacking is by throwing knives, most Metroidvanias have you get close to enemies to hit them, but you can do so at long range, and quite fast also, but you can't spam forever, you got an mp meter that when empty, prevents you of shooting knives.

The ability to slow down and stop time is what really puts this game apart from other Metroidvanias though.

You can slow it down by holding the attack button for a short period of time, and you can completely stop time using the designated button after you get the mysterious clock from Nitori.

When you stop time, the counter on the top will start to slowly go down, if you move or attack while in time stop the counter will drop even faster, also your knives will stay on the air until time resumes it's course, and there's a limit on how many you can throw while on time stop.

Things that have a hitbox will still hurt you though, like frozen projectiles or the bodies of some enemies and spikes, you can also resume time whenever you like.

Then there's the graze mechanic, when you get very close to an enemy or a projectile, blue squares will fly toward you, these are the graze points.

They restore hp, mp, and time, so it rewards you for playing risky, regenerating the resources you use when attacking allowing you to keep attacking even if you are low on mp, or even saving you with the hp points you can get back.

If you try to get graze points while in time stop you'll get pink points instead, these only regenerate mp and time though, if you want to get HP you need to get close to an enemy while on normal time or when it's slowed down.

You also get some sub-weapons, these cost more mp than regular attacks or an equivalent amount of time while time is stopped, they all have situations where they are pretty useful, like bosses, specific enemy layouts, or even finding secrets, some being outright broken, they are all a great help though.

The number on the top left represents your level, it will increase all your abilities, but hp, mp, and time are not included, they can only be increased by items scattered through the mansion or by buying them at Nitori's store.

And finally, there's gems, enemies drop them when you defeat them and they can be sold for money, but they have a second purpose, each type of gem improves different abilities just very slightly, but it does make a difference when you have a lot of them, you can check at the shop what they improve, so you can pick and choose which ones you stay with depending on your needs.

In terms of mechanics, that's pretty much it, everything that has to do with controlling Sakuya feels very good, movement, jumps and attacks feel so responsive, and once you get a grip on them it feels buttery smooth to travel the mansion.

Because Sakuya's movement is so strong, it's like the level design is kinda trying to fight her, with the exception of bosses, most rooms in the games are closed rooms that have enemies strategically placed so Sakuya can't always just fly by without fighting, but with Sakuya's fighting skills there shouldn't be a problem to dispose of these enemies.

So the result are rooms that feel very smooth to pass through, if you have a good rhythm going there really is no reason for stopping on your way to the next boss, unless you are waiting for your mp or time to be sure you won't have much problem in the next room.

But stages do feel a bit short, the game has 6 levels in total that aren't as long as they might seem at first, a side effect of them feeling so fluid to pass by maybe, and they all conclude at a boss, which to me is the most fun part of this game.

Remember how I said Touhou is normally a bullet hell? well, the graze mechanic also comes from the bullet-hell version of Touhou, while in those games it only gives you points, the decision for it to replenish health and mp might as well be for the bosses, because they can also cause some bullet hells, not as extreme as the original games, but they can be pretty intimidating at first glance.

Platforming through the mansion is fun and all, but bosses really got you moving all around, they put your skills to the test, they always follow some pattern to their attacks though, so learning them is part of the journey to beat them.

The attack patterns have multiple ways to be avoided and you have a bunch of ways to deal damage, so there is room for a lot of player expression, which applies to the whole game.

You have so many options to approach different situations that it's hard to assume everyone will approach it the same way.

There's a couple of tips I can give, they might not sound like much but they do make a difference in my opinion.

Shooting knives downwards while also fluttering makes you stay in the air way longer.

Some sub-weapons have a homing ability, they can also reveal breakable walls.

Your hurtbox is way smaller than you might think at first, you can do some stuff that looks risky thanks to this.

If you get confident with your skills I recommend fighting the bosses without activating the time stop, it's a pretty fun challenge.

That's it about the gameplay, I want to quickly go over the music and graphics.

I love the music, I felt like it fits the game pretty well, for the fast-paced gameplay, and I especially like the boss music, bosses can get hectic and the songs they picked for them go along pretty well for all of them.

The art is also super neat, Sakuya's animations feel so fluid, and the artwork of enemies looks very clean too, there's also a very apparent effort at the effects of attacks and projectiles, this game is eye candy for me.

