#and tries to remember what she used to call Kevin

[ninyard]

niche hc but when Neil is having a Learn Every Language In The World day, he’s just being annoying with Andrew and going through every European language and stopping to google a few phrases before moving on. Eventually he gets to Ireland and Kevin’s not really paying any attention to him until Neil says a word like ‘thank you’ or ‘goodbye’ and he freezes up in the corner of the room.

Andrew notices straight away obviously and stops Neil but then Kevin just starts to cry.

When Kevin’s mother was alive she would call him pet names in Irish, and use some Irish words sporadically here and there when she was speaking, like most Irish people do, and he hasn’t heard anyone speaking Irish since she passed away. Thank you is one of those phrases that a lot of Irish people use day to day just to keep the language alive, and it was always one of those things she made him say as a younger kid to help her feel close to home.

Nobody really knows what to do, and he’s not sure whether he’s happy or sad or both or neither, but just hearing the language out loud causes such a visceral reaction for him that he can’t help it. It’s the first time in a while he’s caught himself thinking, I miss my mom.

#maybe he goes over to David’s to talk about her for a little bit #and he asks Kevin what brought this all on #and when he says it was because Neil spoke Irish Wymack just laughs #and tries to remember what she used to call Kevin #mo chuisle (literally meaning my pulse or the love of my heart) was one she used to call Kevin #and even though he butchers the pronunciation it still makes Kevin bawl like a baby because he’d really forgotten so much about his mom #anyways #silly stuff #aftg #tfc #Kevin day #Andrew minyard #Neil josten #not gonna be the pretentious Irish person who put the gaeilge in the post but

[plague-karm]

Right time to analyse this shit because god dammit I have been silently making theories about this show the second I saw the premise I’m about to become the most annoying person on the planet on god so LETS GOOOOOOO-

First things first the animation looks fucking phenomenal (let Kevin Temmer cook, that man can do no wrong). Also Caine the guy ever, he is the silly and I love him wholeheartedly, he’s just a fucked up little guy who’s living his best life fr.

And also NEW CHARACTER HELLO.

They do be circling though.

THE SILLIES ARE HERE LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOO 🎉🎉🎉

Smiling Gangle spotted ten seconds before disaster, no thoughts head empty indeed.

ALSO I WASN’T EXPECTING STUFF OUTSIDE THE CIRCUS BUT IT’S A WELCOME SURPRISE WHOA

They have come to steal your credit card information.

The thoughts I had of Ragatha being the lone brain cell keeping everything together were completely correct I CALLED IT- (it has been said by Gooseworx that she has been there the second longest so she’s probably gotten used to the zaniness by now…maybe)

A door that leads to a void?

Maybe it has something to do with this room in the teaser trailer? Possibly.

Tumblr sexyman spotted.

''If there was a way to leave I'm sure we'd have all left by now''

They're ✨suffering✨

This caught me off guard when I first saw it lmao (holy FUCK I love Zooble's design, they're everything to me).

''Welcome to your new home...AND your new body...''

So they're aware that they were human before they entered the circus? That's interesting considering what happens in a few seconds (I'll get to that soon). It's also worth mentioning that Gooseworx has stated that their clothes ARE a part of their bodies.

Case in point...

At the end of the character introduction compilation Gooseworx posted to their YouTube channel Pomni is heard saying something along the lines of

''How do I...take this...headset off?!''

I saw a few people theorizing about her talking about a VR headset and that was how she entered the circus to begin with (I had the same thoughts until very recently). However, considering how much of the visuals and character designs are based on old media (also a teaser image was set up as the menu screen for a retro game), I'm beginning to think that this isn't the case.

So it's incredibly likely that Pomni is actually talking about her jester headpiece since she can't take it off.

This scene is probably the first time Pomni sees her new body, pinwheel eyes and all.

''I'm fine with whatever, as long as I get to see funny things happen to people''

I love him he's so unbothered.

I'm sad that we didn't get to hear any dialogue from them but I can't wait to see them in the pilot! Kinger is love, Kinger is life.

''After a while you start to realise that you really can't leave, and constantly chasing an unattainable goal will start driving you a little crazy''

She's a little fucked up actually wow who saw that coming.

It sounds like Ragatha tried to leave a few times and just resigned to her fate after a while, her description DID say that she was the ''sweetest little optimist in the digital circus'', so maybe she's told the others that escaping is impossible and that they should make the best of their situation instead? (Also the framed picture of the right looks like some kind of void, a lot of void imagery here).

Also, Gooseworx released this image a short while ago and it has the same background that Ragatha had while she was talking so she's DEFINITELY talking to Pomni here.

''OH GOD! WHY CAN'T I REMEMBER MY NAME?!''

EXCUSE ME? Okay time for some more speculation. I knew that their names definitely weren't their real ones but I wasn't expecting them to forget them!

Now, since the premise is said to be centred around Pomni and the others getting messed with by AI and their traumas, maybe instead of forgetting what their names were, they actually REPRESSED their memories from when they were human due to the trauma they went through? (Which would include their names)

I don't buy that they've COMPLETELY forgotten who they were (Zooble is aware that the body they're in isn't the one they used to have so I'm guessing everyone else knows that too.)

I'm guessing that their human lives absolutely SUCKED and they've now repressed their trauma to the point where they can barely remember who they were in the human world, this is just speculation.

''Thank goodness this is all a dream, right Pomni?''

What a sassy little guy (it's so weird hearing Michael Kovach sound so reserved, he's normally feral as hell playing these kinds of characters). The little mannequin symbol on the door is probably there for when new people stumble into the circus.

She's definitely seen some shit, I wonder what it could be though?

OH MY GOD THERE'S MORE OF THEM 😭

Wow this background looks...oddly normal. The only thing I can think of this being is Pomni witnessing a flashback of her human life before she showed up in the circus.

''You completely lose sight of who you are and why you're even alive and when you reach your breaking point something REALLY terrible can happen''

OH? Okay speculation time again. This is the closest hint we've gotten to what exactly one of the gang's traumas could be. Ragatha may have forced herself to stay positive in really shitty situations during her human life which likely lead to a lot of negative thoughts which eventually lead to her doing...something, I'm not sure what though, maybe it lead to her losing an eye? (Maybe her new body represents that?) I'm not sure. Maybe this is why she's been in the circus for as long as she has, instead of dealing with her feelings and existentialism, she instead continues to try to be someone who's more adjusted than they actually are.

Again, this is all just speculation, maybe it's just an Infinity Train type of thing where they can't leave until they learn to accept what they went through and how to work through it healthily idk.

WHAT THE HELL IS THAT? Well, I'll tell you what I think it is.

I think it's this weird tar like tentacle thing from the teaser trailer, I don't see what else it could be.

And I'm 90% sure that whatever it is, it's connected to this room, and I think that THIS is gonna be where we'll be seeing what the gangs traumas are (Ragatha looked TERRIFIED when she was grabbed so if this was the case I wouldn't be surprised). I'd also like to speculate that this could possibly be another AI. There's Caine, Bubble, and whatever the hell those little shape creatures are, so it's very likely that other AI does exist, we just haven't seen them yet.

But who knows? I'm probably looking too much into it.

Woah new background, he is angy.

I would go into another theory I have about how their designs may hint at what trauma they have but I've spent over an hour writing, compiling trailer screenshots, and speculating every individual frame while suffering with chest pains I wanna go to bed

Holy shit that took WAY longer than I thought it would. I cannot WAIT to watch the pilot, this show has become one of my most anticipated projects of the year over the last few months and I can't wait to see what it has in store.

TL;DR: The trailer looks fire 10/10 can't wait for the inevitable Pomni plushes.

#karm rambles #the amazing digital circus #damn this is long #tadc #i'm so normal #glitch productions #gooseworx #i have gone insane

[otdiaftg]

"Neil?" Dan asks when she see's Neil isn't moving. Kevin frowns at Neil like he has no honest idea why Neil isn't already sitting down with him. For a moment Neil feels trapped, stuck between what he wants and what he needs, what he's never had or been and what he has but can't keep. It sends an unexpected bolt of panic through his chest and Neil jerks his gaze away. When he starts for the back of the bus, Kevin tries to call him back with an annoyed, "Get back here." Neil doesn't look at him or slow. "No."

The seat cushion creaks and Kevin's shoe hits the floor with a too- heavy thud. Neil knows Kevin is coming after him, sick of Neil's distractions and back-talking, but a half-second later Kevin snaps at someone to let go of him. Neil knows neither Aaron nor Nicky would have thought to intervene. Matt is the likeliest defender, but Neil doesn't care enough to look back and confirm it. Kevin settles for fussing at Neil in French: "Remember that you gave me your game. You don't have the right to walk away from me when I am trying to teach you." "I gave my game to you so we could get to finals," Neil sends back, "but you said yesterday you don't expect us to make it there. You've given up on us, so I'm taking my game back. I don't owe you anything anymore." "Stop acting like a spoiled child. Tonight's game rides on how well you and I perform. You need to hear this more than anyone does." "I've heard it all before," Neil says. "Leave me alone."

Day: Friday, March 8th / 9th* Time: 12:18 PM EST

*Due to the Leap Year, I have opted to highlight the day rather than the date to keep the events in occurrence to the 2007 year. I will continue to mark both days accordingly.

#aftg #all for the game #neil josten #tkm #the kings men #the foxhole court #andrew minyard #palmetto state university #psu foxes #andreil #on this day in aftg #otdiaftg #palmetto state foxes #otdi all for the game #nora sakavic #the foxes #on this day in all for the game #kevin day #nicky hemmick #aaron minyard #coach wymack #betsy dobson #abby winfield #matt boyd #dan wilds #renee walker #allison reynolds

[superawesome40]

Imagine this:

It starts with Bobby John. Dean can't let the baby go, he reminds him too much of Sam, way back when Sam was this age, and Daddy was always sad (or drunk), and when Dean tried to speak the words got stuck, and he could not make a sound. He can't let the baby go, so he doesn't.

Over time, they gather more. Bobby John, Ben, Joe and Ryan, Emma, Alex, Krissy and Aiden and Josephine, Magda, Claire, Jack. They find Jesse again, 16 years old and alone and scared of himself. They find Charlie and Kevin, and even though they aren't quite their kids, they treat them with the same care.

Somewhere in between the always rising tide of children, they find the Bunker. It's perfect - dozens of rooms for everyone to spread out, to have their own space. Bobby doesn't die, but he does move to the bunker "To keep an eye on ya' idjits,”. The modifications they make to the Bunker for his wheelchair are worth it to see the pride in his eyes. Linda Tran moves in, and she and Dean have an ongoing war over who's in control of the kitchen.

Of course, things aren't perfect. Chuck is still a problem, and eventually he must be dealt with. They win, but the cost is heavy. Cas and Jack are gone, and Dean... well he's as good as gone. He never leaves his room anymore, except to get a drink. Their dysfunctional family is mourning, both for those who they've lost and for themselves. Disappearing and coming back is much more traumatic than you'd expect.

Eventually, in an attempt to cheer him up, they convince him to go on a hunt. Just a small thing, a nest of vamps. They've killed a man and mutilated his wife, as well as taken their kids, two small boys. Someone (later, no one will remember exactly who) jokes that they can take in the boys. Sam and Dean leave, looking more cheerful than they’ve been in weeks.

They get the call a few hours later. Sam tells them over the phone, barely understandable through his tears, that Dean was hurt in the fight and that the doctors aren’t sure if he’ll pull through. Using the variety of cars in the bunker, they break a handful of laws and probably the sound barrier on their way to the hospital. Bobby pulls Sam aside and he explains, in detail, what happened. They wait for hours before a doctor finally enters the waiting room, asking for the family of Dean Fletcher* (Millie Winchester’s maiden name).

Dean survives, barely. Recovery is an uphill battle, and the damage done to his spine, muscles, and nerves leave him wheelchair-bound and in near-constant pain. Eventually, he’s able to move around for short periods of time using forearm crutches and leg braces, but it’s only after a few years and a lot of physical therapy. At the very least, the Bunker needs no new changes to accommodate him, having been updated for Bobby ages ago.

A year passes. The two boys from the vamp hunt are moved into the Bunker after their mother succumbs to her injuries in the hospital, and quickly adjust and thrive in the new location. Sam and Eileen quit hunting, permanently. They move to town, only fifteen minutes away, and visit every Saturday for family dinner. When they get married, Sam Winchester becomes Sam Leahy. Jody retires, and moves her hoard to the Bunker. They’ve got the room, after all. Donna follows not too long after. Miracle is officially trained as a service animal, to help Dean with his panic attacks.

One night, Dean can’t sleep. He hauls himself into his wheelchair and goes to the kitchen for a glass of water. He stops at the sight of three people sitting at the table.

The reunion is a tearful one. Dean cries from relief, and guilt, and of course the burning pain that rips through his back as a result of him temporarily forgetting he can’t stand and launching himself out of his chair. Cas also cries, sobbing apologies into Dean’s hair from where they are curled on the floor. Jack, pressed between the two of them and both overwhelmed and overstimulated, can only beg for Dean’s forgiveness. His dads wipe away his tears and press kisses to his cheeks, assuring him that he has nothing to apologize for.

The only one who doesn’t cry is Adam, sitting slightly stony faced at the table. Later, once the commotion of the reunion has died and Sam has been woken and summoned to the Bunker, the three sit down to chat.

Adam tells them that he’s not angry anymore, and begs them to explain everything to him, starting from the beginning. He is especially curious about their father, and realizes through their stories that John badly mistreated them. Dean invites Adam to stay in the Bunker, but Adam declines. He says that there’s a lot he needs to do, but hesitantly suggests that they stay in touch. Their relationship is tentative at first, but eventually he becomes a permanent fixture in the family.

Cas and Jack are filled in on what they missed. Dean pulls them each aside and apologizes privately for the things he said and did before the end. He assures Jack that he is part of the family, and always will be. He tells him he’s willing to be Jack’s dad, if that’s what Jack wants. Jack enthusiastically agrees.

He can’t quite bring himself to say “I love you” to Cas, but he says something along the lines of “maybe one day.” He also implies to Cas that John was extremely homophobic, and the combination of that and the sexual trauma he has experienced through his life (getting money for food/rent as a teen, Hell, Lydia) makes him hesitant now to form romantic relationships. Cas, understanding as always, agrees and comments on how he has improved at opening up, to which Dean replies that there wasn’t much else to do when he was trapped in bed and couldn’t escape Sam and his relentless therapy-talks.

Jack tells them as a group that he has decided there doesn’t need to be a God, and has stepped down after reforming Heaven. He says that he used his power for the last time to bring back Castile and find Adam. He confesses to his parents that the power is not gone, and likely never will be. He also says that he would like to grow up as human as possible, and promptly shrinks to the size of a toddler, much to the bewildered amusement of his parents. They discover that he no longer has his memories, and Bobby suggests that they may come back when he’s older, and that forgetting is his young mind's way of protecting itself.

As time passes, Cas and Dean open the Bunker to other hunters as a research facility and safe space to stay for a few nights. Neither of them hunt anymore, but they offer support and badly needed organization. With Charlie and Kevin’s help, they set up a system like the one Sam originally had.

