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hyunjilicious · 8 months

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[perv!bang chan x f!reader] and also [lee felix x reader but established relationship]

Summary: the 'there was only one bed trope' but with a twist, because there were more beds available, you were already in a perfect relationship with Felix, and neither of you knew just how head over heels for you Chan was (SMUT) 3k

Warning: obsessed!Chan, like crazy after you why-is-she-so-perfect!Chan, unprotected sex, fucking while someone's supposed to be sleeping in the same bed?? (😭), Chan's a bit of a perv so mentions of creampies, masturbation (m.), cum play, oral (m. receiving), hints of degradation etc. also unedited 🤧 18+ PLS

"I think I'm gonna go to sleep" you mumbled, jolting awake after the sound of an explosion ripped through the room. You rubbed your cheek against Felix's shoulder as a little goodbye, and prepared to stand up.

"No, no, wait!" he called for you, hands still on the controller and eyes still on the enemies on the screen. "I'm coming with you, gimme a sec"

"Hey" Jeongin nudged Felix in the side, him too partially absorbed by the game as he spoke, "We just started this campaign, you're not going to sleep unless you find someone to take your place"

"Yeah, but-"

"Lixie, it's fine" you cooed, pecking the top of his head, "Play all night if you want, don't worry"

"Are you sure?" he asked, turning to face you only for Jeongin to snap.

"Dude!" he cried, doing his best to cover his lovesick friend, "Pay attention, we'll get surrounded"

"Shit, sorry" Felix resumed playing only for his friend to chuckle.

"It's ok"

"I'm gonna go now, ok?" you giggled and advanced towards the door. "Make sure to win!"

Despite turning his head to face you, Felix's eyes remained on the screen. "Good night, angel. I love you"

"Good night, Y/n!"

"Good night, guys. And good luck!"

After leaving their room, you stopped by the kitchen for a little snack, washed your face, changed into your pajamas and then joined Chan in bed.

This wasn't the first time you, Felix and Chan all shared a room, but it was the first time it happened because neither of you bothered to think of the sleeping arrangements before renting the cabin.

With 4 double beds and 9 people in the group, Chan decided to take one for the team and be the one to sleep on the couch. And he would've done just that, had the living room not been the main hangout spot day and night - so that was why he was there tonight, in your bed, almost drifting off, because you and Felix were the most adamant about having him a decent place to sleep.

"Hey, Y/n" Chan greeted you, only his eyes peeking from under the fluffy duvet. "Where's Felix?"

"Playing"

"Still?" he gasped, "It's almost 3"

Laughing, you got in bed under the covers, "I know, I'm surprised too. You're in bed before him and I.n. Never thought I'd live to see this"

"Maybe it's my turn to be an early bird, who knows?" he said softly, eyes drifting closed as the words left his mouth. The light was swiftly turned off, and silence settled.

Truth be told, you were extremely tired and Chan sleeping so close to you wasn't a source of discomfort, yet somehow, your brain refused to settle into a peaceful sleep. You were used to sleeping without Felix due to your schedules, what you weren't used to however was sleeping without him when he was in the same building as you. But, with no plans for the next day, you settled for slipping in and out of consciousness, slightly amused by Chan's little snores as you waited for Felix to come to bed.

At one point, during one of those little time frames where you managed to fall asleep, you were jostled awake by the feeling of the mattress dipping on either side of your hips.

"Felix?" you mumbled, trying to turn around but the weight on your back kept you pinned into place. "Felix, what are you doing?" this time you giggled, knowing very well that no one else would be shamelessly kissing your neck like that.

"Quiet, love" he shushed you and moved on to attack the other side of your neck, "Mm, so sweet"

"Felix, what are you doing!?" you whispered - or moaned, smiling as you tried to pry him off of you.

"Shh, you'll wake Chan"

You were about to ask something, say something - mumble whatever, but then you felt it, "Felix-" you cupped his cheek, "That's your phone, right?"

"My phone's here, flower" he grinned and waved it around in his hand that was resting by your pillow.

"What did you and Jeongin do?" you laughed, the feeling of his rock hard cock against your ass helping you awaken fully. You were ready to get out of bed, head to the bathroom, hop in the shower maybe, relieve the stress somehow, but he had other ideas.

"Doesn't matter, all I know is that I want you now"

But you didn't get a chance to even try to stand up because his hand found its way past the waistband of your pants, under your underwear and to your pussy in record time.

"Felix!" you whispered exasperated, "Chan's right here! Are you insane!?"

"He's fast asleep, relax"

"Felix! He can wake at any moment!"

"Be quiet if you don't want that to happen" he groaned, and tugged down your pants without even the tiniest bit of help from you.

Unable to suppress your lust induced grin, you watched him over your shoulder as he worked himself out of his own sweatpants, his cock springing free, hard and throbbing against your naked ass.

"Quiet, yeah?" he more so demanded, but then refused to help you whatsoever. He knew what he was doing, pushing your limits - of self control, fed on the fact that Chan might catch you - his cock aching at the thought. And the fact that you were visibly on the same length, pussy wet and warm against his fingers, your heart beating rapidly under him, only fueled him more. Maybe you wanted Chan to hear you. It drove him wild.

Initially, he was going to work you up a bit, get you right where he wanted you with a few simple but experienced flicks of his fingers, but you were already there, panting and waiting. So, without bothering to waste any more time, he guided himself to your entrance and rammed his cock inside you, balls deep from the first thrust.

"Fuck!" the whine involuntarily broke past your lips, forcing you to press your face into the pillow.

"Easy, baby, like that" Felix praised you, his tone deep and raspy against your ear, as he started rolling his hips into yours.

Knowing you should keep quiet made everything worse. Every single sense was amplified, you could feel his breath - hear it, hot and goosebumps worthy. One of his arms around your body, the other one right beside your head - his hand, gathered into a fist, and his silver rings having the faint light from outside beautifully roll off them inches away from your lips. He smelled pretty - chocolate on his lips and the cologne he always wore. It was bad, you were done for, because the second your mind wandered off and you felt every single little vein on his throbbing cock rub against your walls, you bit into your lips and cried in order to suppress your moan.

"Angel" Felix threatened, "You're too loud, you'll wake him up"

"Felix-" you barely said before he slapped his hand against your mouth, lowered himself completely on top of you and fully halted his movements.

Only when Felix stilled, did you hear Chan. Wide eyed and terrified, you both watched him roll onto his back to face the ceiling - mouth slightly open as he prepared to resume snoring.

You wanted to say something, but Felix's hand covering your mouth wasn't budging. "Think you can shut up, love?" he asked.

Had you two been alone, you'd have dared push it and swear you'd be quiet, but with Chan stirring in his sleep mere inches away from Felix's dick which was balls deep inside your cunt, you didn't really need the extra adrenaline. So you just squeezed your eyes shut and shook your head against his hand, your honesty making him chuckle.

"That's ok, I got you"

His tone was reassuring, he knew how to talk to you to keep you calm, but he did it on purpose now. He had no reason to be this sweet only to then resume his thrusting with no warning whatsoever.

You couldn't call his name, you couldn't moan, couldn't cry, all that was left for you to do was sink - and drown under the weight of his body on top of yours. His thrusts were slow but deep and rhythmic, enough to drive you crazy, but again, he knew you.

"Can you cum for me like this?" he questioned again against your ear.

He knew it wasn't always exactly the easiest for you to finish, and he knew exactly what to do and how to do it in order to get you there, but what he didn't know was just how much Chan's presence affected you. He was about to find out though, and you weren't exactly excited for the conversation.

Oh, the dread. It was excruciating for him really, the anxiety making it all worse. What kind of a pervert just lays there listening - what kind of a man - oh, the whimpers. Fuck.

Why did he think turning over to sleep on his back would be a better idea - less pressure on his throbbing cock, obviously, but his face was exposed and one long enough look from either you or Felix and his cover would have been blown. No one sweats that much in their sleep, no one breathes like that when they're supposed to be far away, deep inside the dreamland, unless it was a nightmare. But the more he thought about it, that was what this was, a long, painful and disgusting nightmare.

He didn't know when it all stopped, when either of you finished. Chan wished he could've heard you, maybe also stolen a glance but it was too much, too risky, he knew he'd have never been able to look either of you in the eye if he had been caught.

But once it was all done, once it was all over and you two had cleaned up and cuddled into each other to sleep, he finally felt free enough to turn around and face away from you. Now he could keep his eyes open and squint in pain as much as he needed, as just because his best friend was done fucking the love of his life, didn't mean his raging erection suddenly disappeared.