I think the work Team Ladybug did on this game is stellar, not only does it stand on itself, but it also pays perfect tribute to the original games.

The attack patterns, though less extreme, are very reminiscent of what you would see in a bullet hell, the graze system comes straight from bullet hells too, though in the normal games they give you points instead of healing you.

The small hitbox and the ability to attack at almost any time mimics the feel pretty well, even when this game is in a completely different gameplay style.

And all the songs are remixes of the original game's ost, which not only sound great they also give them a unique flair for this game.

As you can guess, I really recommend this game to anyone, it's not that long and it's easy to pick up, it has a lot of love behind it and I hope more people play it.

It has become a comfort game for me at this point, it goes for cheap on steam and it's also on Xbox and Switch, so there's no reason not to get it if you like games like this.

I am also pretty excited to play the other game they have on steam, which was released fairly recently (at this point it's been out for a year and they even released another game after it), if you played Luna Nights and you liked it I think it's a safe bet to play their other games.

xoxo

Lady Iris.

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residents-of-the-darkforest · 1 year

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Training and Simple Plant (short story)

Myrtlewing woke to the feeling of being poked with a claw on his nose. He flinched back. “Ow!”

Aldereyes stood over him, because of course it was him. “Get up. You're coming with me to train.”

Myrtlewing shifted to a sitting position and yawned. “You do realize that I’m a medicine cat, right?”

“Of course I remember. It’s the only position you could have where no one would judge you for fleeing in a battle. No one’s sick,” Aldereyes added. “The Clan should learn how to fight against bigger enemies.” He said that looking briefly to the ground.

Fleetsong had died three days ago. Myrtlewing had initially planned to sneak back through the dirtplace, but because Fleetsong ended up being mauled by a dog, he didn’t have to pretend. He told them the truth, or part of it–that Fleetsong offered to help him gather herbs while he was still awake, and they were attacked by a dog. Myrtlewing managed to climb up a tree in time, but Fleetsong wasn’t so lucky.

He forced himself to frown in spite of the very different emotion he felt. Fleetsong hadn’t died right away. The dog was chased off by a dawn patrol–another blessing for Myrtlewing, because it meant that he might have been caught if not for the beast. Fleetsong was then brought back to camp, where Myrtlewing would heal him. Poor tom was so terrified, knowing the truth but unable to tell it. Myrtlewing gave him some special herbs, and that was it. He had hung his head after that, telling Stormstar that their Clanmate was already too far gone.

“I’m a medicine cat,” Myrtlewing repeated, “I don’t need to fight.”

“I can tell that by looking at you. But you almost died.” Was that a shimmer in his eyes? “And as useless as you are at everything you do, you’re the Clan’s only medicine cat and we cannot afford for something to happen to you.”

Right. Myrtlewing smirked. That’s why.

He followed Aldereyes out of the den and to one of the training clearings, making sure to tell Mossflake where he would be and to fetch him if anyone needed him.

The training had already begun by the time they arrived. Molespots and Pricklepelt were circling each other, while Hootpetal and Cedarsky wrestled on the ground. Upon seeing Aldereyes, they straightened and watched him, waiting for instruction. Myrtlewing couldn’t help but feel a glimmer of pride at the respect their Clanmates held in his friend. Aldereyes wasn’t even deputy, and he was younger than Molespots and Pricklepelt by many moons, yet they still looked to him for guidance.

He kept mostly on the sidelines, but listened intently as Aldereyes gave instructions, explaining to his Clanmates how to fight a bigger predator in contrast to another warrior, and when he asked Molespots and Pricklepelt to share any knowledge they had on the topic. After all, he may need to use this information one day, whether as prey or predator.

“The best element of all,” Aldereyes was saying, “is surprise.” With that, he whipped around and tackled Myrtlewing, who was behind him, without warning, grabbing him by the shoulder and flinging him to the ground. Myrtlewing only blinked in startlement as Aldereyes pretended to bite his throat.

He felt it was all so funny. Only three days prior, he had done the same thing to Fleetsong, only much harsher, shoving the tom onto the forest floor and slitting his throat with his claws. Aldereyes would make an amazing killer.

