#slowly pecking at the last bit of quests in that game before the finale got my wheels turning again

[etherealvoidechoes]

Heh, Varsha probably confused Viktor for awhile after she met him through Jackie. She's got money so why in the world is she popping up in his clinic for minor work? Especially with some of the high quality and outright experimental implants she's running that is waaaay above his pay grade.

Learned she wasn't being cheap as she complimented his services (and paid extra.) Just turns out she likes his company and likes to listen to old boxing days and anything else he likes to share. In turn, learns vaguely that — goodness — her family has issues and explains her attitude and some mannerisms she has. So two old folk bonding. And one of the few people that knows her age.

Still questions what she saw in the twin V's, Vale and Vân, and how they became close. Probably goes back to the family issues. Is just happy she continued influence the two after their "firing" from getting into more questionable gigs. And same with Jackie. Minus the Heist... just couldn't get them out of that and dragged herself into it to protect them much to it all failing.

[tarttheart]

DESIGNATED DRIVER - JAMIE TARTT x YOU

summary: you spend a night out before Jamie picks you up and takes you home.

word count: 800+

warnings: language, alcohol consumption

It was Friday night. One of your good friends from work was leaving which could only mean it was going to be a long fucking night out on the town.

You messaged Jamie to let him know you would be home late and not to wait up because lord alone knew what time you would actually be done.

Jamie: text when you’re done yeh? I’ll come get ya

You: don’t worry about it, I’ll take a taxi.

You smiled and pocketed your phone appreciating the thought but not wanting to trouble your boyfriend who was going to be up at 4am to start his daily workout.

It was the third bar of the night and you were about nine drinks deep and making merry with your workmates. Everyone laughed at the odd tales another colleague’s girlfriend brought to the table and reminisced about all the crazy nights they had had prior to this one.

One more stop, one more stop. It was your last drink of the night and you watched on as the group played darts. It had been a long one and you were tired. What you would give to teleport home and snuggle up to Jamie. You smiled at the thought although you knew the last thing you wanted to do was wake him when you got into bed that night. Poor thing definitely needed his beauty sleep.

Jamie: surely you’re done soon?

You: go to sleep babe, I’ll be heading home soon.

Jamie: don’t move a fucking muscle, I’ll be there soon.

You supported one of your managers in his quest to stay upright while the rest of the group finished their game of darts before everyone made their way to the nearby kebab shop. While you were hungry, a kebab just did not seem appealing. There was no way you would feel comfortable taking a messy kebab into Jamie’s expensive car. Even though you knew he would tolerate it for you, you were also well aware that it would hurt his soul if you got anything dirty.

You stood with the group as everyone took their time finishing their kebabs on the side of the road.

“What are you waiting for?” One of them asked as you stood without any food and had made no effort to hail down a taxi yet.

“My boyfriend is coming to pick me.”

“Ooooooh,” one of your friends teased.

You blushed. While it was common knowledge that you had a boyfriend, his identity remained a mystery to most. He never joined the merriment given his strict workout regimen and you never brought it up because the last thing you wanted it to sound like was bragging. Yes, most of your mates were guys and they were not going to ask to be hooked up with a soccer player but it still was not something you were going to openly advertise.

“That’s a sick car,” one of the guys commented as the flashy car you know so well made its way down the street.

“Well, that’s my ride,” you said as casually as you could while waving Jamie down to the surprise of the group.

“Holy fucking shit,” another colleague swore, “is that Jamie Tartt?”

You got in and gave Jamie a little peck before waving your final goodbye to some of the shocked faces. You felt bad that one of your best friends from work was going to have to field the questions but not enough to dwell on it.

“Do you work with any girls?” Jamie asked and you knew it came from a place of curiosity and not jealousy. Okay, maybe a little bit of jealousy.

“I do, they’ve already left.”

“Right, right. Drank them under the table, did yeh? How much have you had to drink, love?”

You slowly counted up the rounds in your head before responding with a sheepish “11”.