What he was waiting for was a snore, a loud noise which you'd both ignore, something, anything, to let him know you were both asleep and that he could get out of bed.

While in reality it had been no more than 20 minutes since Felix entered the bedroom, to Chan it felt like it was already the last day of vacation, as if a whole week had been drained out of him by the time he finally reached the bathroom.

He had never hopped in the shower as fast as he did now, not even waiting for the water to warm up. He just propped himself there, one hand against the marble wall and his head hanging low as he stood and cursed.

He hoped the water would not only wash away the sweat off his body, but also the absolute obscenities that crossed his mind. The way he grabbed his cock was involuntary, making him hiss in pain from the amount of torture he had been put through.

It was him whimpering in the empty bathroom but he could only hear you, the way you breathed, moaned, and called his best friend's name. The water had barely warmed up enough to not sting his skin, but it was already steaming off of him.

"Fuck-" Chan cursed, furiously pumping his cock in his hand. He did his best not to picture you there, kneeling in front of him, mouth wide open and ready to receive his cum. He tried so hard not to imagine what your cunt felt like, what it was like to grip your hair into his fist, what sounds you made when he hurt you just enough to make your pussy tighten around him.

And because his mind was intoxicated and only god could judge him now, he couldn't help but wonder what your relationship with Felix was like - what talks you had and how much you had done together, because no random couple decides to fuck like this out of nowhere. How many times when you two had slipped away, was it actually so that he could fuck you? At the studio? When you offered to head downstairs and grab the food for everyone and Felix insisted he helped you? At Chan’s parties when you pretended to need a breath of fresh air? When you two would sleep over on his couch? Had he fucked you there? Chan’s cock twitched at the thought of you getting your cunt pounded in his bathroom, a hand clamped against your mouth so that he wouldn't find out what kind of a cock thirsty whore you were.

"Damn it" he cried again, only needing a few more painful strokes to finish. Your name left his lips as cum shot out of his tip, wasting away down the drain.

This was ridiculous, he felt pathetic. Usually when he got himself off alone, he was hit with a wave of lucidity right after. Not now, though. Now he was aching to go again. But it would've been useless, the shower didn't do anything, he wanted to cum inside you, on you, to see his cum on your fingers, on your lips, to hear you beg for it. He wanted to see you cry and choke on his cock, to see the little tears at the corners of your eyes as you preferred to keep his dick down your throat a bit more rather than breathe. He was fucked.

But everyone was asleep, a ridiculously long shower wouldn't raise any suspicion - that was what he said to himself as he grabbed his cock again and went for another round.

By the time Chan walked downstairs and into the kitchen, it was already morning. He busied himself around the cabin, made himself a little breakfast which he couldn't eat, and then buried his nose in his phone waiting for any of his friends to wake up.

Seungmin was the first to join him, and not much time passed before the two of them decided to head out and get whatever other groceries would be needed for that day's lunch. The ride wasn't long and the local supermarket didn't offer the broadest variety of products, so the trip had been much shorter than Chan had hoped.

When they returned to the cabin, almost everyone was already awake - the kitchen and the living space buzzing with life. It looked like just about any other morning, but some things that he was technically used to, bothered him now more than ever.

Why the fuck weren't you wearing a bra? There were 8 men around you, why didn't you care they could all see your nipples? Why didn't Felix care?

"You two!" Changbin called as soon as he spotted his friends. "The food is getting cold, where have you been?"

"Shopping" Chan motioned to the bags. He placed them on whatever free counter space he found and started unpacking. "I already ate, thanks though"

"I haven't!" Minnie rubbed his hands together, "What do we have?"

Grateful for the positioning of the fridge, Chan kept his back at the rest of the room as he carefully placed the groceries inside the refrigerator. He looked normal, but he felt sick, and wanted to be out of there as soon as possible. As he did his thing, he carefully listened to your voice, breathing relieved as he could hear you talking about the fruits you just chopped.

"Channie!" he neatly dropped the meat he was holding as you popped out of nowhere right beside him. How the fuck did he miss that? "Do you wanna try?"

Ah, you weren't wearing pants either. Sure, the shirt covered your ass, and sure, half the guys were topless, so it was probably fine for you to be walking around like that, but then why did his breathing get heavier.

"What's-" he cleared his throat, "What's that?"

"Ice cream" you said. "I made it with Felix while you two were out. I wanna know what you guys think. We only made this little. We didn't wanna make a whole gallon of ice cream in case it was bad. So? Try it!"

"If you want us to tell you what we think about it, why won't you let us try it!?" Hyunjin yelled in frustration.

"Eat your breakfast first, you child" you laughed and went to grab a spoon for Chan. "Here!"

"Ah, it's good. Damn, it's so good" his eyes widened progressively as the taste settled in. He went for another try, his smile widening as the ice cream melted on his tongue.

"Really? It's good?" Felix beamed from across the kitchen, walking over as he dried his hands on a towel, "You like it?"

"Mhm! It's amazing! When are you making more?"

"We thought after lunch?" Felix nodded. "The guys said we should head to the pool this afternoon, so I think it'll be enough time for it to cool down until we get back"

"Do we really have to go swimming?" you cringed in disgust, your eyes begging Felix to reconsider.

"Yes!" he kissed your temple. He didn't even try to hide just how little he cared about your disinterest, which only deepened your frown. "I'm done with you not knowing how to swim. You promised me you'd learn. It could save your life one day"

You pouted. "What about Minho?"

"Hey!" the man in question yelled from the living room. "It may have taken me a whole week, but I can swim now. Doggy style, but I can do it!"

"Doggy style" Felix laughed to himself. "If Minho can do it, so can you, love"

"Well… when you put it like that…"

"Great" Felix beamed, and started walking away as he pointed at his friend. "Plus, Chan can teach you. He's much better than I am."

That snapped him out of his trance, god knows where his mind had wandered these past few moments. "I can do what?"

"Teach her doggy style" Felix chuckled.

"Teach me how to swim" you rolled your eyes, "Right?"

Fuck.

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atl4ntxc · 1 year

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𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞.

protecting your boyfriend from being talked bad by random students. how does he react when he finds out?

RIDDLE ROSEHEART

“housewarden riddle is such a stuck-up. all he does is scream at us for not obeying the ridiculous amount of rules that the queen of hearts made!” you stopped walking and continued to hear into their conversation.

“if i was the queen, i'd definitely have him as my lap-dog! it would be so satisfying to look at his face that would be pleading for my forgiveness.” another student added, laughing at the comment that his friend made. you clenched your fists and side-eyed them from a far, the atmosphere suddenly growing tense.

you could feel your blood boiling as they continued to slander riddle's name. then, you waited until they walked in front of your figure. putting your hand on the student that called riddle a lap-dog, he turned around to be met by a fist.

“w-what the hell?!”

“what's your problem, dude?!”

“haven't punched someone for so long. feels good, doesn't it?” you cracked your knuckles and glared at them. “i may be magicless, but that doesn't mean i'm weak.” slowly walking towards the student that was on the floor, he backed away before being pulled by the hair by you. “talk about him like that again and i'll make sure that you won't only leave with a bruised cheek.”

at the end of the day, you were met with an outrageous riddle that walked his way towards you. “rose, why would you commit such heinous acts? you could've been hurt and i wouldn't of known until later on!” he scolded, inspected your hands and face for any cuts or forming bruises.

you stared at him and chuckled, “i couldn't stay quiet when i hear my lover's name get played like some dog's chew toy, could i?” riddle still had his eyebrows furrowed when he felt the blood rush to his cheeks. he looked away and kept quiet before speaking up.

“i appreciate it, my rose. next time, just— just don't act as violently as you did.”

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

to him, it wasn't unusual to hear people talk behind his back.

he was the second born after all, and is always compared to farena. it’s not like he cared, he was used to it anyway. to him, no matter how hard he tries, nobody would change the views that they have on him anyway. he was shocked to hear that his herbivore got into a fight under his name, and rushed towards the infirmary to see you.

“herbivore, what were you thinking?” he gently cupped your face, worriedly looking into your eyes. “they were talking bad about you, leona. i'm not the type to stay quiet whenever i hear people i care about get insulted.” you smiled and showed him your fist that was wrapped up in bandages, making his attention go to your fists instead of your face.