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After the training was over, the group parted. Aldereyes took Pricklepelt and Hootpetal to hunt, only after hinting to Myrtlewing that maybe he wouldn’t have been so easy to tackle if he had some muscle–which Myrtlewing most definitely did.

Myrtlewing told them that since he was out, he would gather some herbs, and passed up the offer of traveling with a warrior. The dog had been chased back to its Twoleg, and both were long gone by now. Plus, there was the most obvious reason: he was hoping to meet with Nightfly, and didn’t want anybody to see him.

Arriving at the border, he was pleasantly surprised to see the dark grey tom already pacing back and forth along the scent line.

“Hello,” he called.

Nightfly leaped into the air, landing semi-gracefully. When he saw Myrtlewing, he practically ran over. “Hi!” he called back, hardly able to contain his smile. “I wasn’t sure if, you know, I was supposed to come here. Was I? You’re not just here for an unrelated reason? I’m sorry if you are–”

Myrtlewing gave him a reassuring smile back. “I’m here for you.”

“Oh!” Nightfly somehow seemed to both stiffen and melt. He looked around, as if distracting himself from the mixing feelings, and his eyes landed on the crumpled patch of flowers. “Good thing you gathered them when you did,” he said jokingly.

“Yeah,” Myrtlewing mumbled. Should he still use the flowers to cheer Aldereyes up, as he had planned? It had been a while since Stormstar–or Maplefall–had gotten on the golden tom’s nerves. There was still the flower that Nightfly had picked for him, laying on the ground apart from the others. It was in much better condition than its counterparts, since it had no longer been part of the bush when Myrtlewing clawed it apart in frustration.

“Speaking of….” Nightfly’s voice began to trail away, and he forced it back up. “I…I spotted another flower on the border here. It wasn’t part of the ground or anything, and there was nothing like it around, so I was wondering if maybe that meant that it was left. Or maybe the wind just blew it,” he added quickly.

“I was hoping you would find it,” Myrtlewing told him. He had taken Molespots’s advice. When the older tom had suggested flowers after Myrtlewing said that he wanted to show someone he cares, it gave him an idea. Of course, he didn’t mean it romantically, but he could certainly trick Nightfly into thinking that’s what simple plants means. The fool was already quivering any time Myrtlewing looked at him.

He went with hyacinth, hoping its bright colours would make it stand out against the yellow-green moor. “We can’t talk long,” he went on, “patrols will be coming by.”

“Right!” Nightfly’s tail fell.

“This was great, though,” Myrtlewing went on. “I like seeing you.” He wanted to vomit at his own words, but Nightfly brightened once again. “We should do it again. Perhaps at the next Gathering?”

“Sure!” Nightfly’s eyes practically flooded with affection. Then his attention flicked to something behind Myrtlewing. “Itwasgreatseeingyoutoobye!” and he was off, leaping back over the hill. Myrtlewing glanced behind him and saw a Shadowclan patrol approach.

“Who was that?” they asked.

“Just a Windclan warrior,” Myrtlewing answered.

“Okay, well we’re heading back to camp after this,” Briartalon, who was leading, spoke. “Do you want to come back with us?”

“Sure,” Myrtlewing responded. His eyes drifted to the dark petals at the bottom of the hill. Padding over, he picked the flower up in his jaws, and followed his Clanmates back to the camp.

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--Myrtle likely got the flower from a Twoleg garden

--Finally getting to the ‘Alder thinking Myrtle likes him’ part!

--His Clanmates likely won’t use the ‘how to fight a big predator’ moves on him if he tried to kill them, but best to listen just in case they tried to.

--Hyacinth means play/game, symbolizing that that’s all his and Nightfly’s relationship is to him.

#myrtlewing #nightfly #aldereyes #alderstar #hootpetal #pricklepelt #briartalon #myrtlenight #molespots #cedarsky #cedarfern #wc #wcoc #dark forest oc #dark tales #wc dark tales #dark forest tales

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Fictober22 - 6. Adaptable, I like that.