When Eileen and Sam announce they are expecting, Dean is ecstatic. When they reveal the baby is a boy and that they are naming him “Dean II”, he cries for a solid hour. He’s the first, outside of Sam and Eileen, to hold the baby, who he affectionately nicknames “Junior”.

In the end, they are happy. They live together peacefully.

Would anyone be interested in reading this on ao3? I miiiight be planning to write this… also any suggestions/question/concerns are welcome! Also, if I missed any kiddos (canon only, please), feel free to tell me! I’m perfectly open to expanding their hoard.

Also, I cannot take complete credit for this story. Quite a few elements are inspired by foolondahill17’s stories, Dean Winchester’s half-way house for orphaned half-monsters (and humans), and the miracles ‘verse by the same author. Both are absolutely amazing stories, and I highly recommend.

*According to the Supernatural Wiki, Adam Glass wanted the actress Louise Fletcher to play Millie Winchester should she appear on screen.

#supernatural #writing #dean winchester #sam winchester #destiel #claire novak #ben braeden #jesse turner #emma winchester #bobby john #jack kline #supernatural au #fanfic #eileen leahy #spn

[lovefromremus]

AFTG Headcanon Series [2] Neil

part 1, part 2, part 3

So we all know that Neil and Mary would sleep with their backs to one another, right? Well from this I like to interpret as one of the main ways Neil likes to feel safe is by being held

Not because Mary held Neil, because she didn't, but because he was always so close to her every night and after years of pain not once did she turn to face him and hold him, and now he was in a safe environment, he ached to be held

Of course, when Andrew finds out about this, he is more than happy to hold him when he can and feels comfortable to do so

Neil doesn't share Andrew's love for ice cream. However, it's Kevin who introduced him to the world of sorbet. His favourite is raspberry.

Neil likes to play with fashion. Growing up clothes never had any gender, they wore what they found. Imagine Neil in neon tops and long, flowy skirts

HE LOVES TEA. HE CHANNELS HIS INNER BRITISH GENES OKAY? STUART SENDS HIM BOXES OF YORKSHIRE TEABAGS (im projecting again my bad)

Him and Allison go on weekly lunch dates every Saturday to catch up and gossip with one another, at first Neil is reluctant but he eventually loves them

Kevin comes to him whenever he's feeling anxious or upset

Has a really strong relationship with Jean after the Nest, they often call and text each other and love seeing each other at games, banquets etc

I'm sorry but I have always seen his hair as GINGER as in ORANGE not Auburn, he has ORANGE HAIR YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND ITS JUST BRIGHT AND COLOURFUL LIKE HIS EYES

Cannot drink any form of soda/fizzy drinks or juice unless it's HEAVILY DILUTED. He actually recoils and squints. He hates it.

Uses he/him pronouns but doesn't really know what's going on with his gender. He only started thinking about it when he discovered people can identify however they want to. But when he's asked what people should refer to him as, he just says he doesn't care (he would prefer if you didn't refer to him at all)

You may think Neil is the one doing all the rambling? You're wrong. Apart from exy, Neil is a listener. He grew up being quiet all the time and sometimes going days without uttering a word. It's Andrew who rambles to him about his day, his hobbies, a bird he saw on the way home etc. Neil smiles, nods, and tries to remember every word

Ends up having loads of fidgets and little things to play with on a lanyard he uses in class because he just has to be doing something. Whenever he's in an open environment he has to be moving constantly

Jumps when the toaster goes off every fucking time lmao

Does maths for fun?! What a weirdo but he definitely likes how organised and calm writing out all the steps makes him feel

Can do that weird thing where you make your tongue into like a flower shape

Wherever he is his laptop is not far behind. That kid always has it on him and is almost always using it for something whether it be studying or watching exy reruns

Gets lots of piercings!! It's how he starts reclaiming his body whilst also playing it safe with the FBI

Had the softest most beautiful most gorgeous most oh my god did you hear that? Laugh ever.

I'm telling you his laugh is just genuinely so elating that it makes everyone around him feel at ease

Just generally the type of person you can be around and never feel uncomfortable, Neil always likes to make sure people feel safe around him. Not that he tries really hard to find out what people do and don't like, but he's so calm and passive he never does anything to push anyone anyways

ABSOLUTE BADASS some of the things he mutters under his breath are so fucking funny it's shocking sometimes

Overall, just an amazing human.

But he could kill you. Remember that.

#all for the game #aftg #andrew minyard #psu foxes #andreil #palmetto state university #neil josten #the foxhole court #aaron minyard #kevin day

[faghubby]

giving in to desire part 2

Mom and I talked everyday. She asked about very personal things now. Things we never spoke about. She asked about sex. Who I had been with. She somehow managed to get me to confess things to her. She seemed surprised that I was a virgin. And then asked if there was someone I liked. She encouraged me to shave not only my legs but all my body hair. We talked about clothes and styles, maybe letting my hair grow out. After a few weeks she started openly talking about boys. I came to admit that I found not only woman but men attractive as well. I figured we talked as a grown mother and daughter would talk. I became much closer to her then I had ever been with my dad, or anyone else for that matter.

I found myself becoming more and more risqué. Often wearing panties to bed. Or even a nightie wondering if I would get caught by my roommate. Who's bed was just 10 feet away. I also started using the purple vibrator my mom had stuck in with all those beauty supplies. At first rubbing it against my dick but then soon shoving in my ass. Mon sent me a care package. It was full of girlie clothes. Alot that no one would notice unless they looked close but also a satin nightie. And pantyhose. Most exciting was a pair of high heels in my size. Mom encouraged me to wear the clothes in public. The modest things like the jeans or the tee shirt. That the sleeves seemed short.

"Paul you look so lovely" mom said as I sent her picks of me dressed in jeans and a simple tee shirt. "I guess I should start calling you Paula?" She giggled.

"Mom!" I said embarrassed

"What?, tell me you don't want to be my daughter" she said. I blushed she was right I loved being girlie.

"How about Pauly for now" I said

"Okay Pauly it is" she said.

That night Kevin (my roommate) came in late I was already in bed. He seemed very high trying to be quiet he of course woke half the dorm up. Before he crashed on his bed. He had left the light on. So I got up to turn it off after I was sure he was asleep. I got up I was wearing a satin pink pj's. Covered in little hearts. I noticed he had not even managed to remove his shoes. So in the dark I took off his shoes. Then instead of tucking him in. I pulled off his sweat pants. Only to discover he wore no underwear. I looked at his soft dick and couldn't help myself I leaned in close and kissed it. He didn't move. So I took it in my mouth. He grew some. As I started to suck his cock. I knew I shouldn't I just had to, soon I was sucking his hard cock. He wasn't very big probably just about 5 inches but I did t care I tried to suck every bit of his cock. Kevin just moaned and let me I figured he was just to fucked up to remember. Having him cum in my mouth. I felt so naughty as I slipped back into my bed.

When I woke Kevin was still asleep so I quickly changed. Only now worried that he might remember. I went and hid in the library as not to be confronted if he did. A few hours later as I was in class I started to get dozens of texts. From guys in my dorm.

"You can suck my cock!" And "will you wear a dress for me?" Along with dic pics of several guys. But the most upsetting one was from my roommate who had gone thru my trunk and posted pics of my girlie things. Finally out of class I found that they had posted across all my social media. Where members of my family had even commented.

I called my mother in tears.

"Paula don't cry, you wanted this maybe you weren't ready yet bit you did" she assured me. She convinced me to return to my dorm. I found wverything pulled out but nothing destroyed. It was the middle of the day and the dorm was mostly empty. Just as I started putting things away. One of the guys who lived across the hall burst in and closed the door.

"I talked Kevin out of pressing assault charges" he said his name was John. "He admitted you where really good at sucking cock" he smiled. And approached me. He grabbed my ass I still had not said a word.

"I love me some sissy bitch ass" he told me.

"John, I just" I started he didn't seem to care as his hand slid down the back of my jeans.

"You want to give it to me don't you?" John said. I was so confused and excited. "Get dressed up. Wear something sexy" he told me. Then took my hand and held it against his bulge. I just nodded.

John left me alone. I showered and shaved before I called mo. Again who once again encouraged me to go on a date with John. A date I wasn't even thinking about a date. I got all dressed did my hair and makeup. I was going to let someone see me. Just as I was about done my door opened and John walked in.he was dressed kinda like a bum.

"You look great" he told me, then took my hand. His idea of a date was to take me to the cafeteria. He showed me off to everyone. Lot of them having a good laugh. Others telling me I looked amazing. After he took me back to his room. As soon as the door closed his pants and boxers where off. I was in a whirlwind as he was naked in seconds. His cock fully hard. It was big I thought. Probably close to 7 maybe 8 inches long. He grabbed me and tore my shirt off. Not even trying to undress me he was rough and savage. He payed and bit me as he forcefully removed my clothes. I now stood ashamed and naked before him. He pushed me on to the bed and climbed on top of me he placed his cock in my mouth as he looked down at me. I sucked his cock best I could. He repeatedly gagged me with it. Not caring only pulling back when he thought I might pass out.

"You know your ass is next cunt" he cursed. When I thought I would dir he pulled out. Only to forcefully flip me over. He squirted something on my ass and then shoved his fingers in.

"So tight" he smacked my ass removing his fingers. He forced his cock into my ass. I screamed crying out. As he fucked me hard.

"Yeah, your going to get fucked so much" he moaned. I think I passed out because the next thing I know he was shooting his load on my ass.

"You belong to me now" he told me. I laid there in pain as he left me in his room.

I called my mom.

"Mommy" I sniffled. "It hurt so much. He was so rough" I wimpered

"You're a woman now Paula. Men will use you for their own pleasure. You will learn it is your place to please them" she told me. "It hurt but you liked it didn't you?" My mother said. Then she said something that I had not thought about.

"Baby did he make you cum?" I had, I hadn't even realized it. I got up and cleaned myself up after I hung up with my mother. My clothes where in shreds. Then John returned. He pushed me back on the bed.

"I have a friend who wants to take you for a ride" he told me. And opened the door. I had seen this guy around campus. John left and this new guy. Took out his cock and drove it deep in my ass.

"OH god" I moaned as he fucked me fast and furiously. He finished inside my ass. John returned.

"You're my whore now,, you are going to help me pay for my tuition" he informed me. I told my mom about John but not that he maid me his whore and pimped out my ass and mouth. To dozens of guys including one of his professors. Kevin moved out of my room and it was now a single. I wore only woman's clothes (sluttier the better as far as John was concerned) because they had posted everything to social media my whole family knew I was a sissy. Although my dad didn't like it mom protected me. Considering me her long awaited daughter. I continued with school but didn't learn anything other then how to please a man. Sometimes two at a time. John kept any money he charged people spending money only on buying me sexy clothes. But he graduated debt free.

[brightlight-dazzlingeyes]

CELEBRITY | chapter 7

rúben dias x original female character [+18]

SYNOPSIS: The protagonist has tried everything: acting, modeling, singing. But what got her a front page cover was being seen with a Premier League player. Unfortunately, that’s currently the least of her worries. WARNINGS: smut; kind of dom!ruben; social media post; minors dni.

|[previous chapter]| — |[masterlist]|

CHAPTER VII — THE BRACELET

The air in the apartment feels heavy as Lily and the protagonist stand facing each other. It had been months since they had last spoken. 

The protagonist clears her throat, the effort to speak almost tangible.

"Lily, listen, I... just want to say that... it's okay for us to live together." Each word is a struggle, the bitterness of their past still lingering in her voice.

Lily's expression remained unreadable, her gaze piercing. "Of course it is." She replies, her tone cool. "I've never had a problem with it."

The protagonist feels her anger flare at Lily's nonchalant response. "Really? Because I seem to remember things differently." Her voice is sharp with sarcasm. "Like the time you 'borrowed' my bracelet and conveniently forgot to return it."

Lily's eyes widen as she claims innocence. "You're still on about that old thing? You know I never touched it!"

The protagonist feels a surge of frustration. It was clear that Lily was not interested in reconciliation. And the bracelet was just one example of the many complaints she held against her former friend.

With a deep breath, the protagonist tries to keep her composure. "Well, I guess we'll just have to agree to disagree." She says icily. "But let's be clear, I won't tolerate any more of your games. We're roommates, nothing more."

Lily's smile falters briefly, a hint of uncertainty crossing her face. But it was quickly replaced by a facade of indifference. "Fine by me." She replies, her tone dripping with insincerity. "After all, it's not like we were ever really friends, were we?"

With that, Lily turned and walked away, leaving the protagonist alone with her conflicted emotions. Anger, sadness, and a profound sense of loss washing over her.

It's late, the city is quiet outside. The protagonist stands outside Rúben's apartment, perplexed by his persistent calls. They haven't discussed their relationship, but she goes every time he calls. Before, Rúben used to find any excuse to see her, but now he simply calls, and she comes running, drawn to him despite the unanswered questions between them.

As she enters his apartment, she's reminded of the need for caution. They can't risk photos of her here, not with looming threats. 

So, it's not like it was with Kevin, she tells herself. 

And it isn’t. Rúben's touch is gentle, his kisses soft. He holds her hand as they sit on the couch, watching TV. And it never progressed further than that.

So this time it’s different in many ways.

The protagonist feels respected, like Rúben is giving her time, like he wants to get to know her better. Despite his respect, her mind wanders, consumed by longing. Rúben is respectful, but she knows he would give her more if she asked. Does she dare?

The protagonist shifts subtly, repositioning herself closer to Rúben on the couch. She leans in, her body language conveying a subtle invitation. Rúben notices, his eyes meeting hers with a hint of curiosity.

Without breaking eye contact, she reaches out, her hand finding his and intertwining their fingers. Rúben's expression softens, a silent understanding passing between them. He leans in closer, his lips brushing against hers in a tentative kiss.

The kiss deepens, becoming more urgent, more passionate.

Rúben breaks away long enough to pull her closer, then presses his mouth back down onto hers, deepening the kiss even more. 

Their bodies pressed together, each seeking comfort from the other's warmth. His hand slides up her thigh, squeezing gently at first, but gradually increasing pressure. His tongue pushes into her mouth, tasting her as his hand inches up her skirt.

In the mirror across the room, the protagonist watches herself melt under Rúben's touch.

“I want you.” She whispers breathlessly. "So much"

“Yes, yes, I want you too.” He responds huskily, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her against him. “Let me take care of you."

He pulls off her panties, dropping them on the floor beside the couch, then yanks down her skirt. He's a bit rougher than she was expecting, but she's so horny she'll let him do anything he wants. He unbuttons her blouse, then unclasps her bra and tosses it aside, leaving her completely naked. His eyes wander over her body, lingering on legs, then her stomach, her breasts, finally coming to rest on her face. 

The protagonist moans when he brushes his thumb across her lips, then tilts her head to the side, encouraging him to go further. With a deep groan, Rúben leans forward and presses his lips to hers again.

She closes her eyes and his hands move over her skin, learning her curves. His hands are firm on her breasts and when she makes eye contact with him again, he has a proud smile on his face.