“plus, i only bruised my knuckles and gained a few cuts here and there. they're all in the same area though, so i'll be fine. you should worry about the others.” he could see that you were amused with yourself, making leona sigh and softly growled, “what did you do, anyway?” you closed your eyes and grinned, “i only punched them both in their jaw. nothing too serious! only one of them got a dislocated jaw.” leona can't help but let out an amused laugh, proud of you.

“i'm glad that you're not hurt, herbivore. i'm proud of you for winning the fight, but don't injure yourself for me. now move over, i want to sleep.”

AZUL ASHENGROTTO

usually, he'd have the leech twins take care of people who talked bad about him. but today was different, because this time it involved you.

“hey boss! you have to guess what shrimpy did today!” floyd opened azul's door with a loud bang, his sharp teeth showing in his smile. azul's head snapped up once he heard your name, well... ‘shrimpy’, curious to what floyd had to say. “what happened to the prefect?”

jade, who was behind floyd, chuckled and brought a gloved hand under his chin, a sadistic smile present on his face. “they punched a student for talking bad about you.” floyd whined and looked at jade with an offended look, as if jade insulted him. azul looked at the twins in horror and quickly stood up, his chair falling to the floor. “what?!”

floyd grumbled and stared boredly at azul. “shrimpy beat up a guy for you, boss. you should thank shrimpy for their kind acts, you know! they let me squeeze that guy too~” azul could only turn his head towards a now grinning floyd, annoyed. “where are they now?” jade laughed and pointed towards a vacant table at monstro lounge, who had only one customer attending at said table.

azul rushed and quickly went to the table to see you with your phone out. “dear, are you hurt?” he grabbed your hand and checked for any present or forming injuries, making you gently smile at him. “not at all.”

“please leave all the violent stuff to the leech twins. i wouldn't want you getting hurt because of me.”

KALIM AL-ASIM

why would anyone talk bad about kalim? it was clear to you that the reason that this student talked bad about kalim was because of one reason, envy.

kalim is a sweetheart. but each person, no matter how loved they are, there will always be one person that dislikes them— no matter how kind they are. they would highlight the bad doings of the person they are envious of, instead of their rights.

“kalim is too naive for his own good. he’d be quite easy to manipulate, don’t you think?” you kept quiet as you walked beside the student that decided to change the topic from something irrelevant to kalim; who was your boyfriend. “i mean, if i told him to go against a wild and rabid dog, he’d probably say that every dog is nice and try to approach it!” he laughed.

is he serious? talking about your boyfriend when every single student of nrc knows of how protective you could be of kalim. “don’t talk about kalim like that.” you quietly spoke, glaring at him from the corner of your eye. “you’d rather side your boyfriend than side by your friend?” he asked, grabbing onto your wrist.

“we were never friends to begin with. who even are you?” you scoffed, harshly pulling your wrist away from him. “keep your hands to yourself— i don’t need your filth.” your voice sounded sharp, making the student sweatdrop. turning your figure around, your eyes spotted kalim in the distance— who was making his way to you. “next time, learn how to keep your mouth shut.”

you told what happened to kalim, and he could only sweatdrop and smile nervously at you.

“are you okay though? i wouldn’t want you to get insulted as well :(”

VIL SCHOENHEIT

vil knew that some didn’t like him. but does he care? no. he’s a model, a famous and widely known model across twisted wonderland. everyone knows that when you get into modelling, you would have haters and fans.

“vil thinks he’s all that when really, he isn’t. could you imagine being so obsessed with beauty that you force other people to follow your routine?” a student said, catching your eye. you could agree, vil does tend to be strict about beauty but that student doesn’t need to describe him like that. “strip away his beauty and let’s see how he reacts.” the student laughed along with their friend, slapping his friend’s shoulder in the process.

“i bet he’s worth nothing if he didn’t have beauty. people wouldn’t even look at him!”

vil rushed to the scene, shocked to see his potato in a quarell. out of all people in nrc, he couldn’t imagine his sweet potato getting into a fight with... his own dorm members? “potato! what is the meaning of this?” you looked at vil to see his worried face (and obviously graying hair that is bcs of you), and glared at the student from the corner of your eye that was holding his stinging cheek. “they slapped me! i didn’t do anything!”

“you couldn’t control your mouth, could you? and the same was for me, i couldn’t control my actions.” vil furrowed his eyebrows and looked between you and the student, slowly regaining information of what was happening. “so it all started because of you?” vil scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest, squinting his eyes at his dorm member. “i am greatly disappointed. i will require a full fledged explanation from you at the dorm. don’t think that you will get away without punishment.”

the student let out a huff of breath and closed his eyes in surrender, “yes, housewarden...” vil now turns to you, “and you, potato, i want an explanation too.” you looked at him and nodded, knowing he wouldn’t do anything anyway.

“so that’s what happened... potato, i appreciate the concern— but putting yourself in potential danger is irresponsible. i would say that ignoring them is better— but i will never understand your ways.”

IDIA SHROUD

idia wasn’t a social person at all. only God knows how he pulled you, because surely nobody does. it was clear to everyone that no matter how cold you could be, he was your one weak spot.

“that ignihyde housewarden? idia, yeah— he’s such a freak.. how did he manage to date the ramshackle prefect anyway? is the prefect blind or just stupid?” now, insulting you was one thing, but insulting your boyfriend?.. that’s too far, even for you. idia wasn’t a freak, he was just less sociable than others. what he said made your blood boil, and it raised your temper to the core.

you kicked the back of the student’s knee and made him kneel, a shadow resting on your face. your hand moved over to grab him harshly by the hair, forcing him to look at you in the eye. “not only did you insult me, you insulted idia as well. you think you’re higher than me just because you have magic?” the way that venom dripped down your voice made the student in front of you quiver in nervousness, his eyes glinting in fear. “prefect! what do you think you're doing?! to the headmaster's office!”

you turned your head to look at the source of the voice to find Crewel with his hands on his hips. scoffing, you let go of the student and found strands of hair on your palm. it disgusted you, making you immediately remove the strands. “i'm sure you would love to know the full story, sir.” your eyes moved to look at the student that gulped, making crewel raise his eyebrows. “both of you, headmaster's office. now.” your lips curled into a thin smile.

“it was just detention for a month, idia.” staring at idia, who had his eyes wide open. he knew of your violent behaviour from ortho, and rechecked the security cameras to make sure it was you. “s-still! what if you got hurt because of me?” idia quietly voiced out, concern visible on his face. he looked quite adorable, making you laugh out a little. “don't be silly. it'll be worth it in the end, won't it?”

“im used to being called a freak... you don't need to endanger yourself for me,”

MALLEUS DRACONIA

malleus was quite sensitive to the topic of relationships, mostly platonically. so, this person knew what to rub into the wound of malleus, making you scowl.

“nobody actually likes malleus, that's why he is never invited to any gatherings!” your eyes squinted to glare at the student in front of you, who was laughing. the student stopped laughing to huff out a “you don't actually like— 'love' him do you?” , making a vein of yours pop. this guy was truly getting on your nerves. is he asking for a deathwish?

“i'd prefer it if you avoid talking about my personal feelings for others—” the student jabbed you with his index finger at your chest and scoffed in your face, making you grumble in silent anger. “wait, don't tell me you've actually fallen for that dragon?” he retreated his finger and huffed out a laugh. “hah, that's quite pathetic!”

you grabbed his wrist. “what the— let go!” the hold you had on the student's wrist made him whimper in pain, begging you to let go. “speak of malleus like that again and i'll break your wrist.” you tightened the grip making the student's eyes water, before releasing his wrist and turning around to face the opposite side.

“child of man, i heard that a student was injured because of you. did he provoke you?” malleus questions, curiousity written on his face. your eyes moved from his hands to his face, letting a gentle smile decorate your features before answering his question with a soft tone. “tsunataro, he was being disrespectful. i couldn't of stood silent as your name get slandered, could i?” he smiles.

“oh, how lucky i am to meet you. you are too precious, child of man.. but don't risk your safety for me.”

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dotster001 · 1 year

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On my Way to Somewhere

Summary:Epel x gn!reader. After a nasty breakup with Vil, your bestie takes you on a road trip to finally explore this new world.

A/N: I've never done a songfic before, but I thought I'd practice, since I got a request for one. You can listen to the song here if you want.

CW: Vil slandering (but it kind of seems like he deserves it) Drunk kissing, Epel switches in and out of his accent (this isn't a mistake, I just think he would go back and forth after all the work he did with Vil)

I've been waking up in the city for so long.

"Hey Y/N," Epel stepped out of his car and wrapped you in a hug.