Jamie shook his head and laughed. Your alcohol tolerance was one of those things that surprised most people and while you were slightly embarrassed by its implications, you were also proud of being able to hold your own in a male-dominated team. Being able to drink your weight in alcohol meant you had been quickly accepted as one of the team and it made a chunk of your job so much easier when you were able to become friendly with most of your colleagues over a pint or ten. Whether that was fair or not was debatable but you felt lucky to benefit from it.

Jamie grabbed the bottle of water in his console and forced it into your hands.

“Drink up, we don’t want you too hungover tomorrow.”

You nodded and took a big swig of water, enjoying how refreshing the plain beverage was after a night of alcohol.

“Missed you tonight,” you admitted.

Sure, it was fun having a big night out with good friends but it did not always measure up to cuddling with Jamie on the couch after dinner while you watched some TV.

“I missed you too, love,” he said, looking over with a smile as you watched him lovingly.

“Can’t wait to cuddle when we get home.”

“Me too.”

[everlasting-deluge]

Just For You To Taste | k.sj

↠pairing: kim seokjin ⇆ reader(female)

↠genre: fluff, romance, a dash of humor, light smut(sfw actually but also not? dunno), drabble, boyfriend!Jin, kinda sub!Jin?

↠warnings: rated mature, dirty talk

↠words: 1.2k

↠A/N: so yeah, my first fic ever. The title sounds pretty sinfull, shit… It gets better folks so don’t let it go just yet. Thanks and enjoy!

➸ Well… Let’s say you know his taste better than anyone else.

“Jin, can you please stop munching food from the table? Our guests will arrive soon and we gonna eat together. Leave some for them too!”

You were in the kitchen, making last adjustments for the perfect night with your friends but your lovely boyfriend was being impatient like always.

You heard him coming to the kitchen after finishing the arrangement of the table, mumbling things you couldn’t make out along the way. When he got closer , however, his voice immersed by the void became clearer.

“Yah, ___! How can you assume your handsome boyfriend attempting a crime of such? You can’t even see me like this, your back was facing the table so I know that you don’t have solid proof. How can my beautiful lover do something this monstrous?“

He pouted childishly and wiped his imaginary tear away dramatically with that one finger, ‘fake hurt’ was all over his face but you knew him; he was just playing the victim to gain your sympathy and attention. However, you had better plans on your mind.

“Oh Jin, I don’t have to see you to know what you are doing. I just know you too well for your own good, hun.”

He blushed a little when he heard the familiar pet name you used whenever you were being playful.

You were just getting started, though.

“Besides, ”

He looked at you, waiting for you to finish your sentence but the end never came. Instead, he got pulled down to your height only to meet with your lips. He didn’t respond immediately because of the sudden action but after a few seconds he closed his eyes and his arms found their places around your waist, melting in the kiss completely. He moaned a little when you tugged his brown locks lightly, allowing you just the right position to slip your tongue in. You didn’t hesitate to go a little wild since it was your motive from the start.

Minutes have passed and you two finally parted away with a thin line of salvia connecting you both, breathing heavily to draw some oxygen into your lungs. After you made sure you could speak once again; you said in a playful manner, “Besides, I can always taste these beautiful lips of yours to know whether you ate something or not. I think we should spring a little bit more salt to the garnish, don’t you agree hun?”

You finished while licking your now swollen bottom lip slowly, blooming various shades of red on his face in the process. He was looking like he was in a daze, slightly parted wet lips—which you weren’t sure whose salvia was making them glisten under the fluorescence light—, watery eyes and trembling pupils. You could have had him just there and then.

Jin was out of words. Usually, you weren’t this daring but today… Gosh. How was he going to wait until the night ends and all the guests are gone? You had to be on him, squirming on his lap without any strings holding you in the reality as you chased your euphoria. He needed you rocking him till you can’t even count the stars he was making you see and forget your whole eternal being. He wanted you to turn him into a moaning mess whenever you tugged his hair harshly or dragged him to the edges without any warnings, making him scream shamelessly for neighbors to hear.

So he did what his whole body screamed him to do. He tangled his arm around your waist and pulled you harshly to his body once again, hip hitting hip. He was now the one who was smiling victoriously, searching for your bewildered reaction.

