#and like the show is in many ways for them and speaking to them and nearly pleading with them

[luckiestboy]

too many people are too focused on punishment/revenge on the perpetrator... while we've had studies that show prevention helps way more, and it's always been such a puzzling thing, i've questioned the way people care about CSA, with;

"why do you need a child to be abused before you care?" (you as in general, not you as in op)

fairly related additions under the cut

i think more people who are focused on punishment, need to watch the skip intro video about TCAP, since it seems like an easily available way to absorb information both about CSA abuse statistics, and how "revenge fantasies" don't help in the long run. i say this because many many people will likely be disinterested in reading articles or statistics, as bad as that mindset is, i would like to at least get them to think about the topic to begin with. as much as i hate the fact youtube essays about this include sponsors/patreon plugs, i get why it's done, it's a job that's besides the point though.

to summarize: He outlined how TCAP is more of a "revenge fantasy" and makes content out of reality of many people, majority of which were abused by those they knew (he also mentions that aspect.) instead of a possibly educational show, it was the same as current-day youtube "predator catchers" who were fueled by it, and yes the show ended, though it's impact remains.

the video is technically about how they "kinda killed a guy" which people argue "the guy shot himself, nobody but him pulled the trigger" but i feel like those people are missing the point. the criticism stems from how the "Education" chris hansen did, how he rushed to a swat raid for content, putting other people in danger, considering the man had a gun, what if he shot someone else?

again, i ask them, why do we wait untill a child's been abused and traumatized for life, when we have evidence teaching kids these things, helps them more, and avoids trauma.

or teaching them, if there were no signs, if the perpetrator was a child too, that it's okay to speak out, to seek help, comfort and guidance.

I'm someone who was SA'd by a classmate, a "friend", i have spent a decade repressing the memory, and when it surfaced, i denied it was SA because it wasn't what i considered to be SA, because "well... he didn't grope me, it was just a kiss, i wasnt traumatized", ignoring how i cried recounting it to my psychologist when being interviewed during the process of diagnosing gender dysphoria, as when i was put in a situation to recount memories or experiences, it was one of the few things i remembered, before coming out.

i never even got justice, because another child did that to me, i was never apologized to, even. because nobody ever said to speak up.

if i were taught to speak up when someone did this to me, i wouldn't be met with the horrified look my mother gave me, when i shared the story around the winter holidays, deeming it a "funny" thing from my childhood. and her question.

"why didn't you tell me?"

i was 7, maybe 8, there weren't any signs for my autistic little brain to pick up, and even then i was never taught about signs, only to never go with strangers.

i was told being taunted or teased by a boy meant he liked me, i was supposed to be happy, right? someone liked me, that means what they did was good. it didnt matter i ran from him before i was trapped.

the fact im so fucked up mentally, and hesitant of affection horrifies me, because those who endured worse? what about them? the mistreatment i went through were isolated incidents, and they still left a big impact, those incidents, caused me to subconciously try and present myself in a "tempting" way to one of the few male middle school teachers i had, in hopes of being abused more.

and i think about others who've gone through worse, the mental strain, and how people seem to be so focused on punishing the abuser, instead of helping the abused.

yes an abuser should be punished, but involvement shouldnt end there...

Speaking as a survivor of child sex abuse: the world would be a lot better if yall spent less time talking about the ways in which pedophiles should be punished and more time supporting survivors and preventing abuse

I get it, punishment can feel cathartic. I’ve certainly spent time imagining all the ways in which my own abuser might be punished. But ultimately, him dying, or being jailed, or publicly shamed, isn’t actually going to help me nor will it stop more kids from getting hurt in the future.

I don’t want more prisoners. I want free therapy with trauma informed counselors. I want better sex education for young children that teaches them about consent and body autonomy. And I want a society in which I can openly discuss my trauma, or at least as openly as yall discuss the evils of pedophiles

[elysiansparadise]

Ruler of the 4th house in the houses

Ruler of the 4th house in the 1st house

For you, home is a place where you are able to be yourself without feeling pressured, limited, or repressed. A place where you are welcomed with a smile for being you, without having to change or be what they want you to be. You bring spark, excitement, and warmth to your emotional ties. You are a person who remembers every detail and takes it into account when creating a home. You have the ability to make others feel safe, that they shouldn't wear masks around you; you feel like finally being home. In your childhood, you may have experienced situations in which you had to defend yourself, who you truly were, or your integrity. You likely inherited one of your parents' faces or many pronounced personality traits. It can be difficult for you to let go of the past; you are able to relive the past with vividness and great detail. Family is of great importance to you, whether it's the one you grew up with or the one you will form later in life. Speaking of which, you'll create an accepting home, one that's always in motion, filled with laughter, warmth, and the certainty that you have each other to defend against anything and anyone; no one will fear you anymore. You may be remembered for your passionate, authentic, and strong personality; people can say a lot about you and the heart you put into things/connections/actions when something mattered to you.

Ruler of the 4th house in the 2nd house

You are a person who consistently, carefully, and affectionately nurtures the bonds you value most. For you, attention and being there for others is the true expression of love. For you, emotional nourishment is as important as having tangible possessions to offer. You are aware that there are voids that are not filled with frivolities, but with meaningful things. You tend to keep objects of great emotional value, as well as being a person who associates certain aromas, textures, or sensations with people or moments from your past. For you, home is a place where you don't have to be on your toes, a place where you can relax, and where love and affection are constant. A place where you don't have to earn things, but where everything is given to you because you are loved. A significant family inheritance is likely awaiting you. And returning to the topic of home, in the future you will be able to create a home where you shower your loved ones not only with gifts and material stability, but with that emotional understanding and the certainty that as long as you are there, there will always be someone attentive to what they truly need. You will be remembered as someone who was always there for those they loved, someone with whom people felt safe. People will talk about your strength, and how even though it abounded within you, it never made you insensitive; on the contrary, it blended with those sides of you that you wanted to be protected as well.

Ruler of the 4th house in the 3rd house

You feel a sense of home when you are listened to, when your opinions are taken into account, and when you feel you're in a place or with a person with whom you can talk openly about any topic, no matter how difficult the subject. You value heart-to-heart conversations, those in which you show off the rarest flowers in your garden and the person appreciates them as much as the ones right in front of their eyes. You may have a tendency to revisit photos or videos to relive the past; you also have melancholic tendencies. History, both more general aspects like humanity and the history of those you love, are things that genuinely interest you, as they allow you to get to know them better and in a more authentic way. You may have grown up in a family environment or one where you shared many moments, trips, and time together; or one where you always talked about other people's lives (much depends on the aspects of the ruler). You're not a person who asks questions for the sake of asking; you like to focus your mental energy on things that genuinely hold emotional importance for you. You tend to prefer long, in-depth conversations to small talk, even if you have a knack for making small talk comfortable for others.

Ruler of the 4th house in the 4th house

For you, home is a place where you can allow yourself to be vulnerable and let down your walls; a place where there is love and patience, and your emotions are validated. You find comfort in knowing that others are trying to understand your emotional world, your history, and what shaped your heart—the scars, the hopes, and the eccentricities. You have a huge heart and the beautiful quality of knowing how to love others; and no, it's not a coincidence; it's because you put your time and energy into getting to know others so well that you're able to learn to love them through their language. You know what it's like to want to be loved through your language and fail to be loved. You desire to build a home based on love, care, and closeness; to create that safe place for those you love, to be someone they can turn to regardless of the nature of their emotions. You are someone who is aware that there is more beyond what meets the eye at first glance. You know that each person has a past, a story, or something to tell. You don't see this as an excuse, but rather as a guide to understanding them. You will be remembered as the person who, although not easily visible, had the most loving, warm, and caring heart. Who cared for those he loved with genuine affection, not with a "what can I get in return" approach. Genuine, sensitive, and empathetic.

Ruler of the 4th house in the 5th house

Inside you, there is a person who feels things intensely, someone who is more in touch with their emotions than their appearance allows others to deduce. You are intimate with your emotional world; you enjoy the purity and intensity of emotions. You will always prefer to follow your instinct, especially when it comes to romance. You deeply value people who show you they are truly interested in uncovering your layers and are not looking for something superficial, because that is not for you. In terms of romance, it is crucial that you feel your emotions are validated and that the other person gives them the same importance that you do. That brings me to my next point: home for you is one where you are allowed to shine and be yourself without feeling you have to hide so as not to upset others; where your emotions are seen and appreciated, not swept under the rug. You will be able to form a loving and warm family where you will not make the same mistakes you felt you made in the past. You will teach them from a place of love, and you will seek their happiness and emotional satisfaction. You'll make it. You'll be remembered as a deeply loyal and caring person for those who managed to enter her heart; as someone with whom love, laughter, and funny stories were never lacking. You can also be remembered for your talents, your brilliance, and how you shared them with others.

Ruler of the 4th house in the 6th house

You do things from the heart, with purpose, and with your soul; you hate having to do things just “because you have to”; you prefer things that have a true meaning for you. You have a preference for activities that bring you comfort, and you reject anything that forces you to do things you're not yet ready for. You're easy to work with as a team because, beyond caring about the outcome, you genuinely make sure that the people you work with feel supported and taken into account. Working from home, collaborating with family, or family businesses are likely. Also, jobs in which you take care of others or details. There's a tendency to want to feel useful or helpful to others, which leads us to the following: for you, home is where your actions, no matter how small, are valued; where you feel a sense of purpose and where you put your energy into them without feeling overwhelmed or stressed. Where you are loved without having to do things to "earn it." You firmly believe that it's the small, consistent details that strengthen bonds. Authenticity and satisfaction do not lie in empty words, but in what you demonstrate to each other through actions. You will create a home where you all are a team; everyone supports and appreciates one another, learning that there is no stronger language than a well-intentioned and well-executed action. Warmth and practicality will blend, creating a place where everyone is valued. You’ll be remembered for your devotion, your efforts, and how your actions brought satisfaction, security, and love to those around you; but most importantly, for your quality as a person and who you were behind each gesture.

Ruler of the 4th house in the 7th house

Emotional intimacy is of great importance to you in any type of relationship, which makes you prefer relationships that you envision as long-term and those that make you feel you connect deeply with them. Precisely for this reason, you're not as keen on casual relationships. Your relationship with your future spouse can feel like a refuge for you, and you'll find in them a place where you belong and feel cared for. You look for someone who trusts you as much as you trust them, someone who knows with certainty that you can both rely on each other. Being vulnerable with your partner is important; you're someone who is very protective of your emotions, sometimes keeping them to yourself, so having someone you feel you can open up to and find refuge with when things get difficult is important to you. Home, for you, is a place where everyone is treated as equals, where what the other person thinks or wants isn't more important than anyone else's. For something to feel like home in your eyes, there must be justice, honesty, and equity, and home is built through mutual work, affection, and dialogue. If you decide to start your own family, you'll achieve a harmonious home where, despite the ups and downs, all members will strive to make things right, understand each other, and learn to overcome differences. People will remember you as the pillar that keeps people together, as that person whose company is comforting and easygoing. People will remember your ability to connect with them.

Ruler of the 4th house in the 8th house

There’s a strong feeling with this overlay since you fear emotional intimacy, but deep down, you crave everything that comes with it: the idea of ​​being able to trust someone with your soul, the idea of ​​having each other no matter what, and being with people capable of doing everything to protect you, just as much as you would be. You may have grown up in environments that led you to believe you were better off on your own, that trust is a treasure you shouldn't easily give away to others. It's even likely that you've begun to break negative family patterns that have been growing stronger for generations. You're selective about who you open up to, and it's not usually an easy task. Within that strong shell, there's someone with a soft, precious heart who simply seeks love and feels they can let their guard down. Home for you is the feeling that you're always chosen, through thick and thin; through your light and darkness; through your ups and downs. It brings you comfort to have someone take your darkness in their hands and be able to love it as much as your light; someone with whom you can't pretend to be okay when you're falling apart inside. One of the most loyal overlays, as they are people who fully commit when they set their minds to it. You may have some fears or insecurities about having your own family, but if you decide to do so, you'll be able to create a space where, even if poetry and flowery words aren't abundant, promises won't be broken. They'll know they can count on you for anything, and you'll be certain that you're there for them.

Ruler of the 4th house in the 9th house

You are a person with a welcoming and comforting energy, not from a tender or soft perspective, but rather from an independent, friendly, and genuine warmth. You can easily inspire other people and evoke positive and joyful emotions in them in a lighthearted way. It's very likely that you feel that "home" isn't where you grew up; you may have had the feeling that you didn't belong in your environment, or that you would simply find comfort outside your roots. You have a mix of cultures, and I'm not just talking about lineage or your blood, but rather that you don't cling intensely to your culture (although of course, you appreciate it), but rather you create your own with elements that make you feel good. Home for you is where you can satisfy your curiosity; where even the most different people take the time to get to know and understand each other, without prejudice or negative biases. It's that place where you are not questioned to challenge or point fingers, but rather to appreciate and honor both who you are in the present and what forged you. This placement is common among people who migrate, people who find or make their homes in distant lands far from their birthplace. You want to create a home where there's closeness yet independence, where there's freedom with the certainty that you can return here if you need a break, where there are no limits that can dampen your spirit, but rather a guide your loved ones can lean on when things seem uncertain.

Ruler of the 4th house in the 10th house

This overlay shows us transparency in you. You're someone who isn't afraid to put yourself out there, as you may have learned as a child. However, there may also have been the possibility that your family [especially one of your parents] shared a lot of what happened inside the house with others, which may have made you feel emotionally exposed. You're open, yes, but incredibly reserved about what you want to keep between you and your conscience. This is precisely why "home" for you is the place where you're taught that showing your emotions isn't a cause for mockery, threat, and, of course, the place where your vulnerabilities aren't exposed without your prior consent or without you doing so first. You're protective of everything kept in your heart, not only out of distrust, but you enjoy privacy. Your inner child may carry some demands and expectations that, even if you set and thought them, didn't come from you. There's something about your presence that naturally makes people feel drawn, appreciated, and warm; You have a very particular way of paying attention and listening. You make people feel truly seen, not with expectations or through rose-colored glasses, but seen, with virtues and defects, and despite this, also feeling appreciated. You'll be remembered as the person who knows what kind of comfort to offer, who easily provides reliability, whether it's practical advice or emotional comfort. Your considerate and gentle nature with those you love will also be appreciated no matter the passage of time.

Ruler of the 4th house in the 11th house

There's something very beautiful about you, and that's that you provide comfort to others by making them feel included and welcomed. You may have experienced the feeling of not belonging among your family or clashing greatly with them in terms of ideas or personalities, and that's precisely what makes you feel that if you can avoid making those you love feel that way, you will. With this overlay, you likely feel some distance from your family, whether emotional or physical, and even if there's no major drama, it may be difficult for you to trust them. You can form friendships that feel like family. You may not have the largest circle, but you know that everyone protects and cares for one another. For you, home is having a cozy place where you feel like you belong, where no one places expectations on others, where you simply enjoy their presence. You are an extremely empathetic person and can easily connect with others, even giving them the confidence to open up to you. You are very warm-hearted with your friends, and can be the one they turn to when they need emotional support or a listening ear. If you decide to start your own family, you'll make sure each member feels loved and accepted, and above all, you'll prefer to support their individuality and dreams rather than judge them. You may be remembered as someone who was kind, polite, and respectful, even if you didn't know the others. Likewise, you'll be remembered for your dreamy side, full of creativity and aspirations.

Ruler of the 4th house in the 12th house

Family can be a complicated topic for you, either because it's a sensitive issue or because you didn't feel emotionally seen, appreciated, or heard by those you're related to. Distance from one of your parents (or both, as the case may be) is very likely, and this applies both emotionally and physically. In your childhood, you may have felt alone or misunderstood, which made your solitude a refuge but also painful. For you, home is where others show interest in learning about your deepest inner self; when they accept your vulnerabilities, your fears, your bright sides, and those you don't even want to look at. You are deeply devoted to your relationships and are capable of feeling emotions, especially the pain of those you love, very intensely. This overlap is common in people who can find their home or feel a sense of belonging outside of their homes, whether with other people, in other cities, or countries. You are a person with much more power than you let on, with a knack for reading, intuiting, and deciphering others' emotions; you are capable of disarming people with a few sharp and accurate observations. You don't like showing off and aren't comfortable drawing excessive attention to yourself. You will be remembered as someone who didn't open up easily, as someone enigmatic, mysterious, yet deeply sensitive and perceptive. Many will remember those times you stayed and helped them even when things got tough; and as a person who, no matter how many wounds you carried, always showed yourself to be stable and supportive towards the ones you loved.

[darkparablesfan]

Hello again! I am here again with some headcanons. This for a fan event that me and a friend of mine @shuji123 made up!

The event basically is based on Cinderella.

People wears magical glass slippers that leads them to the dance floor where they would dance with their fated true love. However they also been enchanted by a face blind spell that will only disappear once the dance is over.

Here is the boys reactions when they see you as their fated true love.

🌹 Riddle Rosehearts

As the enchantment shatters like spun glass, Riddle turns with a calm breath—expecting decorum.

Then he sees you.

His expression freezes. For a split second, he doesn’t speak—he just stares, eyes wide and full of quiet disbelief. “You…?” The word is barely above a whisper.

Then the guilt sets in. How many times has he scolded you for things you did with good intentions? How many times did you show him kindness anyway? He takes a step forward, voice trembling. “I… I never imagined it could be you. But… I’m glad it is.”

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♣️ Trey Clover

The moment the spell fades, Trey blinks slowly, turning toward the person who had just been laughing softly with him about his “two left feet.”

“Y/N?”

His smile comes easily—gentle, warm, a little shy around the edges. “Guess the stars were right—you are my perfect match.” He chuckles quietly, then takes off his glasses to clean them—nerves creeping up behind his calm demeanor. “Well, if you’ll have me… I’d be honored to keep dancing with you, glass slippers or not.”

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♦️ Cater Diamond

He opens his eyes, expecting something MagiCam-worthy. But when he sees you, he just stops.

Like the music vanished.

His painted-on grin falters for a heartbeat, replaced with something real. His brows rise—he’s stunned. Then he lets out a small, breathless laugh. “Woah. You’re seriously my match?” And then softer, “I mean… wow. It feels right.”

Then he’s back to beaming. “Gonna need a selfie with you ASAP, babe~ This moment? Totally priceless.”

---

♥️ Ace Trappola

When the magic lifts, Ace looks around like “okay, let’s get this over with.”

And then—he sees You.

His entire face short-circuits.

“Wha—HUH?! You’re kidding, right?” He laughs, flustered, then rubs the back of his neck with a huff. “I mean—not that I’m complaining or anything, but seriously? You?”

Then, with a rare, genuine softness: “…Guess that explains why dancing with you didn’t suck.” He grins, cheeks red. “Don’t get used to the flattery, ‘kay?”

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♠️ Deuce Spade

The spell breaks—and Deuce turns to look at his partner, expecting someone graceful, someone elegant...

Instead, he sees you. His eyes go huge. “Y-Y/N?!”

He stumbles over his own feet. “I—I didn’t… You’re my…? Oh man.” His hands hover awkwardly like he’s not sure whether to bow or apologize. Then, slowly, a sincere smile spreads across his face.

“I’m really happy. I can’t believe it’s you… but I’m so glad it is.” He gently offers his hand again—his ears pink. “If it’s okay… can we dance one more time? Just us.”

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🦁 Leona Kingscholar

The spell lifts, and Leona exhales, impatient. He turns lazily—bored and ready to brush the whole thing off.

But then… he sees you.

His eyes narrow. Then open.

“…Tch.”

You. Of all people.

He looks away for a long moment, jaw clenched. “You?” he mutters under his breath. Not angry—afraid. Because someone like you is dangerous. You are the type that could slip under his guard and stay.

“…You’re really unlucky, you know,” he finally says, voice low. “Getting stuck with a guy like me.”

But he doesn’t walk away.

He stays.

Because deep down, maybe this cursed glass slipper finally fits.

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🐶 Ruggie Bucchi

The magic fades—and Ruggie blinks fast. His face scrunches up as he sees who it is.

“Wait… huh?! Y/N?!”

He actually chokes on his own spit, then laughs out loud in disbelief.

“Nooo way. Seriously?! You got scammed by fate, huh?” But the laughter doesn’t reach his eyes. Because behind the joke is a flash of awe, a quiet flutter of something he doesn’t think he deserves.

“You… you sure this ain’t some fluke?” he asks quietly, voice softer than usual. And when you smile at him?

He grins, a little crooked.

“…Guess I better stop skipping out on breakfast. Got someone to impress now.”

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🐺 Jack Howl

Jack feels the magic vanish—and his instincts kick in before his thoughts do. He turns and locks eyes with you.

“…!”

His mouth parts, stunned. “Y/N…?”

He’s completely still. Like someone punched him straight in the chest. His ears twitch, and he looks away almost immediately, the tips of them bright red.

“I—I don’t get it,” he says. “You… you’re always so kind. And strong. Why would someone like you be fated for someone like me?”

Then, more quietly:

“…But I’m not gonna reject it. I’ll work hard to be worthy of it. Of you.”

He gently, almost shyly, holds out his hand again.

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🐙 Azul Ashengrotto

The enchantment fades. Azul brushes a hand through his hair, ready to paste on his usual pleasant smile—

—and freezes.

His glasses nearly slip off.

“Y/N?” he breathes, startled. His brain short-circuits—surely not. Surely fate wouldn't be so cruel.

Because you’re the one person who helped him, smiled at him, saw through him without demanding a single thing.

His heart sinks.

“This must be a mistake,” he says stiffly, guarding his voice behind a businesslike tone. “You deserve someone… far more noble. Someone better.”

But when you step toward him—soft eyes, genuine smile—his walls crack just a little.

“…I’ll protect this bond,” he murmurs, barely audible. “Even if it’s fragile. Even if it’s foolish.”

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🍄‍🟫 Jade Leech

The magic lifts. Jade’s ever-present grin flickers into something still. Almost… unreadable.

“Well,” he says smoothly, tilting his head as he stares directly at her. “How utterly unexpected.”

And yet—his heart skips.

You are the one?

The gentle, intuitive person who treated even him with warmth? The one who brought him wildflowers once, just because?

He steps closer with deliberate calm, but there’s a rare glint in his eye—something almost reverent.

“…You do realize what this means, don’t you?” he murmurs. “You’ve wandered into very deep waters, dear Y/N.”

His smile returns—still sharp, but now laced with something tender.

“I hope you’ll let me keep you safe in them.”

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🦈 Floyd Leech

The second the spell breaks, Floyd whips around in excitement.

“Oi~! Who’s my shrimpy fate—”

Then sees you.

Stares.

Eyes wide. Expression unreadable. For a long second, he’s just… silent.

“…Eh?”

Then it hits.

Like lightning.

A gigantic grin spreads across his face.

“EH?? SHRIMPY?? YOU’RE MINE?? AHAHAHA!! THIS IS SO FUNNY!!”

He grabs you, spins you around. “Now you can’t escape, y’know? Not from fate~!”

But even through the playful tone, there’s a weird softness in his eyes when he looks at you.

“…You really danced with me, huh?” he says, quieter now. “Guess you’re stuck with me forever, Y/N~ …That okay?”

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☀️ Kalim Al-Asim

The moment the magic lifts, Kalim gasps—

“Y/N?!”

He beams, eyes shining like a child on Christmas morning. It’s not confusion—it’s pure, overflowing joy.

He clasps your hands instantly.

“I can’t believe it was you! That’s amazing! I knew you felt so warm—but you?!”

And then? He laughs. Bright and loud and full of delight.

He whirls you into another impromptu spin. The music may be over, but Kalim is still dancing.

“I’m the luckiest guy in the world! You’re my destined one?! I’m gonna tell Jamil! We’re gonna throw a whole party just for this!”

But when things quiet down, he leans in close and says more gently—

“…I really hope I can make you as happy as you make me everyday.”

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🐍 Jamil Viper

The spell breaks.

Jamil stares. His entire posture stiffens.

He looks at you like someone just told him the moon is in love with the sea.

“You—”

He stops himself.

His heart is racing.

Not because you’re unsuitable. But because you are everything he never dared imagine he could have.

Someone too kind. Too selfless. Too good.

And you are his?

He steps back slightly, gaze guarded, walls going up by instinct.

“…This doesn’t make sense,” he says. “Fate must be mistaken.”

But then he sees your eyes—that look—and his breath hitches.

You're not afraid. You are not second-guessing. You’re just there. Standing there with open arms.

And something inside Jamil breaks—in the best way. His arms wrapped around you.

“…Don’t disappear,” he says quietly. “If this is real… then stay.”

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💄 Vil Schoenheit

The moment the spell fades and your face becomes clear, Vil’s breath halts.

His eyes widen just a little—barely perceptible to others, but a storm of surprise in his heart.

“…You.”

He says it softly. Like a revelation.

Not in disdain.

Not in disappointment.

But with a kind of reverence he didn’t know he was capable of.

“You’re… my fated one?”

Vil steps closer. He studies you—truly sees you.

Not just your softness or your sweetness—but your strength too. The quiet kind. The kind that shines brightest under pressure.

He exhales, then offers you a hand once more.

“Then I am lucky. Because to be paired with someone like you—someone so sincere… I must be doing something right.”

And though he hides it well, there’s a faint pink dusting his cheeks.

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🏹 Rook Hunt

“Mon dieu…”

The moment he sees you, Rook presses a hand to his heart like he’s been shot.

His entire face lights up—thrilled, amazed, deeply enchanted.

“Quelle beauté, quelle grâce—! My dear, to think it was you! My heart knew your soul long before my eyes saw your face!”

He circles around you with practiced grace, admiring every gesture, every shift of expression. Not to make you uncomfortable—but like a painter taking in their muse.

“It must be fate. There’s no other explanation for the perfection of this pairing!”

He kisses your hand dramatically.

“I shall devote myself to uncovering every layer of your mystery, ma colombe. This is but the beginning of our story~”

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🍎 Epel Felmier

“...Wait. Y/N?”

He freezes.

Stares.

His ears go red instantly.

“Wha—You—you’re the person I was dancing with?!”

It short-circuits his brain.

Sure, it felt nice during the dance. Gentle. Comforting. But You?!

He splutters. He’s embarrassed. He doesn't know where to look. His image!! What would Vil say?!

“…W-Well, it’s not like I’m upset or nothin’! I mean, you’re great! I just—uh—wow, seriously? You?”

Then, sheepishly, he mutters under his breath:

“…I guess I’m kinda glad it was you.”

But he won’t say it again.