"How ya feeling?" He whispered in your ear.

"Well, I'm alive," you laughed drily.

A month ago, you'd ended things with Vil. As if that wasn't hard enough, his fans did not take too kindly to you breaking their Queen's heart. You'd now pretty much abandoned social media, and were prepared to begin your life as a hermit, if it weren't for your best friend's most recent idea.

Keep my growing bangs cause I'm starting to move on

"I only packed one suitcase, just like you said. But that seems a little dumb, considering how long we'll-"

"Look, for an authentic road trip, you gotta live off your surroundings! Besides," he looked at you sympathetically, "the less you have to remind you, the better."

"Sevens, fine," you tossed your suitcase in the back of his car, stubbornly ignoring his triumphant grin.

You settled yourself in the passenger seat, and he put on a pair of sunglasses, and gave you a roguish grin.

"Ready to see what this world really has to offer?"

Take a little time to admire the view

You'd gone on plenty of trips and excursions with Vil, but it still felt like you'd seen so little. Maybe because you'd spent such excursions in hotel rooms, studios, and parties.

Epel had reached out to you, and offered to show you everything.

You looked over at him as he drove. He was humming to himself, seeming to be holding his excitement back as much as possible. He'd started to freckle under the summer sun. He'd let his hair grow a little since the last time you'd seen him.

You'd be lying if you'd said you'd never thought about how different things would have been if you'd turned down Vil, and asked Epel to the dance instead.

His eyes flickered over to you, and you quickly pretended you hadn't been staring.

"Somethin' wrong?"

"Nothing. Just thinking about how lucky I am to have a friend like you."

He grinned. "Never forget it."

There's nothing I would change about the time I spend with you.

"So. How deep is it?"

"Seven's Y/N! Why the fuck would I know how deep an ocean is?"

"You're the one who insisted we didn't need a tour guide."

"Are you implying you would have asked how deep this ocean is? Fine," he tapped his chin thoughtfully, then, with a click of his tongue, "At least 5 inches. Probably more."

"Wow."

"What? I'm technically not wrong," he said, giving you a nasty look.

"You're not exactly right either," you said with a grin.

Your grin faltered when he had a grin of his own.

"Imma show you how deep this ocean is," and with that he shoved you into the water.

You retaliated by splashing as big of a splash as you could.

On my way to somewhere

"This is the best burger I've ever had," you groaned, barely able to continue eating the monstrosity in front of you, but desperately longing too.

"Told you," Epel smirked. "Oh you got a little something on your face."

He licked his napkin and leaned over the table with it, attempting to wipe your face.

"Dude gross!" You squirmed away, causing him to pout.

"You're gonna have barbecue sauce on your face all day, just because you're scared of a little spit? Just let me help you!"

"No!" You cried as he pounced and reached your face to wipe it, both of you ignoring the food he spilled from your table in the process.

Lookin back around like I need your permission

You heard rustling in the sleeping bag next to yours.

"What are you lookin at?" Epel groaned sleepily.

"Nothing," you said hastily, shifting your phone screen away from him.

"No, it's not nothing. You're making that face again."

He snatched the phone out of your hands and looked at Vil's most recent photo, a single mug of tea, captioned "When I see you with him, I wonder if I ever really stood a chance by your side."

"What a load of rubbish," Epel snarled, blocking and unfollowing Vil.

"Why'd you do that!"

"Y/N, this trip is about getting you over him, right? You can't do that when he's guilt trippin ya like this."

"I broke up with him, remember? What if he's really that sad?"

"Sevens, Y/N! It's not about being sad, fer Vil! It's a matter of pride! He wants you to come crawling back so he can turn to his followers and tell them how he coldly rejected you, cause no one breaks up with Vil Schoenheit!"

Know it's always hard when you know what your missin

"Besides, I'm pretty sure he was cheating on you," he mumbled under his breath.

"What? Why did you never tell me this?" You shouted, making him wince.

"I never had proof! And despite 'how much work he put into me'" he indicated his distaste at the last part through finger quotes, "he didn't like having me around, so I didn't have the time to get the proof I needed. He thought I'd steal you from him, or somethin."

"Would you have?"

He inhaled sharply, then exhaled a heavy breath.

"I'd be lyin if I didn't fantasize about scooping you up from under his wing… But my ma didn't raise a homewrecker."

Both of you sat in silence for a moment.

"I guess what I'm trying to say," Epel broke the silence, "is I've known Vil for a long time. I'm not trying to say he's not sad, but it's probably more of a 'end to a six year relationship' kind of way, and less of a 'I desperately need this person because I'm mad for them' kinda way."

You sat in silence again for a moment, before Epel layed back down.

"I'm going to sleep. Don't unblock him while I'm out."

You stared at his sleeping form for a little while, before laying down yourself.

Walk a little further to the unfamiliar

"This is supposedly the sight where the fairest queen kept her apple orchard," Epel gestured proudly at a plaque in the middle of the sidewalk.

"I call bullshit. Why would they build a city where her apple orchard was? Aren't they like, saints or gods to you guys?"

"You doubt? If I tasted the dirt right now, I bet I could taste the apple orchard nutrients."

"If you tasted the dirt? You're gonna eat dirt?"

"No, but if I tasted the dirt-"

"How often do you eat dirt?"

"I don't-"

"Go ahead. Eat some dirt. Taste the nutrients."

"I'm not eating dirt!"

You picked up a handful of dirt off the side of the sidewalk, and moved to hold it to his mouth. And now he's running.

Rippin out the pages it won't kill ya

"Don't you dare answer that," Epel said as a call from Fairest 💜 flashed across your screen.

You stared at the picture of you and Vil together, then hit decline.

"Good. Now you get a treat."

"I'm not a pet!"

"No, but positive reinforcement works just as well on humans. Right this way."

He directed you towards a stand in the street market that was selling colorful hats. He picked out two matching lilac fedora's and shoved it on your head so your eyes were covered.

"There you go! A treat."

"Thanks, if only I could see it."

"Dork," he laughed, pushing it up and out of your eyes.

For a moment the world stood still as you two stared at eachother.

"Better?" He whispered.

You nodded.

On my way

"Guys it's so great to see you!" Deuce crushed you in a hug as Ace rolled his eyes in the background.

"If you kill Y/N then they won't get to try that recipe you won't shut up about."

"Speaking of killing," Deuce held you at arms length, "Do you need us to kill Vil? I know how to get away with it."

"Sometimes I forget the man I married is a psycho," Ace laughed as he wrapped you in a hug of his own.

"No need to kill him, it was just time," you said, leaving out painful details that would set every one of your friends off on a frenzy.

"At least Epel has been looking out for you," Deuce laughed.

"Yeah," you looked over at Epel with a soft smile, pretending you didn't see his cheeks burning.

I'm gonna cross state lines in my first car

"You definitely undersold your driving skills," Epel called over the sound of the wind.

You hadn't driven since you'd been ripped from your world. And Vil never saw the point of you getting your license. But Epel had twisted his ankle the night before, so you'd offered to drive.

And it was exhilarating! The freedom you felt as you took the wheel in your hand for the first time in over six years…

And the view didn't hurt.

The wind swept through Epel's unkempt long hair as he sang loudly to a newly released song, giving basic directions when they came up.

Over and overheal my broken heart

Epel turned you out, then into his arms in time with the pub's musicians.

"I appreciate you letting me lead," he said as you swayed back and forth. "I mean, I obviously should anyway since I'm the manlier of the two of us.."

"Debatable," you said, squealing when he pinched your side.

"Serves you right!" He smirked, twirling you again before asking a nearby waiter for a refill on your empty drinks.

I'm gonna reach new heights with every fall

You were straddled over Epel's lap, both of you sitting in the driver's seat, kissing one another deeply. The alcohol on each other's breath was mixing delightfully, adding a heightened sense of excitement.

Epel turned his head away, and wiped off his mouth.

"We should stop," he said softly.

"Epel," you whined, leaning back in until he covered your mouth with his hand.

"I don't know if you're ready for this."

You wanted to say, "I am ready! I've always been ready!" But your drunk brain couldn't put the words together, so you said nothing.

"We can talk about it when we're less plastered if ya want. Besides," he gently caressed your cheek, "You deserve better than to start a new relationship with a drunk night."

He gently pushed you back to the passenger seat, before leaning his chair back and dozing off. You stared at him for a while, before tilting your own seat down, and turning on your side.