"Well then, love. Let’s make sure we taste everything accordingly. All good and clean, just the way you like it…“

He then kept closing the gap between you two in a torturing speed. Getting close but never enough for your satisfaction. He was just about to devour your lips for good when he’d stopped absurdly as his body irked with the sudden sound of the doorbell echoing through the walls.

His disappointed face was something. You couldn’t leave him just like that so you pecked his lips quickly before leaving his warm embrace. You heard him whine as a way of protest.

Oh God, I love him so much.

You held his hand in yours. “Let’s welcome our quests now. We can’t make them wait forever.”

He nodded slowly, accepting the defeat.

Frankly, you were upset too. Since this morning you had to control yourself not to jump on him—and you did miraculously managed to restrain yourself since the work and preparations had kept you busy but you were at your limits now. You had to promise him that you were going to take care of him and yourself later.

“My heart hurts when I see you like this Jin. I’ll make it up to you okay, love? I promise. But before that let’s end this night without a problem and have fun with our friends. I’m sure Hoseok’s brought some board games we can play with him. Let’s team up against Namjoon and Yoongi, we will have our revenge of the last time.“

You laughed sheepishly and fortunately he blessed you with his own. Everything was alright.

After his little chuckle, he lifted his head to lock eyes; shocking you with his flicking pupils, burning with desire. He said only one word, "How?”.

You knew he was referring to your ‘after plans’ to enjoy the alone time with him and to be honest, you were waiting for this question to make him burn even more. The words you formed in your head beforehand, with the help of your all day strained neediness, danced throughout your mouth; fuelling his flames without mercy.

“As a reward I’ll give you a desert only you can taste and I’ll have my own mouth watering share. So prepare yourself, hun.”

There they were, the flames casting danger and lust in his eyes. This was what you’d aimed to begin with and now, you were satisfied with the outcome. Seeing him this hot and bothered was always a reward on its own but tonight you wanted more, giving yourself a permission to be selfish as an exchange for all the work you’ve accomplished. The real party was going to start after the night but that didn’t mean you were going to let him breathe just yet. You were going to tease him whenever you find a chance.

You squeezed his hand in yours, drawing his attention on yourself once again. “Let’s welcome our guests now. Shall we?” He nodded. You saw his nervously bobbing adam’s apple. Nevertheless, he didn’t let go of his dignity; he knew he was going to get what he wanted sooner or later.

"Okay, let’s go.“

He smiled, showing his pearl white teeth. The duality of this man was as fascinating as always. You unconsciously returned the smile and together you headed to the entrance, hearing Jimin and Jungkook’s voice on the other side of the door; probably betting on which team will be the winner of Monopoly tonight. While your boyfriend was opening the door to let your friends in, you were already planning what to do later that night with the feast called Kim Seokjin.

[thesecretfandom]

At First Light: One Year Ago (Prologue)

A/N: I’m very excited to announce At First Light, my Riverdale/Until Dawn AU fic! This has been a huge project for me, challenging and fun. There are a few things you should know before you begin reading. At the end of each chapter you will have a choice (In the form of two options that will link you to the next chapter). Each choice you make will affect the events of the story, so be careful. Also, I will warn you that this is based on a horror game, so I tried to make it as scary as possible. If that’s not your cup of tea, read at your own risk. Otherwise, enjoy!

Word Count:  ~30,000 for entire fic.

Rated: M

Warnings: Horror Themes, Major Character Death

Summary: One year ago a group of friends gathered together at the family lodge on Mount Blossom. When one friend, and brother, goes missing on their night of fun, their lives are changed forever. Now, a year later, the remaining eight friends have gathered again to celebrate the life of their friend, until all hell breaks loose. It’s up to you to decide. Who will survive Until Dawn? Choose wisely. 

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“Gather ‘round ladies and gents!” Cheryl Blossom announced theatrically. She made up one half of the twins hosting the party at the lodge on top of Mount Blossom, formerly Thornhill Mountain. The girl with the bright red hair stood in front of the massive fireplace in main living space of her family’s extravagant lodge. Next to her stood her brother, Jason. They were as identical as two twins of opposite gender could be. Skin as white as the snow that fell all over the mountain that cold January night, their hair the same hue of red, almost unrealistically vibrant.