Fandom: marvel

Ship: Bucky Barnes & Jessica Jones (as friends), Sam x Bucky (mentioned)

Words: 652

Ao3 here

Note: This is just a silly little idea that came to me after staring at that prompt for an hour 😂 (I've been thinking about my defenders fics a lot lately lol) I still stand by the fact that Bucky and Jessica would've been besties if they met lol and I'd love to see their dynamic, it just seems so interesting hah

It's a continuation to my previous defenders fics (Ao3 here) but can be standalone too i guess

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Bucky couldn’t say that he knew Jessica very well. They met a few months ago, and since then they’d hung out a couple of times, mostly just drinking in silence in a bar. It was perfect and he might actually call her his best friend, if it wasn’t for Sam, obviously. Though his relationship with Sam was much more than friends. After all, they’d been dating for close to a year now.

When he met Jessica, he approached her to kind of recruit her to their new team, just in case of another threat (she declined for now). He also made it clear that she could contact him or Sam whenever she needed help. She never did. But Bucky did occasionally help out anyway, or tried to, whenever he was at her place or just hanging out with her while she was following people. It could be fun sometimes.

Right now, he was at her apartment again, just sitting quietly and reading, while she worked. They never had to talk to pleasantly spend their time together, and that’s why they both liked it so much. Having the company of a person who fully understood you and what you went through, it was nice sometimes. Now, Sam understood, too, but at the moment he was busy being Cap. Otherwise, he’d be there with them. Plus, Bucky loved him more than anything, but he could be chatty.

He was taken out of his book, when Jessica sighed, mumbled “shit,” and picked up her phone. She dialed a number, called whoever she was calling, and Bucky heard her voice in a way he never had before. He didn’t even register the words, because, shit, her voice was all high and sweet and bubbly. Bucky was watching her with wide eyes. He wasn’t sure why he was surprised, she was a very good PI, she must’ve been able to do those kinds of things. Still, it was just so different from her usual persona, it caught him off guard.

When she finished her phone call, she looked at him and smirked.

“What?”

“Nothing.” he chuckled, shaking his head. “Adaptable, I like that.” he winked.

“Don’t flirt with me, your boyfriend will be jealous.” was Jessica’s dry response, as she went back to her computer. There was a hint of a smile on her lips.

“Who’s gonna tell him?” he joked. They both knew he was just teasing. She leveled him with a look.

“You do know that I catch cheaters for a living, right?”

“Like I’d ever do that to the love of my life.” Bucky rolled his eyes, not able to hide a fond smile at just the thought of Sam.

“Ugh, even when he’s not here, you’re still sickeningly adorable.” she wrinkled her nose. Bucky laughed. “Why are you even here?”

“I was bored home alone.” he said with a shrug. “And you always wanna hang out with me.” he grinned.

“Do I?” she raised her eyebrow. “What is it about me that makes people want to be around? I don’t get it, I do so much to have the opposite effect.” she shook her head.

“It works for me.” Bucky grinned, then quickly got up and walked up to her to peek at her laptop. “What are you working on? Can I help?”

“No.” Jess muttered, but then proceeded to fill him in on the case she was working on anyway.

Bucky generally liked to be either alone or with Sam. But spending time with Jessica became one of his favorite pastimes, too. He really enjoyed her dry and sarcastic humor, and they always had fun conversations. Above all, they went through similar things, and even if they nearly never talked about them, it was nice to know that there was someone that understood him. Besides, he just liked having her as a friend, and he didn’t really have a lot of those.

#fictober22 #fictober2022 #fictober #marvel fic #sambucky fic #bucky and jessica #bucky barnes fic #jessica jones fic #bucky barnes #jessica jones #fictober prompts #frienship #developing friendships #conversations #wikiangela writes #my writing

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M(A)DE IN JAPAN

It's Ayumi Hamasaki's birthday on October 2 and we're extending the celebration in true ego-maniacal, splashy celebrity fashion, by drawing out the festivities for an entire week! Each day I will briefly discuss a totally random item chosen (not by me) from my Ayu collection. Prepare for praise, disappointment, and controversial opinions backed by love and respect as we take a casual look back in this blurry snapshot of her career. Happy Birthday to our Party Queen, Ayumi Hamasaki!