Unless you asks. (Then maybe.)

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💻 Idia Shroud

"..."

The silence lasts too long.

The second your face comes into focus, Idia freezes like a computer crashing mid-update.

No words. Just big, horrified eyes and visible internal screaming.

“Y/N?! A-Are you sure the spell's not glitching? Maybe it didn’t update—Did anyone patch-check this thing—?!”

His hair flares pink and blue in chaotic, panicked pulses.

Because out of everyone, it had to be you.

The person who brings food to his dorm, talks gently to Ortho, and—worse of all—smiles at him like he’s someone worth smiling at.

He flails for an escape route, mumbles excuses, nearly trips over the hem of his coat—

But before he can run off, he glances back.

You’re still there. Looking at him. Softly. Not laughing. Not mocking. Just… warm.

And he short-circuits again.

“...N-No way someone like you got stuck with someone like me…”

Yet maybe—just maybe—a part of him is happy.

(Ortho will never let him live it down.)

Ortho beams like a kid on their birthday.

Then, more seriously, he floats up a little closer.

“...Please be patient with Nii-san. He gets scared easily. But I think you might be the one person brave enough to reach him.”

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🐉 Malleus Draconia

The spell breaks—and he blinks.

You.

You were the one he’d danced with. The one who laughed so gently at his awkward steps. Who offered their hand without hesitation. Who didn’t shy away from the magic in the air—or in him.

A long silence. His expression unreadable at first.

Then, a slow, blooming smile—one that feels like dusk melting into moonlight.

“So… it was you.”

His voice is deep, low, fond.

He gently holds your hand—carefully, reverently. Not as a prince, but as someone who’s been alone for a very long time, and now finds himself seen.

“I have never dare to dream of having someone that the stars sent for me,” he murmurs, “and yet here you are. A light that chose to walk with a shadow.”

He bows over your hand—no grandeur, no theatrics. Just genuine warmth.

“If you will allow it… I would like to remain at your side for all the dances yet to come.”

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🦇 Lilia Vanrouge

“Oh ho~?”

The moment the spell lifts and he sees you, Lilia’s eyes sparkle with mischief—and something softer underneath.

“Well, well, well. I must have done something good if the stars paired me with you~.”

He takes your hand with a little flourish, still playful—but there’s a rare sincerity in the way his gloved fingers curl around yours.

“You were quite the enchanting partner. Even with the mystery magic... I felt it was you.”

His tone dips briefly, more honest.

“You remind me of the world I used to dream of. Soft, but strong. Kind, but never naive. Someone who could weather even the harshest of times with their heart still intact.”

He winks. “Looks like I just found a reason to stay here a while longer.”

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⚡ Sebek Zigvolt

“…!!!”

Sebek freezes. His mouth opens. Closes. Opens again.

“Y-You—!? Y/N?!”

His face turns bright red.

He is absolutely malfunctioning.

“I- I mean— IT IS AN HONOR! A-AN UNEXPECTED ONE! TO BE DESTINED —TO YOU!”

He straightens up immediately, hand over his heart like he’s pledging to protect you in battle for the rest of his life.

(Which, let’s be honest, he might.)

“You danced… excellently! Yes! You upheld the decorum of the event beautifully! The grace, the dignity—! I was impressed! No—moved!”

He pauses. Lowers his voice, just barely.

“…You’re very gentle. Even to someone like me. That’s… I’ll treasure that.”

He bows stiffly, then softly says:

“I’ll guard you as if you were royalty.”

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🌘 Silver

He blinks slowly.

“…It was you?”

He sounds… a little dazed. He hadn’t expected it. But as he looks at you, something quiet and peaceful settles behind his eyes.

“…That makes sense.”

There’s a slight flush on his cheeks, but his voice is calm—serene, like morning mist.

“You’ve always made me feel at peace. Even when I’m tired, I can hear your voice and feel safe.”

He gently takes your hand and holds it like it’s something fragile. Precious.

“I would like to keep walking beside you… if you’ll let me.”

And for a moment, just one moment, you swear the usually drowsy Silver smiles—a soft, open smile, like sunlight through clouds.

Hope you guys liked them! 🥰

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Sorry if I asked I already asked but do you have anything on writing ‘pirate talk’?

Writing Notes: Pirate Talk

Our much-loved “pirate-ese” language bears little relation to the actual speech of 17th and 18th-century buccaneers.

In fact, evidence suggests that our modern impression of pirate speech is all down to Disney. Here’s why:

Scottish author Robert Louis Stevenson’s adventure novel Treasure Island was published in 1883.

In 1950, the popular tale was adapted for Hollywood in what was Walt Disney’s first movie made with live actors only.

The movie starred Robert Newton as the fictional pirate Long John Silver.

Born in Dorset and educated in Cornwall, Newton based his pirate talk on his own native British West Country dialect.

His accent might not have been far off—the south west of England has long been associated with pirates because of its strong maritime heritage; notorious pirate Blackbeard was even said to have come from Bristol, in the heart of that area.

Newton’s iconic role as Long John Silver was so influential that a variation of his West Country English became the standard for portrayals of pirates on stage and in the cinema.

As historian Colin Woodard told the National Geographic in 2011, “Newton’s performance—full of ‘arrs,’ ‘shiver me timbers,’ and references to landlubbers—not only stole the show, it permanently shaped pop culture’s vision of how pirates looked, acted, and spoke.”

Pirates have been around for a very long time and come from many places across the globe. Julius Caesar fought them, and to this day, pirates are still taking ships off the coast of Somalia. Logic dictates that all these pirates would speak in many different ways.

In Hollywood, there exists only one way pirates talk:

With an exaggerated English West Country accent and a lisp.

"Piratespeak" is somewhat of an exaggerated parody of some English rural accents of the 16th century.

A "snapshot" of a moment in the language during the "Great Vowel Shift".

There are some who've argued the associating of rural English accents with seafaring folk be on account of Lord Nelson, whose contemporaries noted his heavy Norfolk accent.

But the standard "Poirate accent" sounds more like it be from the The West Country (Devon, Somerset, Dorset, Cornwall, Gloucestershire and Bristol), perhaps because of memories of famed Devon sailors like Sir Francis Drake and Sir Walter Raleigh. Treasure Island, which does indeed begin in that part of Englandnote , did popularise it.

It also has noticeable overlap with the distinctive "Ocracoke accent" spoken by some longtime residents of the Outer Banks of North Carolina, which were similarly frequented by sailors in the 18th century; it may or may not be a coincidence that Ocracoke Island was the site of Blackbeard's last stand against the British Navy.

Some Pirate & Seafaring Terminology

Ahoy! - Used from the 18th century to attract attention, for example, the sighting of a ship, but later to simply mean "hello there".

Avast! - In use from the 17th century, it was a command to stop a particular action like pulling on rigging to hoist a sail.

Bear Up - To keep the ship’s bow away from the wind. An expression that was then used to mean "remain cheerful".

Blackjacks - (also called bombards) Large drinking cups, originally made out of leather and stiffened with tar.

Crack On - To make good speed. The term derives from the cracking noise made by ropes and sails made taut by a strong wind.

Davy Jones’s Locker - A term for the “ocean’s bottom,” especially when regarded as the grave for all who perish at sea.

Down the Hatch - To put cargo through the hatch and into the hold. The expression was used as a toast when drinking alcohol.

Dredgie - In popular pirate tales, dredgies are the ghosts of traitor pirates who’ve met a nasty end at the hands of another pirate.

From the Seas - This was a typical pirate’s answer to the question "where are you from?" and was given to conceal their identity. It might also be given by pirate ships when entering a port for the same reason. In use from the 17th century.

Goose Without Gravy - A slang term to refer to a badly injured man who showed no sign of bleeding.

Grog - Often depicted as a potent potable popularly partaken by plunderers on the high seas. Grog may refer to any alcoholic liquor, but is often reserved for booze—usually rum—cut with water. The term came about thanks to English admiral Edward Vernon, who reputedly earned the nickname “Old Grog” because he often wore a cloak made from grogram (a coarse, loosely woven fabric made of silk or silk blended with mohair or wool). In Old Grog’s day, sailors in the Royal Navy were customarily given a daily ration of rum, but in 1740 the admiral, concerned about the health of his men, ordered that the rum should be diluted with water. The decision wasn’t very popular with the sailors, who supposedly dubbed the mixture “grog” after Vernon.

Hempen Jig - Hempen refers to something made from hemp, a plant with tough fibers excellent for making rope. In popular accounts of pirates, hempen halter is a hangman’s noose, and to dance the hempen jig means “to die by hanging.”

Hornswoggle - To swindle, cheat, hoodwink, or hoax.

Land Ho! - The cry uttered by a lookout on the first sight of land.

Salmagundi - A fancy meal of salmagundi might be served when celebrating a successful plunder: chopped meats (whatever was handy), anchovies, onions, oil—and cackle fruit (“chicken eggs” in pirate-speak). It’s a great word for “any mixture or miscellany.”

Scallywag - (or scalawag) An insult for any pirate deemed a “rascal.” Son of a biscuit-eater is “a son of solider or sailor,” with that biscuit-eater sounding an awful lot like it’s replacing a coarser word.

Shiver Me Timbers - Unlikely to have ever been uttered by an actual pirate. Instead, it is thought to have arisen from comedic literature as sailor-speak akin to “blow me down” or “by golly” or somesuch. In the 19th-century children’s novel Outward Bound, a character named Wilton is even humiliated (in brisk fashion) for attempting the phrase.

Talk Bilge - Meaning to talk nonsense. It derives from the filthy bilge water in the lower parts of a ship.

Where away? - A question meaning "in which direction?" and usually uttered in response to a lookout sighting land or another ship.

Yo-Ho-Ho - A fictional pirate expression with no particular meaning that first appears in Robert Louis Stevenson’s 1883 novel Treasure Island. It may derive from the phrase "Yeo heave ho" which mariners chanted while pulling on rigging.

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Writing Notes: Pirates

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You can find more terms and information in the sources. Hope this helps with your writing!

[weissthesquid]

I'm tired of parents who don't say "I didn't mean to" but instead say "Well I tried my best" Like cool, I mean I hope you actually fucking tried, but noooooooo, lets use that to avoid accepting that you FUCKED up. "I had to disipline you somehow" Did you look into it? or did you just decide that leather was the only option? WHEN YOUR CHILD IS TRYING TO SNEAK PILLOWS INTO THEIR PANTS BECUSE THE PAIN IS TOO MUCH DO YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING GOOD?

"Well the bible shows:" Yeah well it also shows that if you are asked to murder your child you should. Fucking, I STILL BELIVE IN GOD, just not the God who says to spank your kid until they are fearful that the moment they speak out against what is happening to them, that they shall receive lashes across their behind like the Israelites did in Egypt.

When your child says "I kind of want to kill myself" and your reply is to tell them that "No you don't, and even if you did it would be a sin", did you even think about what that means? Did you think about how that will shape their opinions on self image and the worth of their life?

No, no you did not.

But you choose to use those failings in the future as knifes and bullets against each other.

I'm sorry, but its too late to say "I should have".

I have a tendency to insert songs into my emotions, prayers, and vents because it helps me channel those emotions. Right now the only song that pops up is Sorry from Hazbin Hotel.

You didn't say sorry though, you put so much pressure on us. so much responsiblity.

No child should have the ability to say they genuinely ripped a gun away from their fathers head because he felt like a fuck up, only after their mother and him split. No child, should ever, be able to say that they genuinely felt the need to hide who they were from you.

I have access, and may pick up my father's blog again.

If I do, do you know how many people are going to read that I hate having to box up who I am for other people, and have had to do so for Decades?

That the reason I resent a easy form of self expression is because I was constantly made to write what everyone else wanted, once again putting on another mask, on top of the one I was made to wear?

In Mario Strikers Charged there is a scene where the Shy Guy falls on his face and his mask falls off. Underneath the mask, was yet another mask. For me its a great analogy for how it feels. I had to write as someone else, pretending to be a mini version of my father because if anyone knew there was a girl under that mask, the bullying, the harrassment, the ostrisization, and all the other bad stuff I repeatedly went through would get worse.

Don't get me started on the "there were no signs" bullshit because there were. You just didn't see them because I had to learn to hide them.

I legit stole clothes from my sister when I was younger, got caught, and lied my way out of it because I knew that if I didn't, I would meet the belt.

You didn't mean to leave me lasting trauma,

but yet, here we are.

I'm sorry that I lied and hid that. I'm sorry that I couldn't be a better child for you. I'm sorry that when I was under stress, under all that pressure, I broke, and reacted in the ways I saw you react.....

I'm sorry that I resent you, that the thought of talking to you hurts.

It would be nice if i had a parental figure to lean on but, regretfully you are inadequate for the job.

You said yourself: (you)"...don't know how to love"

Well, I can tell, since I rarely saw what others describe as love.

I'm so tired of parents who didn't mean to

[absolutebl]

Tag Game: 10 Scenes I will never forget (BL from China, Japan, Korea & Taiwan)

Tagged by @hughungrybear

Rules: Share five (5) ten (10) scenes you can't forget. Not your favorites, the ones that got stuck in your brain for any reason.

I took that "not your favorite" line seriously.

1. Sleeves in Gay (Chinese Bromance)

Untamed was the first instance I remember but I have a screen shot from Word of Honor. Look we all get it, China. But the DISCOURSE we had over this whole thing around China, BL, and sleeves kinda cemented my relationship with BL on tumblr.

I guess you had to be here. But A TIME was had on this hellsite and we have all been Paying Attention to sleeves ever since.

As we very well should.

2. Opening meet cute Seven Days

THE STAGING. My first incidenct of a BL outright DOING manga RIGHT just on our screens for us. The perspective, the framing, the body positions... everything was perfection.

3. Into the trash bag Kieta Hatsukoi

It broke us. Every one.

4. Blueming's how to film a gay sex scene in Korea... an education

I don't like that they felt they had to do it this way, but I like that the strictures and confines pulled out a kind of shadow puppet art and the coloring was remarkable. Speaking of...

5. Color Rush's musical montage date

I liked the sound track for this show (rare for me) and I loved the atmospheric underwater feeling of this sequence plus the musical score.

There are others from this show like the rain hung, the crystal rainbow, and the rainbow fan of color wheel, but I had to pick.

6 The double down "crash into to me" trope used to emphasize the love triangle in Light On Me

Korea is just so CLEVER with their trope deployment. Watching them juggle multiple back-and-forths damn near perfectly to emphasize the love triangle and manipulate our emotions was brilliant. I still don't love a love triangle, but I appreciate the art of this one so much I gave it a 10/10.

7 "Have you been well, without me?" Our Dating Sim

Possibly one of the greatest lines ever delivered in a reunion romance.

8 Air gun to the heart in We Best Love

I could pick so many from this show but many of them would qualify as favorites. But this moment and the way you can see the invisible shot hit, because, well, Sam is just that good. It's just perfect tsundere meets pining seme acting.

9 Kiss through the net (ICONIC) in HIStory 2 Crossing the Line

Just amazing, perfect, beautifully shot, sports romance at its finest.

10 These goobers in Love is Science

Tiny family for the win.

Others I seriously considered but eliminated because they ARE favorites

Takara falling into the wall

My Personal Weatherman drunk boyfriend lap cuddles

Just Friends kissing in public in uniform

The ending running confession sequence in My Beautiful Man (I will never forget it because this one broke me, in real time)

Love Class 2 the boxers sequence

Jun & Jun the little whimper before he gives up and the kiss, also squishy cheeks

Love for Love's Sake gay punching, also "who hit you," also the magic kiss, also....

Light on Me - the confession, the hand hold at school, Namgong in the cape with flowers

The blood covered kiss in Long Time No See

Our Dating Sim's stealth kiss giggle

Cats/dogs, dark meat/light meat chicken, bisexual awakening in Oh My Assistant.

"To soft" in History 3 Trapped

Peaking over the divider in Semantic Error, also seme subscription service, ending fairy, yaja time, the LETTUCE line, also...

The backpack drop in Why R U? Korea.

The nod to the bed in See Your Love

Ghat kisses!

Dishonorable mention for the dirty minds in the corner

Minato's Laundromat - the sheet scene

My Personal Weatherman - the shirt scene (similarly My Day and the belt)

Old Fashion Cupcake - the finger bite

First Love Story - Pervert

Jun & Jun - THAT lap sit

The lap site tie grab in Kiseki Dear to Me

Love is Science in the closet makeout scene

This line in Unknown:

Should I do a whole second one for Thailand?

I don't tag but if you want to play you absolutely should!

[r-bitfluffs]

dogging it. like the cryptids Gotham needs.

DISCLAMIER !!!! i have never seen or read anything to do with the dc universe OR the Danny phantom show. my understanding of the show comes from cross over righting prompts and the phandoms love for bibity bobitying Danny into Gotham as random animals.

English is not my mother tong and I have moved a lot as a child so my spelling in BOTH my languages is not the best.

this is my first righting prompt for ENY fandom. please do be kind in the comments, constructive criticism is okay but PLEASE don't be rude about it.

on another note, there is art for this! (I'm really heckin proud of it, I'm still kind of new to digital art. )

alright I'm done yapping lets get into this//

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it was a normal night in Gotham, sky was clouded, air was spicy with a hint of some sort of gas and the bats and birds where out and about on patrol.

duke was at home asleep, since he was the dayshift. Jason was in crime alley dealing with some trouble stewing there, Tim was taking a coffee brake on a roof somewhere, dick was finishing calming down a paniced civilian after being mugged a couple of streets over from batman and robin (in Gotham for reasons.) Steph had the night off and cass was being cass and sneaking around somewhere.

nothing big had happened yet for tonight, just some muggings, one of them being a literal mugging involving a heavily intoxicated on who knows what male who SOMEHOW kept on finding random mugs and, like the dumb*ss drunken dude he was, was trying to rob, and I mean TRYING. to rob a poor college student who had stayed late for a test, and like the stressed, overworked, in dept person they where, had forgotten the normal carry on taser so was stuck waiting for a bat to come play. it got handled and now there was just some gossip over the coms that the bat tried and failed to stop.

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"-the fact that some people keep fish like that in those horrid conditions is just unacceptable. even if you don't involve the fact that a vase is to small for a betta fish there is also the ammonia, nitrite and nitrate build up to take care of and- "

"sorry to interrupt your rant there robin but there seems the be some cams glitching near a alley way near you near 25 Wayman's alley if you can just check that out please. "

"hrm." (bat translation. alright we will go check on it.)

"copy that oracle we will run visual surveillance and see what we find"

"alright thanks just be careful- no wait all units statis."

"me and batman are it rout to the glitched cams." robin said first then waited for the rest to speak.

"*grunts* dealing with some- "HAY JACK*SS STOP THAT." dealing with some low level goons ill be done in a min or 2. " came from red hoods com.

"just finishing off calming a civ after a spook from a mugging!" Nightwing cheerily bugged in with his status

"on a coffee brake." red robin said after nightwing was finished speaking and a couple seconds later a jiggle rang across the coms signalling that black bat was a-okay and checking in as well.

"alright good that you are all safe. we have a arkham brake out. joker is on the loose, i repeat. joker is on the loose."

"F#CK.!"

"ughhhh."

"again? really? ugh."

"hm." (bat translation here again, he is NOT happy about it.)

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Danny was.. okay.. ish, he wasn't hurt but he wasn't fully happy about how he get hear in the first place either. he and cujo had been in Gotham for around a week now just living day by day, it was stressful not letting to many folks see cujo but he'd say he's doing pretty well if he's to say for himself!

not really happy about being turned into a dog but he will live (ha right. he's not even alive.) but he will take being a dog over being strapped to lab table torn apart molecule by molecule.

... he's still mad at clockwork for it tho.

just before he got to stuck in his own mind cujo came bouncing over and pawed his leg happily trying to show Danny something so he stopped walking to see what it was that cujo wanted to show him. It turned out to be a old batarang laying there but it was a bit bloody so he let out a low chuft telling cujo to let it be and kept walking, cujo running up to his side after a little bit of sniffing at the discarded weapon.

he's still kind of annoyed that the only way he can talk to somebody makes his voice sound like he's on a OLD voice recorder. and when he does try and speak his mouth doesn't move so it just looks like he's standing there with his mouth wide open , it makes it REALY hard to help calm down folks he runs across and can be really creepy to some folks.

why does he hear crazed laughter?

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the clown didn't even stand a chance. danny didn't kill him, oh no.

he did make Shure he'd never harm anybody else again, tho and he mighhtttt have been a little bit creepy about it. but i mean come on? a ghosts gotta have fun sometimes and he DID called off cujo after a little bit of light maiming so who can blame him? no him at least.

.....

danny sadly didn't see the random civ who got a good photo of him and cujo when they had stopped for a little thanks the the fact that they had a VERY old camera or the fact that another civ get a VERY blurry video of him and cujo going cryptid on the clown....

(no clue how to make this look like a post on the internet so just imagen it is.)

(cujo is TINY and danny is HUGE he looks kinda like a black lab but the size and fluff of a newfoundland in meh brain)

the vid got posted after the photo and went viral within the next day.

cue red hood LOVEING those puppers and robin trying SO hard to adopt those dogs and FAILING again and again.

[ild-rllrcstr]

The Second Seat part 2

Lando Norris X You (female driver) / slight angst / 2.4K

part 1 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 (final part coming soon)

Summary You worked your way up to Formula One, contracted with McLaren, defying all odds. You play the team game: humble, strategic, and willing to follow orders, even if it means sacrificing podiums so Lando Norris can be the world champion. Every lap you sacrifice, every time you hold back, the world starts to doubt your talent. Lando sees it all. So he makes a choice: to give you the race, the recognition you deserve, and maybe his heart. You came for the drive, but you stayed for something more.

Warnings swearing A/N I'm trying to write something each day, and here comes the second part! Might still have one or two more parts of this coming, but let me know who I should write next! Although I speak French and English neither of them are my native languages so bear with me if there are mistakes (don’t hesitate to let me know also!)

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The atmosphere of the club was at its peak, but Lando was strangely not his usual party self. Something’s really bothering him. And Carlos noticed. He noticed how Lando took a long amount of time to show up, and he’s not that into the party even though he won Monaco and set the fastest record, again. 

“I thought by this time you’d be on the table dancing in your underwear by now. Monaco win? Fastest lap? Come on, champion.” Carlos stumbled down onto the couch next to Lando. 

“Yeah. Big night.”Lando’s pulled a weirdly fake smile staring blankly at whatever Charles and Pierre are doing, some French songs, clearly having trouble concentrating.

“So? What's going on? You’ve been weird the whole night. You ghosted us until midnight.”

Lando looked at Carlos, wondering if he should talk to about this, but he is not the best at hiding his emotions and thoughts. 

“It’s… Y/N, she seems to be having a hard time because of the race.” Carlos nodded, getting what Lando was talking about. 

“From P5 to P9 hurts, we’ve all been there, we know how it feels.” Lewis said firmly with compassion on one side, sipping his drink. 

“Please. As if she was gonna take Isack. She looked like she might, we’re in Monaco, we all know, and consider the rookie she is, she just had to blocked all our way like a rental kart session, it’s freaking stupid…” Lance, being a bit drunk, complained on the side as soon as he heard your name. Still mad about being blocked earlier in the race.

“Watch it, Stroll,” Lando shot a deadly glance at Lance. 

The slight raised in voice caught the attention of the others. Charles’ eyebrows wentup. Pierre paused mid-sip. Even Isack widen his eyes.

“I’m just saying what we’re all thinking. She was in P5. You think she suddenly forgot how to drive? No need to see the front to know that you’re boxing. It was for you to box clean, and she followed it like a good little number two.”

“Come again?” Lando’s now standing up, fuming. Carlos quickly stood up between the two.

“Number. Two. It’s the eighth Grand Prix now, isn’t it obvious enough? They’re making her your shadow, and you know it.” Lance smirked. “I don’t know why you’re this mad, it’s for your benefit, and she seems to be happy enough to just be sitting in a seat with us, no?” Lance was absolutely drunk out of his mind. 

Fernando quickly stood behind Lance, trying to stop the conversation, it was going too far. 

Lando was leaning forward, Carlos quickly held him back just in time, whispering in his ear, “Lando, too many people around, not a good moment.”

“Come on guys, sure it was shit call, but we all know strategy is strategy. It is like this in this competition, we’re not new to this. That’s respectful for Y/N’s teamwork, I got no beef. Perhaps we should be the ones learning a thing or two.” Alex stepped in between, helping Fernando to hold the drunk Canadian back. 

Lance was quickly retired to another corner with Fernando and Alex to make sure he doesn’t get involved in this anymore, seeing how drunk he was. Carlos and Charles are sandwiching Lando, making sure he calms down. 

Lando said nothing. But his fists clenched, jaw tightened, and the way he was staring into his untouched drink says everything.

“You know what, tomorrow, my yacht, we’re going on a ride, just to chill it out, it might help her. It’s her first time in Monaco, can’t have her leave my home town on a bad note.” Charles picked up his phone right away. 

“Allô, ça va merci, est-ce que c’est possible préparer mon yacht pour cet aprèm?”

(Hello, I’m well thank you. Is it possible to prepare my yacht for this afternoon?)

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The next day, you woke up with your head slightly spinning from all the crying you did last night. You probably cried yourself to sleep. 

‘16h à la porte, on attendera jusqu'à t’es là.’ - Charles

(16h at the port. We’ll wait until you show up.)

You looked at the time, it was already 13h, you dragged yourself to the shower, trying to reduce your puffy eyes and the weight behind them. You ended up ordering room service for some ice to help, along with some light food.

After a moment of hesitation, you pulled on a white maxi dress that hugged your shape softly, flowing like peace. One of the outfits you packed in the hope that Monaco would feel like a vacation, which was almost forgotten because of the race. You texted Charles apologising that you’ll be late for a bit.

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“En fin! Elle est là!” 

(Finally! Sh’e here!) 

Charles and Alexandra warmly greeted you.

“Merci pour m'inviter.”

(Thank you for inviting me.)

You smiled softly.

Even Leo wagged his tail like he knew you needed softness today.

“Mon chouchou!”

(My darling!)

You knelt to greet Leo with a little smile. You’ve built your little friendship with the little guy quickly throughout the races. The wind carried your perfume, your hair fluttering elegantly. 

Lando did not understand French, but hearing Charles’ loud voice, he came out of the cabin. You were kneeling down, playing with Leo and didn’t really notice him. Once you stood back up, Lando got a full sight of you.

For once, you are not in your fireproof suit, not with a helmet and tired eyes, not in the simulation, not with data sheets, but in something flowing and softly white, but still with a soft smile you were clearly forcing to wear, which made him pause.