"You're so fucking hot."

His hands slide down to her thighs, gently lifting them, opening her legs wider, until they are spread open in front of him. She moans as he kisses her body, pausing at each breast to kiss and lick, sucking on her nipples, teasing her with small nips before retreating. 

As he kisses his way down, his hand moves up her inner thigh, making slow, deliberate circles. The more he touches her, the wetter she gets.

"I want to see you too. Please." She pleads.

"Yeah? Want to see if you can take it?" He asks, grinning down at her.

The protagonist bites her lips and coyly nods, begging him with her eyes.

"I'll show you." A lustful grin spreads across Rúben’s face as he starts to undress. 

Her eyes grow wide as he lifts his shirt over his head, revealing his lean muscles and athletic body. He bends down and pulls off his shoes, socks, and pants, tossing them aside. Then he steps out of his underwear, his cock already erect.

The protagonist watches with growing arousal as Rúben's hands roam over his muscular chest, down his belly to his cock, which points straight toward her face. She licks her lips nervously. He climbs up on the couch, kneeling in front of her, his hard cock bobbing just inches from her mouth.

"Open your mouth." He says, reaching out and stroking her hair with one hand. When she does as he asks, his member touches her lips and he begins to push it in. The tip slips past her teeth, only barely grazing her tongue. Rúben grins.

"You got it."

Slowly, Rúben moves his cock in and out of her mouth, going deeper each time. The faster he goes, the harder she cries out. She opens her mouth wider, trying to take all of him inside. 

She grips the armrest of the couch tightly, a single tear running down her face. Rúben’s hand is soft on her hair, as he pets her. When he feels her throat start to constrict around his shaft, he puts his hands on her shoulders and slowly eases out of her mouth. She moans loudly as she takes him back inside.

"Take it like a good girl." He breathes.

The protagonist struggles for air as Rúben thrusts himself into her mouth, harder and faster than before. Her eyelids flutter closed.

Finally, Rúben stops thrusting.

"That's good, that's good." He tells her.

When she opens her eyes, she finds him smiling down at her, an approving look on his face. He continues to stroke her hair, looking down at her with such affection and adoration. The protagonist tries to catch her breath, taking deep breaths through her nose as she strokes his cock.

Rúben smiles. "Now come here."

He sits back on the couch and takes her in his arms. As she straddles him, he gently kisses her forehead. He fingers her shortly, claiming that she's wet enough, before lining himself on her entrance. She gasps softly as he pushes himself inside.

It hurts slightly, but he keeps pushing in, until eventually, she sinks all the way down onto him. His eyes close and he sighs.

Rúben rests his hands on her hips, letting her control the pace. She keeps her rhythm slow and steady, moving back and forth on top of him, rocking her hips back and forth as she rubs her clit against him. Every few minutes, she slows her movements and leans forward, rubbing her lips and tongue against his skin, biting his ears, causing him to moan in pleasure.

They stay this way for several minutes, neither saying anything. Finally, Rúben grabs her hips and pulls her up and down faster. She clenches around him, pushing herself down onto his cock, enjoying every sensation. Soon, she can feel her orgasm building, and she doesn't want to hold back any longer.

As she continues to ride him, she grinds her pussy harder, squeezing him tighter. Suddenly, her climax overtakes her. She grits her teeth and shudders, tightening around him. Rúben moans in pleasure as he comes too. They continue to move together for several seconds before finally collapsing on the couch, still joined together.

When they finally get their breathing under control, Rúben looks into her eyes. She blushes slightly.

"You were amazing." He says.

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Forced Love (Kim Sunwoo)

[Yandere themes. Contains stalking, murder and what not. 6k+ words. Enjoy :) idk what else to write 😪]

Run

That's all you had in mind. Run. No matter what just keep on running. You knew this was one of the only chance you will get. No way you were gonna miss it. All you had to do was get to the roadside and look for someone who could save you. You knew that you could not make it out at night. Looking around, you climbed on the highest tree in hopes of not getting caught. Your adrenaline rush made you lose all your sleep.

Relaxing for a bit but still being alert you carefully looked down...seeing how Sunwoo was looking around while looking for you. You held in your breath as you saw how he stopped right under you. One wrong move and you're done for...he stopped for a while as he was catching his breath. As he started running again you finally took a deep breath.

You stayed on the tree till Sunwoo came back again. As soon as he came back you waited for some time to make sure you were not caught. After a while you slowly got down and started running towards the road side.

You have been running for quite awhile. You frantically looked around for a place from where you could call your sister. You knew it was best to call from a telephone. On a distance you saw a telephone booth. It looked quite old so you hoped that it would still work. Immediately running there you removed the few coins you had stollen from Sunwoo.

You waited for the other other line to pick....ring after ring..."Hello?"

As soon as I heard her voice my tear's started flowing. "Miyeon..." "Y/N? Is...is that really you??" I could hear how shocked she was. Chocking back my sob "Yes...can you come pick me up? I don't know where I am. I am really scared. It's a blessing I still remember your number. I am really scared unnie..." forming these words got more hard as you started noticing how much of a bad condition you were in. "Stay...stay where you're! I will track your location down with police help! I am coming, hmm?" "Please come fast. I can't hold up any longer. And I don't know on when he will come back again. Please I don't want to go there again unnie." "I am coming. Just be on the line!"

Those small minutes felt like hours. Being here was already hard enough knowing Sunwoo can come here anytime. As I was about to doze of I saw a car coming in front of me. Looking up I saw Miyeon coming out of the drivers seat. I immediately stood up and ran towards her.

"Oh my god. Y/N...baby you look so thin. Come on. Sit." Saying that she made me sit beside her as she immediately started the car. As soon as I came in the care of my sister I immediately dozed of because of fatigue and lack of sleep.

"Y/N...wake up." I slowly pried my eyes open as I saw that we were in a drive thru. "Would you like some burger and chicken wings?" I nodded at whatever she said. "Here. Have some Matcha latte till we get the order." I slowly took the drink from her hand as I took a sip of it. With a content sigh I slowly looked out the window. "For...how long was I missing?" I asked slowly as I turned my head towards Miyeon... "6 months. Each day felt like hell knowing you were in trouble. I tried everything. I even called Kevin to look for you but there were no traces of you. It's like.....you just disappeared." I took in everything she said. I knew that I was missing for a long time but almost a year? Who would have known what would have happened if I wouldn't have escaped Sunwoo....

"Oh here. Eat up. With Kevin's help I have booked a flight for both of us. We will board the flight tomorrow night. It is the best if you don't contact anyone....we're going back to mom and dad. Joshua is also with them. Don't contact anyone till we're in the plane."

I nodded my head as I took a bite of my burger. I was definitely not going to take any risk of getting caught. So contacting anyone else is something I would not even think about.

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I was packing all my clothes in my luggage. I am not at all gonna take anything thing else from here rather then the clothes same goes to Miyeon. Who knows what Sunwoo might have done to them.

We even bought a new pairs of shoes in case there was a tracking device on the previous ones. Right now Kevin was in my room helping me pack my clothes.

"Well I guess that's all...." I said as I looked around the room incase I left something... "thank you for coming to help me Kev. I really appreciate it.."

"It's okay Y/N. Oh by the way I will also come to Canada after settling some things here."

"Please be careful now that you will be alone here. I don't trust Sunwoo. Settle everything as fast as possible." I was worried that Sunwoo might hurt Kevin. Knowing how he can get I was worried about Kevin's safety.

"Don't worry. I can take care of myself. I will make sure not to be out late at night. Come on. Let's order some Chinese food." We that we both exited my room as we went to the living room.

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I was busy keeping my bag in the backseat as Miyeon was having some talk with Kevin. I sighed as I waited for her and Kevin to come. Miyeon came and sat in the backseat as Kevin sat in the drivers seat.

He started the car as soon as they both got in.

As we were on our way to the airport I kept looking out the window.

"What's bothering you?" I heard Kevin ask as I looked at him. I shrugged my shoulders as I looked out the window again.

"I...I don't know. I am just worried that what if Sunwoo finds me again. Just nervous that's all."

"Hey you don't have to worry. Nothing will happen to you there. We will make sure of that. I will make sure of that. You can also pursue your career in literature how you always wanted to. I know some great universities and Joshua is also there for you."

I sighed as I nodded my head. I am just overthinking probably. Nothing can go wrong. We just have to board this plane and this nightmare will come to an end. I closed my eyes as I wanted to have some peace.

"Um...Kev...do you see that car? I think we're being followed..." as soon as I heard what Miyeon said I shot my eyes open as I looked at the rear view mirror. Seeing that car bought back...memories. Unwanted memories. I looked at Kevin. "That's...that's Sunwoo's car Kev. What do we do now??" I said nervously as I glanced at him. He had a straight face on as she slowly started speeding up.

"Kevin you can't stay here. He knows you now. You have to come with us. It's dangerous for you to stay here alone. Once we get to the airport he won't be able to do anything in front of all those people. Let's book a flight for you, if we can find one with us it's better. I can't let you be alone here." Miyeon said as she contacted someone on her phone.

"Yes Kev. You can't stay here any longer. At least alone. Sunwoo is dangerous. You will have to come with us." I said that as I rubbed his hand in assurance which was on the side.

Kevin glanced at me as he gave me a small smile. "I will. Don't worry. I can't leave you alone there when I know  what you have been going through."

I grew anxious every passing second. As soon as we got to the airport me and Miyeon went out of the car as we took our bags. Miyeon had called one of our close friends to come and pick up our car.

From my side I could see Sunwoo getting out of the car making me panic. Miyeon immediately took my hand as we ran in the airport. Kevin went ahead to get a ticket for himself.

"Did you get a ticket?" I asked as I nervously looked at him

"Yes. Luckily there was one seat left. Come on now."

We immediately boarded the plane. As we sat down on our respective seats I looked at Miyeon with a worried look.

"Sunwoo now knows that we're going to Canada....we can't stay there...what do we do now??" I asked as I started biting my nails in nervousness.

"Don't worry. As soon as we get of this plane we will immediately board the plane which will take us to LA. We can't stay a night in Canada. It will be dangerous. You stay here. I will go and talk with Kevin about this." Saying that she kissed my forehead as she walked away.

Sighing I decided to take a nap.

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We just got of the plane. Miyeon was booking our flight tickets as we both sat down. I was looking around as Kevin spoke up

"You up for Starbucks? I am thirsty and we could use some coffee to keep us awake." I nodded at him as I stood up.

Me and Kevin went to Miyeon to ask her if she wanted anything. After that we both went to Starbucks. As we gave our order to the cashier we both sat down at a vacant table.

"So what are you gonna do in LA? You got dragged in all of this because of me." I said that as I looked at Kevin with a small pout on my lips.

"Hey. None of this is your fault. I decided to help you. And I can do some work there. Till we settle down I can work in a cafe or something. Then I can start my art there too. Let's see what life brings ahead of us. Cheer up now." I nodded as I gave a small smile to Kevin.

We went back to Miyeon once we got our order.

"Where's my sandwich and drink?" She asked me as soon as she saw me.

"Calm down woman. Here's your order. I may have drank some of your drink." As soon as I said that she glared at me and hit me on my head. "Where's your food?" Miyeon asked as she took a bite of her sandwich. I looked at Kevin as he passed me my food.

"At what time is the flight?"

"In a hour or so. We will reach LA late  at night. So we will have to book a hotel room for us. I already looked for some nice hotels there. You both can choose one amongst yourself." I nodded as I took a bite of sandwich. Silence fell upon us as we enjoyed our food.

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We all boarded our plane to LA. It has been a while since we're on the plane. Miyeon and Kevin were asleep. I couldn't get myself to sleep again. This all still feels like a dream. Escaping from Sunwoo and now getting away from him.

I was lost in my thoughts when I heard Miyeon shuffling in her sleep. I looked at her as she slowly opened her eyes. She looked at me as she gave a small smile to me.

"Can't sleep? Something bothering you?" She asked as she drank some water. I slowly shook my head as a no as I placed my head on her shoulder. She slowly started patting my head in a soothing manner as I started speaking.

"I just can't grasp the situation fully yet. I am still processing. In a short amount of time a lot has happened. I just wish....it stays this way." I said that as I stared up at Miyeon. She looked down at me as she booped my nose making me whine lowly.

"I also wish that nothing more bad happens. Well on the bright side...mom, dad and Joshua will be here in LA till Sunday. They have a house here in LA. We can stay there. Now come on. Get some sleep. I will wake you up once the food comes." I shook my head at her words.

"Let's talk....order some coffee. Let's have some talk. I wanna catch up with you." I said that as I looked up at her. Miyeon smiled widely at my words as she immediately ordered coffee for us.

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We just got of the plane. I stretched my body as me and Kevin waited for Miyeon to come. We three took a cab to our hotel. We had already booked a room for us. We were staying in the same room....Miyeon said that it's the safest this way for now. Incase something at night happens we will be there for each other to protect us.

"Kev...can you order something sweet for me?" I said that as I was doing my night routine. Kev looked at me as he sighed.

"Y/N...we're about to go to sleep. Do you have to eat something sweet?" I nodded my head eagerly as he shook his head while getting to the telephone.

Once the food came. I shared some of it with Miyeon and Kev. I brushed my teeth after eating as I went to bed.

"Can we get myself a phone or something? I would need it anyways." I said that as I was getting my bed ready. I saw how Miyeon nodded her head.

"We will get a MacBook for you. Mom already transferred some money in Kevin's account. We can go there tomorrow."

🐾The next day🐾

I wore a a pair of shorts with a crop top and a pastel colour cardigan on top. Me and Miyeon headed out as Kevin was getting ready.

As we reached the mall I immediately went in the store.

"Are we only gonna buy a MacBook for me?" I said as I look at Miyeon and Kevin. Kevin shook his head as he came beside me.

"We're gonna get ourselves a phone. We will get new sims for both of us same goes to your once we buy a phone for you. For now a MacBook should do..."

"But won't I need a phone to use a MacBook? I can't use my old iCloud account." I looked at Miyeon with a questionable gaze.

"Oh...you're right. Let's also buy a phone for you." I clapped my hands as we started looking for a phone.

After we were done shopping we went to a nice restaurant which was in the mall.

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It was Sunday today. We three went to the airport to pick up mom, dad and Joshua.

As were were waiting for them I saw a familiar figure coming out of the airport.

"Shua! Here!" I heard Miyeon scream on top of her lungs.

The figure who was supposedly Joshua looked at us as he went back inside. In a while he came back outside with mom and dad.

My eyes immediately welled up with tears as I ran towards my dad and hugged him.

"Look at you. All grown up." He said that as he caressed my hair in a loving manner. I broke the hug as I looked at my mom.

"Why have you grown so tall? You're taller then me now. And were you not eating anything. Look how thin you've become." She kept going on as I just hugged her. Breaking the hug I looked at Joshua as he opened his arms.

I immediately went and hugged him as he caressed my back. "Gosh...peaches. You're still a cry baby."

"How can I not cry?! I missed you so much when I was in Korea. Especially at that time." We both broke the hug as Miyeon was with mom and dad.