I'm gonna be all talk but do it all

You'd been driving in tense silence for a couple of hours. Epel had his eyes steadily peeled on the road, and his directions.

"We're not plastered now," you muttered.

"Duh," he said, clearly not understanding what you were talking about, despite it being heavy on both your minds.

"Pull over."

"What?"

"Pull over."

He pulled over, then looked at you concerned.

"Are ya car sick or somethin?"

"You said we could talk about it when we were less plastered."

He stared at you wide eyed for a moment, before banging his head on the steering wheel.

"Sevens, I thought you had to throw up, or somethin. Ya coulda jus said that!"

"What am I going to do with you, Epel?" You groaned.

"Never leave me," he grinned, before realizing what he said. "I mean-"

"No that sounds right," you hummed. "I think you desperately need me."

"Oh?"

"Or at least I hope you do, cause I need you."

"In what way? Ya gotta be specific. Cause I'm totally fine if you need me as a friend or a family member-"

"I need you as my boyfriend. And maybe husband, unless me thinking that far ahead freaks you out, then-"

He leaned across the seat and kissed you. This was much better than a drunk kiss. Not that you'd ever tell him he was right. He didn't need the ego boost.

"We should definitely try this again outside of a car sometime," he laughed.

"Kissing in a car isn't as sexy as it looks," you agreed.

On my way

"I can't believe my name is fucking apple farmer in your phone," Epel sipped his Queen of Hearts inspired strawberry tart smoothie as he looked over your shoulder with distaste.

"I'm changing it now!" You retorted as you clicked the edit contact button.

"Why was it ever apple farmer?"

"Because Epel Felmier sounds like apple farmer!"

He stared at you. "Are you five years old?"

"That's it, you're buttface now."

"Then you're shithead."

He pulled out his phone, and you quickly backspaced.

"I changed my mind! Your Epel L/N-Felmier."

"Cringy. I love it."

On my way

"You're certain the twins are meeting us here?"

"They said they would be here right about now."

You both stood at the edge of the coral sea. The plan was to get "picked up" by the twins, then have them escort you to Azul's newest undersea restaurant. Unsurprisingly to you, they were nowhere to be seen.

"Well, I'm walking into the water to see if I can see them when they get here" Epel said, marching his way into the sea.

A part of you thought you should tell your boyfriend that it was definitely a trap. But it was significantly funnier that you didn't when he was abruptly pulled under.

"Hey shrimpy!" Floyd called, when he resurfaced with your struggling lover.

"Hi Floyd!"

On my way to somewhere

"Look, jus cause our last stop is my parents doesn't mean we have to tell them we're together yet. We can wait. I can pretend you're just a friend as long as it's only a couple nights."

You grabbed his hand and gave it a squeeze.

"I have a good feeling about this guy," you smiled, making him blush darkly.

"If you insist."

Epel knocked on the door as he squeezed your hand back.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #epel x reader #twst epel #epel felmier #epel felmier x reader

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samwinchestermydude · 2 months

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My Supernatural Journey I guess

I actually did go into spn fully expecting to ship Destiel. I came into SPN after watching Merlin, and I had often seen Merthur (my beloved) and Destiel likened together. I barely knew anything about Sam. I only found out that Sam existed because I saw that he was being shipped with his brother on the Ao3 ships polls last year. I didn't know if Sam was important or not because I hadn't seen much content about him. So I ended up calling him the hippie brother mentally.

The only things I thought I knew about Supernatural was that it had some religious stuff in it, Destiel was canon apparently, there were demons and stuff, and John really hated. My impression on Spn was this horror show that was featured this really tough macho dudes but the show was supposedly kind of gay??

I also followed this one person way back for discussing this one video game. They were an ex-supernatural fan way back but left because they found discourse surrounding destiel to be to exhausting. They also used to be a big Sam fan and shipped wincest. I like found the latter to be like really weird back then but man the tides have turned.

So I turned on the Spn pilot with my mom in the same room one day out of sheer boredom. Back then I was still considering Spn as that tumblr show. And then the rest was history, and I lost countless hours of my life obsessing over the show.

So first of all, I only saw one brief glance at Sam before voting for merthur in the wincest vs merthur poll (I'd have probably voted for wincest now lol) so I didn't really know who he was. To me initially he just looked like the 2nd big, gruff dude with long hair. And then I found out that the sweetest looking boy with the floppiest bangs was that guy, Sam.

Also I thought Dean was the younger brother for some reason before watching the show (Probably because Jackles just doesn't age lol). So I was really surprised to see that the little kid in the opening scene was Dean and that the baby was Sam. Oh and I was totally predicting that John died actually in the opening scene and that something else was pretending to be their father lol.

I think I fell in love with the show right away. There was just something really believable and palpable about the brother's estrangement and relationship from the start and I just wanted to see how it developed. S1 is just filled with great horror episodes, and I started watching around October so it was just perfect timing.

So Things that Ended Up Suprising Me the Most/Other Things

I actually ended up really liking John in s1. JDM was just stellar in his all scenes and brought an emotional and sincere side to John. He's tough for sure but he doesn't hide his feelings about his boys. Like you can see the tears in his eyes when they reunite. Also his speech about how he wants Sam and Dean to have normal lives and how he's tired and so broken up after seeing all his friends being killed by meg never fails to hit hard. Do I think John was a good father. No. But he did care about his boys truly. And while I do understand Fandom's widespread dislike of John it is disheartening to see him reduced to this unfeeling caricature. John's problem wasn't that he felt too little; it was that he felt to much and he never really properly managed it and it ended up hurting the his boys.

I thought Meg and Sam would maybe end up being a thing and was like :(((( (because I just liked the bros being by themselves even though I wasn't a wincest shipper at the time lol) but I was also like go Sam if thats what you want ig? Lmao Idk I just wanted Sam to be happy even back then. Anyways thank god that never happened.

Me falling in love with Sam.

Dean. I always saw a lot about him but never found myself to interested in him as all I saw was Destiel content with him. But I ended up falling in love with his character so hard in Devil's trap. When he begs John not to kill him :(((((((((. I think Devil's trap is one of my favorite episodes for Dean. It's when I started to understand him and his loyalty to his family really touched me.

1x22 was also the episode that convinced me SPN was going to be a insane show. Like what a season finale. I feel so bad for the fans who had to wait to watch s2. I actually jumped up and said it ends like that?! The car scared me so bad.

Around s2 I set my foot in the wincest fandom. Back then I thought you guys were scary but in a good way. But I was also getting really into the codependency at the time so I found myself starting to seek wincest out because well you guys just get it. And then Dean sold his soul for Sam and I looked up wincest fic for the first time with the intent to read fic about wincest. Before it was reading wincest fic despite the wincest and then well all hell blew loose (sorry I just had to).

First wincest fic I read: half the man i used to be by dollylux. I wasn't exactly a wincest shipper then. But I thought it was fucked up and strangely fitting to Sam and Dean's relationship and fucked up lives. It was probably the fic that got me into wincest.

I had a bit of an internal rule I set for myself back then where I could only read Wincest fics that were about them being in a fucked and toxic relationship because I felt bad reading fics about an incest ship. So I guess in my mind it cancelled out because then I thought then I wasn't romanticizing the incest lol. Idgaf now. I read anything about Sam/Dean if it's good.

When You're Not Here by raziella was the 2nd wincest fic I read. I read it because it's pretty much gen but it does have some wincest leanings. It's a really good fic.

I gave up Destiel even before s4. It was around in S3 after seeing Sam slowly go insane that I realized I wanted nothing more than the two brothers together.

I just realized that even if Destiel was canon or not nothing could be as important to Dean than Sam was and vice versa for Sam.

I actually was anxious about s4 because I didn't want the show to change that much and drift from the focus on the brothers.

S4 and s5 were really difficult to go through for me. I thought they were great television but it was too painful. I felt horrible seeing what happened to the brothers and how they drifted apart.

S4 Sam hair was probably my favorite.

#wincest #samdean #supernatural #spn #anti destiel

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quill-is-brainstorming · 1 year

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Here are some completely random fun facts about Odysseus' family from various myths:

His grandfather, Autolycus (meaning "the wolf itself", pretty badass) , was a shape-shifting trickster, also known as "the king of all thiefs", with the ability to change the shape of random objects he stole and was also the direct son of Hermes (originally he was just some dude Hermes liked, post-Odyssey he was changed to be his son. I'd say both versions are equally accepted though the son thing wasn't there from the beginning).