He had one hand in his trouser pockets, another one holding on to his drink tightly.

“Wow, am I in the inner circle already?” You energetically smiled and joked when you entered the cabin, seeing only a couple of the drivers were on the yacht. 

Good actress. Lando looked at you on the side, somehow seeing through you, not understanding why you are like this. 

Lando almost caught you red-eyed last night, and you really don’t need more people on your tail.

The others chuckled. “You speak French, that’s already a fast lane ticket to this circle.” Pierre joked back. 

You were surrounded by your new friends, everyone was on the dock enjoying the sun. Carlos and Rebecca were laughing over a Uno game going on with Lando. Lewis was lounging quietly, sunglasses on, but you felt his gaze check on you once or twice. Pierre had his arm draped lazily over Francisca’s shoulders, the two whispering between bites of fruit. It was all easy, golden, safe.

“Don’t let the media get to you,” Lewis said gently, handing you a drink. “You did what was asked. That’s more than a lot of people would do.”

Charles approached and continued, “If it were reversed, if Lando were told to hold up traffic for you and he did, people would be calling it ‘brilliant teamwork.’ But when you do it, it’s ‘lack of pace.’ Fuck that.”

You smiled, small and tight. “It’s fine. Really.”

“Non,” Charles said firmly. “C’est grave,” (It’s serious.)

“They used you. And you took it.”

“It’s just part of the job,” you replied, trying to make it sound light.

Lando was not sitting far, he was hearing the conversation with the Uno in his hands, losing count of the cards he was pulling for the +4 card. He dropped the cards and stood up. Too suddenly.

“Stop saying that,” he snapped.

Everyone fell silent.

“Why do you keep pretending it doesn’t matter?”

Your eyes flicked up to him, startled but calm.

“Because maybe it’s not yet the time for me to start acting like it matters. That’s not what McLaren needs from me right now. Like I always said, I’m doing what my team needs me to.”

His jaw flexed. “McLaren needs your silence, then? Your obedience? You think that’s loyalty? It’s survival. That’s not the same.”

Everyone was watching intensely, this was not what Charles organised this cruise for.

Lando took a step closer, voice lower but shaking.

“You had Hadjar. You had him. And they made you back down. Then you held off half the grid with dead tires like it was nothing.”

You stood, keeping your expression even.

“Maybe it is survival for me, being the only female in this competition. It was done for you, but what’s done is done. Enjoy your victory and we move on.”

“No,” he said, voice cracking.

“You move on. But to what? Another Grand Prix where you can’t show people what you basically sleep in the simulator and a swarm of data sheets for? You act like it never hurts. Like this doesn’t eat you alive. But I see it. I saw your face yesterday. And I fucking hate that you won’t let yourself say it out loud.”

You swallowed. The wind curled around you both. His chest was rising too fast. No one said a word.

Lando was right, but so were you.

“…It’s not your job to hate it for me,” you said, quieter now.

Lando’s reply came after a beat. “Yeah. But someone has to, and you are clearly not doing it.”

Lando left for the other side of the dock, Carlos followed. Charles and Alexandra came to make sure you’re okay. It took you everything to not break down in front of everyone. 

“Suis désolé pour ça, je voulais pas de mettre l’ambiance comme ça.”

(I’m sorry for this, I didn’t want to make the vibe like this.)

You sighed and softly apologized to Charles and Alexandra, feeling guilty.

“T'inquiète pas ma belle, c'est pas ta faute.” 

(Don’t worry, my pretty, it’s not your fault.)

 Alexandra gave you a tight hug.

“J'avoue qu'il aurait pu t'approcher sur ça plus gentiment, mais c’est parce que Il tient vraiment à toi, tu sais. Il était à deux doigts de se battre avec Lance hier. Je lui ai jamais vu comme ça.” 

(I admit he could’ve approached you about this more gently, but it’s because he really cares about you, you know. He was this close to going into a fight with Lance yesterday. I’ve never seen him like this.)

Charles leaned on the rail while Alexandra kept you in a cute side hug.

You looked at Charles with your eyebrows frowned. That’s when he told you what happened yesterday at the club. 

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The atmosphere was saved by dinner, although you and Lando sat on the opposite side of the table, the perfect corner to avoid each other. You sat between Alexandra and Lewis, both have been extra nice with you the whole afternoon, making sure you feel better, at least you looked like you felt better.

After dinner, on the ride back, you sat on the end of the yacht, watching the sunset. The hum of the motor and the wave were calming, along with the wind and the orange rays of sunset. It was so peaceful that you just let your mind empty.

You heard footsteps, but didn’t bother to turn around. The person sat next to you, mimicking your position. 

Lando. 

Both of you sat there for a long while without talking, just feeling how the wind blew through.

"Thank you for defending me yesterday at the club, Charles told me." You quietly said.

“Lance was drunk and stepping out of the line." He paused, "I’m sorry for lashing out like that earlier.” He quietly said, looking straight at the water.

“You’re not wrong. But if my little sacrifice can make it easy for everyone, I do think it’s worth it.”

Your words were frustrating him again, but he tried to calm himself down, since it did not end well the way he reacted earlier. 

“You don’t owe them comfort. You don’t owe me silence either. You are my teammate, but we’re supposed to push each other and not starve one to feed another, we’re McLaren we can have enough for both of us.” 

He wasn’t just angry anymore. He was hurting.

You turned to look at him, and there was something raw in his eyes, the kind of frustration that only comes from caring too much, like he’s begging you. 

“I don’t want to be the reason the team loses trust. If I break down, it’s not just me who suffers. It reflects on every woman trying to get into this sport. I believe the team has its plan, and I want to trust their decisions.”

 “So you’re just going to bleed for everyone in silence?” It was pure bitterness in Lando’s voice.

You smiled faintly. “If that’s what it takes.”

He looked at you then, really looked, and there was something in his gaze that burns hotter than an F1 engine running at 200km/h.

“I can’t stand watching them waste you.” Lando gritted his teeth.

“They’re not wasting me. I’m still here. And you’re getting the huge top rank gap between you and Lewis.” You were saying so, but you can’t look straight in his eyes to say these words.

“Yeah, but for how long before they break you, trying to make you small? And to be honest, I won’t feel like a real champion if I’m getting it like this”

Silence again. The air between you was tight with everything unsaid.

“Don’t care so much, Lando. It’ll hurt you.” You stared at the line where the sun disappeared into the water.

Lando almost whispered, “Too late.”

You looked up at him, heart pounding for reasons that had no longer anything to do with racing anymore.

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“Should I go see if everything’s okay over there?” Carlos asked, eyes fixated on the two at the end of the yacht.

Everyone was trying to be subtle, but 8 of them all squeezing near the cabin opening to see what’s going on was very obvious and somehow comic. 

“I think we can leave them alone for now.” Charles was concerned, but the situation didn’t seem to need interfering for the moment.

“It’s scary when Lando is like that, it’s new and unpredictable,” Pierre muttered, stating what most were feeling. 

“Are you guys for real?” Lewis distanced himself from the others, looking at them as if they all had three heads.

“What?” Charles voices everyone’s confusion.

“Do you guys seriously not see why might be the reason he’s like that?” Lewis smirked.

The others looked at each other, still confused. Then Alexandra’s eyes widened and she looked back at Lewis in disbelief. Lewis shrugged, confirming what Alexandra’s thinking.

“Merde, ne me dis pas qu’il l’aime” Charles whispered.

(Shit, don’t tell me he likes her.)

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[unevenpatterns]

1: Do you/would you like to write professionally? I wanted to as a child, but now I'm fine just doing it for fun.

2: Which author has influenced you the most? Probably Tamora Pierce. Sooo many female protagonists being badass in different ways.

3: Any guilty pleasures (books/fics)? Does fanfic count? Because that is definitely the number 1 guilty pleasure I have.

4: What’s better (or the least bad): character over plot or plot over character? Character over plot. I've read some stories with great characters and no plot that were still wildly entertaining. I've also read books that by all means should have been great based on the plot, but where the characters were awful. It's like eating a burnt cookie. It could have been good, but it was ruined.

5: Do you think stories can change lives? Is there a story that has changed yours? Yes. I don't think there's one singular story that has changed mine, but the collective of the stories I've read have definitely affected how I think and it has given a safe space to escape to in difficult times.

6: What’s your biggest pet peeve when it comes to writing? When I can tell that the sentence is worded clumsily, but I cannot figure out how to make it smooth.

7: Do you listen to music while you write/read? No.

8: Favorite quotes?

9: If you could wish for a new book from any author, who would it be? It would be real nice if Patrick Rothfuss could finish up the King Killer Chronicles is all I'm saying.

10: What’s your favorite trope? Enemies to lovers.

11: What’s your (least) favorite overused trope? Love triangle. I'm personally of the opinion that if someone can't figure out who they want then I'm getting the hell out of there. In writing I'll just make them a throuple.

12: Which trope would you absolutely abolish? Mary Sue. I want my characters flawed and messed up. The worst offender is when a canonicly mess of a person is ✨fixed✨ and suddenly speak like they came straight out of a therapy session and has gained infinite emotional understanding and patience.

13: Are there any tropes you’re embarrassed for enjoying? Arranged marriage fics. In reality it can have some really nasty implications, but the complicated emotions and "oh no is it unrequited?" just gets to me.

14: Do you have a go-to AU? Nope.

15: What kind of character do you wish you saw portrayed more often? Competent characters that still mess up with the thing they are supposed to be good at. Perfection is boring and unrealistic.

16: What’s more frustrating: plotholes or OOC characters? OOC characters. I can "forget" that there is a plothole if the story is otherwise good enough, but I get pulled out of the story if the character portrayal is inconsistent or doesn't make sense.

17: What’s more draining: writing smut, fluff or angst? Neither one of them. I just chose only to write whichever I'm in the mood for. That's the upside of having many WIPs.

18: Are you a ‘neatly designed outline’ writer or a ‘fuck it i’ll figure it out as i go’ writer? I usually have an idea of where I want the characters to end up and then I realise I have to built a whole story to get them there. So there's a clear endgoal, but whatever happens in between to get there is "figure it out as I go".

19: Do you think major character deaths are ever necessary? Sure, just depends on the story and genre.

20: If you could ‘unkill’ any character from any story, who would it be? Jet from Avatar.

21: Would you like to write an alternative ending for any of your favorite shows/books/etc? Yup, and I already have.

22: Are you more likely to be the person who starts reading a 100k slow burn fic at midnight or the person who starts writing a drabble at 4 a.m.? Reading. I've done way more reading than writing and writing requires effort that 4 am me rarely has.

pick just one:

23: fluff or angst? Angst 100%

24: fantasy or sci-fi? Fantasy

25: fake dating AU or inpromptu babysitting AU? Fake dating. I'm not big on babysitting AU, but "Accidental Baby Aquisition" is the best shit. The potential for chaos, comedy and found family? Yes please.

26: road trip AU or high school AU? High school. I've only read one good road trip fic, but I've come across many decent high school AU's.

27: coffee shop AU or florist AU? Coffee shop.

28: stuck in an elevator AU or camping gone bad AU? I don't think I've ever read either of them.

29: 20s AU or 50s AU? 50s. I simply don't know enough about the 20s to have a good sense for what the time was like.

30: high school AU from a fantasy/sci-fi story or fantasy/sci fi AU from a realistic story? High school AU. (It's a lot of work to built a nice fantasy/sci fi world and I rarely see it done well)

31: mythological creature AU or superhero AU? Depends on the fandom.

32: meet cute or meet ugly? Meet ugly for sure.

A writing/reading ask meme!

[dolliewon]

ENEMIES s.jy

PAIRING: arrogant!jake x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS: You attended your best friend Wonyoung's birthday party. You knew he'd be there, not only because the world was against you, but also because you shared the same social circle. But you didn't expect him to end up confessing things you'd never believe from someone like him after seeing you leave a room with someone who wasn't him.

WORDCOUNTER: 19k

WARNINGS: not reviewed!!!, enemies to ??, unprotected sex, mentions of alcohol & smoking, reader fucks jungwon before jake!, nicknames ( Pretty girl, princess, darling, little slut, vixen and I don 't remember how many more! ) , choking, jake!obssesive, sucking cock, compliments, jake does not provide aftercare to reader, and I don't think I forgot anything!

dolliewon's notes: english is not my mother tongue. mdni.

You closed the door of Heeseung's sports car as you got out, scanning the family home. Music could be heard outside, and judging by the number of cars parked outside, you knew your friend had invited the entire campus and any of their friends.

It didn't take long for Heeseung to walk around the car and walk to your side, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his dark jeans and a smile on his lips.

"Let's go" He said happily before starting to walk a cross the green grass, surrounding his huge house. You followed behind him, already beginning to feel the euphoria slowly entering your body as you got closer to the number of people outside and the music felt more intense.

There were some in the pool, others drinking, and one or two couples kissing desperately in some corner of the place in the back garden. From outside you could see the number of people inside the house, dancing everywhere.

"Wonyoung must be inside, I'll go with Jay" your friend warned you, speaking loudly, so that you could hear him over the music. Giving him a smile and an 'okay' was enough for him to start walking in the opposite direction to where you planned to go.

You walked through the sweaty bodies, the smell of alcohol and sweat was the only thing you could feel as you continued rubbing your body against the others, causing the short dress you were wearing to rise to the top of your thighs.

It didn't take you long to fix it when you managed to feel the fresh air again when you stood inside your best friend's living room. It didn't take long for you to recognize her, standing a few meters away from you with her boyfriend at her side and a familiar figure with his back to you.

You walked on your heels towards them, your eyes met the bright ones of Wonyoung who soon showed you his beautiful smile, causing his eyes to turn into bright crescents. Her makeup was subtle just like yours, just a little glitter on her eyelids, matching the white dress she was wearing.

He quickly launched himself on your body when he managed to get close enough. She wrapped her arms around you, laughing and holding you close to her.

"You're here! , I was missing you, was Heeseung late in coming to pick you up?" She spoke quickly, as his hands found their way to your cheeks.

"I'm fine, perfect." You smiled at her, before arranging the light bangs that fell over his forehead a little. "Happy birthday, my cupcake," you said, placing a scant kiss on her nose.

His cheeks soon took on a rosy color and his lips curved sweetly, her left a tap on your arm, before taking your wrist.

"We have to say hello," she said smiling as she guided you to where her boyfriend and apparently, Jake, were. Wonyoung knew about your notorious 'rivalry' with Jake, but you both had the same circle of friends, you couldn't just go around ignoring and insulting each other or so your friend said.

"I need some drinks first," you said, stopping your steps, your brown eyes watching her. "You'll have all night to drink." Wonyoung told you smiling, before approaching the male duo again.

Sunghoon's curious eyes went to you, and he greeted you with a slight smile, before raising the disposable cup to his lips again, drinking whatever liquid he had chosen. On the other hand, you felt the familiar gaze, which seemed to pierce your being with the intensity of it, you didn't even have to see it to know that it was him, Jake, with his arms crossed over his chest and a mocking smile that you had gotten used to.

see since you met him.

His eyes did not stray from you, you knew that he was only looking for you to get upset so he could mock you and look away. You wouldn't do it, of course not. You ignored how intense it was, and how irritating that chuckle he let out when you opened your mouth to speak managed to be; you sighed heavily, before refocusing on your friend, who was now wrapped in her boyfriend's arm.

"Then I fly." You told her along with a forced smile before disappearing from that circle as quickly as you could.

It didn't take long for Wonyoung to run after you, wrapping him arm around yours, making both steps between the bodies enjoying the music.

"They would have to stop that rivalry someday" Wonyoung spoke, making you spin around and your back playing their song, while both began to move to the rhythm that was heard through the speakers scattered throughout the place.

You ignored his comment, letting yourself go as you drank the liquid from the glass that Wonyoung had given you seconds before. You closed your eyes, trying to get used to the familiar burn of the vodka that you and your friend always drank; your hips swayed next to your friend's, the slight discomfort you had taken a few minutes ago had disappeared, as you felt the effect of the alcohol already in your system, slightly.

The minutes continued to pass, as did the different topics, each one of which was experienced by you and Wonyoung.

You were with your neck resting on his shoulder, when you felt the third presence of someone between you, it was too obvious that it was his boyfriend, did you care? Of course not. Your hips continued to move regardless of the fact that she had walked away with her lovers without first whispering over the music: "I'll be back later" although you would know that she wouldn't come back and leave you stood up for the rest of the night just for preferring a couple of kisses with her boyfriend.

Your left hand was still holding the small bag you had never taken out. You preferred to ignore the detail, while your mind became clouded with some kind of peace and tranquility, your hips moving like the rest of your body. Collide with bodies? It would always happen and you were more than used to it.

Without paying attention to the time that continued to pass, your body asked you for more alcohol if you wanted to continue dancing. You made your way between the euphoric bodies, trying to get out of them and be able to walk to the kitchen.

You pushed open the kitchen door with a sigh, finding heeseung and your other friend, karina inside it, practically eating each other. You adjusted your bag on your shoulder as a slight frown appeared between your brows in confusion; "He said he was going to see Jay," you said to yourself, remembering what your friend's brother told you an hour ago; before downplaying it and making your way close to where you appreciated varieties of bottles. Whether they have a relationship or just don't know each other now wasn't your business, anyway... you always shipped them both to each other.

"Your name is Jay now, Rina" you spoke smiling in the silence apparently uncomfortable for them, while you filled the red plastic cup; Their faces were slightly flushed under the dim white light of the kitchen. Karina seemed to get slightly confused although she only sounds like Heeseung did in your direction.

You finished pouring the clear liquid and turned to your friends with a smile again. You winked at both of your friends, before taking the glass in your empty hand and beginning to back away towards the door you entered moments ago.

"I won't bother you anymore" was the last thing you said before leaving the kitchen and hearing the music booming inside there even louder. Your orbs scanned the room, focusing on the familiar couch in the middle of the room, where your group of friends were sitting, except three presences were missing from there: Karina, Heeseung, and... Jake.

You sighed happily at the absence of the last named before approaching them, Chaewon, who soon gave you her smile before taking a sip from her glass again. You left a kiss on her cheek in greeting just like she did with you.

"Where were you—" the short-haired girl tried to continue asking before a question from Jay interrupted her. "Or who were you with?" His sideways smile highlighting his single dimple made you smile and you could only roll your eyes at his question.

"I was there, alone, since someone preferred to leave me for the boyfriend and his kisses" You said, staring at Wonyoung making him laugh.

"You've left me for your boyfriends too!" wonyoung exclaimed, a pout on his lips.

"Of course not!" You said quickly, before the other boys burst out laughing.

"Of course!" Chaewon spoke, as she playfully bumped your shoulder with hers.

After having had a couple more drinks with the boys, you wanted to go out to smoke a little and get some air. Since none of your boys shared the same vice as you, except Jaeyun and Heeseung, but one had taken your friend to his room and the other you couldn't even see from less than five meters away, which already generated that bitterness in your stomach and something else that you thought was indecipherable.

You raised your shoulders while stretching your neck slightly and began walking around the room, surrounding the round of sweaty bodies, if you will. You walked along the immense walls that continued to connect the spacious room, recognizing some faces along the way, which you had seen more than a couple of times in a class or campus team game.

The tips of your heels made a dull sound against the carpeted wood of the stairs as you continued climbing its steps, seeking to reach the second floor that somehow you knew would be full of couples up there.

Walking along the polished wood of the floor, noticing the couples that were there as you assumed. "Looks like some were luckier tonight," you thought as you let out a light, low chuckle to yourself.

You continued with your steps forward. Your attention was caught by one of the many white doors opening, from which a couple came out laughing, you recognized his figure: jaeyun. Idiot number one with his arm wrapped around the shoulders of an apparently dyed blonde since her roots were a dark raven hair. His smile seemed to be bigger than that of a child with a new toy; She was a new toy.

He winked at you arrogantly as you passed by him, to which you could only roll your eyes, whatever you did whenever he was around. You lightly squeezed the plastic cup in your hand after you were able to get it out of sight. Maybe it was just his shitty smile, right? Yes, it was surely that arrogance that he showed you that caused a sour feeling inside you.

You turned to your left, wanting to enjoy its balcony, although a person had already taken your place.

He had his back to you, hunched over the railing, apparently smoking, obvious by the cloud of smoke above him, which quickly mixed with the cool night air.

You tried not to pay so much attention to him, before turning to the small table and pair of chairs on the same balcony; You sat down in one of them, left your bag on the table and turned your gaze now to the face that was watching you in silence.

It seemed somehow familiar to you, you should have seen it at some of the basketball games that your friend forced you to attend because of her boyfriend. His attractive features, his slight smile or his aura itself, he looked better than you could ever remember and he looked damn beautiful while smoking.

Maybe it was just the alcohol you drank that was now in your system, or it was just the way the moonlight highlighted his slightly tanned skin, highlighting his features that matched perfectly with his dark clothes and slightly messy hair.

His cat-like face and how intense his dark eyes were from the lack of light out there, how well the shirt fit him and the position only made his toned body stand out more, made something other than your heart start to beat.

Your mind kept trying to think of where you had seen him, you knew that you knew his name better than you thought, but something in your mind couldn't finish putting the puzzle together; Did you see it elsewhere? surely. Had you ever had a chat with him? I don't know, did he seem too familiar and not being able to remember his name started to create some kind of anxiety in you? Yeah. The more you thought, their gazes continued to intertwine, both of them in a somewhat comfortable silence, so to speak.

But you still didn't remember him from the background, you kept putting pieces together, his name? You were more sure that it started with the letter 'j' or 't', Taesan? Jonmin? Jaewon? You didn't know, but you kept watching him so directly, wanting to know, you needed him.

Suddenly, you remembered. You felt too worthless not to recognize him as soon as you saw him, maybe the alcohol made you like that? Maybe it hasn't happened to you before.

Yang Jungwon. You repeated yourself. And you repeated yourself about fifty times.

He was popular on campus, as the group you surrounded yourself with was popular, you knew he was friends with the boys or so you saw during lunches that he sat next to them, but you never got close enough to him to know him more than at first glance. He was on the team with the boys, did you give him the attention he needed during those games? No, and you were realizing it now. Regretting it for paying too much attention to Jay as if he were your father.

Jay had always forbidden you in a certain way, of all his friends, jungwon was forbidden just like Heeseung. But you were never really interested in heeseung. But Jungwon? He was on the list of those who created a wetness between your legs with just one look.

His dark brown orbs observed you, stopping at the delicate necklace that decorated around your neck, resting under your collarbone, before going down to observe your black dress, which clung to you like a second skin and going over you again until they joined their gazes again.

"Why are you here?" He said, not meaning to sound bad, although to your ears it sounded better than you could explain. "Alone and without some boy chasing you?"

If it were anyone else and you hadn't ingested so much alcohol, you'd know damn well he would have gone for the jugular with your rude answers, but you just scoffed at his last question as you closed your eyes, before taking a cigarette from the box you left next to you next to your drink. You let it rest between your lips as you turned it on, never taking your eyes off of him.

"I prefer fresh air," you said, exhaling the air from your lungs, with the smoke getting lost in the darkness of the night, before your gaze lost itself in the dark starry sky above you.

You smiled for no reason, turning your orbs towards him.

A smile curved his thin lips, highlighting the dimples on the sides of both cheeks. He turned to you, now with only one arm resting on the railing, giving you his full attention.

He looked better, his shoulders broad and his waist smaller, his worked muscles that stood out under the fabric of the dark shirt and that you were now dying to see without it.

"You just didn't get anything yet?" He commented smiling, as if he was reading you like an open book. The crooked smile on his face looked better than you could express, his dark eyes examining you making you weak in the knees. If you had to go home with someone you would definitely go with them.

You laughed, bringing the cigarette back to your lips, inhaling the minty flavor of it. Your lips twisted into a smile as did his, as you got up from the seat and walked to his side, or rather his front.

Your arms rested on the railing and you took a panoramic view of the backyard of Wonyoung's house.

"Of course not," you lied, looking down at the pool below, where there were still more people.

"Of course," he commented smiling, as if he were close to you and knew all your movements.

The silence prolonged again in you, who observed the view that could be seen from the same balcony. The light of the full moon illuminated between you, as if wanting to encourage you to continue talking, but the silence spoke for you.

You watched as he threw away the butt of the finished cigarette; the strange thing? He didn't seem to want to go downstairs to drink or maybe look for a girlfriend, if he had one, but he stayed there with you. In silence. As if it were something cozy for both of them and at the same time normal. His presence shook you but at the same time made you feel warm.

You don't know how it happened, maybe it was the spontaneous topics that began to arise as the minutes passed or it was just the tension that continued to build up between you every time your eyes met and you intertwined with something more than a simple smoking chat on the balcony.

His mouth was on yours, kissing you with that roughness and at the same time care that you always liked. His arms wrapped around your lower back, resting on the curve of it and your plump ass, which on more than one occasion he had given a squeeze that only made your core throb more desperately.

He seemed to read you too well, his precise hands touching places that made your head cloud more than the alcohol could do to you. Your fingers buried between the roots of his hair, as you continued to mess it up as you pulled and squeezed it between your fingers at the provocation caused by his knee pressed firmly against your clothed cunt.

His warm muscle ran through your entire cervical spine, without leaving a single space that he couldn't touch. He intertwined with yours, sucking on your tongue only for you to continue gasping against his mouth at his simple action, which went straight to his ego.

You wanted to push him and take him to any room or bathroom nearby, but you thought that if you walked away you wouldn't be able to take a single step before falling to the floor. Because? because your legs turned to jelly since he started kissing you, if it weren't for his arms holding you up you would know you would be on your knees right there, but maybe it would be good to be on your knees, right? if you would be sucking his cock instead of letting him devour your mouth like a hungry animal and have complete control over you.

The lack of air only made everything more intense than you thought, your back was still pressed against the balcony railing while he continued devouring your lips. Their reddish lipstick? you would know it would be spread all over your lower face and he would be just like you.

You separated your swollen lips from his slightly, only for him to begin trailing kisses down your jaw, following your jawline, and beginning to decorate your neck with his kisses.

He sucked on the sensitive skin, causing your hands to now clench the fabric of his shirt between your palms at the overwhelming sensation of his teeth scraping against your skin. You had always known that your sensitive spot was your neck, but the way he applied that pressure enough to make you dizzy made you let out another gasp that wasn't caught by his lips and reached your ears softly like a choir of angels.

He giggled, now with his teeth again pulling at your skin elsewhere. You would know that it would leave more than one mark, but it was the thing that interested you the least right now.