As of this writing, it has been six long years since Ayumi Hamasaki released an original studio album. Her last release of any new material was an EP put out four years ago. The empty space in between is the longest that she has gone without releasing new material, though we did get a few digital singles (in my opinion, the best of these was "23rd Monster," a surprisingly aggressive and energetic track worthy of Secret or GUILTY-era Ayu). It will be interesting to see if, considering the passage of time, the new album she has scheduled to be released this fall (but looking like it will be winter) will jolt Ayu out of the rut she has gotten into, and which this album has on full display.

To begin with, no singles were released to promote the album, an abrupt turn that began after 2010's triple-A side L. That single effectively switched the knobs off on a faucet pouring regular and rapid single releases, of which there were anywhere from 5-7 a year at the peak. The average eventually fell and then came to an end when only one physical single was released in 2013, followed by two final singles in 2014, the very last of which was Zutto... / Last minute / Walk. Interestingly, no digital singles were released in support of the album either; instead, the album was announced Beyonce-style, dropping abruptly onto the exclusive AWA Japan streaming site in 2016, and released physically on CD one month later. Many of the songs follow what is now a familiar template for Ayu fans: a gleeful mix of exuberant hard rock mixed with arena-sized ballads and tempting outliers -- songs like the joyous, techno-infused "Summer Love," followed by the trance-inspired "Many Classic Moments," one of many Tetsuya Komuro-penned covers Ayu has recorded in her career, this one originally a hit for globe. While the two make a nice set, they really do embody the term "outliers," especially on an album that is purportedly making a statement about nationhood and identity.

Consider the amazing opening track "Flower," with its harmony of traditional elements and very modern electronic influence. It's an exhilarating launch into an album, but one that loses steam as we get to the Timothy Wellard-written tracks like "You Are the Only One," or the hackneyed "Mr. Darling." It really speaks to the lack of focus that plagues many of Ayumi's late-career albums, from the kitchen-sink excellence of ones that insisted on reaching as wide an audience as possible with running times into the obscene, to even shorter ones like these that opt for a comfortable brevity. Despite the lack of vision and novelty, though, it's still an Ayu album and is still produced by some of the greatest mixers and engineers that a company like Avex can afford. It sounds amazing, with a high quality production value that makes even listening to the most melodically annoying songs pleasantly tolerable. I wouldn't say this album is as good as the surprise that predecessor A ONE turned out to be, but it's perfectly fine if your expectations are accordingly realistic and modest for an artist on her seventeenth album in the eighteenth year of her career.

This album was released to streaming before being released physically in five different versions: 2 exclusive Team Ayu editions with either a Blu-ray or 2 DVDs, limited edition CD+DVD and CD+Blu-ray editions, and a regular CD-only edition. Each version has different cover art, none of which are great and like many of Ayu's recent releases, feature a pretty bland, neutral-toned head shot. The Team Ayu editions, available exclusively to fan club members, included additional footage of the LIMITED TA LIVE TOUR at Zepp Tokyo along with music videos from three of the tracks. Limited edition BD/DVD editions included only the three music videos and their short making-of features.

While at the point that this was released I was pretty fed up with the same old sound from Ayu, it admittedly has a few really solid songs on it, and while more Ayu is never a net negative, it's nice to see her scale back on the many useless interludes that have marred many of her older albums, even if that's due to her diminishing status in the industry or loss of unlimited permission in the studio.

Based on the few singles and the short EP released since this album, I don't think that Ayu is interested in evolving as an artist anymore. Accepting that has been tough, but I tend to focus more on what she's able to do within her chosen space now (and we might not like it, but she’s sort of earned it, right?). It doesn't let her off the hook, but rather, alters the equation I use to judge the music by both heightening certain thresholds (melody, style, production, vocals) and lowering others (personal expectations, novelty, comparison to her previous work). And as always, I never close the door on the chance to be completely blown away or delightfully bemused, certainly not by an artist who once had the ability to do both easily. I might come off like a cranky, disgruntled fan at times, incapable of appreciating anything new, but far from it -- I am immensely excited for the new album and look forward to it in all its beautiful, flawed glory.

Happy birthday Ayu, and thank you for eighteen years of some of the most wonderful music I have had the privilege to listen to, critique, praise, dislike, and love!