Autolycus was also the sworn rival of King Sysyphus, who you might know as that one guy who escaped death and whose punishment for it was pushing a rock for eternity, or that very nice guy from Tartarus in Hades. Autolycus used to steal Sysyphus' cattle and when the latter finally managed to find tangible proof of his guilt he did the only sensible thing he could think of.

He fucked his daughter.

As one does.

As I'm saying this I really want you guys to imagine the Sysyphus from Hades doing all this. Because I find it fucking hilarious.

Also btw, said daughter is named Anticleia and in her youth she was apparantly a companion to Artemis. Absolutely pop off queen.

So Yada Yada time skip and Anticleia promptly moves on from Sysyphus to Laertes of Ithaca, they get married and soon after a baby boy is born. And by soon I mean, pretty soon after. Suspiciously soon after...I think you know where I'm going with this.

YEP, there are some myths where instead of being the son of Laertes, Odysseus is the son of Sysyphus, yet the absolute gigachad that is Laertes still raised the baby as his own.

Now, myths are everything but consistent, and much like Autolycus beings Hermes' son, this connection with Sysyphus was likely added post-Odyssey, meaning that even if this variation of the myth exists, Odysseus was still widely seen as Laertes' biological son and it's pretty safe to say that he's exactly that in both the Iliad and the Odyssey.

Why did I tell you all this then?

Because it's fanfiction material and I want people to use it.

Sooooo, the baby is born and it's time to give him a name, and the one to do just that is Autolycus, for whatever reason. I mean from what I've read Anticleia actually insisted he named him, so yeah, not super important but I still felt like it was worth mentioning.

So Autolycus cradles his new infant grandson, he looks him in his small baby eyes and says: "You know, I pissed off a fuck ton of people during my life, like really a lot of peeps, so I think I'm gonna name him Hateful."

You think I'm joking but this is kinda how it actually went.

The name Odysseus actually means "To Hate", and yeah, Autolycus specifically chooses it because he himself pissed off a lot of people.

And yeah, that's pretty much it really.

I mean I guess there's the fact that Odysseus got his famous leg scar while hunting with his grandpa, but that's stuff you can read directly on the Odyssey anyway. I just wanted to shine a light on the sheer badassery of this family.

So yeah.

Oh also there are certain myths that say that Homer was Telemachus' son through Nestor's youngest daughter and I think that's kinda neat honestly.

(The girl in question SHOULD be Polycaste, thought some people said it was a different daughter that was apparantly not among the original roster of Nestor's kids which probably means she was written in many years later. Telemachus' love life is actually a bit of a mess really, even putting whatever the hell the Telegony is aside, he's still got at least 3 other possible wives, them being Polycaste, Nausicaa and even Calypso. There is also this one line from the Odyssey where Polycaste bathes him and some people apparantly interpreted it as them banging and it's said she eventually gave birth to a boy named Perseptolis. But yeah, the boy's a womanizer.)

Aaaaand yeah, that's pretty much it.

So what did we learn today? Well, in Odysseus' family the badassery is hereditary it seems.

#odysseus #the odyssey #the iliad #greek mythology #myths and legends #autolycus #Sysyphus #Anticleia #laertes #telemachus #polycaste #homer #epic the musical #hades #I'm honestly putting Hades here only because of the Sysyphus bit

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rickmymanrick · 9 months

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one rule | chapter one |

[rick grimes x original female character slowburn]

summary: unbeknownst to them, best friends glenn rhee and daphne ayala spend the last 48 hours of normalcy they’ll ever have before their lives are changed forever.

note: this story will include a Shane Walsh romance BUT it will be unrequited. Do not worry. This is VERY unedited but I wanted to get at least one chapter out. We'll get into the events of the show by the next chapter. also, acab. the plot calls for this small bit but acab forever.

Tap, tap, tap-tap-tap!

The light pattern on my door stole my attention from the array of papers scattered across the coffee table.

I tried to scan the last sentence of the page quickly.

Suddenly, a loud TAP!

"Delivery!" A high-pitched tone squeaked from the other side of the door. I grinned down at the document and rushed to open the door. I heard someone clear their throat and opt for a more caveman-like growl. "DELIVERY—"

I laughed, swinging the door open and narrowly avoiding my best friend's fist. If I'd taken any longer, he would've banged the door down with his knocks alone.

I went for the box of pizza in his grasp and placed a fleeting kiss on his cheek before rushing over to the kitchen island.

"Wow, no 'hi? How are you? How was work?' Is this what society has come to?" I heard the door shut and a flurry of movements. I didn't bother to look up from my current task.

"Glenn Rhee," I began in the sweetest voice I could muster. "Hi. How are you? How was work?"

"Great! Got cursed out by some asshole for doing my job today," said Glenn pleasantly, accepting the beer I held out for him.

I smiled at him through my mouthful of pizza. "That's fun. What was it today?"

"Got to this dude's house 29 minutes after he ordered," he chewed on his slice aggressively. You'd think he would hate pizza from the amount of shit he has to go through at work.

"You're an expert at what you do, Rhee."

"That free pizza comes out of my paycheck," Glenn scoffed. He clearly took the 30-minute rule very seriously.

"Did he leave a tip?"

"No."

"What an asshole."

Glenn nodded at the mess on our coffee table. "Looks like you've had a busy day."

I rolled my eyes at his dramatic cringe. "'Member the car chase that was all over the news last week?"

Glenn nodded.

"Got assigned to the case. The cop that got shot, he's not doing too hot right now," I told him, grabbing my second slice. I picked off a pepperoni and shoved it in my mouth.

I resisted the strong urge to eat the rest of the pepperoni on my half of the pizza. I eyed Glenn's half distastefully—I would never, ever appreciate pineapple on pizza. I'll die on that hill.

He took a large swig of his beer. "That's a pretty big upgrade from petty theft, Daph."

"Yeah, I guess it is." I tried not to focus on the subject of my investigation, gulping down a large amount of beer.

"Have you made any progress?" I appreciated Glenn's interest.

"Well, it's definitely not the officer's fault. They had every reason to believe that there was only two people in that overturned car." I eagerly crossed the living room and snatched up my half-written report. "The KCPD failed to inform the responding officers so I mean, technically Grimes can sue."

"Grimes?" Glenn raised his eyebrows in recognition. "You mean super hot hip-swaying cop?"

My ears felt hot. "That's the one."

My heart pummeled to my chest the more I thought about it. Out of all the people that could've been wounded on the field, it had to be Officer Rick Grimes, a coworker of mine that I saw pretty often around the precinct. I was fully convinced he had fully forgotten about my existence seeing as our respective lines of work didn't cross paths too often. We'd only interacted a handful of times in the last three years I'd been working at King County PD, but that didn't stop me from noticing him as soon as I got hired.

It's unfortunate he's married-- Rick Grimes was the most attractive man I've ever met and of course, Glenn was the first to know about it. I wouldn't deny that he was, without a doubt, my work crush. I mentally cringed at the thought. I felt like a teenage girl again.

The sudden sound of the news filtered in from Glenn's bedroom.

There was a split second of pure fear that flashed in Glenn's eyes and I gave him an amused smile. "We gotta change that tv one of these days."

He quickly snatched up another slice and shoved it in his mouth. "I'm busy, Daph. Can you please go turn it off?"

I poked his side before moving around him to enter his room. His tv had started turning on by itself almost every day since he bought it in July.

"Your 30-day warranty is almost up, Glenn!" I pointed out loudly, reaching for the remote that was thrown on his bed. "Where did you buy this haunted shit from aga--?"

"Several cases have been reported across the continental US, leading us to believe that this new virus may be more serious than we thought. Joining us here from Atlanta is CDC virologist Dr. Edwin Jenner, giving us the latest updates—"

Glenn strolled into the room just as I finished raising the volume. "Your beer is getting hot—what's going on?"

"Thanks, Anne. As of today, August 26th, the President of the United States has declared a national emergency due to the spread of the Wildfire-10 virus. The CDC has been in constant communication with the White House and we expect President Milton to announce a mandatory evacuation this afternoon in his address."

Glenn and I eyed each other in confusion.

"Evacuation?" The New York reporter responded in equal confusion. I faintly heard someone behind the camera that the mic must've picked up – "How is a whole country going to evacuate?" – and I would've laughed if I wasn't so damn confused right now.

"It's hard to say, Anne, we're not entirely certain which states will receive this order but what we do know is that it's imperative that we do our best to avoid leaving our homes for anything other than work and necessities. Practice social distancing and listen to the advice the CDC has been giving you for the past week.