Your hips rocked on his thigh, rubbing your neglected pussy, looking for something that could soothe the ache between your legs that you've been enduring for several minutes now. Your moment wasn't as long as you would have expected, as his arms stopped your hips, making your big doe eyes look at him with some kind of confusion.

"C' on princess, I need somewhere more comfortable for you." His cheeky words only made the stain on your panties intensify and stick uncomfortably to your center as you tried to match his footsteps.

He dragged you behind him, leaving the balcony and walking down the second floor. He approached one of the many white doors on the second floor. He knocked on the door before entering, and finding a guest room, which you would know there were many more due to the number of doors in the immense house that you knew perfectly well.

Jungwon wasted no time in dragging you back inside the four walls, closing the door behind you. His eager lips joined your still swollen lips again, you returned it to him with the same enthusiasm that he gave you while you threw your bag somewhere in the room. guiding your body towards the double bed in the room. The back of your knees collided with her, before your body fell gently onto the sheets.

Your fingers wasted no time in starting to unbutton the buttons on his shirt, wanting to quickly feel his skin. He just smiled, separating himself from your lips, leaning on his two arms on the sides of your head while you took care of throwing his shirt somewhere in the room, just wanting to appreciate it.

Your eyes watched him carefully, his abs worked like the rest of his muscles, marked arms, and beefy chest. His muscles hit another sensitive spot inside you.

Although before your saliva escaped your mouth, his hands moved up the skirt of your dress to your stomach, before finding their place between your already open thighs.

The stain that ran the length of your lower lips, which only explained how good his simple actions felt to you. The thin fabric clung completely to you.

"How beautiful," he whispered towards you, before attaching his lips to your cocoon, with the cotton of your clothes impregnated with your scent.

His warm hands ran up the sides of your thighs, while his mouth savored your sweet taste through the fabric that covered him. A loud gasp escaped your lips, as he licked all over your clothed slit.

Your fingers quickly found their place in his hair again, as you lightly tugged at the strands while your teeth took your bottom lip between your teeth, trying at least to hide your sounds.

His fingers found the waistband of your panties, dragging them teasingly over your legs until he finally removed them and stuffed them into the back pocket of his jeans before opening your legs wide for him again.

His hands found their place halfway between them caressing them and teasingly bringing them closer to your center that was craving attention before moving away again.

"Wonie, do something," you spoke, trying to hold back the gasp that tried to escape your throat when you felt his fingers dig into your soft flesh as you looked up at him.

"What do you want, pretty girl?" He purred, leaning into your face as his lips intertwined with yours.

A moan was torn from your chest at his clothed erection pressed against your dripping pussy. His lips continued to devour yours before leaving small kisses on your jaw again.

"W-wonie" you stuttered, your hands pushing the back of his neck towards your face wanting to kiss his lips again.

Low, yes he did but not to kiss you. His hands slowly lowered the straps of the small dress you were wearing. Kissing your collarbones, and covering them with his wet muscle.

How did you get here? You wouldn't know it, your mind was so overwhelmed by the obscene sounds of his cock moving in and out of your pussy at an animalistic pace, hitting all the right spots. His pelvis rhythmically slapped against the plumpness of your ass, while your face was still buried in the pillow beneath you.

The dress was left lying somewhere in the room and it was the last thing you thought about because you knew you couldn't... you couldn't be under it, while you let him fuck you however he wanted, using you? I don't think so, he just wanted to reach his release and you knew it well by the raw way his hips moved against the plumpness of your ass. You had already had yours on his cock; now with a second forming in your stomach.

But he was still friends with Jay, you couldn't have him with his cock buried in your velvety walls that sucked him in like a vise. Would Jay get angry? It was the thing you least thought about, your mind was full of: Jungwon.

His grunts only made more juices gush out of you, pooling in the white ring around the base of his cock that your other releases formed. Maybe it was just that no boy had ever made you run around as much as Jungwon was doing now, but you also tried to tell yourself that you had been too neglected in the last few weeks, that was why, right? Or it was just because its tip kissed your cervix in the best way.

"Fuck, you're so perfect," he growled, his nails digging into the soft marked flesh of your hips. Although he seemed to speak more to your pussy than to you.

What could you do? Nothing, just enjoy everything he gave you. His muffled gasps in time with his thrusts into you only caused the band inside you to stretch further.

Your thighs began to tremble, feeling like your threads would no longer resist the rough intensity in which he claimed you, because he was claiming you.

His thrusts began to falter, as one of his hands came down to caress your swollen clit. Another moan came from him, as his warm jets of his release painted all over your insides before his orgasm triggered yours.

Your flaccid body wanted to fall to the bed, exhausted. But his arms around your hips held you up, as jungwon withdrew his softened cock from your used hole.

He let your lower body press into the crumpled sheets beneath you as he took a spot next to you.

His right hand supported his head, while his eyes appreciated your happy face. His fingers gently ran up your back, tangling with your hair along the way.

Your eyelids opened again, meeting a smiling Jungwon and a light pink on his cheeks.

He smiled comfortably at you, leaving a kiss on your forehead as if it was normal in their relationship, but theirs wasn't a relationship.

The mere act or was it just his smile made your heart flutter in your chest. He walked away again and continued watching you just as you watched him.

He got out of bed, looking for your dress and his clothes. He put on his clothes haphazardly and without buttoning himself up, he approached the bed again, taking a place on the edge of it and patting one of his thighs.

You drew strength from where you couldn't to crawl towards him and sit on one of his legs before he left a kiss on the skin of your shoulder and began to messily place your dress on.

He stood up with an arm around your waist, after buttoning up his shirt with you still sitting staring at him like he was the most interesting thing in the world instead of getting up to look for your discarded bag.

"Okay, pretty girl," he murmured, smiling before handing you the small bag he grabbed from the floor seconds before. "It's time to go down."

He smiled opening the door and pulling you out with his arm still wrapped around you. You followed his footsteps, leaving the room to the second floor. His warm arm wrapped around you brought security in a strange way.

His different comments and funny things he would say at random, making you laugh at every thing Jungwon said. Who apparently only talked about that kind of thing to hear your soft laugh.

You walked with him down the second floor, smiling and with your eyes fixed on jungwon as if he were the only thing worth looking at in the hallway. Not until a familiar figure quickly stopped his steps in front of you.

Your eyes drifted from Jungwon to the static figure in front of you seemingly coming out of the bathroom. Jake. The smile on your face disappeared as did the expressions of happiness for having received one of the best fucks of your life.

His eyes were darker than normal as they scanned between you and jungwon. You could tell how tense his jaw was and the fists formed at his sides, but you just chose to ignore it.

You wanted to keep up with Jungwon, trying to go around Jake, only for him to grab your wrist, leaving a slight pressure that made you turn your head towards him in disbelief and at the same time annoyance, always annoyance.

"What the fuck are you doing?" you ask, raising an eyebrow at him. Jungwon behind you did nothing but watch the scene in front of him silently.

"Wonyoung sent me to find you," he lied. He probably lied. You would never believe anything that came out of his mouth.

You would never do it.

"I don't believe you," you rolled your eyes, before trying to get out of his grip, only for him to increase the pressure on the area.

"I'm serious," he questioned with his frown looking so hot, as he tried again to pull you towards him.

"She said she doesn't believe you, leave her already" Jungwon questioned with a frown now standing next to you, trying to pull you behind him.

An arrogant smile formed on his lips after hearing Jungwon's response. Jake could only let out a wry chuckle before facing Jungwon. Her eyes never left his.

—Just because you fucked her doesn't mean you know her completely. "The friend sent me, that's all," he mocked, raising both eyebrows slightly, after Jungwon let go of you and turned to look at you.

His eyes scanned yours, before leaning closer and whispering against your ear, his lips brushing against the shell of it. His warm breath reminded you of what happened less than a few minutes ago, to which you just gasped silently to yourself.

"I'll wait for you downstairs, pretty" with a kiss on your cheek and bumping his shoulder roughly with Jaeyun's, he left you there.

Alone.

And with the being you least wanted to see in your life.

You turned on your heel towards Jake, parting your lips to try and say something but he silenced you only with his hand wrapped around your neck.

—Jungwon? "Mhm?" he asked. His eyes seemed to pierce your face due to the intensity with which he looked at you, his fingers with a certain pressure on your neck that cut the air slightly.

Your hands traveled to hold his wrist, wanting to get it away from your neck. But his strength surpassed yours by thousands of times. Now you did believe that his biceps were that wide because of weights and not because of keratin for the muscles.

Your lips parted to say something, but you could only take a breath, doing nothing but staring at the darkness in his eyes.

—Aren't you talking, little whore? "Too bad," he smiled sarcastically before loosening his grip on your neck and shoving you into the first door his desperate eyes saw.

He wanted to take it all in when you watched him lock the door, the small frown on your brow made him laugh as his steps approached you, as if you were just a little deer in front of the wolf.

"And wonyoung?" you asked, wanting to avoid paying attention to the growing hunger in his eyes.

—Wonyoung must be fucking Sunghoon, like you did with Jungwon and just like Karina did with Heeseung—, you rolled your eyes. He always had eyes everywhere and claimed to be right about everything?

You wanted to go around him and leave, but again he grabbed your wrist with such force that he would leave some mark on your sensitive skin. Your frown was still there, your eyes narrowed as he seemed to just enjoy seeing you like this.

"What the fuck, jaeyun? What's wrong with you today?" You asked sharply, before his lips came to rest on yours with animalistic desire.

Jaeyun didn't respond immediately. His lips moved over yours with a desperation that bordered on madness, as if he wanted to devour you in an attempt to reassert his dominance. His hands gripped your waist, pulling you towards him, as his ragged breath brushed against your cheek.

You tried to push him away, but his grip became firmer. His strength immobilized you, and although your body reacted with a mixture of fear and adrenaline, something in his dark eyes captured you. It was anger, desire, frustration... a whirlwind of emotions that you didn't quite understand.

"Jake, stop it..." you murmured, your voice shaky but firm.

His jaw tightened. For a moment, he seemed to be torn between letting go or continuing. Then, his grip on your wrist loosened, but not enough to let you go.

—Enough? —he repeated with a bitter smile—. Just like when you decided Jungwon could touch you? Or when you pretended you didn't want to jump at me when you saw me?

His words were like sharp daggers stabbing into your chest. You didn't expect him to mention that, much less in that resentful tone. You tried to pull away again, but he held his ground, his fingers caressing your skin with a disturbing softness.

"It's not what you think..." you tried to explain, but Jaeyun let out a short, humorless laugh.

—You always say the same thing. But you know what? I don't want to hear excuses anymore.

His lips slid to your neck, his hot breath tingling your skin. An electric current ran through your body as his hand slid to your back, trapping you against the wood of the door.

"Tell me to stop," he whispered, his voice deep and heavy with desire. Tell me, and I will do it.

But you didn't say anything.

The silence between you became dense, as thick as the tension that hung in the air. Jaeyun pulled away just a few centimeters, his eyes exploring yours, searching for something in your gaze.

"I thought so..." he muttered before leaning towards you again, determined to claim what he thought was his.

His proximity burned your skin, his every breath intermingled with yours in a dangerous swing that you knew wouldn't end well. You felt his firm grip on your back, the pressure of his body against yours, and although your mind screamed for you to get away, your body remained motionless.

Jake waited, his lips barely brushing yours, giving you the chance to speak, to tell him to stop. But you didn't. Not because you didn't want to, but because you knew that, deep down, a part of you was trapped in the intensity of his dark gaze.

His hand slowly slid to your jaw, forcing you to stare at him. His eyes were full of rage, of desire, of something you couldn't quite decipher, but he looked like he was always trying to hold back some carnal desire.

—Why do you always run? —he whispered with a mixture of frustration and desperation—. Tell me, do you really want me to stop?

The lump in your throat grew heavier. You felt like you were walking a tightrope, about to fall into the abyss of everything Jaeyun stood for.

You took a breath and, with a trembling voice, barely a murmur, you responded:

"Don't know..."

That was enough for him.

Jaeyun didn't wait any longer. This time, his lips took hold of yours with a fierceness that left you breathless. His hands explored your body with a mix of urgency and devotion, as if he wanted to memorize every inch of your skin. His tongue slid into your mouth, claiming you in a way no one else had before.

You tried to hold on to your sanity, but it was getting harder. His aroma, his touch, his heat... everything enveloped you like a storm that you couldn't avoid.

But then, a noise from the other side of the door made them stop.

Jaeyun stood still, his breathing labored. His eyes narrowed and his jaw tensed as he heard the sound of approaching footsteps.

"fuckt..." he whispered, with a mix of anger and frustration.

Your hands shook as you gently pushed him away, trying to catch your breath.

"We have to get out of here..." you said, trying to gather your thoughts.

But Jaeyun didn't let go of you immediately. His fingers slid over your wrist, his gaze still locked on yours.

"This is not over," he said hoarsely. I'm not going to let you continue running away from me.

The sound of the door opening forced them to separate completely. Your heart was racing as you tried to act normal. But you knew that after this, nothing would be the same again.

—What were they doing here? —asked a curious voice.

And seeing who was standing in the doorway, you knew the situation had just gotten a lot more complicated.

Your body tensed as you saw the silhouette at the entrance. The light from the hallway illuminated the figure of Jungwon, who was observing them with a suspicious expression.

"What were you doing here?" His voice sounded neutral, but his eyes locked on you for a second too long.

Jaeyun didn't move. His grip on your wrist tightened, as if he was afraid you were going to run right then. His stance remained firm, his gaze dark and calculating.

"Nothing that matters to you," Jaeyun replied coldly, his voice dripping with danger.

Jungwon raised an eyebrow, but his attention returned to you. You felt his expression change, his jaw clenching as he noticed how upset you were. Before you could say anything else, Jaeyun roughly pulled you up and placed you behind him, as if he was claiming what was his.

-Let's go. —His voice brooked no discussion.

You didn't have a chance to react when Jaeyun intertwined his fingers with yours and practically dragged you out of the room. He walked with firm steps, his knuckles white from the strength with which he held you.

"Jake... let me go," you protested, trying to get away.

But his grip only grew stronger.

-No -. His response was curt, lacking patience.

When they reached a more secluded hallway, he gently pushed you against the wall. His body leaned over yours, locking you in with no escape. His eyes were clouded by something darker than simple desire.

—Why do you keep doing this to me? —he murmured, his voice barely a whisper laden with reproach—. I've given you everything, I've protected you from everyone... and yet, you still act like you can escape me.

You gulped. Something in his tone made you feel like you were dealing with someone much more dangerous than you had imagined. Something deeper than an enmity or obsession.

"I'm not yours, Jaeyun," you managed to say, your voice shaking. "I never was and I never will be"

His laugh was dry, full of disbelief.

"Aren't you mine?" —he repeated, leaning even closer, until his warm breath hit your skin—. Tell me then, why does your body always respond to me? Why don't you stop me when I touch you?

Your breath hitched as his hand slowly slid down your arm, leaving a trail of fire in its path. His touch was firm, demanding, as if he were etching his presence into you.

—I'm not interested in what you say. His voice dropped to a venomous whisper. You are mine. And I'm not going to let anyone else touch you.

His lips brushed the curve of your jaw with torturous slowness. Each word of his wrapped around you like invisible chains that tightened more and more.

"I'm going to make sure no one else comes near you." Not Jungwon, not Riki... not anyone.

His hand moved up to your neck again, not squeezing, but enough to remind you that there was no escape.

—I'm going to make you understand that I'm the only one who can have you.

His words were a dangerous promise. And worst of all, deep down, you knew they weren't just empty threats.

You knew Jake would do whatever it took to keep you by his side...even if it meant breaking you completely.

He walked again towards another room, when he heard muffled footsteps approaching. His fingers now wrapped around your wrist as he dragged you behind him and into the room.

Your eyes watched her: basic as always. Of guests. You heard the door being locked before Jake's dangerous steps approached.

"On your knees," his tone was harsh. An order, that you knew deep down you had to comply, if you didn't want consequences. You took too long, processing your thoughts before hearing his voice again with a few octaves lower. - Now -.

Your knees touched the cold floor, a shiver ran down your spine, but you didn't dare move. Jake stood in front of you, watching you with a dark, almost hungry gaze.

"This is how you should be," he murmured, leaning slightly to brush his fingers against your chin. At my mercy.

The silence between them was thick, suffocating. His labored breathing filled the room, as every second became latent torture. Your eyes remained on his face, no matter how much you wanted to move them away, his orbs were an invisible magnet, leaving your gazes connected.

—Are you going to be good for me? —he asked with a crooked smile, waiting for her answer.

But you couldn't speak. Not yet. Your mind was still struggling to understand the danger you were in, to find an escape. However, when Jake slid a hand through your hair, pulling it firmly, he understood that he had no choice.

"Answer." His voice was a poisonous whisper against her ear.

"Yes..." you whispered, with a thin voice.

Jake smirked.

—That's what I thought.

The door was still closed.

There was no escape.

And deep down, you knew that Jaeyun had no intention of letting her go.

Jake released you slowly, allowing the burning on your scalp to remain as a reminder of his dominance. He stood up and looked at you from above, as if he were assessing your fragility, enjoying the imposed submission.

-Good. Now, stay still. —His tone was low, but laden with an implicit threat.

The room was dim, only illuminated by the dim light filtering through the door frames. Jake's shadow lengthened on the walls, as if even those around him knew that he was the only one in control of the situation.

The seconds dragged on before he moved again. He leaned down slightly and his fingers brushed your cheek with a deceptive softness.

—You know this is the best for you, right? —he murmured, as if he really expected me to believe it.

You didn't answer. You couldn't.

Jake clicked his tongue and in an unexpected move, grabbed her wrist and forced her to her feet. The closeness between their bodies made your breathing quicken, but it wasn't fear that Jake reflected in his gaze; It was something darker, something more possessive.

—I don't want to repeat things again. "I don't want to have to remind you who's boss here," he warned, sliding a hand to the back of your neck, holding it firmly.

The silence was broken by a knock on the door.

They both remained motionless.

"Jake," the voice on the other side of the door sounded harsh, impatient.

Jungwon's voice caused your body hair to stand up, to which Jake noticed the shudder. He closed his eyes for a moment, as if the interruption deeply disgusted him. Then, without letting go, he exhaled in frustration.

"How inopportune," he murmured before fixing his gaze on you once more. Don't move.

You nodded barely.

It wasn't like I had a choice.

Jake let go of you and walked to the door, turning the lock with a sharp movement.

The atmosphere was charged with tension, and Jake's mere movement to open the door would be a mistake when he saw Jungwon again... or his only chance to escape.

Jake stood motionless in front of the door, staring at the lock. One more knock sounded, but this time, he didn't even blink.

Instead of opening it, his hand slowly slid away from the doorknob, as if the person on the other side had suddenly ceased to exist. As if the only thing that really mattered was inside the room.

His head turned slowly until he fixed his eyes on your being again. This time, his expression had changed. Something in his dark gaze shone with a different intensity. Something he had tried to contain, but couldn't hide anymore.

"I'm not going to let anyone interrupt this," he murmured, his tone thick with suppressed emotion. Not this time.

His steps were slow as he approached, each one imbued with unwavering purpose. As if every movement brought him closer to something he had been avoiding for too long.

—Do you know how long I've waited? His voice was low, but it burned with suppressed fire. How much have I had to keep quiet, pretend that I could move on without this?

He stopped right in front of you, just a few inches separating you. But you didn't answer, not because you didn't want to... you couldn't.

-I love you. I have always loved you. —His confession fell like an unbearable weight in the room—. But it was never just that.

One of his hands reached up, brushing the backs of his fingers along your jawline. His touch was contradictory: soft, almost trembling, as if he feared you would disappear; but at the same time firm, as if he were never willing to let you go.

—I've needed you. From the first moment. —His breathing mixed with yours as his other hand rested on your waist—. And every day that passed without you only made me want you more.

Another knock on the door. Stronger. More impatient.

But Jake didn't flinch. He didn't look away from you for even a second.

—Let him wait. —His whisper was an absolute command—. Because this time, I'm not going to hold back anymore.

The intensity in his eyes was overwhelming, as if he were about to be burned by everything he had been hiding. As if the only way to ease the pain was to finally reclaim what he had always considered his.

And this time, he wasn't going to let anything or anyone get in the way.

Jake didn't move an inch when there was another knock on the door. His world, his center, his obsession, was right in front of him. And I had no intention of letting you go.

His hands slowly descended to your shoulders, and with a single controlled push, he forced you back to your knees before him. His breathing was deep, his gaze dark, his presence overwhelming.

"This is how you should be," he whispered, looking down at you with a mixture of desire and suppressed fury. Always like this. Just for me.

He watched you in silence for a few seconds, his lips parted as if he were about to release something he had been holding in for too long. His eyes burned, his chest heaved, and when he spoke again, his voice trembled with the intensity of his emotions.

—Do you know how difficult it was? —His jaw tensed, and his hand slid to your chin, forcing you to look at him—. I tried. I tried to hate you. I wanted to erase you from my mind, tear you from my skin, convince myself that you meant nothing.

He gritted his teeth, his thumb grazing the softness of your lips as if punishing himself for what he was about to admit.

The weight on your chest grew heavier as more words left his lips. The contact of the cold wood against your bare knees caused that burst of electricity, from your knees, continuing through your femurs and continuing to your hips until it began to go up your spine.

—But the more I tried to hate you, the more I loved you.

His words fell with the weight of a desperate, broken confession. One that he had suppressed with all his might, only to end up eating him from the inside.

"No matter how hard I tried, no matter how many times he told me to stay away..." he tilted his head, his warm breath brushing against your skin. I always, always loved you.

His thumb trailed down your chin, his touch now more possessive, more needy.

"And now that you're here..." His eyes darkened even more. There is no force in this world that will make me let you go.

The knock on the door became louder, more insistent. But Jake just smiled, a crooked, dangerous smile.

—Keep waiting. Because this time, I'm not going to give up on you.

And deep down, you knew that those words were not just a promise... but a sentence.

Your heart was pounding, too fast, too loud. Jake's every word was an invisible chain that wrapped itself around your body, trapping you in a whirlwind that you didn't know if you wanted to escape or completely lose yourself in it.

No. He couldn't let himself get carried away by that.

You looked away, turning your face away from Jake's touch, ignoring the way your skin still burned from his touch. Your hands trembled on your thighs, and you didn't know if it was out of fear or another emotion you refused to accept.

"Jake..." your voice was a breathy whisper, trying to find the courage to speak, to deny what was happening.

But he didn't let you.

"Don't call me that with that voice," he growled, his grip becoming firmer. Not when I know what you're thinking.

You gulped, your mind working at full speed, looking for a way out. If you managed to distract him, if you used his words against him... maybe you could buy time.

"None of this makes sense." You tried, your tone forcefully firm. "What you say... what you feel... it's just an obsession. It's not real. You hate me, Jake... you always hated me"

Jake remained silent. For a moment, he thought he had lost his bearings.

But then, something in his expression changed.

You closed the door of Heeseung's sports car after getting out while your eyes scanned the family home. The music could be heard from outside and from the number of cars parked outside the house, you knew that your friend had invited the entire campus and any of their friends.

It didn't take long for Heeseung to walk around the car and walk to your side, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his dark jeans and a smile on his lips.

"Let's go" He said happily before starting to walk across the green grass, surrounding his huge house. You followed behind him, already beginning to feel the euphoria slowly entering your body as you got closer to the number of people outside and the music felt more intense.

There were some in the pool, others drinking, and one or two couples kissing desperately in some corner of the place in the back garden. From outside you could see the number of people inside the house, dancing everywhere.

"Wonyoung must be inside, I'll go with Jay" your friend warned you, speaking loudly, so that you could hear him over the music. Giving him a smile and an 'okay' was enough for him to start walking in the opposite direction to where you planned to go.

You walked through the sweaty bodies, the smell of alcohol and sweat was the only thing you could feel as you continued rubbing your body against the others, causing the short dress you were wearing to rise to the top of your thighs.

It didn't take you long to fix it when you managed to feel the fresh air again when you stood inside your best friend's living room. It didn't take long for you to recognize her, standing a few meters away from you with her boyfriend at her side and a familiar figure with his back to you.

You walked on your heels towards them, your eyes met the bright ones of Wonyoung who soon showed you his beautiful smile, causing his eyes to turn into bright crescents. Her makeup was subtle just like yours, just a little glitter on her eyelids, matching the white dress she was wearing.

He quickly launched himself on your body when he managed to get close enough. She wrapped her arms around you, laughing and holding you close to her.

"You're here, I was missing you, was Heeseung late in coming to pick you up?" She spoke quickly, as his hands found their way to your cheeks.

"I'm fine, perfect." You smiled at her, before arranging the light bangs that fell over his forehead a little. "Happy birthday, my cupcake," you said, placing a scant kiss on his nose.

His cheeks soon took on a rosy color and his lips curved sweetly, her left a tap on your arm, before taking your wrist.

"We have to say hello," she said smiling as she guided you to where her boyfriend and apparently, Jake, were. Wonyoung knew about your notorious 'rivalry' with Jake, but you both had the same circle of friends, you couldn't just go around ignoring and insulting each other or so your friend said.

"I need some drinks first," you said, stopping your steps, your brown eyes watching her. "You'll have all night to drink." Wonyoung told you smiling, before approaching the male duo again.

Sunghoon's curious eyes went to you, and he greeted you with a slight smile, before raising the disposable cup to his lips again, drinking whatever liquid he had chosen. On the other hand, you felt the familiar gaze, which seemed to pierce your being with the intensity of it, you didn't even have to see it to know that it was him, Jake, with his arms crossed over his chest and a mocking smile that you had gotten used to. see since you met him.

His eyes did not stray from you, you knew that he was only looking for you to get upset so he could mock you and look away. You wouldn't do it, of course not. You ignored how intense it was, and how irritating that chuckle he let out when you opened your mouth to speak managed to be; you sighed heavily, before refocusing on your friend, who was now wrapped in her boyfriend's arm.

"Then I fly." You told her along with a forced smile before disappearing from that circle as quickly as you could.

It didn't take long for Wonyoung to run after you, wrapping him arm around yours, making both steps between the bodies enjoying the music.

"They would have to stop that rivalry someday" Wonyoung spoke, making you spin around and your back playing their song, while both began to move to the rhythm that was heard through the speakers scattered throughout the place.

You ignored his comment, letting yourself go as you drank the liquid from the glass that Wonyoung had given you seconds before. You closed your eyes, trying to get used to the familiar burn of the vodka that you and your friend always drank; your hips swayed next to your friend's, the slight discomfort you had taken a few minutes ago had disappeared, as you felt the effect of the alcohol already in your system, slightly.