“We’ve invited you all here this weekend to celebrate friendship in a world of fantasy!”

Jason threw an arm around his sister. While Cheryl was loud and exuberant, Jason was a bit more quiet and laid back. They balanced each other out.

“What Cheryl means to say… alcohol is in the kitchen. We have beer, wine, tequila, whiskey, and vodka, as well as various mixers. Food. We have chips, popcorn, trail mix, and whatever else you can find in the cupboards. Nothing is off limits tonight, just don’t jump into the fire or hurt yourself in anyway.” Jason glanced around at the other seven people gathered around him. Josie and Archie cuddled in a recliner, Reggie had already cracked open a beer in the kitchen, Veronica perched on the back of the couch where Kevin sat awkwardly between Jughead and Betty, who kept throwing secretive glances at each other behind Kevin’s back. It was really a ragtag group of friends. Each with such a unique personality that even Jason didn’t understand how they’d all become best friends. “So, no rules tonight. Have fun!”

Cheryl stepped forward, regaining the spotlight. “Speaking of fun… we’re going to be playing truth or dare! And this isn’t some middle school game we’re playing. If your truths or dares aren’t rated at least PG-13, I will give you one rated R.” Cheryl stuck her hands defiantly on her hips. “No arguing, hostess rules.”

The wind howled and the creaky old windows rattled. A loud crash exploded from the kitchen.

“Sorry, dude.” Reggie was standing in small puddle surrounded by shards of glass. “The wind just kind of freaks me out.”

“Jesus, Reg.” Jason sighed. He left his spot in front of the fireplace to walk into the smaller, but no less extravagant kitchen. “The night has yet to begin and you’re already destroying my property.” He joked.

The night proceeded just as any other party made up of nine high school seniors may be expected.

“Jughead, you haven’t had a turn yet.” Archie slurred.

“Ah yes, Jughead. Truth… or Dare?” Cheryl crooned.

“Do I seriously have to participate in this stupid game?” Jughead was as sober as it gets. After dealing with an alcoholic father for most of his life, there was no amount of peer pressure that would get him to take even a sip of the beer Archie had forced into his hand.

“If you don’t choose, I’ll choose for you.” Cheryl replied with a smirk. “Choose wisely. Don’t worry, I’ll go easy on you, just this once.”

“Fine, give me a dare.” Jughead shifted on the lumpy couch. The Blossom’s had really let the place go in recent years. He remembers when they were kids coming up here every weekend in the summer, bunk beds set up in two of the many bedrooms the lodge boasted. Cheryl and Jason’s parents had stopped their regular trips to the mountain, so now the one time of year this mountain was inhabited was when these nine teenagers gathered here each January for a weekend of skiing, drinking, and for some of them… sex.

“That’s my kind of answer.” The room was silent. Everyone in the room waiting for Jughead’s sentencing. Not once had he ever participated in one of Cheryl’s games, so something must’ve made tonight different. “I’ve got the perfect dare for you. Jughead Jones, I dare you to…kiss Betty Cooper on the lips.”

Betty’s cheeks turned a shade of bright pink, while Jughead’s eyes widened to twice their usual size.

“Go on.” Cheryl crossed her arms over her chest. “Pucker up.”

Jughead glanced at Betty, Kevin still sitting between them. “Do you mind?” He said to the boy sitting in his way.

Kevin hopped out of his seat so quickly, it was as if his pants were on fire. He immediately took a seat next to Veronica, though he stared blatantly at Betty and Jughead as the black haired boy leaned closer to Betty.

“It’s just a stupid game.” Jughead whispered. Betty nodded slightly and Jughead placed his lips on hers for a split second before pulling away. Betty’s cheeks had already turned a brighter shade of pink.

“What did I say?” Cheryl said. “PG-13 at the least. That kiss wasn’t even good enough for a Disney princess. Try again.”