"And for those viewers who might've missed it, do you mind recapping the earlier update given to us by CDC director Holt?"

"Sure," Jenner smiled. It made me feel uneasy. "This is an extremely life-threatening virus that could very well spread more rapidly than other illnesses we've seen before. The CDC has been working diligently with other health organizations across the globe, primarily The Primrose Team in France, and we can confidently say we're working on an effective vaccine."

"Thank you, Dr. Jenner. To all those watching from home, this isn't a cause for mass panic. Soon, the world will resume just as we know it..."

But something told me it wouldn't ever be the same.

"Ayala! How's my favorite girl doing?"

Ah, the oh so pleasant voice of my favorite coworker greeted me the second I walked through the doors of the precinct.

"Doing just fine, Walsh. How about you?" I forced a smile on my face. I didn't hate Shane Walsh... he was just... too chirpy for this bright hour. In fact, he was too witty for any hour. My natural reaction to his presence was usually automatic irritation.

"Just fine myself, pretty lady." There it was. The relentless flirting. I had gotten a break when his partner first ended up in the hospital -- my heart sunk at the reminder -- but now that it had been a month or so since, he's slowly started to resume his regularly scheduled programming. Partner or not, shooting or not, Shane Walsh would forever be a manwhore.

I entertained him sometimes. It was just a bit of harmless flirting for the most part. He knew where the line was, which is more than I can say for a lot of other men.

I dropped my briefcase on my desk and Shane crossed the space to hover right over my work area. I threw myself down onto my seat with a small groan.

My head was pounding. I closed my eyes and rubbed the back of my neck tenderly. A shuffle of movement caused me to end my massage much faster than I wanted to.

I opened an eye, swearing to the heavens above that if Shane was still hovering with that stupid grin on his face, today would be the day I finally resort to violence.

The shit-eating grin was surprisingly not looking back at me. Instead, it was a sympathetic smile with a steaming coffee in his outstretched hand.

I snatched the damn thing before he could change his mind.

"You're a lifesaver," I moaned. "Seriously Shane, you might just be the best cop in Georgia. Have I ever told you that?"

"No, but I've heard it once or twice," boasted Shane. I rolled my eyes. It certainly wasn't from the chief.

"You're unbelievable, Walsh," I shook my head with a laugh. I eagerly sipped from the coffee and then wanted to kiss the everloving shit out of this man.

I scorched my throat but I didn't care. "How do you know the way I like my coffee?" I gaped.

Shane shrugged. "I'm observant."

"Clearly," I said. "Thank you. I needed this."

"That's one mean hangover," said Shane with a smirk.

I tried not to spill my coffee as I leaned forward to look at my reflection in the little desktop mirror I had. My hair turned out pretty nice today, it wasn't very frizzy or anything and sure the darkness under my eyes was a bit more prominent but nothing too out of the ordinary. I leaned back when I was satisfied with my look.

"Vanity doesn't suit you, sweetheart," Shane said lightly. "I was only teasing. You look as beautiful as you did yesterday, and the day before that, and the week before that."

"Do you not have anything else to do other than flirt with me?" I joked. Secretly, I didn't mind it all too much. Shane wasn't a bad looking guy, especially with the grown-out hairstyle he was currently sporting. I'm a sucker for long hair.

"As it turns out, I actually don't--" I rolled my eyes again and logged into my computer. "--partner."

I slowly shifted my gaze from the computer screen to Shane.

"Talked to the chief today. She didn't mind switching it up for this week. I was getting sick of Stone over there--" we both looked over at the grumpy guy who acted like happiness was a first degree crime. "-- and besides, you're prettier to look at--" I shoved him off the edge of my desk. He stumbled a bit and corrected himself quickly. "-- you're easier to work with, Jesus."

"What do we have for today then?"

Shane grinned.

For the next eight hours, I'd spend most of it in the car with Shane. I wanted to say it was a miserable time but it wasn't. Shane wasn't too bad once he stopped purposely being obnoxious. We mostly talked about the most interesting King County cases over the years, bonded over subs from some gas station just outside of our area of jurisdiction, and after the first five hours, Shane had started to talk about his personal life.

"I told Lori-- maybe it's time she starts preparing Carl for the worst. You know, just in case. Man, Rick - he's my best friend, my brother - you know - but it's been a while. I'm tryin' to avoid Carl some pain."

"I understand," what else was I supposed to say? "It isn't an easy situation."

"No," Shane agreed. "And let me tell you something, it's only gonna get worse. This whole virus thing going around - if it turns out we gotta evacuate soon, who knows how far Rick will be transferred?"

I felt bad for the way my heart sank at the prospect. Rick has a wife and a child. Where he gets relocated and the progress of his recovery shouldn't matter this much to me. Maybe I wouldn't feel as bad if I wasn't harboring this silly little crush.

It was nearing 4 o'clock when Shane and I finally clocked out, walking side-by-side towards the parking lot. I noticed his car was parked on the far opposite end and began to say my goodbyes--

"Hey, you don't happen to have any plans tomorrow, would you?"

"I don't think so. They didn't put me on the schedule last minute, did they?" I asked, somehow missing the growing redness on Shane's cheeks.

"No," he said quickly. "I - well, uh - I was wondering if you - "

I froze, clutching the satchel that was thrown over my shoulder and suddenly feeling just a bit uncomfortable. I could tell this wasn't work related.

"Uh, I don't normally get nervous like this," he chuckled, running a hand through his hair. "You and me, dinner tomorrow? We can go to that Italian place you said you really like - "

"Ilio's," we chorused. It was the bare minimum, but I couldn't help but smile at the fact that he was actually listening earlier.

Oh why the fuck not? Shane wasn't a bad looking guy, and with the imminent threat of quarantine around the corner, I could use a night out before we were forced to stay away from society for God knows how long.

The longer I thought it through, the more nervous Shane became. It was honestly quite entertaining and I reserved my response for just a bit longer just so I could watch him fidget in his spot.

I finally spoke. "Pick me up at 7, then."

A look of surprise flashed across his face. I couldn't blame him - I had been rejecting every single one of his advances for the past three years we'd known each other. He was a dedicated guy, I'll give him that.

Laughing at his expression, I began to walk away before I could regret it.

"I'll call you!" He finally said. I could hear the smile on his face.

I threw him a thumbs up without looking back. I was a few steps away from my car when I suddenly recalled him mentioning something about visiting Rick tomorrow afternoon. "Let me know how Rick is doing!" I glanced back to make sure he heard me.

Redness spread across my cheeks when I saw him still standing in the same spot, staring at me with a dazed look.

I pushed a curl behind my ear, the wind wasn't on my side today. I waited for a response and it seemed he hadn't processed what I said. "Will you?" I pressed.

"Hm? Yeah, yeah, I will!"

"Okay," I smiled. "Bye!"

Before he could respond, my phone began to ring in my back pocket. I fished it out and pressed it against my ear, holding it against my shoulder as I searched for my keys.

"Hey," I greeted, unlocking the car and shifting into drive as soon as the engine turned on.

"Daph, you on your way home?"

The call connected to my car and I saw Shane finally getting into his car as I drove out onto the small street. "Yeah, I am. Why?"

"We gotta start packing."

"Um, why?"

"Turns out, we're in the evacuation zone."

I caught my last glimpse of Shane, realizing our date would likely be rescheduled.

Glenn continued. "It's more serious than we thought."

Great.

next chapter...

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billthedrake · 2 years

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MY SON'S PORN LIFE (PART TWO)

I held on to Travis's shoulders and fucked harder. My son and I had been having sex for the last two months, each time I came to Chicago, and it was like we couldn't get our hands off each other. Sneaking in a fuck or a blowjob before a business meeting, or holing up in Travis's condo or my hotel room for a marathon session.

But up till now, the sex had been gentler. I'd seen my son let loose in a couple of his OnlyFans videos, but part of me didn't want to treat him like a porn star or escort. He was my son, my only son, and for all that I'd learned about him, for all that had developed between us, I was still a protective father.

There was still Trav's buddy Mike in the picture. MusclePupXXX, who I banged a couple of times recently. I didn't want him to suspect anything between me and Trav, I suppose. Besides, I got a kick out of the way that compact muscled dude egged me on. I leaned to get very physical with Mike, and the more I did, the more he seemed to crave it. It was hot, animalistic sex, like I never had with my wife. I may be a schmuck and a half, but I was enjoying the hell out of my mid-life crisis.