The minutes continued to pass, as did the different topics, each one of which was experienced by you and Wonyoung.

You were with your neck resting on his shoulder, when you felt the third presence of someone between you, it was too obvious that it was his boyfriend, did you care? Of course not. Your hips continued to move regardless of the fact that she had walked away with her lovers without first whispering over the music: "I'll be back later" although you would know that she wouldn't come back and leave you stood up for the rest of the night just for preferring a couple of kisses with her boyfriend.

Your left hand was still holding the small bag you had never taken out. You preferred to ignore the detail, while your mind became clouded with some kind of peace and tranquility, your hips moving like the rest of your body. Collide with bodies? It would always happen and you were more than used to it.

Without paying attention to the time that continued to pass, your body asked you for more alcohol if you wanted to continue dancing. You made your way between the euphoric bodies, trying to get out of them and be able to walk to the kitchen.

You pushed open the kitchen door with a sigh, finding heeseung and your other friend, karina inside it, practically eating each other. You adjusted your bag on your shoulder as a slight frown appeared between your brows in confusion; "He said he was going to see Jay," you said to yourself, remembering what your friend's brother told you an hour ago; before downplaying it and making your way close to where you appreciated varieties of bottles. Whether they have a relationship or just don't know each other now wasn't your business, anyway... you always shipped them both to each other.

"Your name is Jay now, Rina" you spoke smiling in the silence apparently uncomfortable for them, while you filled the red plastic cup; Their faces were slightly flushed under the dim white light of the kitchen. Karina seemed to get slightly confused although she only sounds like Heeseung did in your direction.

You finished pouring the clear liquid and turned to your friends with a smile again. You winked at both of your friends, before taking the glass in your empty hand and beginning to back away towards the door you entered moments ago.

"I won't bother you anymore" was the last thing you said before leaving the kitchen and hearing the music booming inside there even louder. Your orbs scanned the room, focusing on the familiar couch in the middle of the room, where your group of friends were sitting, except three presences were missing from there: Karina, Heeseung, and Jake.

You sighed happily at the absence of the last named before approaching them, Chaewon, who soon gave you her smile before taking a sip from her glass again. You left a kiss on her cheek in greeting just like she did with you.

"Where were you—" the short-haired girl tried to continue asking before a question from Jay interrupted her. "Or who were you with?" His sideways smile highlighting his single dimple made you smile and you could only roll your eyes at his question.

"I was there, alone, since someone preferred to leave me for the boyfriend and his kisses" You said, staring at Wonyoung making him laugh.

"You've left me for your boyfriends too!" wonyoung exclaimed, a pout on his lips.

"Of course not!" You said quickly, before the other boys burst out laughing.

"Of course!" Chaewon spoke, as she playfully bumped your shoulder with hers.

After having had a couple more drinks with the boys, you wanted to go out to smoke a little and get some air. Since none of your boys shared the same vice as you, except Jaeyun and Heeseung, but one had taken your friend to his room and the other you couldn't even see from less than five meters away, which already generated that bitterness in your stomach and something else that you thought was indecipherable.

You raised your shoulders while stretching your neck slightly and began walking around the room, surrounding the round of sweaty bodies, if you will. You walked along the immense walls that continued to connect the spacious room, recognizing some faces along the way, which you had seen more than a couple of times in a class or campus team game.

The tips of your heels made a dull sound against the carpeted wood of the stairs as you continued climbing its steps, seeking to reach the second floor that somehow you knew would be full of couples up there.

Walking along the polished wood of the floor, noticing the couples that were there as you assumed. "Looks like some were luckier tonight," you thought as you let out a light, low chuckle to yourself.

You continued with your steps forward. Your attention was caught by one of the many white doors opening, from which a couple came out laughing, you recognized his figure: jaeyun. Idiot number one with his arm wrapped around the shoulders of an apparently dyed blonde since her roots were a dark raven hair. His smile seemed to be bigger than that of a child with a new toy; She was a new toy.

He winked at you arrogantly as you passed by him, to which you could only roll your eyes, whatever you did whenever he was around. You lightly squeezed the plastic cup in your hand after you were able to get it out of sight. Maybe it was just his shitty smile, right? Yes, it was surely that arrogance that he showed you that caused a sour feeling inside you.

You turned to your left, wanting to enjoy its balcony, although a person had already taken your place.

He had his back to you, hunched over the railing, apparently smoking, obvious by the cloud of smoke above him, which quickly mixed with the cool night air.

You tried not to pay so much attention to him, before turning to the small table and pair of chairs on the same balcony; You sat down in one of them, left your bag on the table and turned your gaze now to the face that was watching you in silence.

It seemed somehow familiar to you, you should have seen it at some of the basketball games that your friend forced you to attend because of her boyfriend. His attractive features, his slight smile or his aura itself, he looked better than you could ever remember and he looked damn beautiful while smoking.

Maybe it was just the alcohol you drank that was now in your system, or it was just the way the moonlight highlighted his slightly tanned skin, highlighting his features that matched perfectly with his dark clothes and slightly messy hair.

His cat-like face and how intense his dark eyes were from the lack of light out there, how well the shirt fit him and the position only made his toned body stand out more, made something other than your heart start to beat.

Your mind kept trying to think of where you had seen him, you knew that you knew his name better than you thought, but something in your mind couldn't finish putting the puzzle together; Did you see it elsewhere? surely. Had you ever had a chat with him? I don't know, did he seem too familiar and not being able to remember his name started to create some kind of anxiety in you? Yeah. The more you thought, their gazes continued to intertwine, both of them in a somewhat comfortable silence, so to speak.

But you still didn't remember him from the background, you kept putting pieces together, his name? You were more sure that it started with the letter 'j' or 't', Taesan? Jonmin? Jaewon? You didn't know, but you kept watching him so directly, wanting to know, you needed him.

Suddenly, you remembered. You felt too worthless not to recognize him as soon as you saw him, maybe the alcohol made you like that? Maybe it hasn't happened to you before.

Yang Jungwon. You repeated yourself. And you repeated yourself about fifty times.

He was popular on campus, as the group you surrounded yourself with was popular, you knew he was friends with the boys or so you saw during lunches that he sat next to them, but you never got close enough to him to know him more than at first glance. He was on the team with the boys, did you give him the attention he needed during those games? No, and you were realizing it now. Regretting it for paying too much attention to Jay as if he were your father.

Jay had always forbidden you in a certain way, of all his friends, jungwon was forbidden just like Heeseung. But you were never really interested in heeseung. But Jungwon? He was on the list of those who created a wetness between your legs with just one look.

His dark brown orbs observed you, stopping at the delicate necklace that decorated around your neck, resting under your collarbone, before going down to observe your black dress, which clung to you like a second skin and going over you again until they joined their gazes again.

"Why are you here?" He said, not meaning to sound bad, although to your ears it sounded better than you could explain. "Alone and without some boy chasing you?"

If it were anyone else and you hadn't ingested so much alcohol, you'd know damn well he would have gone for the jugular with your rude answers, but you just scoffed at his last question as you closed your eyes, before taking a cigarette from the box you left next to you next to your drink. You let it rest between your lips as you turned it on, never taking your eyes off of him.

"I prefer fresh air," you said, exhaling the air from your lungs, with the smoke getting lost in the darkness of the night, before your gaze lost itself in the dark starry sky above you.

You smiled for no reason, turning your orbs towards him.

A smile curved his thin lips, highlighting the dimples on the sides of both cheeks. He turned to you, now with only one arm resting on the railing, giving you his full attention.

He looked better, his shoulders broad and his waist smaller, his worked muscles that stood out under the fabric of the dark shirt and that you were now dying to see without it.

"You just didn't get anything yet?" He commented smiling, as if he was reading you like an open book. The crooked smile on his face looked better than you could express, his dark eyes examining you making you weak in the knees. If you had to go home with someone you would definitely go with them.

You laughed, bringing the cigarette back to your lips, inhaling the minty flavor of it. Your lips twisted into a smile as did his, as you got up from the seat and walked to his side, or rather his front.

Your arms rested on the railing and you took a panoramic view of the backyard of Wonyoung's house.

"Of course not," you lied, looking down at the pool below, where there were still more people.

"Of course," he commented smiling, as if he were close to you and knew all your movements.

The silence prolonged again in you, who observed the view that could be seen from the same balcony. The light of the full moon illuminated between you, as if wanting to encourage you to continue talking, but the silence spoke for you.

You watched as he threw away the butt of the finished cigarette; the strange thing? He didn't seem to want to go downstairs to drink or maybe look for a girlfriend, if he had one, but he stayed there with you. In silence. As if it were something cozy for both of them and at the same time normal. His presence shook you but at the same time made you feel warm.

You don't know how it happened, maybe it was the spontaneous topics that began to arise as the minutes passed or it was just the tension that continued to build up between you every time your eyes met and you intertwined with something more than a simple smoking chat on the balcony.

His mouth was on yours, kissing you with that roughness and at the same time care that you always liked. His arms wrapped around your lower back, resting on the curve of it and your plump ass, which on more than one occasion he had given a squeeze that only made your core throb more desperately.

He seemed to read you too well, his precise hands touching places that made your head cloud more than the alcohol could do to you. Your fingers buried between the roots of his hair, as you continued to mess it up as you pulled and squeezed it between your fingers at the provocation caused by his knee pressed firmly against your clothed pussy.

His warm muscle ran through your entire cervical spine, without leaving a single space that he couldn't touch. He intertwined with yours, sucking on your tongue only for you to continue gasping against his mouth at his simple action, which went straight to his ego.

You wanted to push him and take him to any room or bathroom nearby, but you thought that if you walked away you wouldn't be able to take a single step before falling to the floor. Because? because your legs turned to jelly since he started kissing you, if it weren't for his arms holding you up you would know you would be on your knees right there, but maybe it would be good to be on your knees, right? if you would be sucking his cock instead of letting him devour your mouth like a hungry animal and have complete control over you.

The lack of air only made everything more intense than you thought, your back was still pressed against the balcony railing while he continued devouring your lips. Their reddish lipstick? you would know it would be spread all over your lower face and he would be just like you.

You separated your swollen lips from his slightly, only for him to begin trailing kisses down your jaw, following your jawline, and beginning to decorate your neck with his kisses.

He sucked on the sensitive skin, causing your hands to now clench the fabric of his shirt between your palms at the overwhelming sensation of his teeth scraping against your skin. You had always known that your sensitive spot was your neck, but the way he applied that pressure enough to make you dizzy made you let out another gasp that wasn't caught by his lips and reached your ears softly like a choir of angels.

He giggled, now with his teeth again pulling at your skin elsewhere. You would know that it would leave more than one mark, but it was the thing that interested you the least right now.

Your hips rocked on his thigh, rubbing your neglected pussy, looking for something that could soothe the ache between your legs that you've been enduring for several minutes now. Your moment wasn't as long as you would have expected, as his arms stopped your hips, making your big doe eyes look at him with some kind of confusion.

"Come on princess, I need somewhere more comfortable for you if you want me to fill your pussy." His cheeky words only made the stain on your panties intensify and stick uncomfortably to your center as you tried to match his footsteps.

He dragged you behind him, leaving the balcony and walking down the second floor. He approached one of the many white doors on the second floor. He knocked on the door before entering, and finding a guest room, which you would know there were many more due to the number of doors in the immense house that you knew perfectly well.

Jungwon wasted no time in dragging you back inside the four walls, closing the door behind you. His eager lips joined your still swollen lips again, you returned it to him with the same enthusiasm that he gave you while you threw your bag somewhere in the room. guiding your body towards the double bed in the room. The back of your knees collided with her, before your body fell gently onto the sheets.

Your fingers wasted no time in starting to unbutton the buttons on his shirt, wanting to quickly feel his skin. He just smiled, separating himself from your lips, leaning on his two arms on the sides of your head while you took care of throwing his shirt somewhere in the room, just wanting to appreciate it.

Your eyes watched him carefully, his abs worked like the rest of his muscles, marked arms, and beefy chest. His muscles hit another sensitive spot inside you.

Although before your saliva escaped your mouth, his hands moved up the skirt of your dress to your stomach, before finding their place between your already open thighs.

The stain that ran the length of your lower lips, which only explained how good his simple actions felt to you. The thin fabric clung completely to you.

"How beautiful," he whispered towards you, before attaching his lips to your cocoon, with the cotton of your clothes impregnated with your scent.

His warm hands ran up the sides of your thighs, while his mouth savored your sweet taste through the fabric that covered him. A loud gasp escaped your lips, as he licked all over your clothed slit.

Your fingers quickly found their place in his hair again, as you lightly tugged at the strands while your teeth took your bottom lip between your teeth, trying at least to hide your sounds.

His fingers found the waistband of your panties, dragging them teasingly over your legs until he finally removed them and stuffed them into the back pocket of his jeans before opening your legs wide for him again.

His hands found their place halfway between them caressing them and teasingly bringing them closer to your center that was craving attention before moving away again.

"Wonie, do something," you spoke, trying to hold back the gasp that tried to escape your throat when you felt his fingers dig into your soft flesh as you looked up at him.

"What do you want, pretty girl?" He purred, leaning into your face as his lips intertwined with yours.

A moan was torn from your chest at his clothed erection pressed against your dripping pussy. His lips continued to devour yours before leaving small kisses on your jaw again.

"W-wonie" you stuttered, your hands pushing the back of his neck towards your face wanting to kiss his lips again.

Low, yes he did but not to kiss you. His hands slowly lowered the straps of the small dress you were wearing. Kissing your collarbones, and covering them with his wet muscle.

How did you get here? You wouldn't know it, your mind was so overwhelmed by the obscene sounds of his cock moving in and out of your pussy at an animalistic pace, hitting all the right spots. His pelvis rhythmically slapped against the plumpness of your ass, while your face was still buried in the pillow beneath you.

The dress was left lying somewhere in the room and it was the last thing you thought about because you knew you couldn't... you couldn't be under it, while you let him fuck you however he wanted, using you? I don't think so, he just wanted to reach his release and you knew it well by the raw way his hips moved against the plumpness of your ass. You had already had yours on his cock; now with a second forming in your stomach.

But he was still friends with Jay, you couldn't have him with his cock buried in your velvety walls that sucked him in like a vise. Would Jay get angry? It was the thing you least thought about, your mind was full of: Jungwon.

His grunts only made more juices gush out of you, pooling in the white ring around the base of his cock that your other releases formed. Maybe it was just that no boy had ever made you run around as much as Jungwon was doing now, but you also tried to tell yourself that you had been too neglected in the last few weeks, that was why, right? Or it was just because its tip kissed your cervix in the best way.

"Fuck, you're so perfect," he growled, his nails digging into the soft marked flesh of your hips. Although he seemed to speak more to your pussy than to you.

What could you do? Nothing, just enjoy everything he gave you. His muffled gasps in time with his thrusts into you only caused the band inside you to stretch further.

Your thighs began to tremble, feeling like your threads would no longer resist the rough intensity in which he claimed you, because he was claiming you.

His thrusts began to falter, as one of his hands came down to caress your swollen clit. Another moan came from him, as his warm jets of his release painted all over your insides before his orgasm triggered yours.

Your flaccid body wanted to fall to the bed, exhausted. But his arms around your hips held you up, as jungwon withdrew his softened cock from your used hole.

He let your lower body press into the crumpled sheets beneath you as he took a spot next to you.

His right hand supported his head, while his eyes appreciated your happy face. His fingers gently ran up your back, tangling with your hair along the way.

Your eyelids opened again, meeting a smiling Jungwon and a light pink on his cheeks.

He smiled comfortably at you, leaving a kiss on your forehead as if it was normal in their relationship, but theirs wasn't a relationship.

The mere act or was it just his smile made your heart flutter in your chest. He walked away again and continued watching you just as you watched him.

He got out of bed, looking for your dress and his clothes. He put on his clothes haphazardly and without buttoning himself up, he approached the bed again, taking a place on the edge of it and patting one of his thighs.

You drew strength from where you couldn't to crawl towards him and sit on one of his legs before he left a kiss on the skin of your shoulder and began to messily place your dress on.

He stood up with an arm around your waist, after buttoning up his shirt with you still sitting staring at him like he was the most interesting thing in the world instead of getting up to look for your discarded bag.

"Okay, pretty girl," he murmured, smiling before handing you the small bag he grabbed from the floor seconds before. "It's time to go down."

He smiled opening the door and pulling you out with his arm still wrapped around you. You followed his footsteps, leaving the room to the second floor. His warm arm wrapped around you brought security in a strange way.

His different comments and funny things he would say at random, making you laugh at every thing Jungwon said. Who apparently only talked about that kind of thing to hear your soft laugh.

You walked with him down the second floor, smiling and with your eyes fixed on jungwon as if he were the only thing worth looking at in the hallway. Not until a familiar figure quickly stopped his steps in front of you.

Your eyes drifted from Jungwon to the static figure in front of you seemingly coming out of the bathroom. Jake. The smile on your face disappeared as did the expressions of happiness for having received one of the best fucks of your life.

His eyes were darker than normal as they scanned between you and jungwon. You could tell how tense his jaw was and the fists formed at his sides, but you just chose to ignore it.

You wanted to keep up with Jungwon, trying to go around Jake, only for him to grab your wrist, leaving a slight pressure that made you turn your head towards him in disbelief and at the same time annoyance, always annoyance.

"What the fuck are you doing?" you ask, raising an eyebrow at him. Jungwon behind you did nothing but watch the scene in front of him silently.

"Wonyoung sent me to find you," he lied. He probably lied. You would never believe anything that came out of his mouth.

You would never do it.

"I don't believe you," you rolled your eyes, before trying to get out of his grip, only for him to increase the pressure on the area.

"I'm serious," he questioned with his frown looking so hot, as he tried again to pull you towards him.

"She said she doesn't believe you, leave her already" Jungwon questioned with a frown now standing next to you, trying to pull you behind him.

An arrogant smile formed on his lips after hearing Jungwon's response. Jake could only let out a wry chuckle before facing Jungwon. Her eyes never left his.

—Just because you fucked her doesn't mean you know her completely. "The friend sent me, that's all," he mocked, raising both eyebrows slightly, after Jungwon let go of you and turned to look at you.

His eyes scanned yours, before leaning closer and whispering against your ear, his lips brushing against the shell of it. His warm breath reminded you of what happened less than a few minutes ago, to which you just gasped silently to yourself.

"I'll wait for you downstairs, pretty" with a kiss on your cheek and bumping his shoulder roughly with Jaeyun's, he left you there.

Alone.

And with the being you least wanted to see in your life.

You turned on your heel towards Jake, parting your lips to try and say something but he silenced you only with his hand wrapped around your neck.

—Jungwon? "Mhm?" he asked. His eyes seemed to pierce your face due to the intensity with which he looked at you, his fingers with a certain pressure on your neck that cut the air slightly.

Your hands traveled to hold his wrist, wanting to get it away from your neck. But his strength surpassed yours by thousands of times. Now you did believe that his biceps were that wide because of weights and not because of keratin for the muscles.

Your lips parted to say something, but you could only take a breath, doing nothing but staring at the darkness in his eyes.

—Aren't you talking, little whore? "Too bad," he smiled sarcastically before loosening his grip on your neck and shoving you into the first door his desperate eyes saw.

He wanted to take it all in when you watched him lock the door, the small frown on your brow made him laugh as his steps approached you, as if you were just a little deer in front of the wolf.

"And wonyoung?" you asked, wanting to avoid paying attention to the growing hunger in his eyes.

—Wonyoung must be fucking Sunghoon, like you did with Jungwon and just like Karina did with Heeseung—, you rolled your eyes. He always had eyes everywhere and claimed to be right about everything?

You wanted to go around him and leave, but again he grabbed your wrist with such force that he would leave some mark on your sensitive skin. Your frown was still there, your eyes narrowed as he seemed to just enjoy seeing you like this.

"What the fuck, jaeyun? What's wrong with you today?" You asked sharply, before his lips came to rest on yours with animalistic desire.

Jaeyun didn't respond immediately. His lips moved over yours with a desperation that bordered on madness, as if he wanted to devour you in an attempt to reassert his dominance. His hands gripped your waist, pulling you towards him, as his ragged breath brushed against your cheek.

You tried to push him away, but his grip became firmer. His strength immobilized you, and although your body reacted with a mixture of fear and adrenaline, something in his dark eyes captured you. It was anger, desire, frustration... a whirlwind of emotions that you didn't quite understand.

"Jake, stop it..." you murmured, your voice shaky but firm.

His jaw tightened. For a moment, he seemed to be torn between letting go or continuing. Then, his grip on your wrist loosened, but not enough to let you go.

—Enough? —he repeated with a bitter smile—. Just like when you decided Jungwon could touch you? Or when you pretended you didn't want to jump at me when you saw me?

His words were like sharp daggers stabbing into your chest. You didn't expect him to mention that, much less in that resentful tone. You tried to pull away again, but he held his ground, his fingers caressing your skin with a disturbing softness.

"It's not what you think..." you tried to explain, but Jaeyun let out a short, humorless laugh.

—You always say the same thing. But you know what? I don't want to hear excuses anymore.

His lips slid to your neck, his hot breath tingling your skin. An electric current ran through your body as his hand slid to your back, trapping you against the wood of the door.

"Tell me to stop," he whispered, his voice deep and heavy with desire. "Tell me, and I will do it."

But you didn't say anything.

The silence between you became dense, as thick as the tension that hung in the air. Jaeyun pulled away just a few centimeters, his eyes exploring yours, searching for something in your gaze.

"I thought so..." he muttered before leaning towards you again, determined to claim what he thought was his.

His proximity burned your skin, his every breath intermingled with yours in a dangerous swing that you knew wouldn't end well. You felt his firm grip on your back, the pressure of his body against yours, and although your mind screamed for you to get away, your body remained motionless.

Jake waited, his lips barely brushing yours, giving you the chance to speak, to tell him to stop. But you didn't. Not because you didn't want to, but because you knew that, deep down, a part of you was trapped in the intensity of his dark gaze.

His hand slowly slid to your jaw, forcing you to stare at him. His eyes were full of rage, of desire, of something you couldn't quite decipher, but he looked like he was always trying to hold back some carnal desire.

—Why do you always run? —he whispered with a mixture of frustration and desperation—. Tell me, do you really want me to stop?

The lump in your throat grew heavier. You felt like you were walking a tightrope, about to fall into the abyss of everything Jaeyun stood for.

You took a breath and, with a trembling voice, barely a murmur, you responded:

"Don't know..."

That was enough for him.

Jaeyun didn't wait any longer. This time, his lips took hold of yours with a fierceness that left you breathless. His hands explored your body with a mix of urgency and devotion, as if he wanted to memorize every inch of your skin. His tongue slid into your mouth, claiming you in a way no one else had before.

You tried to hold on to your sanity, but it was getting harder. His aroma, his touch, his heat... everything enveloped you like a storm that you couldn't avoid.

But then, a noise from the other side of the door made them stop.

Jaeyun stood still, his breathing labored. His eyes narrowed and his jaw tensed as he heard the sound of approaching footsteps.

"fuck..." he whispered, with a mix of anger and frustration.

Your hands shook as you gently pushed him away, trying to catch your breath.

"We have to get out of here..." you said, trying to gather your thoughts.

But Jaeyun didn't let go of you immediately. His fingers slid over your wrist, his gaze still locked on yours.

"This is not over," he said hoarsely. I'm not going to let you continue running away from me.

The sound of the door opening forced them to separate completely. Your heart was racing as you tried to act normal. But you knew that after this, nothing would be the same again.

—What were they doing here? —asked a curious voice.

And seeing who was standing in the doorway, you knew the situation had just gotten a lot more complicated.

Your body tensed as you saw the silhouette at the entrance. The light from the hallway illuminated the figure of Jungwon, who was observing them with a suspicious expression.

"What were you doing here?" His voice sounded neutral, but his eyes locked on you for a second too long.

Jaeyun didn't move. His grip on your wrist tightened, as if he was afraid you were going to run right then. His stance remained firm, his gaze dark and calculating.

"Nothing that matters to you," Jaeyun replied coldly, his voice dripping with danger.

Jungwon raised an eyebrow, but his attention returned to you. You felt his expression change, his jaw clenching as he noticed how upset you were. Before you could say anything else, Jaeyun roughly pulled you up and placed you behind him, as if he was claiming what was his.

-Let's go. —His voice brooked no discussion.

You didn't have a chance to react when Jaeyun intertwined his fingers with yours and practically dragged you out of the room. He walked with firm steps, his knuckles white from the strength with which he held you.

"Jake... let me go," you protested, trying to get away.

But his grip only grew stronger.

-No -. His response was curt, lacking patience.

When they reached a more secluded hallway, he gently pushed you against the wall. His body leaned over yours, locking you in with no escape. His eyes were clouded by something darker than simple desire.

—Why do you keep doing this to me? —he murmured, his voice barely a whisper laden with reproach—. I've given you everything, I've protected you from everyone... and yet, you still act like you can escape me.

You gulped. Something in his tone made you feel like you were dealing with someone much more dangerous than you had imagined. Something deeper than an enmity or obsession.

"I'm not yours, Jaeyun," you managed to say, your voice shaking. "I never was and I never will be"

His laugh was dry, full of disbelief.

"Aren't you mine?" —he repeated, leaning even closer, until his warm breath hit your skin—. Tell me then, why does your body always respond to me? Why don't you stop me when I touch you?

Your breath hitched as his hand slowly slid down your arm, leaving a trail of fire in its path. His touch was firm, demanding, as if he were etching his presence into you.

—I'm not interested in what you say. His voice dropped to a venomous whisper. You are mine. And I'm not going to let anyone else touch you.

His lips brushed the curve of your jaw with torturous slowness. Each word of his wrapped around you like invisible chains that tightened more and more.

"I'm going to make sure no one else comes near you." Not Jungwon, not Riki... not anyone.

His hand moved up to your neck again, not squeezing, but enough to remind you that there was no escape.

—I'm going to make you understand that I'm the only one who can have you.

His words were a dangerous promise. And worst of all, deep down, you knew they weren't just empty threats.

You knew Jake would do whatever it took to keep you by his side...even if it meant breaking you completely.

He walked again towards another room, when he heard muffled footsteps approaching. His fingers now wrapped around your wrist as he dragged you behind him and into the room.

Your eyes watched her: basic as always. Of guests. You heard the door being locked before Jake's dangerous steps approached.