Jughead glared at Cheryl and wondered yet again why he’d allowed himself to be dragged into this game. Cheryl fixed him with an equally as intimidating stare, tapping her foot impatiently. Jughead glanced around the room with the hope that someone would talk her out of this so he could go back to hiding in a corner like he was used to. All of this attention, it just wasn't…

Betty interrupted his thoughts. She suddenly leaned into him, kissing his lips. It was barely more than a peck,  but apparently enough to satisfy the Ice Queen Cheryl. She threw up her arms in defeat and finally sat down next to her brother.

“You’re up, JJ.”

Jason cringed at his sister’s nickname for him. Eighteen years old and their childhood nicknames could not be shaken. He took a swig from his beer to drown out the reminders of his childhood. Being a Blossom wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. Not that anyone would believe a rich kid like himself had any problems, but Cheryl understood. Maybe that’s why they were so close.

“I’ll take a dare too. But maybe be a little more original this time?”

“I’ve got one for you.” Josie piped up. “I dare you, Jason Blossom, to go out to the guest cabin and back. And you have to bring something back from the cabin so you can prove it.”

“Easy peasy.” Jason set his beer on the coffee table and walked toward the door. He pulled his black, winter coat off of a hook, zipping it tightly and donning the hood. “See you on the other side.”  He offered up a military salute before disappearing into the freezing night air.

Jason walked briskly down the well known path to the guest cabin. The wind howled through the trees, blistering cold wind whipping over his cheeks. His feet crunched through the rapidly hardening snow as he struggled against the cold.

A loud crack startled Jason and he stumbled backward as the large oak on his left succumbed to the winter storm and fell with a crash in front of him.

“Shit…” Jason brushed snow off of his pants as he stood. The oak tree was now blocking the entire path. He’d have to climb over if he wanted to complete his quest. In the distance, Jason could hear the crunch crunch crunch of footsteps. “What the fuck, guys?”

He was sure it must be his friends following him into the woods to scare him. The footsteps got louder as they got closer. Jason frantically looked around; no one on the path behind him, no sign of anyone in the woods surrounding him, was that a shadow behind that tree?

“Very funny, guys.” Jason back up until his back hit the trunk of the fallen tree. “This wasn’t part of the dare. Go back to the lodge!” He was shouting against the wind, but he could still distinctly hear the footsteps as someone appeared from behind the tree, and it wasn’t one of his friends.

“What the fu-?” Jason turned, scrambling over the tree trunk. A branch caught his legs and he stumbled. The man was still following him, and Jason ripped himself free. He sprinted as fast as his freezing joints would carry him through the woods.

He left the trail, hoping the congestion of the thick forest would slow down the man chasing him. Sharp branches ripped at his body. He felt a slow trickle of blood drip down his cheek, but he had to keep running. He didn’t even know where he was anymore when he suddenly burst out of the forest and slid to a stop overlooking a steep drop-off. The cliff had to be three stories high, with a spattering of rocks gathered at the bottom.

Jason didn’t know where to go. He couldn’t turn back, or the man might catch him, but he would surely die if he tried climbing down the steep cliffside. He didn’t have time to make a decision because the dark shadow of a man emerged from the woods. He stepped slowly toward the boy quivering on the edge of the cliff. He was holding a gun in his arms, his face covered by a gas mask. The strange man slowly lifted an arm to the boy, but didn’t step any closer. It looked like he was trying to…

A series of loud crashes and screams came from the woods and the man spun on his heel, gun lifted as he shot out a burst of flame that didn’t quite reach the trees. When he spun around the man caught a glimpse of the terrified boy as he slipped and disappeared from view. His screams lasted far too long; the man waiting until he stopped screaming before walking to the cliffside and taking a knee. The boy was nowhere to be seen, but he knew the fall would have broken his body and soon… the snow would erase any sign that he’d ever been here.

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“JJ should be back by now, don’t you think?” Cheryl was pacing back and forth, having called off their game of truth or dare when Jason left. “It’s been an hour. He should be back!”

CHOICE

Send Archie and Reggie to look for him.

Wait until the morning.