Kevin and Joshua hugged each other as we all went and sat in the car.

"Y/N do you wanna eat some food before going home?" I heard mom ask from the front seat. I shook my head as I just wanted to go home and rest in my room there.

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It has been a while since we all settled here in LA. My life here was getting better. I got into a good university with Kevin's help. I was starting to get more comfortable with Miyeon then I was before.

You can also say that I might have a potential boyfriend. We have not started dating yet because of my past trauma but he was okay with it. He was okay to wait for me which I was glad about.

Right now me, Miyeon, Kevin, Joshua and Minhee were in this cafe we just found.

I was just sitting while listening to music when Kevin removed my headphones and screamed in my ear.

"What is wrong with you!" I screamed at him as I rubbed my ears. He just smiled at me as he started speaking.

"Go and order some drinks for us. You're the only one who is sitting here and doing nothing. All of us are busy doing work unlike you." I just glared at him as I kicked him under the table while standing up.

"Fine. What do you guys want?" I asked as I stood beside Minhee.

"Strawberry milkshake for me!" Miyeon said as she gave me her wallet.

"Americano for me and Caramel Java Chip Frappuccino for Kevin." I looked at Minhee as he stood up.

"I will come with you. You can't bring all of this on your own." He said that as I smiled shyly. Joshua saw me as he nudged both Miyeon and Kevin.

I just walked away from there as fast as possible knowing how they will tease me. I went to the front as I waited for someone to come and take our order.

In less then a minute a guy came out. He looked a bit older then us. He stared at me for awhile before he started speaking. Minhee must have noticed that as he protectively held his hand on my waist.

"Hi. What would you like to order?" The guy said as his eye's never left my face. I slowly went and stood beside Minhee trying to hide myself as much as possible.

"A strawberry milkshake, Two Americano's, one One Caramel Java Chip Frappuccino and what do you want Y/N." my attention immediately went to Minhee as I answered his question.

"Chocolate chip Frappuccino for me." I said as I held Minhee's hand more tightly.

We were told that they will come and serve our drinks to our table so we went back there.

I slowly sat down as I looked at Minhee "Did you also find that guy weird or was it just me?" Minhee gave me a nod as he took a seat beside me.

"Even I found him weird. Maybe it's just our mind playing games with us." After that till our order came we talked about some random things.

In a while the same guy came back to our table with our orders. The more I looked at him the more he looked familiar to me.

"Hi I am Eric and here is your order. Hope you guys enjoy it." As soon as I heard that name I started thinking more.

I have heard that name somewhere...where was it? Was it-

"Y/N? Yah!" I heard Miyeon yell as she kicked me under the table. I rubbed the part where she kicked me as I looked at her with a annoyed expression.

"Stop kicking me will you?" I said as I took my Frappuccino from Kevin's hand who was about to take a sip.

"What were you thinking about?? You looked so lost." Joshua said as he took a sip of his americano. I shook my head as I took a sip of my drink.

"That Eric guy...he looked oddly familiar to me. Even his name. It's as if I have seen him somewhere. I just can't recall where." I said as I started thinking again.

"It must be nothing. Your mind must be just playing games. Stop thinking about him."

"Maybe you're right..."

We all were just enjoying our time together. We didn't even realise that it was starting to get dark outside.

We immediately packed our things as we exited the cafe. As I was the last person to do so. I looked inside the cafe again to see that Eric guy staring at me.

I immediately exited the cafe after seeing that.

"It is her. I am sure of it. I even saw that Kevin guy with her and her sister. But the thing is...there was this dude with her. He was way to close to her for your liking."

"When are you coming? Till Monday? Okay. Yeah sure...I will keep an eye on her...Sunwoo don't worry."

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It has been a few days since we went to that cafe. After that small incident I stopped going out a lot. Scared something might happen.

Whenever I went out it felt like I was being followed but I didn't see anyone. That's why I now always carry pepper spray with me. I make sure that it is with me.

I was in my room doing some of my university work when Joshua entered my room. I looked at him as I went back to what I was doing.

"Y/N~ can you do me a favour?" Joshua said as he sat down on my bed. I turned my chair towards him as I told him to go ahead.

"We're out of ramen. Can you go and bring some?? And also bring some ice cream? Please."

I sighed as I stood up while nodding my head. I have been locked up inside this room for way to long. Might as well go and do some work.

I went out of my room with him following me. 

"Do you only want ramen and ice cream?? Nothing else?" He nodded his head as I stepped out of the house. I put on my hoodie as I started walking ahead with my hands in my sweatpants pockets.

As I was getting close to the convenience store I felt like I was being followed again. I slowly turned my head around trying not to look suspicious as I saw a figure walking behind me.

I almost froze as I immediately recognised that figure. No it can't be....I removed my phone from my pocket acting as if I was changing the song.

I clutched the pepper spray in my hoodie pockets tightly as I entered the store.

I immediately called one of my university friends. Calling Minhee could put him in danger. I don't want that. She lives really close to the store so she can reach here in two minutes or so.

"Hey...um can you come to the convenience store near your house. I am there right now...yeah. Sure."

I went to the ramen section as I picked some of them. I put them in the basket I took on the way here as I went to get some ice cream.

As I was getting the ice cream I felt the presence beside me. I tried ignoring him but he held my hand when I put it in the fridge.

"Long time no see...puppy." I immediately froze when he started talking. I looked at him for a brief second as I pulled my hand away from him.

I took the ice cream as I went to the cashier but before I could get there Sunwoo stopped me and turned me around.

"I looked for you everywhere and this is where you came? Tell me how more dumb can you get."

He said that as he held my jaw and came close to my face. I immediately pushed him away from me.

"Stay away from me. I don't want anything to do with you! You ruined my life enough already. Please don't ruin it more. Just stay away..." I said those words as I rushed to the cashier.

The cashier saw my distressed face as he asked me if I was okay. I nodded my head and kept looking back. As soon as I got my stuff I left the store. I knew he was gonna follow me so I kept the pepper spray bottle close to me.

As I was walking I saw my friend, Erica coming in this direction. I immediately ran towards her as I hugged her tightly.

"Y/N? Hey. What happened? Why do you..." her voice trailed of as she saw a figure standing not so far away from us. As if she understood what happened she took my hand as we headed to my house.

She took the keys from my hand as she opened the door.

"Miyeon! Are you home?" Erica yelled as she took me to the couch. She went away and came back in less then a minute with a glass of water.

I took the glass in my hand but it kept on shaking so Erica took it and helped me in drinking water.

Soon we heard footsteps coming downstairs. I was still in shock so I didn't even care to look up. I brought my legs up to my chest as I stared at nothing.

"Y/N? What happened peaches?" I heard Joshua asking as he rushed towards me. He immediately sat beside me as he took me in his embrace.

I started crying in his embrace.

"Erica...what happened?"

"I don't know actually. She called me a while ago saying that she is being followed and told me to come to the convenience store. As I reached there she immediately ran up to and hugged me. She was shaking badly till I reached there. When I looked back there was a man standing there in all black. Taking the clue I immediately brought her here."

"I see...thank you for bringing her Erica. Why don't you stay here. I don't think it's safe for you to go out now."

As I calmed down till then everyone was already there. I slowly sat straight and brought my knees near my chest.

"He is back...Sunwoo is back." I said quietly but they heard it.

"Are you sure?" Joshua asked as he looked around to see everyone's faces.

"I am sure Shua. I saw him. He talked with me. I am scared. I am scared to be alone. I am scared to even step outside of this house."

My tears slowly rolling down my cheeks. Joshua again hugged me as he rocked me back and forth.

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It has been a week or so since I had that encounter with Sunwoo. I was always in my room the entire time.

Minhee came to check up on me from time to time. I was thankful for that. I just wanted all of this to end.

Today was a bit different tho. Today was Miyeon's birthday. She wanted to go to this club which is near my university. I never really had any reason to go there until today.

I got dressed in a black short dress as I wore a pair of heels. I didn't want to go but because today is her birthday I decided to do what she wants.

It was already 8 pm. I went downstairs to see Miyeon and Joshua together. Kevin and Minhee were not in sight. I was about to ask them about Minhee when Joshua beat me to it.

"Minhee and Kevin both are in the car peaches. Come on. Let's get going." I nodded as we three exited the house.

🐾In the club🐾

"Why did I agree to this again?" I said as soon I entered the club. Miyeon just pushed me so that I can walk ahead.

"Have some fun. Relax and chill out a bit. You worry to much." I shrugged at Miyeon's words as I went to get myself a drink.

"We all are going to the VIP room. Come there once you get the drinks." I heard Kevin say as they all went ahead except for me and Minhee.

"So...how are you holding up?" Minhee asked as he waited for our drinks to arrive. I shrugged while looking around. "It's so so. I know that anything can happen so I still have my pepper spray with me." Minhee smiled at me as he ruffled my hair a bit.

As soon as the drinks arrived we headed towards the room. As we entered the room we saw the three of them doing...something. We just set the drinks on the table as they all took one for each.

🐾Few hours later🐾

"Miyeon stop drinking! Kevin stop whatever you're doing! Minhee Y/N! Help me. Come on guys. It's late already we have to go home- no Miyeon!" We all looked at Miyeon as she started puking.

I sighed as I went towards her and held her hair up. "Shua you clean her up. I will go and find someone who can clean this up." "Take someone with you" I shook my head as I headed outside "I will be fine. I will be back in no time!"

I exited the room as I looked for a staff who could clean all the mess we created. As I was looking around I saw a figure leaning against the wall towards the washroom. I was about to head back when I saw Eric in front of me.

I gulped as I looked at that figure again. I decided to go past him but he held my hand as he dragged me with him. Coming to a abrupt stop I saw Sunwoo in front of me. 

"Had fun puppy? Now how about you come back to me?" He said that as he rubbed his thumb on my lower lip. I sighed as I looked for a way to get out of this situation. "Eyes here puppy. I am speaking with you!"

"Why don't you just stay the hell away from me? What did I ever do to you!"

"I am like this because of you! It's all your fault I am obsessed!" I scoffed at his words as I moved my hair back.

"I never even talked with you! Hell I didn't even know you existed till you came in front of me that day!"

"That's the thing! You didn't do anything yet I am behaving like this crazed maniac! All you have to do is submit yourself to me! Do that and we can live happily!” He said all that as he kept coming close to me.

I took slow steps back. When I knew that Eric wasn't paying attention I immediately pushed him hard as I ran out of there.

I didn't even make it till my room when I was pulled somewhere. Before I could scream I was hit on my head with something heavy.

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I woke up to my body hurting all over. I looked around but I couldn't see anything. My whole body was paining.

As I was trying to figure things out I heard the door open and close. I tried my best to stay calm but the minute the cloth was removed from my eyes my blood ran cold.

There stood Sunwoo in front of me with blood all over his clothes. I hoped that what I was thinking was not true.

"It looks like my puppy is awake now. Wanna know what I did with Miyeon? But I am afraid you will feel sick while hearing all of that. Why don't I just take you to her?" Before I could even respond he harshly held my wrist as he pulled me up.

Now looking down I saw how there were numerous cuts on my whole body. I was walking wherever Sunwoo was taking me.

He stopped in front of a room making me halt my steps. "I am telling you. All of this happened because of you puppy." As he said that he opened the door.

Fresh smell of blood hit my nose making me gag. I looked around in horror. Miyeon and Kevin were in this room. They both were badly injured. Injured might also be the wrong word. They looked dead.

"You can consider them dead at this point. They shouldn't have helped you to be fair. Face the consequences." My legs gave up on me as I fell down on the cold ground. Tears streaming down my face endlessly.

"Why...why are you doing this to me?" I lowly whispered as I looked at Kevin and Miyeon.

"I told you puppy. Do something unforgivable...then you face the consequences. Hell you ran away from me for months. Now get up. You would now also want to check up on your little lover boy. Eric took care of him. Hope he didn't do much damage to him and your brother."

Seeing that I had no signs of getting up myself he picked me up as he took me to another room. I kept staring at Miyeon and Kevin as tears didn't stop for a moment.

Sunwoo and I entered the room. I gasped as I saw Eric making cuts on Minhee. As soon as Sunwoo put me down I was ready to run towards him when Sunwoo held my hand again.

"Where do you think you're going?" Sunwoo asked as he glared at me. "You will kill him! Stop it. Please. I...I give up." I yelled as I kept on trying to break free from Sunwoo's grip.

"Y/N that is not how it works dear. To be fair...this guys life is in my hands." I heard Eric say as he walked towards us.

"You want me right? Please let them go at least. I will do anything, hmm? No more, plz.” I pleaded as I hoped these two will listen to me.

"No more." Sunwoo walked towards Minhee

"Y/N...I...I love yo.." before he could even finish his sentence Sunwoo shot him dead.

"Nooooo!" I yelled as my legs gave up on me.

"Why are you crying over him!? He is nothing to you! I should be the only one that should matter to you!" Sunwoo yelled as he came towards me.

"You...you killed him...you killed everyone I love. There is nothing left for me all because of you!" I yelled as I glared up at him.

"We will get that attitude out of you but before that.." he turned back as I followed his gaze. My eyes widened as I shook my head.

"Sunwoo...please no don't do it. I..." before I could even finish my words I heard the clicking of the gun and he shot him.

I screamed as I saw Joshua dead in front of me.

"You can't do this to me! Let me go please." I kept thrashing around in Eric's arm as he tried calming me down.

Seeing no response from Sunwoo I screamed more. Slowly my body started giving up and soon everything went dark.

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I entered the room Y/N was in. I slowly put the first aid box down as I started treating her wounds trying not to wake her up.

After I was done I stared at her as I moved some strands of her hair away from her eyes.

"Why did you have to runaway? I thought we were doing good." I said as I looked at her sleeping figure.

Looking at her like this in this condition made me feel bad. I knew that she shouldn't go through this...but I can't live without her. She is everything I got.

Sighing I stood up and exited the room and locked it from outside. I stood outside the room as I was lost in my thoughts.

"Everything alright?" I turned my head to the voice and saw Eric coming out of his room. I merely nodded my head as I started walking downstairs.

"Now that you got Y/N...what will you do?"

"I...I will go back to Korea once she recovers. I wanna start new. I don't want her to be scared of me."

"She will come along...soon. I mean I hope she does."

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I stared out of the window as I had nothing to do. I was to weak and hurt to escape right now and the door was locked.

Soon enough I heard the door unlocking as Sunwoo stepped inside.

"Hey...here. Your breakfast." He said as he kept the food in front of me. I pushed the food away from me as I heard him sigh.

"You haven't eaten anything since yesterday. Have some please. You're already weak." I shook my head at his words as he sat down in front of me.

"Puppy...don't make me mad. Eat this. Now." I stared at him for a bit as I took the plate in my hand and took a bite. "Eat everything. You will need some energy to argue with me."

After awhile I was done. I set the plate down as I took some sips of water.

"Y/N....once you're healed. We will go back to Korea. Everything is over. Only you and me. You don't need anyone else. I am all you will ever need now." As he said that he kissed my forehead and stood up.