#ayu #ayumi hamasaki #j-pop

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holy eff, that was 2 years ago? im so sorry, im absolutely unaware of the passage of time XD but yep! that's me! it wasn't very hard to find you tbh, i went to overlord tag one day and i found your art. this time i simply searched for demiurge and was pleasantly surprised that you changed your blog again (more like returned to your old one but yeah). don't worry tho, no need to hide from me! im a good anon, and a person you knew quite good (and also a person who, i think, triggered you once? with some depressing themes. im so deeply sorry for that) glad to hear you have everything under control now! but im more glad that you're enjoying yourself and grow the fandom. overlord is really amazing, both anime and light novel (that's it, if i ever decide to watch the new season or catch up with the novel). you did a very fine choice, dear, to get into it! (and, especially, to get into demiurge hehe) don't mention it truly! i've been wondering for a few weeks now how you're doing and all. and i'm really, really happy to see you're enjoying yourself and having fun.

I also wanted to say that, uh, i know how ac fandom treated you and please take no offence, but, i really appreciate that you didn't delete the responds to people's asks or the gifts that are ac themed. i know it wasn't an easy choice, and i really appreciate it. it sounds stupid but it means a lot as it brought some pleasant memories. so, yeah, thanks for that! <3 (also: your emmett is forever in our hearts) i hope you won't mind me being here from time to time (and not like, appearing after 2 years XD). you were always so lovely to talk to! you still are, of course, but yeah! lovely to talk to and you're lovely too! as always <3 - P

LOL to be fair, I think the pandemic really threw us all for a loop. X”D Heck, it being 2022 hasn't really come to my realization yet. I still keep thinking 2020 was just last year.

Haha, that is very fair. ♥ If you were able to hunt through the Demiurge tag, that is indeed where I kinda live now. ♥ Though I am working more and more on drifting my version of him out of the fandom and into my original works. But we'll see! I do love the character a lot!

Oof, I gotta be honest, anon. My memory got a bit scattered no thanks to anemia causing me a bit of brain fog/damage. So if you did anything that triggered me, it's quite alright. ♥ I've obviously gone past whatever may have happened now, and it is all water under the bridge as they say.

I adore Overlord, but my poor Albedo and Demiurge... I wish they were given more time to develop. ;~; They are my treasures next to Yuri Alpha. ♥ But I do hope you enjoy the new season! I love the animation has really been upped in quality! I'm still eagerly waiting for the movie!

Thank you! I have a lovely group of readers and friends who support me like yourself, and I appreciate every single one of them. I especially love the readers who have been with me since the AC days. The fact you guys will still follow me from one thing to the next is sweet, and I am always happy to see reoccurring names pop up now and again!

I will be honest, hon, in that I did delete a few things in my desire to heal away from the fandom years back, but not all of it is gone, no. ♥ The Fall is still on AO3, I just removed my name from it, and the Prostitute Series, while removed from AO3, is still on here too. I know those were the main stories people would have been upset to be removed from the net completely. I do still have the others on my hard drive (like certain love letters and The Dove Effect, Daddy Dearest, etc), but I just don't feel comfortable releasing them again to the public. Maybe one day. ♥

Aww, thank you! I actually did plan on bringing Emmett back into a Victorian setting but away from AC: S. ♥ I had a werewolf story in London kinda idea that I wanted him to be apart of, so he will return just—in a new way and away from Jacob being his dad. (He's gonna have an adopted dad/mentor instead.)

Awww, I adore when folks drop in to say hi every now and again! I still get people DMing me saying 'thank you for writing this super old fic from 2005' ever so often, and it's great! I hope people never think it's weird or annoying to talk to me about old times or just say hello. I promise, it's okay to do so. ♥

It's kind of why I never really ever change my name or at least, try not to. ♥ I want it to be easier for folks to find me.

It's always great to hear from you, anon! ♥

#and soon 2023 will be here... lol #who's ready for that?#i know i'm not X"D #thanks again hon!#mod answers #anon #anon: P