"On your knees," his tone was harsh. An order, that you knew deep down you had to comply, if you didn't want consequences. You took too long, processing your thoughts before hearing his voice again with a few octaves lower. - Now -.

Your knees touched the cold floor, a shiver ran down your spine, but you didn't dare move. Jake stood in front of you, watching you with a dark, almost hungry gaze.

"This is how you should be," he murmured, leaning slightly to brush his fingers against your chin. "At my mercy".

The silence between them was thick, suffocating. His labored breathing filled the room, as every second became latent torture. Your eyes remained on his face, no matter how much you wanted to move them away, his orbs were an invisible magnet, leaving your gazes connected.

—Are you going to be good for me? —he asked with a crooked smile, waiting for her answer.

But you couldn't speak. Not yet. Your mind was still struggling to understand the danger you were in, to find an escape. However, when Jake slid a hand through your hair, pulling it firmly, he understood that he had no choice.

"Answer." His voice was a poisonous whisper against her ear.

"Yes..." you whispered, with a thin voice.

Jake smirked.

—That's what I thought.

The door was still closed.

There was no escape.

And deep down, you knew that Jaeyun had no intention of letting her go.

Jake released you slowly, allowing the burning on your scalp to remain as a reminder of his dominance. He stood up and looked at you from above, as if he were assessing your fragility, enjoying the imposed submission.

-Good. Now, stay still. —His tone was low, but laden with an implicit threat.

The room was dim, only illuminated by the dim light filtering through the door frames. Jake's shadow lengthened on the walls, as if even those around him knew that he was the only one in control of the situation.

The seconds dragged on before he moved again. He leaned down slightly and his fingers brushed your cheek with a deceptive softness.

—You know this is the best for you, right? —he murmured, as if he really expected me to believe it.

You didn't answer. You couldn't.

Jake clicked his tongue and in an unexpected move, grabbed her wrist and forced her to her feet. The closeness between their bodies made your breathing quicken, but it wasn't fear that Jake reflected in his gaze; It was something darker, something more possessive.

—I don't want to repeat things again. I don't want to have to remind you who's boss here, he warned, sliding a hand to the back of your neck, holding it firmly.

The silence was broken by a knock on the door.

They both remained motionless.

"Jake," the voice on the other side of the door sounded harsh, impatient.

Jungwon's voice caused your body hair to stand up, to which Jake noticed the shudder. He closed his eyes for a moment, as if the interruption deeply disgusted him. Then, without letting go, he exhaled in frustration.

"How inopportune," he murmured before fixing his gaze on you once more. Don't move.

You nodded barely.

It wasn't like I had a choice.

Jake let go of you and walked to the door, turning the lock with a sharp movement.

The atmosphere was charged with tension, and Jake's mere movement to open the door would be a mistake when he saw Jungwon again... or his only chance to escape.

Jake stood motionless in front of the door, staring at the lock. One more knock sounded, but this time, he didn't even blink.

Instead of opening it, his hand slowly slid away from the doorknob, as if the person on the other side had suddenly ceased to exist. As if the only thing that really mattered was inside the room.

His head turned slowly until he fixed his eyes on your being again. This time, his expression had changed. Something in his dark gaze shone with a different intensity. Something he had tried to contain, but couldn't hide anymore.

"I'm not going to let anyone interrupt this," he murmured, his tone thick with suppressed emotion. Not this time.

His steps were slow as he approached, each one imbued with unwavering purpose. As if every movement brought him closer to something he had been avoiding for too long.

—Do you know how long I've waited? His voice was low, but it burned with suppressed fire. How much have I had to keep quiet, pretend that I could move on without this?

He stopped right in front of you, just a few inches separating you. But you didn't answer, not because you didn't want to... you couldn't.

-I love you. I have always loved you. —His confession fell like an unbearable weight in the room—. But it was never just that.

One of his hands reached up, brushing the backs of his fingers along your jawline. His touch was contradictory: soft, almost trembling, as if he feared you would disappear; but at the same time firm, as if he were never willing to let you go.

—I've needed you. From the first moment. —His breathing mixed with yours as his other hand rested on your waist—. And every day that passed without you only made me want you more.

Another knock on the door. Stronger. More impatient.

But Jake didn't flinch. He didn't look away from you for even a second.

—Let him wait. —His whisper was an absolute command—. Because this time, I'm not going to hold back anymore.

The intensity in his eyes was overwhelming, as if he were about to be burned by everything he had been hiding. As if the only way to ease the pain was to finally reclaim what he had always considered his.

And this time, he wasn't going to let anything or anyone get in the way.

Jake didn't move an inch when there was another knock on the door. His world, his center, his obsession, was right in front of him. And I had no intention of letting you go.

His hands slowly descended to your shoulders, and with a single controlled push, he forced you back to your knees before him. His breathing was deep, his gaze dark, his presence overwhelming.

"This is how you should be," he whispered, looking down at you with a mixture of desire and suppressed fury. "Always like this. Just for me."

He watched you in silence for a few seconds, his lips parted as if he were about to release something he had been holding in for too long. His eyes burned, his chest heaved, and when he spoke again, his voice trembled with the intensity of his emotions.

—Do you know how difficult it was? —His jaw tensed, and his hand slid to your chin, forcing you to look at him—. I tried. I tried to hate you. I wanted to erase you from my mind, tear you from my skin, convince myself that you meant nothing.

He gritted his teeth, his thumb grazing the softness of your lips as if punishing himself for what he was about to admit.

The weight on your chest grew heavier as more words left his lips. The contact of the cold wood against your bare knees caused that burst of electricity, from your knees, continuing through your femurs and continuing to your hips until it began to go up your spine.

—But the more I tried to hate you, the more I loved you.

His words fell with the weight of a desperate, broken confession. One that he had suppressed with all his might, only to end up eating him from the inside.

"No matter how hard I tried, no matter how many times he told me to stay away..." he tilted his head, his warm breath brushing against your skin. I always, always loved you.

His thumb trailed down your chin, his touch now more possessive, more needy.

"And now that you're here..." His eyes darkened even more. There is no force in this world that will make me let you go.

The knock on the door became louder, more insistent. But Jake just smiled, a crooked, dangerous smile.

—Keep waiting. Because this time, I'm not going to give up on you.

And deep down, you knew that those words were not just a promise... but a sentence.

Your heart was pounding, too fast, too loud. Jake's every word was an invisible chain that wrapped itself around your body, trapping you in a whirlwind that you didn't know if you wanted to escape or completely lose yourself in it.

No. He couldn't let himself get carried away by that.

You looked away, turning your face away from Jake's touch, ignoring the way your skin still burned from his touch. Your hands trembled on your thighs, and you didn't know if it was out of fear or another emotion you refused to accept.

"Jake..." your voice was a breathy whisper, trying to find the courage to speak, to deny what was happening.

But he didn't let you.

"Don't call me that with that voice," he growled, his grip becoming firmer. Not when I know what you're thinking.

You gulped, your mind working at full speed, looking for a way out. If you managed to distract him, if you used his words against him... maybe you could buy time.

"None of this makes sense." You tried, your tone forcefully firm. "What you say... what you feel... it's just an obsession. It's not real. You hate me, Jake... you always hated me"

Jake remained silent. For a moment, he thought he had lost his bearings.

But then, something in his expression changed.

His grip on your chin loosened only to slide to your wrist, pulling it in one swift movement, causing you to lose your balance and jerk up from the ground. You barely had time to react before your back collided with his chest.

"Obsession?" Jake laughed, but there was no amusement in his laugh, only a deep darkness. "Tell me, do you think I didn't try to convince myself of the same thing?"

His warm breath caressed your ear as his voice dropped to a low murmur. His tongue came out to lick his bottom lip only to taste the shell of your ear, almost with amusement.

—I told myself a thousand times that this was not love. Which was a mistake. That I could live without you.

His arms wrapped around you, preventing you from moving, holding you down with barely contained desperation.

—But you know what? His tone dropped even further, barely a venomous whisper. I never could.

You felt your own breath catch in your throat as Jake turned you sharply to meet his gaze. His eyes devoured you, consumed you.

"You tried to run away from me here," his fingers brushed your collarbone, "and here," they ran down your arm, "and here," they stopped at your wrist, where his grip tightened. But you could never do it here.

Jake placed your hand on his chest, right where his heart was beating frantically.

—Because, even if you fight, even if you deny it... I have always been inside you.

You opened your mouth to respond, to deny it, to scream, but Jake didn't give you the chance. In a single movement, he released her, letting her fall to her knees before him once more. As if he liked to pick you up and throw you on the ground, like a rag doll.

—And that's where you will always belong.

He stood still, looking at you, as the sound of knocking on the door became more and more insistent. But he didn't care.

Because you were right where he wanted.

And this time, I wasn't planning on losing you.

His hands searched for the belt that held his dark jeans, before yanking it out. His long fingers, which deep down inside you, you always watched more than you should, undid the zipper of his jeans, until they were bunched up at his ankles, like his underwear.

Your eyes looked at him, as if he were something you had never seen in your life.

It was something long, thick, and with its pretty veins coming out from the base of his cock and getting lost in its length. The liquid dripping from his angry red tip only caused your panties to damn well stick to your center.

His hand returned to your hair, and he pulled it hard, getting closer to his cock. You parted your lips in an attempt to take him into your mouth, but the fact that your heart believed that you hated him, which without reason, you wanted to move away from his erection but he just pulled you back towards her. Knowing that you had no other option.

You took his fat head between your lips, enjoying his salty taste. Your tongue left small sheets on its red tip, before taking a little more into your mouth.

A grunt mixed with a moan came from Jake, as his head fell back.

You began to move your mouth slowly, as if you were trying to adapt to him. Your hands placed carefully, almost fearfully, on his thighs.

your eyes closed as his fingers tightened on your scalp, almost painfully. He roughly tried to make you move your mouth faster over him, but you didn't obey. you did it to your mode.

A shaky sigh came out of him, as if he was controlling himself from doing something. but it didn't seem to last long.

With his fingers in your hair, he pulled your head back roughly, making your eyes rise to him and into his eyes.

His hips began to move, ramming into your mouth.

His eyes looked at you. you unclenched your jaw and your nails dug just above his thighs. Your eyes were watching him,

unfortunately.

You wanted to close your eyes and let him use your mouth, but every time you did, he buried your nose in his pubic bone, creating a stronger gag in you, choking you on every inch of him.

His thrusts were violent, fucking your mouth as if he were a desperate canival longing for his prey…his orgasm. His grunts were what could be heard in the heavy air of you in that room aside from your gagging and gasping sobs.

His sudden movements and his head kissing the back of your throat created confusion in your head, as if you were letting yourself be carried away by his thrusts into your warm mouth.

"Fuuuck—, you're so warm," he moaned, his hips slowing just slightly before coming back faster.

Tears began to gather in your made-up eyes as he began to bury himself deep in your vocal cavity, your face pressed tightly against his lower abdomen.

“fuck you, I won’t last,” his hatred seemed to come back faster than you thought.

His harsh tone caused a hint of fire to course through your spinal cord, scoring points for his merciless thrusts that began to become erratic.

He pulled your head back even further with his fingers seeming to tear your hair out with the brutal force with which he held them.

Your tears began to fall, staining your cheeks as you tried not to gag at how deeply he was going in and out of your mouth. Your cheekbones flushed red as water droplets fell on them, your mascara stuck around your eyes and you knew well that you should have put on a waterproof one. But you didn't expect Jake to fuck your throat.

“You should always be like this…” he growled, looking into your teary eyes as one of his hands cupped your cheek in false tenderness that dripped with something darker. "With my cock in your throat if you keep your fucking mouth busy"

His tone is dark, almost obsessive, before a guttural moan escapes him.

His breathing became ragged, and his thrusts into your throat became increasingly erratic, causing tears to stream down your cheeks. He buried your nose in his pubic bone and unloaded down your throat, while you coughed just before he withdrew his cock from your mouth, glistening with your saliva and with barely a trace of his semen at the tip.

"You're a mess. Look how you left my dick. Are you a dog that salivates so much?" he mocks.

He let out a sigh barely above his ragged breathing, and you tried to utter something only to see him push you up. His lips found yours in mere seconds, his mouth devouring yours with longing, with surrender as if he'd truly wanted it for a long time.

His hands on your hips lifted the fabric a little, which had already been raised when you were kneeling, and his abrupt movement wound around half of your belly.

He groaned on his own as he couldn't feel the elastic bands of your panties on your sides, while he laughed mockingly against your swollen lips. "What a slut, and I was thinking that at least you wouldn't be so unpleasant."

—The only unpleasant one is you—, you say, while trying to move away from his addicted lips again.

Oh god, your heart nearly jumped out of its socket as his ejaculation changed 360°, his nails now buried in your sensitive flesh brought you closer to him, rubbing his saliva-soaked erection pressed against your thighs.

"Say it again," he challenge.

—unpleasant

It was the last thing you said before he threw you onto the bed like a rag, like the rag doll you were right there for him. In seconds, and with your heart racing, you had them on you.

his veiny forearms on either side of your head and his cock already brushing against the all too obvious wetness without your panties that Jungwon was left behind.

He pushed. He didn't ask, he didn't speak, he just pierced your wet hole. You arched your back, moaned, and ruffled the sheets, but his tip touched a new spot inside you, one you didn't even know existed.

He was a bit bigger than Jungwon, but he'd gotten quite a few stitches in the thick of it. You felt every hair, every vein, and every inch of him inside your tight walls.

His movements began, and so did your moans. The abrupt rhythm he displayed from the start made your stomach churn. Your back arched in a perfect arc away from the bed.

"jungwonie left you quite open, huh?" he mocked, lifting one of your legs over his arm, messily.

The new angle took your breath away. Your hands, out of inertia, traveled to the back of his neck, tugging, wanting his lips. Another laugh, now arrogant, that same crap he always gave you. That's the real garbage he is.

"No, honey, brats don't get what they want."

"Sure, and look who's fucking me," you manage to mock without interrupting yourself with a guttural moan when it got harder.

You covered your mouth and rolled your eyes. The obscene sounds of skin and skin filled your ears and flooded your already cloudy mind. He kissed you—your jaw, your collarbone, but not your lips. You too. What the hell did you want with him? You didn't know. You just wanted the tightness in your stomach to ease.

The strings were stretching ever further, your euphoria was beginning to build, and you felt the need to release yourself right now. Jake, on the other hand, was too focused, observing everything from your features and body to the junction between your bodies, concentrating hard not to come right there.

"f-fuckk—" A moan interrupted him. His hand quickly wrapped around your sensitive clit, quickening your pace.

You moaned, twisted in his arms, and tried to push him away, but your sudden release, which was just around the corner, came faster than expected. He growled, letting go of your leg and grabbing your hips, thrusting more erratically, his head falling back and his protruding Adam's apple making you clench around his girth more.

"God... what a good pussy" he says, before with a scream he melted inside you, collapsing on your chest.

Their erratic breathing began to slow, as did their pulses at 200 per minute. He walked away without looking, pulling up his dark jeans and slipping on the shirt he'd previously removed.

He walked toward the door and turned slightly toward you. He winked at you.

That stupid wink. His stupid face. His stupid smile. His arrogance, which you urgently wanted to cut with an axe. Everything about him screamed prohibition.

But there you were, filled with his sticky semen, which, if it weren't for your birth control, would surely leave you pregnant with everything he filled inside you.

and you ended up being another one on his long list.

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Second Chance at Life.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader Warning: Nothing but fluff Summary: You and Dean gave up the hunting lifestyle to raise a family, and Dean got his second chance at life. Word Count: 1,527

Dean never thought he'd get a second chance at life, that was until you told him you were pregnant. He's been wanting to quit hunting for a while, but never had a good enough reason to, until now.

You, Sam, and Dean were ending a hunt, some demon messing with people as if they had nothing better to do than to mess with innocent people. The three of you successfully killed the demon and went on your way. You were supposed to go out and celebrate like you normally do, but you were too busy in the bathroom throwing up.

"Sweetheart, you okay?" You heard Dean yell from the other side of the bathroom door.

You mumbled something, but it was quickly followed by the sound of you throwing up. Dean walked into the bathroom and saw you sitting on the floor, leaning over the toilet.

"Oh, baby, what's going on?" He grabbed a washcloth, wetting it. He placed it on the back of your neck.

"I feel like shit, every smell is getting to me." You groaned and laid down on the floor

"Sam!" Dean rubbed your back, waiting for Sam to show up.

"Woah, what's going on?" Sam looked down at you, then at Dean

"I don't know, you're the smart one. She said smells are getting to her and making her sick." Dean used another washcloth to dab your forehead.

"Forgive me, Y/N, but when was your last period?" You looked up at Sam

"No, no, I can't be." You looked over at Dean. "We were careful."

Dean avoided eye contact with you, trying his best not to look obvious about the fact that he hadn't worn a condom the past couple of times.

"Dean." You said sternly, he looked up at you and frowned.

"I'm sorry, I was in the moment, and a condom was the furthest thing from my mind." He rubbed his hand over his face. "I'm sorry."

"Go get me a damn pregnancy test, some ginger ale, and crackers." You glared up at Dean

He didn't say anything, he ran out of the bathroom, out of the motel room, and into the impala, without a second glance. You looked over at Sam and lifted your arms.

"Sam, can you please help me to the bed?" He nodded and scooped you up in his arms.

Sam walked over to the bed, gently laying you down. He pulled the blanket over your body, placed the trash can beside the bed, and sat down on the other one.

"How are you feeling?" Sam watched as you placed the washcloth on your forehead again.

"Honestly, a little better. Just hot." You adjusted yourself to get more comfortable.

A few minutes later, Dean walks through the door, placing the bag on the bed, he riffles through them looking for the pregnancy tests

"I didn't know which one to get or how many, so I got all of them." He took a couple of pregnancy tests out of the bag and handed them to you.

You giggled and took them all into the bathroom with you. Sam and Dean stayed in the main room. Dean sat down, rubbing his hands over his face, sighing loudly.

"Sam, for once in my life. I'm terrified." Dean looked up at Sam, who was already looking at Dean

"Don't worry, whatever the outcome, we've got this." Sam leaned over and patted Dean's arm

You came out of the bathroom holding that little plastic stick, hands trembling. You didn't speak, you didn't look up, you stood in the doorway staring at the two pink lines, Dean jumped up and crossed the room quickly to get to you.

"Well?" He inspected your face, looking for any sign of emotion.

"I'm pregnant." You mumbled, trying to convince yourself this wasn't a dream.

Dean's hands shakily rest on your cheeks, lifting your head to look at him. "It's going to be okay, we got this."

You stared up at him, a single tear falling down your cheek. You wanted to scream, you wanted to cry, but you also wanted to be happy. You and Dean were going to have a baby, then it hit you, how would you continue hunting with a baby? Tears started to well in your eyes, you stared at Dean a bit longer.

"I have to give up hunting." Your eyes shifted to Sam, then back to Dean.

"We have to give up hunting." Dean rubbed his thumb up and down your cheek

"Dean, this is your life. You can't just—"

"You're my life, and so is this baby. I may never get to have this again. I want this. I want you." You nodded against his hand.

***

A couple of months later, you were sitting on the floor in the baby's nursery, looking up at the walls that desperately needed to be painted. You looked down at the paint swatches in your hand, trying to find a color that screamed out to you. Dean wanted purple, Sam wanted yellow, but you. You couldn't think of a single color that worked.

"You're going to stress yourself out." Dean chimed in from behind.

You looked back to see him leaning against the doorframe, one foot crossed over the other. That man was a sight to behold, the way his hair rested on his forehead, the sparkle in his eye that he got when he looked at you, the way his lips curled into a smile every time you attempted to get something off a high shelf.

Dean always wanted to be needed; yeah, he had Sam, who needed him, but honestly, he knew Sam would be fine on his own. You needed Dean for much more, he kept you grounded while you did the same for him.

"I know, but I can't find a color that I like." You picked up the swatches, looking at them once more.

Dean pushed off the door and sat down behind you, wrapping his arms around your body. You smiled and melted into his body, letting out a relaxed sigh as you leaned your head on his shoulder. He placed soft kisses on your cheek and down to your neck.

"It's okay, we have a lot of time to figure this out." He reached his hand down and softly rubbed your belly.

This is all Dean ever wanted, a family of his own. You were so happy to be the one to give him that family. Dean felt your little girl move around under his hand, a wide smile spread across his face, and he tried to follow the movements of the baby. Suddenly, the baby delivered a swift kick to his hand.

"Hey, don't kick your dad." He gave your belly a gentle smack, to which the baby kicked again causing you to giggle.

"She's a feisty one." You rubbed your belly where she previously kicked

"Yeah, she gets it from her mama." Dean placed a kiss on your cheek and helped you up off the floor. "Come on, let's get something to eat."

You nodded and followed him to the kitchen, you leaned against the counter, wincing in pain. You never realized how heavy your belly was until this moment. Dean looked over at you and walks over to you.

"Turn around baby." You turn around.

Dean snakes his arms around your waist his hands resting under your belly, he gently lifts up, you instantly felt relief. You leaned your head on Dean's shoulder letting out of a sigh of relief.

"I read this in a book." He continues to hold you, after a few he starts to let go

"No, no no no, it feels so good baby please." He slowly lets your stomach go

"I'm sorry baby, but the bacon is burning." He walks over to the pan with bacon in it, taking it out, placing it on the plate.

You watched Dean continue to cook, he swayed his hips as he flipped the pancakes. You leaned against the counter admiring him, you rubbed your belly smiling to yourself. You couldn't help but feel at peace with the sight ahead of you. Dean looked over at you and smiles.

"Like what you see, sweetheart?" He leans over and places a kiss on your cheek

"Absolutely, I'm surprised I didn't get pregnant sooner. I mean have you seen you?" You smiled and brushed some hair away from his forehead

He chuckled and continued cooking, he called for Sam as you grabbed the plates, putting food on them. You placed the plates on the table and sat down beside Dean. The three of you sat there eating and talking about the nursery and what color it should be. You sat back, looking at both Sam and Dean.

This was the life you were meant to live, yeah you loved hunting, but you wanted nothing more than to settle down with Dean and have a family. Dean wanted the same thing maybe even more than you did, Dean went through a lot to get to where he is now, and he couldn't be happier.

You both finally got a second chance at life.

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Meet the Millers - Chapter 14

Pairing: Joel Miller x Benny Miller x Will Miller x f!reader (coming soon - another Miller?)

Word Count: 6800+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story. 

Notes: Well folks, it's finally here! I originally ended this series back in April 2022, nearly a year before TLOU season 1 debuted. I thought it was over, but not only did I have a few scenes I wanted to write but wouldn't fit, SO MANY PEOPLE asked me for more. No one more than @theewokingdead so I dedicate this last half of the series to her!

Posted in 2022: This is set loosely in The Last of Us universe. I’ve only played a bit of the game and watched others play (and the show isn’t out yet), so please forgive any inaccuracies. Also it’s a post-apocalyptic world so I’m taking a bunch of liberties here. Because fan fiction.

Ages at the time of this story (so you don’t have to do math):

Reader: 29

Benny: 36

Will: 39

Joel: 51

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<<Chapter 13<<

The days are getting colder, autumn settling into our bones. Even Joel breaks out his jacket, looking more ruggedly handsome as he tugs it on. It’s been several weeks since the events in Kansas City, but the weather change makes it feel like longer, the cold reminding us that winter will soon be arriving. 

“Ok, and what do you do first?” I ask Ellie as we sit at our makeshift camp deep in the woods. 

Ellie points to the spot on my leg I had designated as the wound site. “Rip off some fabric or somehow tie off the wound?”

“Where?”

She studies my leg a moment before pointing higher up my thigh, above the wound. “Hereish?”

“Bingo!”

Ellie pumps her fist. She had asked me after we left Kansas City to teach her more about healing and first aid on the go, figuring it may be helpful to know. If anything, it helps pass the time. Benny, on the other hand, has taught her how to play poker, which annoyed Joel at first but I have to admit, she’s getting pretty good. 

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“Why do you think those people told us to steer clear of the river?”

“Yeah, but we only just now crossed over the river.”

Joel shrugs but Benny answers. “Maybe they were just playin’. We haven’t seen anything yet.”

We fall silent, all of us stopping to stare at the river before Will, Joel, and Benny start to scan the area, each of them shifting nervously. I move closer to Ellie, my hands twitching with anticipation as I listen for something, anything to happen. Several long moments go by before we hear a soft rumble that grows louder.

“Is that-” before I can finish, several horses with riders emerge from over the slight hill ahead of us, all guns pointed at us as they cirlce around, makeshift bandanas covering the lower half of their faces. Joel immediately stands in front of Ellie and me, blocking us with his broad shoulders.

“Who are you?” One of them asks, pointing his gun at Joel.

Joel has his hands raised, anger radiating off of him. And fear. Not fear for himself, but fear for us, for Ellie.

“Just passing through.”

“We don’t allow people to just pass through. Not near our town,” another rider says.

“We don’t mean to trespass. Just trying to make our way through.”

They glance at each other before someone else, a woman, speaks up. “Do you know anything about hydro electric dams?” 

“I..I used to be a contractor. I know some things.” Joel is lying through his teeth. At least I think he is. I honestly don’t know if he knows anything about hydro electricity. Which ever way, the confidence he exudes is turning me on. Not the time, Ghost.

The woman nods once. “And your name?”

“Miller. Joel Miller.”

The woman studies him for several long moments, her dark eyes scanning his face, searching for any hint of malice. “Test them for infection.”

Some men emerge with a dog, straining and sniffing at the edge of his leash. We all freeze as the dog smells Will, moving on to Benny shortly thereafter. If they’re looking for infection, will the dog smell it on Ellie? Before I can think of anything to do other than stand closer to her, the dog turns to us, sniffing at Joel for a moment before he shifts his attention to us. I’m ready to jump, to lunge at the dog when it barks and starts…licking Ellie? She’s laughing, petting the dog and scratching his ears, which he eats up.

“Alright then. We have some extra horses, but you’ll have to double up. I’m Maria. And this is my husband Jake,” she nods towards another man on a horse, who tips his hat to us. “We’ll get you settled in Jackson.”

They move to get the horses ready, but Joel is still frozen in place. I gently place a hand on his shoulder. “You ok?” I speak softly in his ear.

He nods, shaking his head to clear it. “Yeah. Fine. Let’s go.”

Elli rides with Joel, me with Benny, and Will goes solo. We ride for a few miles before we see a giant wooden perimeter fence surrounding a town. And not a makeshift town, but a real ass town, complete with-

“Are those houses?” Will asks, shielding his eyes as he gazes over the top of the fence.