Before he could exit I spoke up "You're a fucking maniac Kim Sunwoo...you're forcing your love on. I will never love you." I said as I wiped my cheeks.

He turned around as he spoke with his hands in his pockets "Call it whatever you want Forced Love or not...you're still mine. At the end of the day. I am everything you got puppy." He exited the room before I could reply.

Tears slowly started flowing down my eyes. I really am stuck with him now. There is no one who can help me out now.

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Tagging: @deoboyznet

#the boyz #the Boyz yandere #yandere the boyz #yandere tbz #TBZ yandere #sunwoo the boyz #sunwoo x reader #sunwoo x you #Sunwoo yandere #yandere Sunwoo #Kim Sunwoo #sunwoo fanfic #Sunwoo #the Boyz Sunwoo #tbz imagines #tbz sunwoo #tbz x reader #tbz x y/n #tbz x you #Sunwoo x y/n #the boyz x reader #the boyz x you #sunwoo imagines #Minhee #cravity #cravity minhee

[fantasy-mixtapes]

Fabian Aramais Seacaster S3 Playlist: side a

Here he is! God's favorite popular kid!! Song descriptions down below, spoilers for fantasy high junior year ep. 1-10

Genres include: dance/electronic, alternative, rnb, pop-punk

1. Stop, Justice

So many times we rise and fall After a while it's coming all together Together So many times we rise and fall Wondering if we'll find it all together Together Remember all the nights and days we spent together Together It's so easy to forget how to surrender But nothing's ever stopped Music and lights, rhythm and melodies Take us to the top

Is this about how Fabians friendships and newfound love of dance helped him become a happier better person? yes.

Is it also about how often Fabian fell during the Night Yorb battle? also yes.

2. Social Climb, I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

Oh, come break some hearts now Tear them out File in for amusements with the crowd Oh, but be advised Participation is required Doin' things not typically allowed Feels like we're having a good time It's true, a wonderfully good time when I'm with you

Fabian Seacaster, The Most Popular Guy in School, Maximum Legend, making my skin crawl blowing off Mazey's twister game to hang out with Ivy THATS NOT YOUR HEARTTTTTT, THATS NOT WHO YOU AREEEEEE. AND I KNOW he was doing it for the mystery but oh my GOD he was too good at playing that part

3. Call It What You Want, Foster the People

You've taken your words And you take your judgments And stick 'em onto everything If it don't conform to what you were born into Then you run the other way You say, "Now what's your style? And who do you listen to?" Who cares? Well, the rat race ladder climbin' fake fake smiles Got nothing on me, yeah, yeah

Ok, so this is a little unorthodox for me because I usually only put songs from the characters' perspectives on their respective playlists, but I can't get this scene out of my head. In my mind, this is Mazey's perspective from the chunk of that first downtime when Fabian invites her and everyone else in dance class to Seacaster Manor, and Fabian starts to really come out of his shell.

Think of it like a slow-burn montage of the two dancing (literally dancing) around their potential feelings for one another. The song has a really nice groove to it, and it matches up with Mazey's cool and earnest personality.

4. Stronger Than Ever, Raleigh Ritchie

Hate me when I'm gone I'll make it worth your while when I'm successful But, when I'm here I need your kindness 'Cause the climb is always stressful I'll leave my peace in pieces all around The decent people back at home 'Cause I'm a big boy, an adult now or nearly If I pull the wool back from my eyes I can see clearly The world is at my feet and I am standing on the ceiling,

Alone in that big house, trying to be the best at everything, pushing himself harder and harder. The song is so perfect it speaks for itself

5. Thing Called Love, Kevin Ross

Don't know why you love me so much, oh When I can't say I deserve us Like a rocket's failure to launch I just let it self-destruct And it's not right (No) And it hurts twice when it's good-intentioned But that's life (Right?) Or is it my pride that wouldn't listen

Ok these last two are just directly in reaction to episode ten scenes so be warned.THE SCENE WITH FABIAN AND MAZEY IN THE KITCHEN??? Talk about the right person and wrong time and god; it rips my heart out. Like how he earnestly talked about how worried he was for her safety. THE WAY SHE JUST SAYS SHE HAS A CRUSH ON HIM. THE WAY LOU REACTED????? shoot me dead

6. Pieces, Sum 41

I tried to be perfect But nothing was worth it I don't believe it makes me real I thought it'd be easy But no one believes me I meant all the things I said ... This place is so empty My thoughts are so tempting I don't know how it got so bad Sometimes it's so crazy That nothing can save me But it's the only thing I have

"breaker breaker, Fabian Seacaster looking for his papa Bill Seacaster."

#dimension 20 #fantasy high #fantasy high junior year #d20 #d20 fhsy #spotify #fantasy mixtapes #fabian aramais seacaster #fabian seacaster #lou wilson #fhjy spoilers #d20 spoilers #Spotify

[cosplayinamerica]

by Anna-Neko

Before all the endless online, digital everything, before FB and Insta, the “don’t u know how many followers…” & influencers nonsense, there was this man!

Kevin would take your photo, make small-talk & drop encouraging comments and make you feel a star! A former cosplay partner still fondly remembers how he would always know what she was cosplaying as! No matter how obscure! If he didn’t know the cosplay – he would ask about it! The interest always genuine. He seemed to remember everyone from con to con, and in later years when instead of running around he would set up a corner with a backdrop and do photos this way – he would jot down file numbers & email me full-size images after the event if asked.

So just a quick scene setting up. It is very easy to forget, but back then (1999 to maybe 2002~ish) there was waaaaay less conventions. There wasn’t an event happening every weekend, much less multiple events at same time! Digital cameras were not a thing. Well, obviously they existed, but your average otaku heading to an anime con might bring a cheap 35mm disposable camera (or maybe 3, if CVS had a multi-pack sale!).

Kevin’s FansView website was THE cosplay/cons site. He updated multiple times throughout the event, 2 or 3 times each day! There weren’t just photos of “hot people”, he tirelessly took photos of regular attendees, cosplayers of various ages and skill levels, guest & panel highlights…. If you weren’t lucky enough to be at the convention itself, seeing all his photos was the next best thing! In a few years we’d have con report galleries on Cosplay.com, Geocities and LinusLam …. but all these were _after the fact_, not during. Not quite the same, ya know?)

Even my mom knew his website, and during cons I’d call home during the weekend and she would excitedly tell me she was just on Kevin’s site and saw my photo!

Like, seriously…. we’d joke a con wasn’t a con until you either a) saw House of Anime truck in the parking lot, or b) ran into Mr Lillard.

Over the years there’s been all sorts of amazing run-ins with him. He would always make some jokes, and go above and beyond helping a fellow nerd – like the time my brand~new digital camera (in 2000! quite the expense!) suddenly died (6 AA batteries the monster ate) and he kindly tried to help me with both fresh batteries and advice, and when it looked like the camera wasn’t coming back he straight up took out his FILM CAMERA (again, this man was a pro! He always had a backup) and took photos of my cosplay and friends’, and handed me the finished roll

OR that other time my memory card was already full within literally first few hours of the convention (circa 2000, CompactFlash. Gigs? ha! Your PC might have 2 gigs hard drive and be a luxury. Memory cards ran in the Megabites) and this SAINT of a man helped by using HIS LAPTOP to let me clear out the card, email the zip file to myself then and there, and thus have memory space to take another 30~40 photos

or this Other OTHER time we were talking about shitty hotel hallway lights… And asked if he would mind popping with us outside real quick? He took the time to go! Outdoors into the sunshine! On the lawns by the hotel for a good 30 minutes! Thus giving us our first ‘proper’ cosplay photoshoot no less!! (freakin 2001, people!! pro~photoshoots or sheduling time-slots with an online-famous photog was not a thing. Not yet, not for another few years)

He made all us awkward weebs feel welcome from the get~go! Nobody had internet once left the house. No cellphones. Especially not a phone that could double as a hi-res camera. You came to the convention with a cheap disposable film camera, or none at all – hoping your friends brought one. Conventions didn’t have photo suites, no staff photogs… it was not a thing yet.

The other joke used to be “oh you’re at so-and-so con? Did you run into Kevin yet??” or “no no no, don’t change yet! We need to find Kevin!! You must be documented” (and if you had insane luck, you may even see that photo as convention cosplay coverage in an issue of Animerica months later!) For some of us, the only photos of those early costumes only exist because Kevin was there to take it.

#cosplayhistory

#cosplay #cosplay history

[mostlymaudlin]

okay. can neil sing? can any of the foxes sing? thoughts pleSe

okay i am not very good at Music stuff beyond just liking it, so i had to consult with my more musical friends @sillyunicorn and @starwarned ...i have a more informed opinion now. and im going to express it thru narrative, bc im me:

hold on to that feelin'

andreil, rated t, 1k

it’s been almost ten years since the palmetto state foxes won the ncaa championships and changed the world of exy. 

neil knew there would be things that would happen — sports fans love an anniversary. but he thought maybe they’d do a ceremony back in palmetto, or a magazine write-up or something.

he had not expected a film studio to want to make a whole documentary on the subject. he had not expected to learn this news on a call with ichirou, who had told him in no uncertain terms that neil would agree to do the film, and that he would be as personable and camera-friendly as he could muster. 

neil had especially not expected the filming to involve… karaoke. 

it’s one of several excursions the crew has taken the old team on this weekend. the film will include interviews and old footage, but it will also be interspersed with clips of the team “hanging out.”

“the bond you all created is part of the narrative of your win,” the director told them. “we want to capture the fact that you were the first team of foxes that actually got along.”

no one corrects this narrative. the documentary is going to be the hollywood version of neil’s freshman year. it’s going to be sunshine and rainbows and campfires and bumper cars and, apparently karaoke.

“i’ve never done this before,” neil says, holding the microphone awkwardly. 

“andrew!” nicky chides. “you’re the one responsible for giving him Real Boy lessons — how could you have deprived him of karaoke?”

andrew is lounging on one of the sofas in the small room they’re all crowded into, scrolling through the song selection to pick something for neil.  “yes, because karaoke is something i obviously consider essential to the human experience."

“raise your hand if you’ve done karaoke before,” allison says. she’d gone first, singing a show tune that drew complaints from half the room in a booming, enthusiastic voice. everyone except neil and kevin lifts a palm — including a reluctant andrew. “okay, yes, this makes sense. kevin, you’re next.”

andrew stops scrolling. “you know this one,” he tells neil. “just follow the lyrics on the screen.”

the title and artist flash up on the screen, but neil doesn’t recognize them. he slides andrew a look, but andrew only gestures impatiently back to the screen. 

just a small town girl

livin’ in a lonely word

“oh,” neil says, finally recognizing the song despite the instrumental version playing. “i do know this.”

“then sing it!” dan says. 

“just a city boy, born and raised in south detroit…”

neil sings. he can’t remember if he’s ever tried before, and he’s not sure if it’s going as intended. a couple of foxes laugh, and he’s self-aware to know that’s probably a bad sign. but whatever. how many of them made the us court? neil knows what he’s good at. and he’s done enough terrible commercial acting gigs to appease ichirou that he doesn’t much care about how bad he is at this type of shit. 

the others join in for the chorus and carry him through to the end. the cameras are rolling, and neil can admit that he’s kind of having fun. he is killing this camera-friendly thing. he is definitely not going to get a knife to the gut this time around. 

when he’s done, he turns back to the room. it’s quiet for a second, and then allison cackles so hard that she nearly falls off her stool. nicky and matt join in immediately. dan stands to give neil a hug, but she’s laughing too. renee hides her smile behind her hand.

“yeah, yeah,” neil says, waving them all off. he holds the mic out. “kevin, your turn.” 

kevin puts on an air of confidence when he struts up to the makeshift stage. he chooses a song by the black-eyed peas, and his stance is rigid and determined as the music starts.

“i think i know this one too,” neil whispers to andrew once he sits down in the narrow space between him and matt. andrew knocks his elbow into neil’s side, shushing him.

hmmm. kevin doesn’t sound quite like the song that neil’s heard on the radio. he turns around once he’s done, glaring at the room, daring them to react. they do, anyway. 

“there, i did it,” kevin says, dropping the mic to the floor and stomping off.

renee mostly sounds like she’s talking when she sings "hallelujah," but she smiles through the whole thing, so there’s less ridicule involved. matt and nicky give and energetic duet on a shania twain song that neil has heard each of them singing in the shower at different points before, and alison says it makes her ears bleed. aaron earns a surprised slow clap after singing “someone like you” by adele — “a doctor who played exy and can SING… maybe katelyn isn’t settling after all,” nicky comments. dan goes all out for a whitney houston song. 

“are you going to go?” neil asks andrew when nicky takes the stage for a second time. 

“absolutely not,” andrew murmurs, eyes on his cousin. neil huffs a laugh, but settles against andrew’s side to watch the rest of the madness.

later, when neil and andrew are back at the hotel, neil crawls across the bed to where andrew is sitting. andrew pulls neil in by the collar of his shirt for a kiss.

“aaron can sing,” neil says against andrew’s mouth. 

andrew shoves him back, making a face. “and?”

“is it genetic?”

“i don’t know.”

“hmmm,” neil says, flopping onto his back beside andrew. “i’ve never heard you sing. i’m curious now.”

“that’s because i don’t sing,” andrew says. 

neil sighs, knowing a dead end when he sees one. “fine.”

he gets up to get ready for bed, and then nearly dozes off when andrew takes his turn in the bathroom. he blinks a few times when andrew crowds against neil’s back, pressing kisses to the side of neil’s neck. neil is nearly asleep again when andrew’s voice pulls him back, soft and slow:

“blackbird singing in the dead of night

take these broken wings and learn to fly…”

neil doesn’t really know what constitutes as good or bad. but he knows that he likes the sound of andrew’s voice. he wraps his fingers around andrew’s wrist where is lays on him stomach, and andrew goes quiet again.

“keep going?” neil requests, voice only a whisper.

andrew heaves a sigh. 

“all your life,

you were only waiting for this moment to arise…”

#my writing #i love to make them do ridiculous things #aftg #aftg fic #andreil

[felicitysmoaksx]

talking about their future in their last moments knowing they’ll never get out alive

Kim Burgess and Jay Halstead

Thanks so much for the prompt. Hope you enjoy what I do with it.

“I came back to work too soon.” It wasn’t important now and it wasn’t what Kim meant to say looking at her baby daddy. But it's what came out all slurred because of her split lip. Jay himself probably had a broken nose and a busted lip too from the way he kept spitting blood every few minutes 

“You didn’t, Kim.” He shook his head, but Kim was past hearing him as she shook her head and said, “Maybe I shouldn’t have come back in the first place. I mean we talked about that.” 

“Kim, that wasn’t an option for you, remember? Because you love your job.” Jay tried to keep his voice calm when he heard the doubt in hers. He shifted closer to her, hiding a wince when the movement jostled his shoulders that he knew popped out of its socket. 

“I shouldn’t have come back at all,” Kim repeated, shaking her head. She turned her head to look at her baby daddy and found him closer than before, “Jay, what if we  left our daughter by herself in this world because I wanted to go back to work, instead of staying home and raising her?”