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So, Parkway Drive is a metal rock band formed in 2003. Yes, it is quite an old band formed long ago hailing from Byron Bay, Australia. I hadn't heard of this band for till now, but found it while surfing on youtube. Personally, I was of the opinion that rock music is no longer relevant and worthwhile and that there aren't any good bands left barring 2 or 3 that produce good rock music. But, I was pleasantly surprised to find Parkway Drive producing songs as recent as in 2022. The song 'Glitch' was released on 7th June 2022 as part of their seventh album 'Darker Still'. Parkway Drive Song Meaning and Review The song 'Glitch' is based on sleep paralysis as explained by the band. It is about the phenomenon that happens when one is not fully awake and not fully asleep at the same time. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bG9Cnh_Orkc Sonically, we aimed to create a dark, heavy, and unnerving journey while still crafting a melody that burrows its way into your mind. Lyrically, the song deals with the phenomenon of night terrors and sleep paralysis. We all know the power our minds possess, but true terror manifests when your mind and all its fears takes physical control of your body. The glitch in your brain, where nightmares and reality cross. Parkway Drive on 'Glitch' The band produced this song for the first time in 4 years. Their album released prior to this was 'Reverence' in 2018. The band had been working on producing music during the pandemic and lockdown. Apparently, the solitude helped the band to work on creating new sounds and music. Everything, to be honest. It's very interesting sitting back and allowing, I guess, random thought to drive the actual sound and following that thread. Because when you're constantly on the road, you're constantly in this media-driven… We're bombarded with sounds and everything going on within the world, I think it's taken something like this [coronavirus crisis] to realize the amount of stimulation we have. So when it's taken away, it gives you kind of an idea to be able to trace where thought patterns are coming from… It's literally just, 'Why is my brain attracted to this beat? Why is my brain attracted to this style of vocals? What sound is driving me with this?' and then following those patterns… I think it's trying to find a more primal connection to the actual music. Winston McCall The song is pretty good as far as the rhythm is concerned. A lot of rock bands are unable to find the right balance between heavy metal sounds, overall rhythm, chorus and the lyrics, however Parkway Drive does a good job in that department. Their sounds, instrumentals and rhythm is clear and effective. The vocals are pretty good and mix well with the song overall. There are few bands today that are producing good rock music in today's world. It is good that Parkway Drive is still active and has been working on their craft for nearly twenty years.

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darling-i-read-it · 2 years

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Eyes

Scott Summers x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: scott worries briefly about hurting you

Author’s Note: throwback to my lovely from literally like 12 years ago when i first watched these lmao. He’s so handsome and I love him very much

Summary: Mindless fluff at the school

Genre: fluff

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif) (the og floppy hair loverboy)

You had made a habit out of stealing Scott’s bikes when he wasn’t looking. Imagine your surprise when you went to steal it and found it already stolen. You looked around the large open air garage, twirling on the heels of your feet to find the bike that you were sure you brought back.

It had been a couple of days since you managed to smuggle it away without Scott noticing. You brought it back. Yeah. How would you get back if you hadn’t? Which meant someone else had taken it.

“Scott?” you muttered aloud. Did he take it? He must have gotten duplicate keys or something since you had the only pair. You looked down at the keys in your hand and turned on the tips of your toes to walk back into the school. You opened up the door and Scott was leaning there against the door frame.

“Where were you off to?” he asked, arms crossed. He looked down at you. You could feel his gaze behind his glasses. You cleared your throat, teetering back and forth on your feet.

“I was just looking at the garage. As one often does.”

“Yes, it's part of my daily routine as well.” He looked down at the keys you were holding in the palm of your hand. You clenched them, smiling awkwardly. “Whatcha got there?”

“Keys. To my car.”

“Oh you got a car?”

“Yeah, Charles got me one. It was for my stellar teaching. He didn't want me to tell you because you’re under average,” you said, nodding solemnly. Scoot scoffed and held out his hand. You rolled your eyes, defeated. You put the keys in the palm of his hand. “Where’d you even put the bike anyway?”

“I told one of the kids with super strength to move it behind the bushes out front in the garden.”

“Drats. I hate teaching superpowered children.”

“You love it. You would hate to teach normal kids.”

“You’re right. I hate you Summers.” He rolled his eyes and moved aside so that you could walk inside. “I’m gonna steal one of the cars next time. What’dya think about that?”

“I think you’re pressing the limits of this relationship.” You smiled pleasantly.

“I love when you say we have a relationship.”

“We do. You’re my girlfriend.”

“I remember. I just like to be reminded every once in a while,” you humed as you walked inside.

“Where were you off to anyway?” he questioned, following behind you. You glanced back at him listlessly.