“Yeah. Once we get you in and fed, we’ll show you around,” Maria says as Jake calls to the guards to open the gates. We ride inside, a strip of little shops lining the main street, houses build in a grid out from here. This must have been built pre-outbreak, but they’ve kept it up all this time. It’s a great vantage spot, being able to see for miles around. And if they’ve got a hydro electric dam, then they must have electricity. Am I about to get a hot shower? I glance at a group of people cutting logs, one of them stopping to wipe his brow and turn to look at us. My eyes focus on the man and my stomach flips.

I glare at him as I slide off the horse, ignoring Benny’s questions as they blend into the ringing that’s sounding in my ears. I march up to the man, his dark hair pulled into a bun at the back of his head, and I clench my fist, readying it. I’m a couple steps away before his eyes finally shift to me and widen, a small gasp coming from him. “Ghost?”

WHAM!

My fist connects with his jaw, sending pain shooting up my arm as his head flies back. He doesn’t go down, but his hand comes up to rub at his jaw and he spits a glob of blood out on the ground. In the distance I hear yelling, and Ellie going “No fucking way!!!”

“I promised myself if I ever saw you again I would punch your stupid face. Fuck you, Tommy. Fuck. You.” 

Before he can say anything, I spin on my heel and march off. I have no clue where I’m going but I know I have to get away. I make it behind a building and slam my back against the side of it, inhaling deep breaths as my heart beats in my chest, my knuckles throbbing.  

“Ghost?” Will comes around the corner, stopping in front of me. I try to shove him off, but it’s half hearted. He cups my chin and lifts my head, looking at my face.

“You ok, darlin’?”

I nod, taking another shaky breath. “Yeah. I’ll…I’ll be ok. Just…mad.”

Will pulls me to his chest, allowing me to bury my face in him as he wraps his arms around me, kissing the top of my head. “You know I love you, but you can’t just go around punching people who are helping us.” I make what I hope is an understanding noise. “Especially not people who are long lost brothers.”

My eyes fly open and I shove myself back from him, staring up into his steel blue eyes.

“BROTHERS?”

Will lets out a confused chuckle. “Yeah. Tommy. Tommy Miller.”

I feel the blood drain from my face, my hands growing clammy. I want to vomit. “Ano…another brother?”

Will knits his eyebrows together. “Yeah. It’s a long story, are you ok?”

I don’t honestly know how to answer his question so I shrug.

“Come on. Maria was going to take us to get a nice meal. You look like you could use it. And you need to sit down. Just…don’t hit anyone else until we’ve all had a chance to talk, yeah?”

I nod, stiffly, but it’s better than throwing up on him. Another brother? My brain races back through the past few years, trying to remember if they ever mentioned another brother. There nay have been a few passing comments, but I never pushed. Everyone has history they don’t want to talk about.

And of course the brother has to be Tommy. My Tommy. No, not my Tommy. But it would fucking figure that he’s a Miller. I can’t seem to get away from them. 

About 15 minutes later, we’re all in a mess hall, warm plates of food in front of us as we all eat in near silence, too consumed on the warm, fresh food to talk. Tommy sits at the other end of the table from me, icing his jaw. Good. I hope it hurts. Another several minutes goes by before Will sets his fork down and clears his throat.

“Alright, I’ll break the silence and ask what we all want to know. Tommy, how do you and Ghost know each other?” 

Ellie practically vibrates off her seat but she says nothing. She must really want to see what will happen because it is definitely not like her to keep her mouth shut. But when neither me nor Tommy answer, Benny sets his fork down and reaches for his cup.

“What, did you fuck her and leave her or something.”

I can feel my face flush, my stomach churning, as Ellie grips my thigh under the table, trying to hold herself together. Everyone looks between me and Tommy for several more seconds before Benny swallows his drink and sets his cup down, staring at Tommy in a mix of disbelief and…anger?

“Oh shit you did! You fucking asshole!”

“It ain’t like that!” Tommy defends himself, glaring a little at Benny.

The rage bubbles up and out of me and I stand, my chair scraping the floor. “The fuck it isn’t! Fuck off!”

I storm outside, gripping a wooden pole to steady myself as I try to remember to breathe, my fingers digging into the wood. I hear the door open and close behind me but I don’t turn to look. 

“Hey,” It’s Maria. “I would really appreciate it if you would stop punching and yelling at my people.”

I turn my head and look at her. “I’d love to say sorry, and I am to you, but Tommy can fuck right off.”

To my surprise, she chuckles slightly. “Well, that may be but we have rules here.” I nod. “Alright, come with me. I have a house for you guys up this street. Tommy can deal with the others-”

Ellie flings the door open and walks over. “I’m not a Miller man so I’m coming with you. If that’s ok?” She asks, sounding a little afraid I’d say no. Which I want to. I want to be by myself. But it’s not her fault. I stand up straight and squeeze her arm. “Just because it’s you.” 

We follow Maria a couple of blocks from the mess hall to a cute grey home. It’s 2 stories, with a tree with a swing in it in the front yard. Maria leads us inside, giving us a mini tour. 

“It has 4 bedrooms and 3 bathrooms. You could each claim a bathroom and make the boys share,” Maria says, lifting her eyebrow at us in mischief. Ellie laughs at the idea. 

“Alright, I’ll come back in about half an hour? Let you guys get a shower and whatever. I’ll bring over some fresh clothes too.”

“Thanks, Maria,” I shake her hand. She nods and walks out the door, closing it behind her. 

Ellie immediately turns to me. “Was that him? That was him, wasn’t it?”

I sigh. She’s not wasting time. “Yeah.”

“HA! I fucking knew it! Just had to make sure it wasn’t another asshole. Can I punch him too?”

“Sure. Just don’t let Maria see you.”

“Awesome.”

She looks at me, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. “You sure have a type, don’t you.”

I punch her arm. “Shut up.”

—----

Turns out, they all thought Tommy was dead. They had a huge falling out, an argument over the Fireflies and missions, to the point where they stopped talking to each other. Then rumor reached them Tommy had died, so they just never mentioned him, too regretful that they never had a chance to make up with him. I’m still annoyed they never told me about the brother they thought had died, but it wasn’t uncommon to not talk about lost loved ones. Especially in this world, that shit can hurt. I told them why I punched Tommy and Benny high-fived me, complimenting the way my fist connected with Tommy’s jaw.

—----

We were supposed to leave in a few days after we had rested. We were supposed to get up early, take our freshly stocked packs and horses Jackson was willing to give us and go. We were supposed to be halfway to Colorado by now. But no. Raiders had been spotted several miles out by a patrol group and it was recommended we wait to leave. I get it but I hate it. Will suggested we offer to help out around town and I got stuck cleaning out animal pens and the rest of them got assigned to chopping wood. Except Ellie, who was welcomed to the local school. But I am mad. I wanted to go. I don't want to stay any longer around Tommy. 

About 6 days after we arrived, I make my way to the stables, stretching as much as I can in my puffy jacket to be ready to muck literal shit when a man approaches me. He’s maybe in his 40s, tanned skin, and light, dangerous looking eyes. 

“Ghost?” He asks as he walks up to me.

“Yeah…”I stop to look at him. 

“Hear you’re a great shot. Could use you today.”

I cross my arms. “I thought they don’t trust newcomers with patrol.”

He shakes his head. “Not patrol. On the wall.”

“Guard duty?”

“You rather shovel shit?” He raises his eyebrows.

I unfold my arms. “You got me there. Let’s go before the wind picks up.”

The man, named John, leads me to a small armory room in the back of a meeting house. The guard to that room unlocks the gate and hands me a sniper rifle and some rounds, locking the gate behind him. John turns on his heel and I follow him out and up the steps to the inner wall where there are some people spread about looking across the open field to the trees beyond. He leads me off to the side and points. 

“Here’s your post. Someone will relieve you for a lunch break and then again when it’s time to go. If you see anyone, infected or not, call it in and wait for orders. Understand?”

I nod. “Yeah. But I have to ask - why am I up here?”

He raises an eyebrow. “You complaining?”

I shake my head and grip the rifle a little tighter. “No. I just…you guys were pretty adamant about the shit shoveling and now I’m on guard duty?”

John reaches out and claps me on the shoulder. “You can thank Tommy. He told us we were wasting your talents back there. Told us how good of a shot you were and so we pulled you.”

Tommy? Why would he even care if I’m shoveling animal feces? Thoroughly confused but grateful to not be near animals for a day, I turn to my post, adjust my rifle, and start my shift, my mind unwillingly slipping to thoughts of Tommy. 

—----

“No, Will. Would you stop asking?”

He raises his hands in surrender. “All I’m sayin’ is you should talk to him, darlin’. There are 2 sides to every story.”

I stomp my foot. “I don’t care, Will. I just want out of here and away from him.”

Benny walks into the kitchen where Will and I were sitting at the table, Joel leaning against the counter, mug of coffee in hand. Ellie was already out with some of the kids she’s already made friends with. 

“You two talking about Tommy again?” Benny asks as he opens the fridge and grabs out a jar with clean water in it and pours a cup. 

Will opens his mouth but I cut him off. “NO. Well, yes but no I am not going to talk to him.”

“I think it would bring you closure, darlin’.”

“I highly doubt that. The man left me. He made his intentions very clear.”

“I don’t think you know the whole story.”

I roll my eyes. “Oh now he has a sob story-”

Benny slams his cup on the counter. “Oh my god! I am tired of hearing you guys talk about Tommy! Ghost, fight him or fuck him, we don’t care. Just get it done!”

My mouth drops open. “What?”

Benny walks up to me and takes my jaw in his large hand. “We love you, Ghost. But seriously, fight him or fuck him. Get it out of your system and over it. We need you clear headed when we go to Colorado.”

I can feel the heat rushing to my cheeks. “Well I think that only leaves me with the fight option.”

The room goes silent. I look around and all of them are pointedly not looking at me, kicking the ground or picking at something on their mug that’s suddenly become very interesting. “Wait…you guys are serious?”

Will shrugs. “I mean, technically, he is a Miller. And our brother. We told him the same thi-”

“Oh. My. God.” I stand up and walk out the back door, almost immediately regretting not grabbing my coat. I wrap my arms around myself and stare into our snow-covered backyard. Did they seriously think I could ever bring myself to let that man into my life again? The back door opens and quietly shuts, boots thudding softly on the porch. Joel wraps my coat around my shoulders and stands next to me, one hand on the porch railing, the other still holding his mug of coffee. He takes a long sip as we stand there in silence for several moments.

“I think you should talk to him, angel.”

I look up at Joel, his angled nose and dark eyes. Those curls that keep getting longer. The grey hairs seeping in more and more. He is getting more hot every day. But he was also the one that was most affected by the fight with Tommy and his supposed death. If Joel thinks I should talk to him….

“Really?”

He takes another sip and finally looks at me. “Yeah. We heard him out and I’m sure he left out some details, but knowing what you told us…I think you need to.”

“But-”

Joel turns his head slightly, asking me to wait. I close my mouth and nod. He clears his throat. “Angel, you need to clear the air with Tommy, not just for closure, but for all of us. This place? Jackson? It’s pretty good. Safe, secure. Has abundant food. Animals. A doctor. A place where one could settle down.”

Ah. “You think we should come back and live here after they get some blood from Ellie?”

He shrugs. “I think we’ll figure it out together. But I’m fairly positive this place is the best case scenario.”

Dammit. He’s right. And if we’re going to stay here, I can’t have that anger hovering over me. I don’t have to like him, but I will have to work with him.

I sigh. “So I can fight him, then?”

Joel chuckles, wrapping his arm around me, taking another sip. “Or fuck him.”

I nudge him with my shoulder. “Joel Miller! Do you not remember that I am married to 3 fine Miller men?”

He nods. “Of course. But Tommy is technically one of us so…”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll keep that in mind between punches.”

“He’s also really ticklish on his lower right side rib.”

“Have I told you how much I love you?”

—----

The next night, I find myself walking up to Tommy’s front door, hand raised but hesitating over it. I finally convince myself to knock and it’s only a few moments before the door opens, and eyes that I thought I’d never gaze into again find mine.

“Ghost? Is everything ok?” His eyebrows are pulled together, worry spreading across his features.

My nod turns into a shrug. “Everyone’s ok.”

His shoulders drop a little in relief. “Oh, good.”

A few moments pass in silence. “Did you want to come in?”

Now or never, Ghost. “I uh…yeah. Can I?”

Tommy steps back, opening the door wider and gesturing inside. “Of course.”

I take a breath and walk inside, Tommy closing the door behind me. “You can hang your jacket there. If you want.” He gestures to a coat rack by the door. I take off my coat and hang it, unsure of really what to do. I kick off my boots for something to break the silent tension, lining them up next to his alongside the wall. It’s a modest sized house, a small living room with a nice fireplace, a kitchen off to the side, and a hallway with, I’m assuming, a bedroom and bathroom. Tommy gestures to the couch.

“Would you like to sit?”

“Oh. Yeah. Sure.” I walk around and sit on the couch, rubbing my legs a little as I figure out how to operate a human body, apparently. Tommy still stands off to the side awkwardly. He hitches a thumb over his shoulder.

“You want somethin’ to drink? I have water, tea, or whiskey.”

“Whiskey,” I say too fast, willing myself to stay cool. A smirk tugs up at the corner of Tommy’s lips as he nods. 

“Whiskey sounds good. I’ll be right back.” He turns and heads into the kitchen, out of sight but clanking around and emerges back with a cup of glasses and a bottle of whiskey. Not homemade. From before.

“Holy shit, Tommy. Pre outbreak whiskey?” I say amazed as he pops open the bottle. 

“Yeah. Found it just before I got to Jackson. Kept it stashed in my bag and only pull it out for special occasions.” 

“I'm a special occasion?”

He doesn't look at me, the tips of his ears turning a light shade of pink as he takes another sip. “You talkin’ to me is.”

My stomach flutters and I feel betrayed by my own body. I’m supposed to be mad, not turned on. I stare at my glass for another long moment before I find some courage to speak, albeit very quietly. 

“Why did you leave? Was I-” a lump forms in my throat as I say the words I've never said out loud. “-was I not good enough?”

Tommy's head snaps to me. “What? No. No! Why would you think that?”

I shrug. “Well, we had sex, me for the first time ever, and then you were gone. What else was I supposed to think?”

“Shit,” Tommy pinches the bridge of his nose. “I didn't think about…” he sighs, turning his body towards me slightly as he finally looks at me. “I've done a lot of shit in my life, honey. Some pre outbreak and some after. Some I…well, I guess I regret. I was not a good man for a while there until one day I got sick of it. Joined the Fireflies. Intended to keep my head low. Help people. Not get involved with anyone in particular. And then you came along.” He takes another sip and I grip my glass a little tighter as I watch him. “Of course I noticed you. You were young, too young. You were what..15? When we first met?”

“Yeah. 15 when we came to the fireflies. But I turned 16 shortly after.”

“Right.” He takes another sip. “Like I said. Young. Beautiful. Anyone could see that. And witty.” He chuckles. “You used to talk circles around everyone, poking fun and they never knew… anyway, one day Marlene asked me to hone your sniper skills. That you were pretty good already but could use some cleaning up. I followed my orders and took you to practice. And fuck did you surprise me. You weren't just pretty good. You were fucking fantastic. Just needed a little cleaning up which took you no time at all. Stealthy as shit. I remember that time you snuck up on me and had a knife to my throat before I could do anything.”

I chuckle, the memory flashing before my eyes. “Yeah. And you called me a little fucking Ghost.”

Tommy's smile lights up the room. “Yeah. I see you still use the nickname.” I can feel my cheeks heating up as I shrug a nod. Several moments pass, but the smile drifts down his face as he gathers his thoughts.

“I promised myself I wouldn't get attached to anyone. Let alone a 16 year old girl. But here you were. Smart, stubborn, beautiful, and a great shot. You listened when I talked and seemed to value what I had to say. And I… I was weak. You flirted, and I broke. I flirted right back, beating myself up every night over it, vowing to put it straight the next day. But then you'd say something clever and I'd forget all over again. The day you kissed me..” he trails off and gets lost for a moment. “That day, I knew I was in over my head. That I was absolutely going to break the vow I'd made for myself. I tried one last time to push you away, but I was kidding myself to think you didn’t feel how I felt. And then you asked..Well you asked me to…for your first time. And told me the reasons why. And I knew I had to give that to you. I owed it to you. But I also knew I had to leave after. I couldn't stay.”

“Why the fuck not?” My anger tastes bitter at the back of my throat as I try to hold back tears.

“Because. I couldn't let you be tied to an older, broken man. You deserved someone better. Someone with more hope than I had. Someone who hadn't been a piece of shit half their life. Someone who could make you proud. So I planned it so I could leave the next morning and not have you follow. Because I knew you would. But it was never because you were less than. It was me. I am the one who's less than.”

Older. Broken. A bad person. The anger and insecurity that had plagued me since that day fizzled out at his admission. That he wasn't good enough to stand with me. To be with me. It was his insecurity I was carrying with me, disguised as my own. My eyes well with tears as I watch him stare at his cup, tracing random lines on the glass with his thumb. I reach out and take the glass from his hand, setting it down next to mine on the coffee table. Tentatively, I take his hand in mine and squeeze it, his eyes dragging up to my face, glistening with shed tears. 

“Tommy, you were never a lesser man to me. You were the man I trusted not just with my body, but with my heart. I'd follow you anywhere.”

A single tear slides down his freckled cheek. “Still?”

I brush the tear away with my thumb. “Always.”

Tommy places his large hand on my cheek, his turn to swipe away my tears with his thumb. Slowly, he moves his hand around the back of my head, drawing me in towards him. My heartbeat races, pounding in my ears. He hesitates, lips just over mine, waiting for me to back away. When I don't, he brushes his lips against mine, hesitant. But then he kisses me again, his lips pressing harder against mine, his hand holding me closer to him as my hand fists his shirt, trying to pull him closer to me. His lips part mine, his tongue sliding in to dance with mine, a low moan emanating from him. His hand tangles in the hair at the back of my head and he pulls, breaking our kiss momentarily to stare into my eyes, a smile slowly spreading across his beautiful face. 

When our lips meet again, it’s frantic. Desperate, wanting, making up for all the years we’d spent apart. I toss my leg over his lap and straddle him, feeling him strain against his jeans. My hips move on their own, my face becoming more warm with desire. One of Tommy’s large hands grips my hip, fingers digging into it to steady me as he bucks up. I gasp, breaking our kiss and Tommy smirks, his hips making the same motion, jolts of pleasure radiating out from his contact. 

Then his lips are on me again, his hands moving under my thighs as he grips then and stands, not even breaking the kiss as he strides towards his bedroom, pausing once to push me against the wall, kissing down my neck and pulling me closer to him. Once inside his bedroom, he sets me down and reaches for my shirt, pulling it up and over my head. We make quick work of each other’s clothes, unbuttoning, moving zippers, and tossing them wherever they might land. I don’t rightly care because he’s kissing me again, his moustache tickling slightly as he walks me back towards the bed, the back of my knees hitting it. I sit and scoot back, breaking the kiss to watch his eyes darken as they rake over my body. 

He crawls over me, laying himself on me as he settles between my legs, his erection pinned between us. We make out some more, his hips grinding a little as he moves himself against my clit, moaning and gasping until neither of us can wait anymore. He pulls his hips back and pushes in and my head flies back, Tommy leaning his forehead on my shoulder as he bottoms out. We both take a moment and then he lifts his head, pinning my wrists above me in each of his hands as he gently slides out and pushes back in, each thrust with increasing force. He kisses me, swallowing my moans and when I can’t hold my mouth to his, moans whimes all I can manage, he shifts my wrists to one hand, the other holding to the head board to give him more leverage as he thrusts up and into me, hitting that magical spot that has me screaming his name only a handful of thrusts later. His curls fall foreward as he comes, gasping and panting my name as he spills himself inside of me. He waits a moment before pulling out, rolling to the side and pulling me towards him, nuzzling in my hair. 

“That was..fuck, honey. I was a fuckin’ idiot for leaving.”

“No argument here,” I chuckle. 

He kisses my neck, his hand moving between my legs, lazily exploring what he finds there. I grab his wrist and pull his hand away, his kisses stopping as I start to turn.

“Honey? You ok-”

I push him on his back, straddling him again. I grab each of his wrists, pinning them to the sides of his head as I iss him deeply, grinding my hips against him. 

“I’m not done with you yet,” I whisper in his ear. 

—----

About a week later, we’re all in the stables, Tommy helping us load up onto horses that Jackson gave us for the next leg of our journey.

“You sure I should stay?” Tommy asks, giving Ellie a hand up on her horse. “I can come.”

Joel shakes his head. “We need you here, Tommy. They need you here. Help keep the lights on and the walls safe so we have somewhere to come back to.”

Tommy studies his brother for a long moment and then nods. “I understand.” He walks around hugging his brothers, every one of them clapping him on the back. He stops at my horse and rechecks all of the buckles for the 20th time. 

“Tommy, the horse is fine. Help me up,” I ask, getting ready to mount the horse. He gives me a boost and waits for me to settle. I lean down and kiss him deeply, Joel complaining that there’s a child in the room and Benny laughing and saying “at least it wasn’t me this time.”

“Be safe, Ghost. I can’t lose you again.”

“You too. Keep it safe for us.”

“You can count on it.”

—----

“Are you trying to shoot it or get it pregnant?” Ellie jokes as Joel takes forever to line up a shot. But when he finally takes it, it nails the target that Ellie had proclaimed “impossible”.

“You asshole,” she mutters in awe.

Joel tries, and fails, to hide a smirk as he shrugs, Benny moving to set up another target.

It had been a couple weeks since we had left Jackson, our journey a little slower than we anticipated due to a couple of closed off paths from the bad snow storm that had come through. We had been taking turns teaching Ellie to shoot and defend herself and, despite his initial grumbling about her being a kid, Joel had dove right into teaching her. 

“Alright, tomorrow we should be arriving at UEC and meeting up with the Fireflies,” Joel announces as we all sit and nibble on cold jerky around a small fire, cuddling a little closer together for warmth. 

“Run through the plan again?” Will asks, his eyes bright and attentive. He was big on details. 

Joel swallows his bite of jerky and begins to tick things off on his fingers. “Get to UEC. Meet up with Fireflies. Have them take blood from Ellie. We all go back to Jackson. They make a cure. We restart humanity.”

Will chuckles. “I think you added a few steps at the end there.”

“I wonder if they can even make a cure,” I think out loud. Everyone stops and looks at me. “Sorry. Just..it's weird, right? I was told that there weren't any vaccines or cures for fungal infections before the outbreak. But maybe they found something out.”

“Way to be optimistic,” Ellie snickers, elbowing my arm. 

“I guess we'll find out.”

—----

The next day, we find ourselves at a small bridge that connects the road to the city proper. And not too far in our destination: UEC. 

Joel dismounts his horse, handing the reins to Ellie who remained seated. He walks to the edge of the bridge and inspects it, walking from side to side and even tapping his foot on the pavement. 

“Not too terrible. Should be ok.”

“With all of us and horses?” Benny questions, staring at the bridge.

Joel thinks for a moment. “This bridge isn't the main one. Just made for a few cars to go over it which is good and bad. Bad because it would be easier to break. Good because people may have not taken it, opting to find the main bridge over.”

We sit in silence as Joel mounts his horse again, Ellie holding on to him from behind. He turns and faces us. 

“We'll go first. If the bridge collapses or whatever, head to UEC and we'll meet up there. Got it?”

We all nod and get in a makeshift sort of line grouping near the start of the bridge. Joel and Ellie slowly make their way over and everything is going great - until a low rumbling catches our ears.

“Yah!” Joel digs his heels in and the horse bolts, just making it to the other side as the bridge collapses behind them. 

Fear spikes through me despite seeing them safe on the other side. A near death and now we're separated? I don't like it. Joel waves and gestures for us to find a way across. We wave our understanding and goodbyes, Joel and Ellie heading further into the city while we skirt the perimeter trying to find another way across. The next bridge is also crumbled to pieces. We ride for several hours and I'm convinced we've covered the entire state of Colorado by this point, but then Benny points it out. 

“There! Ain't that the main bridge?”

Sure enough, it was. We slowly make our way over, observing it for quite some time to make sure we were alone. Which we were. We make it to the other side with no issues, this bridge apparently indifferent to its neglect. We pick our way through the city and come out the other side, heading towards the UEC campus set back and up a slope. But when we get there, my stomach immediately seizes. 

“Something's wrong,” I whisper loud enough for Benny and Will to hear me. 

It's quiet. Too quiet. No sound of people, no sound of a science lab. And no sound of Joel or Ellie. Quietly, we dismount and head inside one of the buildings marked with a Firefly logo. It had been, at one point, a medical staging area, supplies scattered all around. Nothing of consequence to loot so we move forward, Will checking the map sign and figuring out what floor to go to. Maybe we'll find someone there?

Except we don't. It's empty. Abandoned. Not too long ago by the looks of it. Sometime in the last year maybe? But what's worse is no Joel or Ellie. My stomach cramps and my heart leaps into my throat. Where are they? 

Benny opens a door to a lab room, scaring the monkeys that were using it as a home. They scatter, running back through an opening in the side of the wall. 

“Where is everyone?” Benny asks, concern and worry lacing his tone. 

My eyes land on a billboard with a map and a bunch of push pins on specific locations. All pretty nuch leading to Salt Lake City. And next to it…

I move closer, reaching out to trace the hastily drawn Miller M that is tattooed on each of us. Joel.

“He was here,” I say quietly, unable to hold back a single tear that snakes it way down my cheek. Will and Benny stand on either side of me and I point to the M next to Salt Lake City. 

“That's his M alright,” Benny says just as quiet as me. “But why would he just leave?”

My stomach twists again. “Something probably happened and they needed to get out. I mean, we took several hours to get here. A lot can happen.”

Will nods, solemn. “Let's have a look out back. Maybe the had to leave in a hurry and there'll be some way to track them.”

We leave the room and out the back door instead of the main entrance, snow still blanketing the area. We all fan out, unsure of what we'll find until I spot it, unmistakable against the stark white contrast of the snow. 

Blood. 

“Will! Benny!” I yell, willing the tears to stop as I stare down at the small pool. They come up beside me. 

“We don't know if that's theirs, darlin’” Will says. 

Benny points. “I think it might be. Look, theres hoof prints. And,” he kneels down, picking up something small and metal from the snow. “Ellie’s knife.”