“Kim, this wasn’t on just you. We had Penny together, and I could’ve stayed home and raised her too. But we both chose to come back to work. Together.” Despite what their words implied, they weren’t dating. But they made these decisions together for their shared baby.

“What if we don’t make it out of here?”

It was like all the air had sucked out of the room. The elephant had officially sat down. Jay grabbed Kim’s hand with his good one and squeezed. “We’ll make it out of here. The team will find us.” 

“But what if we don’t?” 

“Then someone: Hailey, Adam, Kevin, Voight, or Platt will call Will and Nat. She’ll go with them. We’ve gone over the plan numerous times. Remember?”A plan they made but hoped and prayed would never come to pass. But a plan they made all the same because they knew in their line of work, bad things happened. 

He pressed a kiss to her forehead. The same way he had when Penny was born. “But we’re making it out of this because the team will find us. If anything, Will and Natalie will be babysitting for a few hours while we get checked out at Med.”

#one chicago #chicago pd #burgstead #Kim Burgess #Jay Halstead #my writing #felicitysmoaksx 2023 advent writing challenge

[pascaloverx]

Hit The Road

Chapter Eleven

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Summary: You are a hunter of supernatural beings who is forced to experience a new reality: being a vampire. The only thing stronger than your thirst for blood is your thirst for revenge.

Author's note: the characters mentioned here were created by Kevin Williamson and Julie Plec, based on the book series of the same name by author L. J. Smith. They don't belong to me. That said, this fanfic will be short. This fanfic may address scenes of violence, inappropriate language and adult content. Minors should not interact with this story. Also some information here is not in the order of the series or the same way it happened in the tv series. I'm changing some things to fit the fanfic story. Hope you like it!

So much time without remembering anything made your perception of what is real or not become strange. You slept with the man who killed you, almost died for the man you almost killed, and are being hunted by the clan you called family. You spend the whole way back to the Salvatore mansion thinking about it. You knock on the door waiting for someone to open it for you. You're ready to reveal that you finally know everything. Or almost so.

"Y/N, Stefan and Damon left to look for you an hour or so ago. Are you okay?" Elena is in front of me, relieved to see me. To think that she is almost a stranger. Even so she is happy to see you.

"Thanks for your concern, I just needed some time. The fresh air is good, right?" You speak softly trying to be gentle with her.

"Want to keep me company? I'm putting some of my stuff in Damon's room." This sentence pierces you like a sharp needle.

“Are you two…” You can’t get the word out that you want to say, maybe you’re in denial.

"We're giving each other a chance. I know it can't be easy knowing that knowing you and him had a past." Does she notice that talking about it casually doesn't it make it easier?

"The past is the past. I actually came to get my things. I'm going back to where I never should have left." You speak directly and then head towards the guest room where your things are. Some memories start to come back to you about how your history with the Salvatores was repeating itself. You came to kill one of them and ended up falling in love even without your memories. Before you get sentimental, you put everything you own back into the backpack you brought. Then you go towards the front door of the house, coming face to face with Stefan.

"Going somewhere?" Stefan asks curiously as he notices that you have all your things with you.

"My time as a guest here is up. It was good while it lasted but I think it's best to leave." You say, avoiding looking at him. You don't want to talk about your memories coming back so you think it's better not to mention anything about it.

"What's going on? Why this change all of a sudden?" He looks at you with that same sweet look you once fell in love with. But now when he approaches, you fear relive the pain of death. So when Stefan tried to touch you, you jumped back.

"It turns out I don't belong here, I don't want to be a nuisance. So I'm leaving." You say, passing with your things next to Stefan, towards the exit of the mansion.

"You remembered, didn't you?" Stefan asks holding the door as you are leaving.

"Stefan, I need to go. It's what's best for all of us." You say facing him, from a safe distance. As much as you want to get closer, you can't.

"It won't be the best for me. Being away from you would never be pleasant for me." Stefan says honestly, you feel a little nervous. As much as your heart wants to go to him, your mind doesn't allows.

"Live with it. You had a life before me and you'll have one after I'm not here." Being rude might help him get away from you. Right now you feel a little like Damon.

"I can't force you to stay but I need you to know that I want you here. With us." He speaks as if he silently accepts the fact that you also have a relationship with Damon.

"It wasn't our destiny to be together. Neither of us." You see Stefan get a little teary. So you drop your backpack on the floor and walk towards him. Your fingers wipe away his tears and you kiss him. A goodbye kiss. You know you won't see him again. So you kiss him with all your willpower. His arms hold your waist tightly, and you allow yourself to lose yourself in his arms. But the memory of him killing you came to your mind which made you push Stefan away.

"I'll miss you." Stefan says as soon as you walk away. You don't turn back, you move forward without even thinking twice. The path to the cabin is quick given the fact that you are a vampire now. But you didn't expect to get there and see Damon at the entrance.

"So you remembered everything?" Damon says as you approach, trying to enter the cabin without success.

"Get out of here, Damon. You should be with your girlfriend and not here." You speak aggressively, maybe it's jealousy or just a normal reaction to Damon's presence.

"I didn't think you'd come back. I thought it was better if you didn't remember things." He's trying to justify not telling me about my own history sooner.

"Fuck you. Fuck your lame excuse for hiding things from me. If you think me remembering something will make me like you again. You're confusing me with some doppelganger." He seems to have confirmed that you are back to being the same as before. His scoundrel smile is so familiar to you.

"I wish I could kiss you right now." He doesn't seem to take you seriously as he smiles.

"And ruin your chances with Elena? Never. You think you're a man above all else but you're nothing more than a boy who likes to have his whims fulfilled." You point your finger in the middle of Damon's chest. As if accusing him of something.

"If you think that about me, why did you fall in love with me? Why, even with no memory, did you come after me?" He approaches you, looking at you as if he was about to kiss you.

To be continued...

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Heart Strings

Pairing: Damian Priest x female!Reader

Word Count: 7,073 (talk about a comeback lmao)

so @kalliravenne challenged me to write an incubus!D. Priest fic with hints of darkness and dream fuckery....and i think/hope i achieved that.....

this is also the first thing that i've written in the past year and a half so it's bound to be a bit more than rusty but regardless, i hope you enjoy it!!! much love <3

(also this was supposed to be short but managed to be long as shit with hella filler. so read as you will lmao XD)

For as long as you could remember, the club you worked at was always packed, booked, and busy on Halloween nights. How could it not be? A decent enough drink at a less-than-decent establishment with a pretty bad good chance of going home with someone you’ll forget in the next twenty-four hours? What could be better this time of year?

The line already started to curve around the block, with girlfriends dragging along their boyfriends, girl friends having a fun night out with their girl friends, and lonely twenty-somethings just wanting to get their rocks off. You rolled your eyes at the sight as you slipped through the “employee’s only” entrance and dropped your bag inside your locker in the backroom lounge. 

The place was damp, the neon lights were shitty, the bar was sticky with gum and drinks you couldn’t quite scrub out, and the walls were covered in graffiti and scrawled-on phone numbers and who knows what else…but you couldn’t help but smile as you filed in behind your coworkers because it was home, your home for the past few years.

“Hey!” one of your coworkers yelled from across the room, calling your name and rushing towards you in a cloud of gold and glitter. “Where’s your costume? Kevin wanted all of us to get into the holiday spirit tonight.”

You dropped your bag into your locker before reaching inside and pulling out a plastic bag. As much as you loved your boss for tolerating you all these years and keeping you hired, he always had a flare for dramatics that was incredibly extra. He had texted every one of your coworkers that you were required to dress up for tonight’s holiday festivities and then proceeded to - at least, to your knowledge - doused the insides of the club with so many cheap Halloween decorations that you’re sure he ran the local party store fresh out of their stock for the next year.

“I know, Cynthia,” you told her, pulling out a small wire halo and angel wings covered in white and silver feathers. “Can’t you tell what I’m gonna be?” You plastered on a smile and gestured down to your all-white party dress and heels.

“You never wear all white, though…” She gasped. “Are you an angel?”

“Exactly, and you are…?”

“Cleopatra, silly!” she smiled, giving you a twirl, the glitter adorning her bodice and skin spreading everywhere. “I’m gonna be by the door handing out flyers and stuff for the dance competition later, so I gotta look cute and eye-catching somehow.”

Cynth gave you a wink before rushing back off to finish her makeup, her beaded headpiece clacking away and making you smile softly before you slipped on your own accessories over your “costume”. The heels you wore were just for show, after all, just for showing Kevin that you actually tried to put some effort in for tonight.

“Fucking hell,” you muttered, forcing a smile onto your face as you stumbled your way past your coworkers and through the back of the club, finally pulling back the curtain that lead into the main dancefloor.

The swirling neon spotlights damn near blinded you when you emerged, the DJ already setting up hisetlist for the night as mini pumpkin, ghost and other Halloween confettis absolutely littered the floor. There was orange and black confetti coming down from the ceiling, giant bat stickers on the walls, orange and green glowsticks linen the floors….there were even Halloween themed condoms in a cup by the bathrooms in case there were any rowdy couples who can’t keep it in their pants.

Kev really went all out this year, huh, but guess who has to clean all of this up later tonight, you thought to yourself, silently cursing your boss before taking your place behind the bar and pulling out the foam slides you always hid below the glasses, immediately slipping off your heels and sliding them on with a sigh of relief.

You always leave your space tidy and well-kept despite how crappy it may look at first glance; you always kept your glasses cleaned, your multiple bar towels ready for the multiple accidents that always seem to happen on the other side, your tumblers are always together and you always restock your various liquors weekly. It’s your home away from home, your place to control and dictate.

You were cleaning off some glasses nearby with one of your bar towels, trying to shoulder one side of your angel wings back onto place when the music really started to kick up, the bass hitting you all the way in the back just as the front doors opened and the flood of people started filling the space.

In a matter of minutes, both the main dancefloor and the smaller second floor were full of eager partygoers looking for a good time, the air around the bar already feeling hot and stuffy from the bodies packed against each other.

Speaking of, the bar was packed with people looking forward to their first drink out of many of the night, each person and group shouting off what drinks, cocktails and mocktails they wanted off the Halloween menu Kev had you create and memorize the week prior.

But you’ve always loved a challenge, and tonight proved no different.

You never knew what kind of people you were going to get as you threw your bar towel over your shoulder and began taking orders, jotting them down with the person’s description on the small notepad you kept in the side cabinet. Some nights it was mainly loners, drifters who couldn’t quite find their crowd, sometimes it was scared twenty-one year-olds getting dragged along with their older friends as they threw literally every high-alcohol content drink that you had down their throats, and other times it was creeps who couldn’t quite keep their eyes in their heads and their hands to themselves.

But something deep within your mind told you otherwise; it told you that tonight would be…different. Something told you that tonight would finally make you feel something.

Yeah, right, you scoffed, reaching for your glasses and getting ready for the long night ahead. Like that’ll ever happen.

He’s eyeing you again, you could tell.

Even with your back to him as you reached for the top-shelf bourbon, you could tell.

The same shiver is rolling up your spine just like it had the previous three times beforehand since he entered the club. Your pulse thrummed loudly in your veins, mostly because of the cheesy dubstep flowing from the Dj’s speakers but partly because of….him.

You had dubbed him Mister Tall, Dark, and…Tall. One, due to the very clear foot he had over you in height - you could tell even from all the way across the room and through a sea of people - and two, because of his costume…or lack thereof, to be precise.

He was dressed in all black from what you could see, save for the plastic red devil horns one of your coworkers was giving out to people who were looking “a little less than festive”, in their words. The various rings and chains that adorned his fingers, his jacket, the chain that dipped down below his clavicle, all the way down those long legs to his boots glinted as the club lights danced over him.

His hair was long, slicked back into a low ponytail with the sides shaved and from what you could see from your position, your eyes trailed up his chest and neck at the various tattoos that lied there.

You don’t remember him coming down to the bar for a drink but he was nursing one anyway, one leg hitched up on the wall behind him as he leaned back and took a sip, that blank expression of his never changing throughout the whole night.

There was always someone at his side trying to chat him up, though. Some lonely guy or girl saddling up next to him, lightly dragging their finger over his slightly exposed chest and leaning against his arm before whispering something in his ear - probably about how they should just get out of here and rock his world in the alley behind the club.

And every single time, they would leave disappointed with their tail tucked between their legs and pouted lips, the dark sunglasses he wore never shifting from his face as he waved them off his shoulder.

In another life, maybe you would be one of them; eager to get a taste, only to be rejected and come to the bar to drown your sorrows in booze…but not tonight.

Despite his eyes being covered, you could feel the weight of his stare drawing over your figure; over your shoulders, your chests, your waist and stomach, over the curve of your ass and your thighs whenever you would turn around to get something on the shelves behind you.

And what’s worse, Mister Tall, Dark, and Tall over there had an aura, a vibe around him that made you feel.

And you haven’t felt for anyone in who-knows-how-long.

Feeling for people doesn’t last with you, not after the last time….

You looked down and began wiping away the various spills and forgotten napkins people had left on the bar, feeling his gaze grow stronger and stronger by the second. You felt exposed in a way, almost as though he was sizing you up for some reason.

It was only for a second but you had reached under the bar to grab a fresh towel, and as soon as you reemerged…he was there, leaning against your bar with one hand around his glass and the other reaching into his jacket pocket for something.

And, to be frank, it scared the shit out of you.

“Jesus, fuck!” you yelled, damn near smashing your foot against the leg of the stool you have behind the bar when you jumped back, causing him to slowly turn around to face you. “You damn near gave me a fucking heart attack.”

“My bad,” he apologized, placing his now empty glass on the bar in front of him. “Didn’t mean to startle you.” You were right; he was tall as hell, towering a foot or so above you with an aura strong enough to nearly plant you on your ass again.

And, holy fuck, his voice. Erotic audios don’t have shit on the deep timber this guy’s voice has, the brief words he spoke to you rolling over your body like the world’s best weighted blanket and keeping you rooted to him as such.

You placed your hand over your chest, willing your heartbeat to go down as you threw the fresh bar towel over your shoulder, letting out a breath. “You can’t just sneak up on people like that, you know.”

He shrugs. “That’s just how I am, angel. Gotta keep the mystery up somehow.”

“Angel?”

He gestured to your now crooked halo and the fluffy wings at your back, a smirk gracing his lips. “A fitting nickname for a woman cute enough to be one in the flesh.”

“Smooth,” you replied, reaching over to pull his glass closer to you, turning around to face the wall of liquor behind you. “What’s your poison, then? How can this angel bless you tonight?”

You couldn’t tell, but a darkness glazed over his eyes when you said that, making him bite his lip and eye you up and down. “Two fingers of wihskey for me, please. Fireball, if you have it.”

Now, that surprised you. “Fireball? Straight? You drink that stuff?” You shuddered. You and the fiery cinnamon whisky were never truly friends, and you never really pulled it off the shelf unless another brave soul wandered up to you looking for a challenge.

“Deep within the pain of the burn lies the pleasure hidden underneath,” he responded, watching as you grab the bottle and pour him what he asked for.

You scoffed. “Okay, Romeo.”