“I wanted to get some fresh air. Feel the wind in my hair.”

“The bugs on your face.”

“I’m so sick of you Summers. I think instead of dating you I’ll date someone else. Is Storm free this afternoon? I would love to chat with her.”

“You know I think she’s cooler than me,” he muttered, annoyed. You pat his back, dragging your hands down to his hand to hold it. You brought it up to your lips and kissed the back of his hand. You looked up at him wistfully.

“You’re the coolest Scotty,” you told him and you meant it. He flushed red, facing away from you so that you couldn’t see.

“You’re just saying that.”

“Scott Summers you have fancy cars and motorcycles. You can shoot stuff from your eyes! You’re an immaculate kisser! So many things going for you!”

“Maybe you’re right.”

“I know I am. How dare you assume I’m not. I’m always right.” He went back to being slightly annoyed with you but held your hand tighter regardless.

“Scott, Y/N I was looking for the two of you. I should have known you would be together,” Charles said, rolling up around the corner to you.

“I was about to go for a joyride but was successfully blocked by Scott,” you explained.

“And we’re glad for it because I need the both of you. Storm and I will be gone tonight to personally escort a new student. Jean and Logan are out as well so I would appreciate the two of you watching the children,” Charles explained.

“Of course,” Scott said evenly.

“We can have a nice night in,” you suggested.

“Like every night?” Scott questioned. Charles chuckled, shaking his head.

“Sometimes I’m convinced you don’t even like each other,” he commented, rolling down the hallway. “Thank you regardless!” You laughed lightly.

“We like each other,” Scott said out loud like he was trying to convince himself.

“We do. I’ll see you for ice cream in the kitchen tonight?”

“It’s a date.”

The kids mostly went to bed around 10 at night. You could feel some of them were still awake in their respective dorms. The older ones were flipping through magazines. The younger ones giggled with their friends. It was a quiet night in. You always preferred these to the parties or the get-togethers that you would have when you were their age.

You sat on the island counter, taking bites out of the ice cream you and Scott were sharing.

“I wish we could ask Mystique. I feel like she’d be a cool chick to have around,” you said, sucking on the spoon for a moment.

“Yeah until she turned into your girlfriend and started sleeping with you,” he grumbled.

“Why does that sound so personal?”

“It isn’t but I imagine she’s done it before.” You giggled, shaking your head.

“It sounds like something she would do. I mean I don’t know her personally but I feel like that’s her vibe.” You put the spoon into the carton. “Close your eyes.”

“Wh-” he started and you took off his glasses. He shut them harshly before anything could leak out. He learned to close his eyes when people asked, even if he was questioning them why. You put the glasses on.

“Wow you’re blind!”

“They’re protective for a reason,” he said, shaking his head. You looked at him and smiled gently.

“I never get to see your whole face.” You cupped his cheeks.

“You’re tempting fate right now sweetheart,” he said carefully.

“If you kill me, so be it. It’s the way I wanna go.” He shook his head but he was smiling, as much as he could with the scrunched up face. He looked cute like this. You gently put your hand over his eyes. You never touched his part of him. He shivered at the contact on his eyelids.

“Please…” he whispered.

“It’s okay. You’re not gonna hurt me,” you whispered. You leaned forward slowly, careful not to make any sudden movements. You kissed his face, just above his left eye. Then the right. “Pretty boy,” you teased.

“Alright,” he said, chuckling.

“Scott? Y/N?” You turned around and met the eyes of Rogue who rubbed her eyes. “What are you guys doing down here?”

“Eating ice cream,” he said, eyes shut tighter if that was even possible.

“Playing teenagers,” you joked. You put the glasses carefully back onto his face. “You can open them again hon.” He let out a sigh of relief. “You need something?”

“Just water. Everyones mostly out like a light.”

“Good,” Scott said. “The Professor and Storm will be back in the morning before classes.”

“Sounds good,” she said, opening up the cupboard for a glass. She poured herself a glass of water quickly. “Well..don’t have too much fun you two,” she joked.

“Goodnight Rogue,” Scott said, eating a bite of ice cream.

“Night Rogue.”

You turned back to him.

“I like your eyes.”

“You can’t even see them,” he said and shook his head, giggling. You shrugged.

“I used my imagination. I like them.”

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