We all nod at each other and head back to our horses, quickly following the hoofprints out of town, desperate and afraid of what we'll find at the end of them.

—----

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[massiveharmonytiger]

THIS!

On that note, I once got a panic attack at a man grabbing a woman's arm and yelling at her in a movie. Something I had seen in so many shows and movies before, but it was just something about these particular people doing it in this particular way that triggered me. It wasn't even that violent, relatively speaking, it was more intimidating if I had to describe it. But it had me hyperventilating, trembling, sobbing. The works. Here's what its imdb content rating looks like.

Keep in mind that at the time I had experienced in real life and watched/read what other people would consider "triggering content." But those things didn't have the same effect on me. I was relatively numb to what most people would call "shocking" or "dead dove do not eat." Let's compare the movie above with the imdb content rating for stuff that I was regularly consuming and significantly less affected by.

So I absolutely agree with "What one person sees as graphic might be someone else's "that's it?" moment."

Who does decide what content is “triggerworthy”?

People have been trying to get it right for ages now and people STILL get upset.

I mean, on ao3 we have the luxury of the authors doing it (with the fandom chewing them out about it when they do it "wrong", something that's entirely subjective because who decides what "wrong" is) But most of the time when we're talking about other media content, things have to be screened, usually by someone other than the creator.

So the people doing the screening may be getting triggered by events A, B and C, flag these as "triggerworthy" events, only for the audience to get triggered by events D, E and F.

I'm sure ao3 authors are tagging whatever they think is important or relevant because no author wakes up and thinks they want to lose readers, but we have to keep in mind the fact that they're experiencing the work differently because they're not looking at it with fresh eyes like a reader or audience would when they "screen" it and decide which tags to use.

I'm just not sure how fair it is to place the task of discernment on other people when what's "triggerworthy" is extremely subjective and culturally motivated.

I'm not saying we should do away with ratings and content warnings. I mean, those things can be extremely useful and they definitely help prepare me when I decide whether or not to watch or read something.

It's just that people seem to have this perception that people won't get triggered by content if it's been sufficiently screened, tagged and labelled and that's just not the case.

gently grabs you by the chin hey. if an author selects “chose not to use archive warnings” on a fic, they’re allowed. even if you don’t like it or disagree.

[that-smallinjured-bowylamb]

Creepy!Yuu and Victim!Reader Concept.

Warnings: Actual stalking, creepy behavior, psychotic habits, vague threats(?), just Yuu being creepy in this AU[no shit], swearing, implications of suicide(?), bullying, isolating, s€lf-h@rm, blackmailing with photos, harassment, mentions of death, tell me if I missed anything!!!

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•So, it'll start in 5th or 3rd grade. You remember playing with your other friends or you could be alone. Now, let's say you were running and suddenly bumped into a kid, Yuu. Yuu was a strange kid, they were in your P.E class but never seem to speak to you. While you spoke with many others.

•You weren't sure where it began when you felt a pair of eyes on you. It started small, just Yuu and you walking past by the hall. And you'd hang out with your friends, do assignments that were easy to do, and get good grades.

•Then, at high school. It all spiraled, bit by bit. Starting with your sanity. You'd feel the pair of eyes frequently, especially in your home. It felt like you were being watched. Someone follows you when you go out to do groceries, shop, or even just hang out with your friends somewhere you all hang out usually. Someone stares at you and you don't know who. Could it be that guy wearing a hat and trench coat? He seems busy with his cigarettes, staring into the horizon of something. Or, could it be that woman? Who could it be? You'd look behind yourself so much, your friends start to take notice and are quite worried for you. You'd reassure them that you're fine but wonder out loud if they've ever felt someone watching them. They said no. You shrug off the feeling forcefully. Thinking it is just paranoia, that no one is truly following you... was that a figure dashing in the crowd?

•Your sanity is slowly being chipped away for reasons unknown. You started receiving love letters from who? Especially when these love letters start right after you hang out with your friends. It starts with sweet admiration for you, expressing how blessed they are to have the privilege to see you, to speak with you. Then it'd get creepier, saying how lovely your eyes will be in a jar or something. It creeped you out. Why would someone tell you that? That's fucking insane. You'd show this to your friends, they suggest calling the cops. But when they reported it, there were no fingerprints. They've suspected every student, including Yuu. But something, or a small part of you tells you that Yuu could be behind it. People are sneaky, and so are stalkers.

•It would happen all too quickly. All you remembered was how you'd bumped into Yuu again, just like in old times. They've seemed strange, and still are. Yuu would wave at you, and you'd wave back. But when you past Yuu? You felt their eyes linger on your figure. Something went down your spine, and it is not good at all. Your paranoia made you lose sleep, you couldn't sleep knowing someone was watching you, anywhere and anything you did or went, they were there. A part of you thought it was just a prank someone had set up to scare you, but it went on and on and on. Just like what you felt in elementary school. That feeling never shook off. No matter how many schools you transferred to or how many countries you went to, it always felt like they were near. But who? Why? Why was it you? Why did it have to be you? Who is doing this? What do they want? From the way they were expressing their love to you, it felt off. Why would they want to harm you in the same breath they claim to love you?

•One time, when you were showering, you felt eyes on you again. It didn't matter if your windows were closed or if you even had windows at all. It was there, you couldn't see it, you didn't know who was in there. Do you? Maybe, your going insane, you need to check to a psychiatrist after this. This is not going good. But, when you finished showering? Guess what. A letter was on your sink. It was creepy how your stalker got inside while you were showering. This made you want to puke, you wanted to throw up. What the hell is this? Why is this happening to you? You never consented to this! Why!?- breath. Take deep breaths. You'll be fine. For now. You were shaking.

•And it all happened so suddenly, all of your friends were being distant with you, despite their reluctance into talking with you, you still manage to get through one. They claimed they've been threatened and blackmailed by an unknown number to stay away from you, but why? Why must they do this? What did you do? It must be that stalker again, isn't it? Who else would it be?

•What will happen to your future? Your life? What will happen to your plans? Will they all go to waste? You don't wanna die. Not yet. Not ever. You still had a lot to do, why are you suffering now? Please don't do this.

•And there was this one day, one of your friends went missing. Yes, missing. Gone. No where to be seen. Last seen alone before disappearing. This isn't- it shouldn't be- why? Why would they do this? What's happening to you? You've grown scared. Scared of what will happen to your other friends. Now, there are rumors about you, bad ones. Everyone makes fun of you, bullies you for being different. Your friends are scared now, they don't wanna be near you, or else they'll be next.

•One night, you were over this. You wanted to die. There was no use in living if this continued. Why, is your life a joke to them? What else do you have? Your future is going to be taken away from you, sooner or later.

•One day, just one day, Yuu came by and saw you crouched down on the floor. Crying. They approached you.

"What's wrong?" Yuu said, crouching beside you, "I-I *hic* c-can't-" you sobbed out, it was much too painful for you to explain, but with the written words on your desk, it's already explainable. Yuu rubs your back, reassuring you that they're here.

Yes, they are here. With you.

"It's alright, I'll help you." Yuu promised. But something didn't feel right with their eyes. Something felt off about them, something not normal.

You looked into their eyes, it seemed empty. No empathy or anything, just soulless. Something told you not to trust them, are you sure you would willingly take their hand? If you were to be so desperate, you'd take it.

And, you did.

•Being with Yuu wasn't so bad, if only you could stop feeling them stare at you whenever you were in the their peripheral vision. It wouldn't be so bad if you couldn't shake off the feeling they might've been breathing down your neck and smelling your hair.

•One time you visited their house, and guess what? They had the same products you used. They said they like this type of products and maybe both of you have a lot in common, so you shrugged it off, but still had suspicions. Talking to them was fun, and every minute they'd glance at you, then your figure, then wherever they can see from you. It creeped you out. It reminded you of your stalker...

...your stalker... is it..? Could it be..?- Ah, no, no its alright. Maybe, they're just looking? Just looking. Paranoia is getting to you, really. Yes, that's it. Nothing else, you aren't scared. You aren't hurt, yet.

•Whenever Yuu visits your house, you always see them checking for places, specifically , your closet. They've always brushed it off. Saying that they were afraid of ghosts or monsters that hid in there. Even when you reassured them, there isn't. You've once caught them in your laundry room. What the fuck? Anyway, Yuu said if you had any spare clothes for them, maybe that's why they checked your laundry? But, you've already stated before you didn't have any spare clothes for then... maybe they forgot? Yeah, maybe they did. It was every weekend for you and Yuu. Yuu would visit your house, and Yuu visit theirs. Of course, excluding a sleepover at their house since they don't like hanging out in their room, which is alright, if it weren't for the suspicious gleam in their eyes.

•And one day, in that incident, broke Yuu and your friendship. The door to Yuu's bedroom was left ajar, you heard muffled noises in there. You didn't know if you should check or not. But the desperate thought at the back of your head wanted to find out, to do something. You still weren't over the fact that you have a stalker. You were sure about it. You wanted to find out, Yuu said they'll come back after buying something in the groceries, you had enough time. No one is watching you, your nervous.

•And then you see your fucking friend. Tied up with ropes and a cloth around their mouth, muttering incoherent noises while tears well-up in their eyes. They look like they wanted to scream, but sobbed in their cloth instead. You removed their cloth and began to try and untie the ropes.

•A gun was held to the side of your head. No. No, no, no, nonononono!-

"Shhh, don't cry. You aren't my target." Yuu smiled maliciously. They carried your cheek, you were paralyzed.

Until they shot your friend in front of you.

.... what are you going to say now? Nothing. You felt empty, paralyzed. What were you supposed to do? What now? You were shaking, yet your eyes held no emotion, just staring at your lifeless friend. Their precious blood pours out for all the sinners to see. Why, to the holiest of creatures, had to be killed by creatures of sinners? Crimsons pour out of their body like forbidden wine. Your throat wanted you to scream, your mind said no, your heart told you to run. But Yuu kept you in place, they showed you photos,

Photos of you in the bathroom, changing, and most of them were risqué view. Why?

•Why did it have to be you? Of all people, it had to be you? You? Yuu? It's you? It's Yuu's fault. Not yours. You. Yuu? Why, a few hours ago you were fine. Maybe you should've stayed curious, stayed oblivious. Maybe you wouldn't have fallen in so deep, if you didn't keep sticking your nose somewhere you didn't belong. Why? Why? Why did it have to be you? What did you do to deserve it?

•Now Yuu has you in their grasp. Finally. You'll continue being with them, won't you? Not like you can say no to them. Yes, they're aware, monsters and ghosts are bad and scary. But not as bad as humanity. A world where humanity thrives and no other species lived. Either killed or myth. What's more scary is that the closest person to you might betray you. Usually a human.

•Yuu had shown you what they'll do when you try to snitch on them. There's no point in backing out now. Especially when they know everything in your life. You had no privacy, no peace to yourself, nothing. What was there to do when they knew every step you made, every breath you take, your movement being counted down by the second, the crinkle in your eyes copied in a wink, every conscious of 'yourself' is stolen.

•Every laugh, every habit. They had it. They loved you, no, not love, they wanted you. They wanted to be you. They wanted to merge into one.

•You had given up, or did you? You felt like a vessel in a body. Was this yesterday or a month ago? You couldn't remember when it started. When did it start when you felt 'yourself' empty? It was like your 'self' had been poured out of "you." Gone and drained. It's like water flowing down the sewerage after a shower, 'cleansing' your body whole. You watch as Yuu took 'you'. You watched as Yuu took your friends and isolated you. All the while watching everything you do.

•Now, it's time. You've tied a noose. This time, no one is here. Yuu's friends have been dragging them around for a hang out time. They've been so lively lately. While you were left as a bodily husk of who you used to be. The rope goes tighter, fastening itself around your neck like a snake coiling around you, sweet venomous promises of eternal peace. Close your eyes, sewn shut. You'll find a new peace, sweet dreams.

You kicked off the chair that held your two feet.

Everything was dark but you were still breathing, what?

Aren't you supposed to be dead?

Welcome to Night Raven College.

End.

This took very long for me to finish btw.

The 'love letters' btw are

Note 1: "Your eyes shine under the moon's beam, it reflects the nature of your soul, oh, how privileged I am to live in your presence."

Note 2: "You've seemed quite lonely amidst a sea of companions, how I wish I could be beside you like your friends."

Note 3: "When you do your lessons it inspires me, when you tie your laces on the shoes, it reminds me of those nights where I'd imagine you were the shoes."

Note 3: "Your hair is beautiful, I collect every strands that fell. Oh, how they shine for no one else but I. You do not understand the effects you have on others."

Note 4: "If I were you, I'd gouge my eyes out, and collect them in my jars. Admire them for hours on end, mesmerized by their shine that once belonged to a part of you."

Note 5: "I see your figure by night, I see your soul by day. Whether you cover yourself or not, you are still a masterpiece I'd pay."

Note 6: "You've grown more beautiful by the day, how lucky your friends must be. If only I took their place. Would you look at me like you look at them? I could only hope."

The bathroom note:

"Your body is what I desire. Your hair, eyes, lips, nose, teeth, jaw, neck, limb, bones, and joints. Every part of you, I want to tear apart until I see your divine blood all over the cold, marble floor. If I had the chance, I would grabbed you and shoved you into the toilet and made you drown, that way, you wouldn't stop me nor scream for what my sins will do."

[luciemggio]

The ghost in our bed (part 2): the light stayed on

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x freader

Summary: part 2 of “the ghost in our bed”, they are trying again…

Warnings: none

Forgiveness didn’t come easily.

Not after that.

Not after Sharon.

Not after your sheets — your home — were rewritten into a place where betrayal had lived.

You didn’t erase what happened. You couldn’t.

You remembered the shape of her hair on your pillow. The way he pulled the sheets up like it mattered. The trembling in his voice when he said “I didn’t mean to.”

That wound stayed.

It ached when you saw blonde hair in passing.

It bled when you reached for his mug out of habit and remembered that morning — how you had brought his favorite takeout. How you had walked in with hope.

And walked out broken.

So no — it didn’t disappear.

But neither did he.

He never begged.

Never cornered you with apologies or grand gestures.

Instead, he gave you space and presence — an impossible balance he somehow honored.

A letter arrived every week.

Not poems. Not pleas.

Just honesty.

“-I still sleep on the couch. Even though it’s my bed. I can’t bring myself to lie there without you. I keep seeing her, and I hate myself. Not for the act — but for how I threw you away like you were temporary.”

“-The bed is made. Hasn’t been unmade since. It feels like a grave.”

“-I dream of you. Not of kissing or touching. Just… brushing your hair behind your ear. Making you laugh again. I miss that sound. I miss who I was with you.”

He didn’t ask you to respond.

And you didn’t.

Not yet.

But you read every letter.

Held them like they might answer questions your heart didn’t know how to ask.

The first time you saw Sharon again, it was an accident.

You ran into her outside a cafe.

She looked… unbothered. Still perfect. Still sharp.

She met your eyes. Didn’t smile. Didn’t speak.

But you saw something flicker.

Not guilt.

Just acknowledgment.

Like she knew exactly who you were. What she had touched. What she’d been a part of.

And maybe, for one second, she regretted it.

You didn’t say a word.

You just walked away. She didn’t need acknowledgment.

Because you didn’t need her apology.

You needed his consistency.

He showed up that weekend.

Not at your door — he never crossed that line.

But on the sidewalk across the street, sitting on the same bench where he used to wait when you’d run late after work.

He had the notebook.

The one you kept closed on your nightstand now.

He just held it. Quietly.

Like a memory.

You watched him from your window.

And for the first time, you didn’t feel rage.

You felt… tired.

Tired of grieving something that wasn’t dead. Just wounded.

You opened the door.

Didn’t wave. Didn’t invite him in.

But you let him see you.

And that was enough.

All you knew was that you missed him.

He called you three days later.

The first time you’d picked up.

“I’m not expecting anything,” he said, voice small. “But I need to say this out loud.”

You waited.

“I remember the exact second I betrayed you. It wasn’t when I kissed her. It was the moment before, when I felt the loneliness and didn’t call you. When I didn’t trust that you would stay. That’s the moment I failed.”

The silence between you was thick.

Then you said: “I still can’t sleep in that bed.”

His breath caught.

“I’ll never ask you to.”

Another pause. You nodded to yourself.

“Okay,” you whispered. “Then maybe we start with coffee.”

And you did.

Awkward at first. Too many silences. Too many ghosts in the corner.

But he never touched you without asking. Never used I miss you as a weapon.

He just listened.

Learned.

Rebuilt trust in inches.

He asked about the nightmares. Yours this time.

He learned which scent no longer triggered you.

He got rid of the sheets — on his own — and brought you new ones in your favorite color. Never once asked to lie in them.

He said:

“I don’t want to go back. I want to go forward. With all the cracks and shadows. If you can live with them, I’ll never pretend they’re not there.”

And somehow, you found yourself smiling. Not at who he had been. But at who he was trying to be now.

The first time he kissed you again, it wasn’t passionate. It was hesitant.

Careful.

On the side of your mouth — like a question. Like he waited for permission.

And when you didn’t pull away, his hands didn’t roam. They stayed on your hips. Anchored. Gentle.

Like he didn’t need anything else.

“Do you still love me?” he asked, voice trembling.

You didn’t answer right away. Because yes would be too easy.

So you said:

“I never stopped. I just needed to love myself first.”

And he nodded.

“Then let me love you like you taught me to.”

Eventually, you slept beside him again. Same apartment.

New bed.

New rules.

He asked for consent even just to hold your hand in the dark.

And when you woke up crying one night, the image of them still lingering — he didn’t try to explain it away.

He just pulled you to his chest and whispered:

“I hate that I gave you this pain. But I will hold it with you. Every time.”

He earned it back. Not with words. But with presence. With patience. With unwavering, quiet devotion.

Until, one day, you stopped flinching when he touched your hair.

Until the scent of another woman no longer haunted the space between your bodies.

Until your home felt like yours again.

Together.

Not perfect.

But healing.

Real.

And one night — a soft Sunday morning turned moonlit quiet — he said, “I love you.”

You didn’t hesitate.

“I know.”

Then you leaned in. Kissed him on your pillow. In your bed. And this time, it was only love.

The betrayal didn’t disappear.

But the love outlived it. And that was enough. You left the light on. And this time, he came home with honor. With truth. With you.

And you were happy together again…

[universalzones]

"The fuck does it matter if I speak my mind or tell my story? Even with the whole Phantom Rider crap a lot of people still doubted me. All people will see is G.U.N arresting a criminal that should've been locked up after tearing through a town and hurt people." Surge wasn't even going to mention how easily G.U.N could pump out any number of stories they wanted and still seem believable.

"Yeah, I'm with sparky here. My goal is to call G.U.N out for their crap, though my younger sister wanted me to put in a good word for the spiky electric hero," he said crossing his arms not intimated by Surge's threat. "Ain't the force time I've been threatened and it won't be the last since I'm sure G.U.N will put me on there list of reporters they don't like. Also, I just run online forums. Not legit recording equipment or anything."

Surge squints her eyes at the canine, slowly connecting the dots. "You're related to the squirt I met at the festival after I first sent the Phantom Rider high tailing it out of here. What do you actually get out of this? Cause I ain't buying you're doing this just for your sister," the tenrec said crossing her arms. "And call me sparky again and you'll need your jaw wired shut to heal."

"Hey, I put G.U.N to the fire all the time in my forums, this is just the latest story. Though I guess I don't fully trust G.U.N like everyone else so them having a super weapon like you is something I'd like to bring to people's attention. As long as I get my story out it'll spread. Hopefully large scale station's will start being up G.U.N's case." A simple goal, though one that reached will make G.U.N tread carefully.

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Kitsunami looked down at the offered hand with clear distain. "I can keep up on my own." The fennec had made many more modifications to his pack so could go much longer distance's without having to refill it in order not to slow Surge down. Without Starline getting in his way he could made more practical upgrades to his pack and actual improvements. Of course he knew the reason why Starline always prevented him from doing such a thing. He didn't want him to have too much power or start thinking on his own. With that said he dashed off after Sonic.

"Just so you know this doesn't makes us friends. I still don't trust you, even if you didn't intentional mean to lie about Surge not making it." Seems Kitsunami was still holding a bit of a grudge about that incident, even if he was aware that Sonic truly believed Surge didn't make it out alive. Though maybe he was trying to convince himself more than anything else. Trying to reject the kindness that the hedgehog showed him when he was at his lowest point, when he was more concerned about Surge than trying to stop her, and that fact he keeps extending a helping hand rather than wishing to see them locked up.

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"Those are fair points, though not just anyone can do what Starline or Shadow's creator did. If so we'd see far more people with those abilities. Speaking as one who such abilities it's rather... complicated. I'm sure you of all people know how complex the power one wields can be fighting such foes of the years and simply seeing Sonic in action. I don't wish to imply I'm down playing your concerns, though it's an amazing feat to create someone with such power abilities." This was just Blaze's honest opinion.

"Though I have no intention of ignoring such logical reasoning and concerns. At this point I believe we must take every piece of information with, how they say, a grain of salt. I hope that is the correct expression." Expressions wasn't the feline's strong suit quite yet. "For now let us just hope that they can't recreate any of Starline's work without all the needed piece's, and do our best to keep those piece's out of their hands." The princess didn't intend to roll over and let them have their way after all.

"Perhaps we should wait until we're at a more secure location. Maybe Miles lab as I can't think of anywhere more secure than that." Belle doubts the entirety of G.U.N could get into his lab if Miles didn't want anyone in, not to mention how secure his network must be. Belle-Bot wasn't connected to any network fully so the risk of it getting hacked into was low, though she still hadn't fully finished the firewall to prevent hacking. She hadn't even given the bot a proper field test though things were intense moments ago.

The sheep seemed to glance to one side as if everything Surge said she mostly agreed with. Or maybe had already been discussed in private. It was very clear what GUN was up to and yet there was almost nothing they could do to stop this. Gun was powerful politically and, though they had come to a tenuous agreement she had a feeling it wouldn't last. How long before they targeted Kit? or maybe they didn't think he was a big enough threat to even bother with?

" That's already been talked about to some degree. But short of an all out war between GUN and Restoration... i'm not sure we could find a peaceful way to stop them. The best solution was handing you over... and none of us like that much either. The best we could do was protect Belle and Kitsunami... "

She clenched her fists and her body language spoke of just how much she hated this. no matter what Surge felt, she very much had grown to feel as if Surge were part of the team. More then that... she was just starting to break that ice and maybe become friends and now this.

" Which is why i think we need to have eyes on both of them... i know Belle is already thinking of running off. I think its best if both of them lay low for awhile till we figure this all out...its just... this still feels like we are losing this battle..."

She fidgeted but snapped her trap shut once she saw the reporter. How did he even get up here and she hoped he didn't hear anything she said. She sighed crossing her arms as he rambled on to probably the worst person on base. Yea if she were Surge she'd jack slap him to! She pinched the bridge of her nose as any good PR was going to help them in the long run.

" Well... he is a Reporter Surge, if you ever wanted to speak your peace to the world... now is the time. But try to keep it PG... and remember anything you say can and WILL be used against you... so choose your words very carefully..."

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Sonic placed his hands behind his head and watched the Fennec join them though, he seemed ready to split. He sure was pissed wasn't he? Not that he blamed him, truthfully Sonic was on his last nerve with GUN to. Still looked like the kid harbored alot of animosity toward him maybe just left over bits of Starlines fuckery or maybe he was just bitter about this whole situation.

Sonic checked his phone and flicked his thumber across the screen to the map location Surge had given him. He sighed a bit as he hated the idea of leaving Surge right now--- but she was right he made a promise it was time to keep it.

" Yep, she gave me a location and made me promise to take you there--- and i'm a hog of my word! just think of me as a taxi... i'll drop you off and the rest is on you bud... Alright Surge Kitsunami and i are gonzo... stay safe... ok? "

He held a hand out for Kitsunami to take so they could take off. He didn't think it was a good idea to grab the kid without his say so or he could lose an arm! or get bit! either way once Kit grabbed on he disappeared in a flash of motion and crack like thunder! He didn't think it would take him long to reach that location... then he needed to link up with tails and plan there next move.

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Miles had been sitting and mulling over the situation as it had so man angles to consider. But his eyes shifted to Blaze as she spoke and he seemed to sink further into his thoughts. He couldn't disagree more with her on many fronts. Sonic and His DNA especially was easy enough to come by due to all there extended battles within the city and beyond. Every injury they took and every drop of blood could easily have been collected by GUN over the years--- but far more importantly... they didn't need it as they had something far more potent to use.

" I know i say i'm the smartest mobian alive ... but let's be real here. Before Starline came along none of us would have imagined anyone on his intellectual level. Eggman might have expanded his horizons... but he was already a genius of exceptional levels before that. To imagine that GUN doesn't have someone of that level working for them is foolish--- why go and do any of this if you didn't have the ability to finish your goal. They might be brash but GUN has never been fools..."

He stated in a very calm manner as he swished his tails behind him in a very agitated way. He was clearly upset with this situation and wished like Sonic to pummel gun to dust! But unlike Sonic he understood how awful that would look... they were the good guys after all they had to follow the rules.

" As for Sonic's DNA or mine or any of those who fight Eggman on the regular. We all take our lumps... a drop of blood, a chunk of fur, a lost quill... its very common for that to happen to us. If Thawn is as devious as he appears... he might have enough stored DNA to last him a life time--- but he doesn't even need that. Do you know what he has butt loads of? Black Arms DNA... they gathered up all those bodies all those years ago and even before that they had shadow trapped for YEARS and took who knows how many samples... "

" If GUN's aim is to create some super solider... they have the resources ...question isn't if they can but when... and what there ultimate intent is... i won't sugar coat it Blaze, it's not great... and things could turn very quickly in GUNS favor. Only thing we have going for us is that i had the foresight to lock all of starlines notes in my personal vaults... so even if they wanted to, they would be starting from scratch. so we... have time... if nothing else "

Jewel buzzed her wings landing next to Belle and opted to focus on things she was more willing and able to handle. Fighting GUN felt like a battle for sonic and tails not restoration. Choose your battles Jewel! choose your battles!

" Yes... they helped us on several join ventures. I put all of them in a single file to keep things organized. But also because i never trusted the man... so at the very least we should be able to scour the files and see what he was actually up to. I'm more worried they will try to pin this all on restoration... or worse Eggman will use all of this distraction to strike while we are divided..."

She sighed softly as she stared at Belle

" But one battle at a time Belle... we can start scouring that data and assess the damage he did. I still feel foolish for not realizing what he was up to... in a way... this is all my fault..."