A moment of silence passed between you two after he thanked you for his drink, lifting the glass to his lips until his other hand found what he was looking for. “You know we don’t allow those things in here, right?” you shouted at him over the music, reaching over the bar to tap his shoulder and pointing at the two items he had pulled out of his jacket: a small pack of cigarettes and a lighter.

He smiled at you, putting his drink down and proceeding to light it anyway, the small flame reflecting in his shades and seeming to almost challenge you to do something about it. “What’s life without a little danger, angel?”

“What’s danger without a little caution to go with it?”

“Why believe in caution when you could just throw it to the wind?”

You paused, your gaze trapped in his as he cleverly blew smoke from his mouth, holding your gaze and smiling again before placing the cigarette back between his lips. “Touché, mysterious man at my bar. You got a point there.” Another second passed before you spoke again. “Tell me, o’ great purveyor of danger and mystery, what’s your name?”

He turned his head off to the side to look through one of the club’s circular windows, the moon glinting in his sunglasses as he pondered your question before turning back to you with a smile. “Damian,” he told you, the depth in his voice rumbling the base of your spine as he spoke. His hand reached for yours, taking it within his larger one as he plucked the cigarette from his lips and leaned down to kiss the back of your hand.

And his lips….fucking hell, were they supposed to be that soft? He tilted his head up in your direction, smirking with that beautiful face of his before standing back up. “At your service, angel. And what might your name be?”

You breathlessly gave it to him, the place where he had laid his lips upon your hand tingling with…something you couldn’t quite name. Was it fear? Anticipation? Something more? You couldn’t quite tell.

What you could tell, however, was that this guy - Damian - was…interesting. He gave off a vibe that you couldn’t really describe as he continued to smoke his cigarette, cleverly blowing smoke from his nose once he caught you staring at him again. And the spot on your hand where he kissed you seemed to pulse and beat with a life of its own, him looking on curiously when you ran your fingertips over it.

You poured yourself a drink as well in the meantime - your favorite: tequila with ice and a slice of lime - and nursed the small shot glass in your hands, Damian taking note and raising his own.

“Hmm? What for?”

“For whatever,” he chuckled, his voice suddenly seeming to drown out the energy surrounding you both. “Whatever you wish tonight to be, and for however long you wish to spend it with me.”

It took everything within you not to roll your eyes but you clinked glasses with him anyway, downing your shot and already reaching for another.

“This should be interesting…”

You don’t know how exactly how long it’s been but the two of you spent the rest of the night together as you worked, talking and casually drinking and chatting as though you had known him for years before this very moment.

A small pile of Damian’s cigarettes laid on a bar napkin in front of you as the conversation between you flowed easier than you had thought it would, with him asking you questions about your life with you, in turn, asking him to regale you with the tales of his many travels.

“So, you’re telling me that a dude that small did that much damage to your nose?” you asked, chuckling along with him as you poured him another round.

He laughed, the smell of cinnamon whiskey flowing from his mouth and to your nose. “Absolutely. Damn near turned my nose into powdered sugar with the force of that kick. Luckily, it didn’t do as much damage as I thought it would. At least, I hope it didn’t.”

“Yeah, your face looks absolutely horrendous right now. The Wicked Witch of the West called, she said she wants her nose back.”

“Ouch, that’s cold of you, angel,” he laughed with a smile, raising his glass to you and downing his drink in one go once again. “But I must say, I would make a beautiful witch.”

“That you would, Damian, that you fucking would.” Your cheeks hurt from all the smiling, the entire club and its atmosphere seeming to fade out into the background as he started to continue his story. And as he spoke, you felt that same feeling flood your veins, the hairs on your arms standing straight and your posture beginning to relax a lot more.

You can’t remember the last time you felt like…like this before, let alone working one of the busiest nights of the year. You felt content, almost. Better than you have in years being this close to someone of the opposite sex.

You felt happy.

You were jotting down another order when you felt his hand on your wrist, large and warm and surprisingly soft. When you looked up, there he was just a few inches away from you, your own startled expression being reflected back at you through his shades.

“I have an idea…” he started, his gaze seeming to ignite something within you as your heart began to race. “Let’s…get out of here. I wanna show you something.” The way he spoke to you felt…different. You knew he was trying to get into your metaphorical pants - that much was obvious - but his tone sounded…darker. More lustful dangerous than creepy dangerous.

You could practically see the mischief in his eyes, the mix of cinnamon and whiskey combined with the leftover cigarette smoke and his overall presence practically making you drunk off that alone. He was pulling you in again, the world spinning to a halt and fading away again for what felt like an eternity. In this moment, there was no music, no bright and annoying neon club lights, no drunk partygoers sloshing their way up to you and asking for another round, no coworkers hounding you to be more enthusiastic….there was none of that.

All there was around you, over you, covering you was Damian.

His voice in your ears, his scent in your nose, his eyes on you, the feeling of his hand on your skin as he gently caressed it and traced shapes over the inside of your wrist. His voice dripped over you like fresh honey, equal parts sticky sweet and just as addicting. You didn’t even notice yourself begin to lean forward into his touch, your lips just barely brushing his….

They were just as soft as you thought they were, a voice in the back of your mind said quietly before you felt like you were yanked into an ice cold lake, your eyes shooting open as you jumped back and yanked your arm from his grasp.

Your actions startled Damian as well, the taller man slowly pulling his hand back with raised brows, looking just as shocked as you were. But he quickly gained control, leaning one arm on the bar before asking, “You alright there, angel? Did I scare you or something?”

“I…” you started, unsure of exactly what just happened. “No, no you didn’t. And as for your question…”

You reached behind you to grab a clean pint glass to fill it before handing the beer to the guy sitting next to him, taking his payment before tapping Damian’s nose with the tip of your finger. “You’re gonna have to try a lot harder than getting me liquor-ed up and loose lipped to get me into your bed.”

“Oh, playing hard to get, I see?”

“I just wanna see what I’m working with here. Who knows, you might really be a demon in disguise,” you teased, matching his smirk before refilling your own drink. “But, as a great man once told me, what’s life without a little danger?”

His smile grew wide and he laughed as you raised your glass to his, the two of you cheering and taking a drink together.

The night seemed to pass by in the blink of an eye after that, you willingly choosing to ignore the waring feelings that still lingered within you as you talked. One moment, you were being drawn into Damian, into his words and his stories and the heated gaze you felt beneath those shades that hid his eyes too well and the next, you were being rapidly yanked back into reality, fumbling with the glass and bar towel in your hand as you rushed to cater to your bar patrons.

It was almost like a game to him, seeing you this frazzled and off your game as you shifted between relaxing while talking to him and whipping up cocktails and a show for the various clubbers who were willing to stitch around and watch. You wish you could tell what he was thinking when you looked back over at him, finishing your mini-show to a small round of applause before finally sitting down to take a break.

The night was finally beginning to slow down now as the clock tolled midnight, the seas of clubbers drunkenly and exhaustingly making themselves scarce as they began to file out the front door and your coworkers started to clean up the mess of decorations, cups, drinks, food and whatever else that littered the floors.

“Hey, Damian,” you said all of a sudden, cleaning off the last glass of the night before sitting back on your stool, “tonight was fun, really fun, but I gotta start heading home soon. It’s getting late and duty calls for the extra morning shift.”

His shoulder seemed to sag when you told him that, facing you and leaning his hands on the bar. He watched you in silence as you slipped of your foam slides and put your heels back on, shimmying your way out from behind the bar and almost falling flat on your face in the process.

“Whoa, there, angel! Relax, the night’s not going anywhere.”

Where you had expected to feel hardwood meeting your nose and smashing it to bits like in Damian’s story, you instead felt…nothing? All except a warm feeling around your waist as he lifted you from your potential fall and stabilized your footing. His hands felt…nice on your body, almost like they were meant to be there…

“And besides, you are in no shape to go all the way home like this, especially in those.” He gestured down to your shoes, your near-fall proving his point exactly correct.

“So, why don’t I walk you home tonight? I can play savior in case you trip and try to hurt yourself again.”

You playfully slap his shoulder before moving out of his hold, the area where his hands were now feeling ice cold without his warmth. “I thought I was the angel here.”

“Just this once is all I ask, as a thank you for the constant flow of alcohol into my system and the wonderful conversation. Then, the title is all yours.”

You can tell that he winked at you through his shade and it made you smile, telling him to wait outside by the entrance so you can go get your things real quick.

A quick trip to the backroom lounge later and Damian was still by the front door, your angel wings being held by their straps in one of your hands and the other holding your bag, hands in his packers as he gazed up at the night sky. “You ready to go, angel?”

You nodded, shifting your bag onto your shoulder as he pushes himself off the wall and makes his way over to you. “Well, then, lead the way.”

With a light smile on your face, the two of you start off in the direction of your apartment, your heart beginning to beat wildly in your chest for some reason as the club began to grow smaller and smaller in size behind you.

You both walked in a relative - albeit comfortable - silence, 

“Hey, can I ask you a question?”

“Shoot, angel.”

“You haven’t taken off your sunglasses the whole night,” you start, standing in front of him with your arms crossed as your feathered wings dangled in the wind. “Why? Are you, like, missing an eye or something? Are they tattooed? Are you a vampire, perhaps?”

Damian smiled. “No, hell no, and I wish I was, angel. I’m just not a fan of the bright neon club scene. The light of it all kinda hurts my eyes. But, if you’re asking to see them, well…”

He moved his hands towards his shades, slid them off his face and…

…holy fuck, his eyes were gorgeous. Warm pools of deep brown stared back at you with just the lightest flecks of gold sprinkled into them. You could see why people couldn’t get their hands away from him before he came to the bar because damn. Those eyes mixed with that voice and that face….your heart and your core began to beat in unison, your thighs clenching together slightly before you paused.

“Well, then…”

“Cat got your tongue, angel? The night’s just getting started,” he said, folding them away and putting them in the pocket of his jacket.

“For you, maybe,” you mumbled, crossing your arms before smiling at him. “Unlike you, I’m not a sexy drifter with a deep voice and nice tattoos looking for another new adventure.”

Damian gasped playfully. “You think I’m sexy?”

“That’s not the point you’re supposed to be focusing on here.”

He laughed - god, his laugh was like molasses, flowing through and over you all deep and dark and all things rich - and your heart sung a merry tune, the corners of his eyes crinkling and making you want to stick your fingers in the small dimples that made themselves known in his cheeks.

“It’s such a shame, really,” you told him, trying your best to keep in step with his long strides, “that more people don’t get the chance to see those lovely eyes of yours. If you weren’t the drifter you are, you’d make a killing as a model.”

“What kind of model?” he questioned, raising his brows and wiggling them at you.

“Ha-ha, Damian.” You tried your best not to get flustered by him and his voice again but with how he’s looking at you, his hand slowly snaking around your waist and pulling you close to his warmer frame just as the wind passed by you…how could you not be?

He even slowed down his walk for you, keeping you as close to himself as possibly to avoid you tripping over anything in your heels.

“What if I step on your feet?” you asked, your entire body practically fitting perfectly underneath his arm.

“So you do care about me, angel.” You rolled your eyes in response. “But, you don’t have to worry about me like that. I’ve dealt with a lot worse than getting stepped on with some heels.”

You don’t know why, but that made you laugh. You’ve laughed a lot tonight, a lot more than you have before…and it’s all because of him. You should feel weird about that - and a part of you does - but the others just don’t, for some reason.

“Good night, angel. Sleep well for me, okay?”

“Yes, dad,” you groaned playfully, not noticing the spark you lit dancing in his eyes. The way he watched you as you moved up the steps of your building and towards the front entrance made you shiver like back at the club, almost as if he was undressing you with his eyes.

“Good night, Damian. I guess I’ll see you arounf, then?”

He nodded, taking a hand out of his pants pocket and waving to just as you did him before turning on his heel and striding away in the opposite direction you both came from.

As soon as you made it inside, you briefly checked your phone, pulling it out to send him a “thank you” text for the interesting night when…

You don’t have his number, do you?

Shit.

“Hold on, Damian! Wait! I forgot to give you my-”

But he was long gone by the time you ran back to the door, seeming to vanish into thin air in a matter of mere moments.

“Damn it,” you cursed, mentally slapping yourself over forgetting something like that. But that same voice from earlier, the one inside you tells you that you’ll meet him again, you’ll meet him soon.

I hope so, you thought, grateful that your apartment was on the first floor of your building before unlocking your door and slipping your feet out of those godforsaken heels. Locking the front door, you tossed your bag onto the sofa and quickly rushed to your room, ridding yourself of your tight dress and “costume” accessories in a trail behind you.

You dug around your closet before throwing on a light shirt and shorts for bed, yawning loudly once you finally got comfortable enough to flop face first onto your bed.

And with that, your night was over, Damian’s velvet voice faintly carrying you to sleep with a tired smile on your face.

You opened your eyes to a room of black and deep grey with deep violet, almost black lace curtains adorning the large poster bed you were currently laying on and draping towards the floor. You tried to move your arms but felt resistance, looking up to see your wrists shackled to the head of the bed in white fluffy handcuffs.

The cheap halo and wings you had worn the night before were still on you, and a quick look down at the rest of you proved that those were the only things that you were wearing.

But for some reason, you felt…fine…with that. More than content with that, even. In fact, you liked it, the space between your thighs growing hotter by the second as the curtains at the foot ofthe bed parted to reveal…Damian?

“There you are, angel,” he murmurs, the tone of his voice going straight to your core and making you whimper. “I was worried you were lost there for a second.”

He pushed his hair back with one hand - wait, when did he let his hair down?! - and straddled your trembling body, running his hands over your your thighs and up to your waist. He was shirtless, those tattoos you only got a small glimpse of the night before on full display now for your eyes, which were just as hungry and wanting as his.

Yours trailed up his arms and over his shoulders, down his collarbone and over his chest, down and down until your gaze rested on the tent in his pants as he round his cock against your aching folds.

You rattled the cuffs at your wrists as his hands began to roam, moaning when you felt his lips press against your ear. “I’m feeling a bit…hungry, right now. May I indulge in you?”

He didn’t even have to say much; he’s only asking you a fucking question and yet….

And yet…here you were, your entire body vibrating fast enough to generate its own heat shield as his lips trailed over your ear, across your jaw and up your face until they just barely grazed your lips. It wasn’t you that responded to him but it was you, in a sense, your own lips parting to answer his question.

“Yes, yes please-”

His chuckle made you feel warm all over, his velvet tone running fron the top of your head to the tip of your toes. “Thank you, my angel.” His voice was as soft as the sheets you laid upon, lis lips parting ways from yours and beginning their descent downwards.

Your neck felt the light touch of his lips before you gasped, your back arching whe you felt his teeth sink into the soft flesh. Damian’s hands gripped you waist and held you tight, marking every patch of skin his bite could reach. You could already see them now; the bruises and bites and marks this man has left on your flesh, detailing every single time he took you and make you his and his alone…

Your neck burned from the markings he left on you, the man pulling back slightly to access his work with a dark smile. But he wanted more of you, the deep hunger rolling within his soul craving every last drop of desire he could possibly wring from you.

From your neck he continued his journey downwards, leaving similar bite marks around your collarbone and the tops of your breasts. Damian cupped them in his hands, rolling your nipples and twisting them with his thumb and pointer finger until you let out a groan.

Your cries fed him more than you would ever know, your moans and whines the sweetest of symphonies to his eager ears.

His mouth left a heated trail over your breasts, taking your left nipple into his mouth to work on while he teased the other with his left hand. His free hand, however, began to finish the trail his mouth had started, tracing shapes all the way down until his hand reached your folds.

“You’re so wet, angel,” he groaned, his thumb gently swirling around your clit as hos other hand moved to part your thighs more. “Is this all for me?”

You nodded helplessly at his question, your hips bucking up into his hand as he rubbed your folds. His eyes….his eyes began to shift as his smirk grew, bleeding from their warm brown to a darker brown until finally, nothing more than a deep black the shade of midnight covered both his eyes.

It took you by surprise, the drastic shift in his gaze, latching you to him as he slipped two of his fingers into you. A smaller gasp left your lips when he began to slowly pump them inside of you, curling them briefly before pulling them away from you and licking away the mess you made on his hand.

“You’re so sweet for sweet, angel,” he moaned, the taste of you hot and heavy on his tongue. The darker force inside of him growled happily as he cleaned off the digits and slid them right back inside of you, his teeth seeming to sharpen to little points as his grin began to widen.

“That’s it, relax your body for me. Let me handle all of it,” you heard, your leg being folded against your chest much farther than you’d ever tried to move it yourself. Your thighs began to shake, your core quivering when Damian curled his fingers and his fingertips grazed that sensitive spot that lined your walls.

You hear him mutter, “There we go, there it is,” before plunging the digits deeper within your core, playing you like the finest tuned instrument and pulling noises from you that none of your previous partners ever had.

You didn’t even worry about where you were or who could possibly hear you, nor did you care about the potential logistics of sleeping with someone that you had just met. All that mattered to you in this moment was the exponentially rising crest in your core, that tightly wound spring that was winding itself even tighter.

Your cuffs rattled as you shook in his grip, your heartbeat pulsing and pulling towards Damian as though it was leashed to him, jumping and stopping and moving to his every command and movement. Your eyes began to roll into your skull, pleasure coursing through your veins.

And throughout all of it, Damian and his eyes just watched. They watched and smiled and egged your release on as he drove you closer and closer to that edge.

“Let go for me, my sweet angel”, he whispered in your ear, nails digging into the meat of your thigh as his onyx eyes held you captive. You were his prisoner now, his to toy with and use and wreck until your legs shook and your eyes rolled back into your skull and your mind was nothing more than mush for him to reshape into his perfect, submissive little angel.

“Let go for me. I can feel that you want it, that you crave your release. I need it, I need you.”

He wants more of you. More of your juices, more of your arousal, more of the noises that leave your kiss swollen lips, more of everything. And he will take what he’s due.

Something in your chest tugged and pulled towards him, his thumb going into overdrive around your clit as he fucked you senseless with his fingers, almost as though you were being pulled towards him.

Being pulled deeper and deeper within his eyes, within his aura, within the endless pool of arousal he’s dragged you into…it was all becoming too much, too much for you to bear and keep resisting-

“Cum for me, angel. My angel, all mine. Give me everything you have, everything you are, now-”

You shot up out of bed in a flurry of your own sheets and pillows, limbs flailing and eyes wideshot with the bed below you drenched in as much sweat as you were despite the windows being fully open.

Your skin was hot to the touch and your core was absolutely drenched with your arousal, the mess staining your sleep shorts and your inner thighs as they quaked. Placing a hand to your chest, you felt something tug at your innermost heartstrings, making you gasp and seemingly rise further out of your bed.

Lust ran through your body like lava fresh from a volcano, images of….Damian…bedding you in the most sinful ways possible flooding through your mind. You could still hear his voice in your ear, the deep timber of it telling you to let go so he can fully taste you, consume everything you’re willing to give him and then some, so you can finally be his and him yours-

You slammed a pillow over your face and moaned, and you swore you could feel his hands lightly dragging up your body, the trail his fingertips leave feeling like a fire you never want to put out. Your core pulsed at just the mere thought of him, and you slammed your face into the pillow over and over again as you recall your words from last night.

You just fucking met him last night, what are you thinking?! He’s a stranger, you don’t know him. He could be a serial killer for all you know….

And yet, Damian acted….like a sort-of nice guy to you last night. Talked to you more than anyone of the opposite sex has in who-knows-how-long. He made you laugh, made you feel….normal, like an actual person instead of an object. He even walked you home last night because he didn’t want to see you hurt all alone…

How many drinks did I have last night, fucking Christ…

Your head pounded and you planted your fist over it, holding your other hand over your face as a sort of shield against the early morning light. You felt….drained. You usually felt like that after a long night of working and staying up so damn late to do so, but this was….different. This felt different, almost like someone stuck a straw inside you like a human juice pouch and sucked the energy right out of you.

A single question ran through your mind as you shifted towards the edge of the bed, your feet hitting the cool floor of your bedroom as your brain brought up the hottest dream you’ve had in years once more, making your heartrate shoot through the roof again and tugging at your heart once more.

What the fuck just happened?

A deep chuckle left Damian’s lips as he twirled his fingers, a thin, deep violet thread trailing from his ring finger towards his open window. The magic within it pulsed with life and a hefty desire, thrumming with the beat of your heart. His grin shined like pearls and his eyes shifted from their warm, chocolatey brown to a black as dark as midnight, pulling one deeper, deeper, deeper within….

He rose from his chair, clad in nothing but the pants he wore from the night before as he strode towards the window and leaned out of it, reaching into his inner pocket before pulling out a cigarette and lighting it with just the tip of his finger.

I like her, he thought, putting the cigarette to his lips before taking a huff. Smart, resilient, tougher than I thought she would be. Hell, she even resisted my aura when I came onto her a bit.

He can still very clearly how your desire tasted, running hot and fresh through the thread he tied to you as the memory of it flooded his every vein just as it had the night before. Savory sweet with a dash of vanilla…it’s been a while since he’s been this satisfied over a single dose over one night, but now he wants more. Much, much more.

And what Damian wants, he fucking gets.

She’s good, I’ll give her that. He let out a puff of smoke, the gray ring seeming to circle him like a twisted halo until it dispersed and became one with the wind. But, she wasn’t good enough. He chuckled again, lightly tugging away at the loop he tied to your soul and letting out a laugh when he felt the magic inside the thread flicker wildly like a flame caught in the wind.

And with a wave of his hand and a whisper from his lips, the thread seemingly vanished into thin air. But he could still feel it - feel you -, full of a unexpected and deep-rooted lust and longing that would soon rear its ugly head.

Even if you didn’t know it, you were his now. His newest game, his new plaything, his new toy. His new nightly entertainment as he flooded your subconscious with a new arousing, needy dream every single night until you finally broke.

This should be interesting.

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[adamsrcnan]

i'm thinking about this song and jean again and i just.

"I used to float, now I just fall down"

Picture a young Jean running through the sunny streets of Marseille high off candy and the laughter of his friends. Then cut to a teenage Jean bloody and bruised lying alone on the locker room floor staring through swollen eyes at the exy stick lying across from him, feeling nothing but unbearable pain.

"I used to know, but i'm not sure now. What I was made for. What was I made for?"

Jean bitting down onto his pillow so hard his jaw aches to stop himself from making a sound in the dead of night as he sobs so hard he thinks he might die wondering if he was really born into this world just to suffer.

"Looked so alive, turns out I'm not real. Just something you paid for."

Jean staring at himself in the mirror remembering how he looked standing next to Kevin and Riko just couple of hours earlier primmed and proper in their suits. Now his left eye is swollen shut and his lip is bulging and bloody. "You belong to me, you're my property" Riko's words echoing in his head as he presses ice to his face to try to bring the swelling down

"I don't know how to feel, but I wanna try"

Jean shutting down any hint of emotion after Kevin leaves. Riko tries to taunt him and goad him in his sick sadistic ways but Jean feels nothing anymore.

He's truly alone now. There's nothing left to hold on to. Neil comes and it's awful and horrible and Jean has no control over it. He leaves too though. And Jean is alone again.

"When did it end? All the enjoyment"

Jean sitting on the bench in the Raven's court, before their game starts, the roar of the crowds nothing but white noise in his ears. He's zoned out, struggling to remember the last time he felt any joy playing this game. He's not sure if he ever did.

"I don't know how to feel but I wanna try. I don't know how to feel but some day I might"

Jean thinking about Renee, how beautiful she looked when he first saw her. How she stood out from everyone around her, and how he wondered how she could possibly fit into his cold cruel world. How she insisted on being there anyway. His one last desperate plea for help as he lay battered on death's door. Her voice over the phone when he called her being the only thing keeping him breathing just a little longer.

"Think I forgot how to be happy. Something I'm not but something I can be. Something I wait for"

Jean in sunny California. Trojan colours on his back. His new team laughing and joking around him.

Engaging him in conversation, friendly pats on the back, easy smiles and bright happy eyes. Happiness is effortless to these people. He doesn't understand it. But he wants to.

And then there's Jeremy Knox, sunshine captain of the sunshine court. He's beautiful and he lit a fire in Jean in he can't seem to put out. He doesn't know yet, how to fully be happy. To be okay. But he's learning.

Jean stands outside the stadium after a game. They just won. The rest of the team have already left on their way to begin celebrations. Jean said he'd catch up. He breaths in the cool night air, stares up and the clear star filled sky. Takes a deep breath. He's not fully happy. Not yet. But he's waiting for it. It will come.

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Undercover| 1| One Chicago

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Summary: Libby, Adam, Kevin and later Antonio have to go undercover with a crime family that had close ties to the Sanfino, the crime family that Libby’s deceased husband had been involved in and her twin brother Jamie had a hand in taking down. Set before the next volume of Thin Blue Line. 

Rated M For Mature

Word count: 

**** 

One 

“Alright listen up everyone!” Hank Voight said coming out of his office and looking at his team that was scattered around the bullpen talking lowly with each other as they worked on paperwork.  

“We have a major problem. The Sanfino Crime family has hit Chicago and hit us hard.” 

“Sanfino?” Libby Reagan asked pushing her chair away from her desk. 

Hank nodded his head and looked at her. 

“I know them. Michael was involved with them, he all but sold me to Noble.”

 “He did what?” Adam Ruzek asked looking at his friend who nodded her head, “he needed a date, and who better else than the wife of his friend and the daughter of the police commissioner? They thought if they had me under their control then it would be easier not to get in trouble.” 

Her husband Jay Halstead shook his head angrily, he had heard all about this when they first got together and it upset him. 

Her dead husband had taken advantage of her and even though she was a cop she was powerless to do anything.  

“But did it stop?” Alvin asked curiously, she only ever told stories about cases that her brothers or grandfather worked but none of hers.  It was like she wanted to hide it and hide everything that happened with Michael. 

“No. Most of them got locked up and the two grandkids fled New York.” She answered as she stood up and tapped her fingers against her thighs, “The one associate of Noble’s almost killed my twin.” 

“What else do you know about Noble?”

 “He is a druggie, he would do anything for his next hit.”  Libby said as she pulled open the bottom drawer of her desk and pulled out a notebook and handed it to Hank, “I kept information, that I could remember. I kept the notebook, Riker, my partner kept it with his files.” 

“Tell them why.”

 “I came into work on a Monday morning and someone had gone through my desk. It was Michael. After his first stint in jail, he became more paranoid, jealous, and angry. You name it he was. He didn’t like me working the night shift or working with Riker.” 

“How many stents did he do?” 

“3. The third one is when he got killed.” Libby answered leaning against Jay’s desk, his fingers catching hers and squeezing them.

 “I was at my dad’s house for Sunday dinner and I get this call from the warden telling me that Michael was stabbed and I needed to get down to the hospital. The perks of having the police commissioner as a father we got there at the same time he did. They pronounced him dead after they wheeled him by me.” Libby said using her thumb to move her engagement ring back and forth.

“My family was expecting me to lose control and start crying but I didn’t, I think I was more relieved than anything after everything that he did to me and put me through it was finally over.” 

“Did you lose control?” Adam asked. 

“Yeah, I finally did after the funeral when my bitch mother-in-law tried to tell me because I started divorce proceedings before Michael was killed that I wasn’t entitled to the life insurance or anything. I flipped.” 

“Antonio you remember when Danny was here and he pushed the table into Peter?” Jay asked as he leaned back in his chair. He had been there when that happened and was right there with Danny pulling her away from Marion.  Though they were all just tempted to let the fight go on. Let Libby get out of her system. 

“Yeah.” He remembered it all too clearly, he would have done the same thing that the oldest Reagan had done when he found out that Libby had walked into a trap and was almost killed. 

“She did that from what Will told me.” 

“I threw a drink in her face too. Lucky for her that my brothers were there and pulled me away. I would have started throwing punches.” Libby said. 

Carlie Rhodes looked up at Mrs. Halstead and laughed, “And she has a mean left hook.” 

“Yes, yes I do.” the former New York Detective said folding her arms under her chest, “So what do you want us to do Sarge?”  

Hank looked thoughtful before putting his hands on his hips, “Do you still have contacts within the family?”

 Libby nodded her head slowly, “Yeah Bianca, Noble’s sister texts me all the time, she just moved from New Hampshire.” 

“Good, reach out to her. Ruzek, Atwater, I want you two with her.” Hank ordered. “Got it, boss,” Adam answered as Libby went over to her desk and pulled her iPhone out of her desk, and turned it on. 

This was her old phone and number that she only used from time to time. 

It was a reminder of her former life, the life where she was Mrs. O’Malley, the wife of a prominent lawyer who gave her everything and lived a life that on the outside looked happy. But on the inside, it wasn’t.

 Michael was controlling, abusive and angry, and Libby who was taught how to defend herself and trust cops her entire life became sad withdrawn, and not even trusting her family who was cops.

 She was scared that if she got back into this lifestyle she was going to go back to that. She couldn’t do that not now that she had Jay. 

She couldn’t. She wouldn’t.  

** 

Seeing that Libby was engrossed in her mission of texting Bianca, Jay went over to where Adam and Kevin were at

. “Keep an eye on her.” He said, keeping his voice low so only the two men going undercover with her could hear. 

“Course man.” Kevin said glancing over at Libby and then back at Jay, “Was it really that bad?” 

“Worse. Ask Carlie or Will they will tell you. Being with Michael wasn’t good for her. She drank heavily, lost a ton of weight, and almost got kicked off of the force.” Jay answered, “I am worried that she will lose control if she gets into deep.” 

“We won’t let that happen.” Adam said, “We got her back.”  The former Army Ranger nodded his head before going over to his wife and leaning against her desk. 

“You okay?” “I will be okay. Kev and Ruze won’t let anything happen to me. I have too much to lose this time around.” She said softly offering him a smile.

  He returned the smile before looking at the screen of the phone that lit up. “Looks like you are to meet Bianca soon.”  “Then we should get ready. It will take me a while to go into Mrs. O’Malley again.” 

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