I'll blame the fact that it had been five solid days since I'd gotten off before my early November trip to Chicago. I told Kate I had a day of meetings I didn't had and honestly said I was tacking on an evening to hang out with our son. That gave me three whole nights in Chicago. I'd probably have time for MusclePup Mike if Travis didn't drain me dry.

I met my son at his place, and not only did he look just incredible, his sweater and jeans molded to his porn-star body just right, Travis had that look in his eye. Horny. Hungry. I'd stopped feeling guilt about fucking my son. This was just too powerful and addictive.

We tried to kiss softly at first, a peck with some gentle tongue. Travis actually laughed when he pulled back.

"What?" I asked.

His blue eyes twinkled. With a sly grin he reached down and cupped my erection through my jeans. "I love your dick, Dad."

That got a deep groan out of me. I felt my chest puff out and my hips adjust their stance in a little swagger. "Yeah, buddy?"

Trav bit his lip and nodded. He seemed almost shy now. "I've been thinking about you ravishing. You know, really tearing into my ass."

The next kiss wasn't soft, at all. My mouth pressed hard against my son's and my tongue plunged right in. I was now walking him back into his place, toward his bedroom. That five-day-load impatience calling the shots.

We stripped quickly, eyes eating each other up. My son was a month away from his 26th birthday and I was a couple of weeks from my 53rd. Even beyond the taboo of our sexual affair, I wondered what a hot stud like him was doing with an old fart like me. But Travis was rock hard, Viagra hard as he peeled down his jeans, showing he'd gone commando with nothing between that beautiful dick and his clothes.

"Ready for an incest fuck, Dad?" he growled, peeling down the bedsheets.

My own dick twitched at those words. I actually thought of getting a Viagra prescription to keep up with my son's sex drive on these trips, or Muscle Pup Mike's for that matter, but so far I hadn't needed it. "Gonna fuck my own son," I hissed, getting into the thrill of vocalizing this for the first time.

My words made Travis's nostrils flare. He reached in the nightstand and grabbed some lube, then tossed it to me. "Don't use too much," he instructed. "I wanna feel that Dad cock entering me."

"You'll feel it, buddy," I grunted. This was like the primal connection I had with his porn-star buddy Mike. Only better.

We were gonna get whisker burn from how hard and deep we were kissing, but we couldn't help it. Our bodies met on the bed and we made out roughly, rolling around like we were fighting for dominance. Maybe if Travis had made a move on me, I would have let him try. I'd been thinking idly about that possibility, I had to admit, even if I didn't feel ready for a guy to fuck me. Not yet.

Thankfully, Travis needed me in him. As I rolled on top of him, he needily wrapped his legs around my waist and humped up into me. We ground against his perineum and crack and moaned into our rough kiss.

"You drive me wild, son," I hissed.

Travis's hands clung to my naked body. My son was strong, all right, and the legs seemed to pull me in tightly.

"No foreplay, Dad," Travis his. "Just put that dick in me."

I managed to apply some lube to my prick and push it down. Not a perfect aim at the ultimate target, but Travis met me half way, moving his hips to line up my dad dick. The slickness and Travis's professional hole were a match made in heaven. I enjoyed working my way inside him. Gentle mini pulses of my dick at first, then actually penetrating my son.

"Incest fuck?" I prompted once I breached my son.

Travis's eyes went open. The dimples disappeared from his face as he reacted in ecstatic surprise, but it was the same, cute as fuck Travis. My blond hunk of a son. "God yeah. Fuck me Dad. Fuck my hole." He gripped me even tighter, drawing me in. "I can't get enough."

"Me either son," I replied. Now openly pounding him. "Look forward to every goddamn Chicago trip."

My hips were a mile a minute and Travis was there with me for every one. Looking up into my eyes with love and lust and a hunger I don't think I'd even seen in his best videos.

"How you want it, Dad?" he asked me about a minute and a half into that treatment. "How you wanna fuck me?"

"This is good," I said with lust clogging my voice.

"Hell yeah, it's good," Travis grinned, those dimples coming back. Fuck. "But you got JakeTheJock in bed with you. How you wanna do me?"

I had to stop my fuck, suddenly.

Travis looked up excitedly into my face. "You cumming, Dad?" he asked, turned on, but maybe impatient at my quick trigger.

I shook my head and let out a deep breath. "Not yet. But almost," I said. "Fuck!" I looked down at my son. Trusting and willing. I ran my hands along his porn body. I knew what I wanted. "I keep thinking of that video you did with Cornfed Daddy," I said. I'd confessed to Travis that I watched his videos, but we hadn't done this either, talk about them in bed.

But his reaction made me feel ok for bringing it. He was downright proud of being a stud who had sex on camera. "Yeah? Which one?"

"The last one," I said. "The one you posted a couple weeks ago. You on all fours, Cornfed Daddy railing you hard." It was lewd to talk to my son this way, but that was part of the turn on, for sure.

He gave me an affectionate smile. "Dad, you don't have to be jealous..." he started.

"I'm not fucking jealous, son," I growled, maybe a little too aggressively. I slowly pulled out and showed off my slickened erection. A match for my son's porn-star dick. "I just have a five day load in these balls and I need to pound it off, bad."

"Oh fuck, Dad," Travis hissed, scrambling out from under me to get on all fours on the mattress next to me. He'd kept his body lightly tanned, from the tanning bed or his trips to Palm Springs or Spain or wherever, I didn't know. I just know he was a muscle stud offering himself to me. I got behind him and ran my hands along his bare flesh.

Travis arched his back into my hands then hiked his butt up back at my crotch. "This what you've been dreaming about, Dad? Railing me from behind?"

"Fuck yes," I hissed, my cock was rigid and I ran it against his lightly furred crack and over his hole. Sometimes Travis shaved completely smooth but lately he'd been letting the blond fur grow back in. I loved it both ways.

"Don't fuck me like your son," Travis urged, his voice getting needy now. Fuck me like JackTheJock. Or like you fuck Mike."

I'd have to have a conversation with my son about how much he knew about me and Mike - or worse, how much Mike knew about me and Trav. But I wasn't thinking with my head right then. I just wanted to fuck. My dick pressed back into Travis.

"God yeah," my son urged. For a dude who'd started off as a total top in his videos, he could be an eager, skilled bottom, too.

"Take it," I urged, now holding onto Travis's shoulders and leveraging my cock in and out of his now opened hole in fast succession.

"How many times you watch that vid, Dad?" my son asked me. "The one with Cornfed Daddy."

"Lost count," I answered. "Couple of times a day. It's my favorite." It was wild to talk about this with my son.

"Make me forget him, Dad. Fuck me better than Steve does."

It was the first time I'd heard Cornfed Daddy's first name, and something about that tripped my competitive urge. I really went at it. Railing Travis. Dumping my load in him. Fucking his own cum out of his balls.

We collapsed on the bed in a sweaty puddle next to one another, exhausted and catching our breath. Finally we gripped each other's hands and looked at one another, meeting each other with a broad smile.

"Didn't go to hard on ya, did I son?" I asked. Maybe too late to ask that question.

"You came pretty close," my son joked. "But it was incredible." We met in a kiss, gentle this time. My dick wasn't going down but I lost that urgency from just now.

"I don't wanna intrude on your private life, Trav..." I started.

"Please," my son said. "You've watched all my videos, Dad. You can ask anything."

"So... are you dating anyone?"

My son actually blushed. But he answered honestly. "Not exclusively, but I've been kind of seeing Steve for the last year."

"Cornfed Daddy?" I clarified.

"The very one. He's a nice guy, really. He kind of plays up the dominant thing on camera."

"I'm happy for you, son," I said.

"Jealous?" Travis asked with a teasing smile.

I exhaled. "What do you want me to say, son?"

"I want you to say you're jealous." He turned to face me and ran his fingers along my upper body. There was something so unbridled about Travis's embrace of his sexuality. It intimidated me and inspired me both.

"OK, I'm jealous," I admitted.

Travis gave a contrite expression, like he realized maybe we were entering dangerous emotional territory. He reached down and touched my penis, still full and heavy on my belly. "For what it's worth, you fuck better than him, Dad."

My dick twiched. "God, Trav," I hissed. My son had a way of driving me wild.

"My turn for a question," he interjected. "What's going on with you and Mike?"

I turned on my side to face him. "What do you think is going on?" I prompted. I had to know how much Mike talked.

"I'm not dumb, Dad," Travis said. "I'm pretty sure you're fucking him. Just wasn't sure if there was anything else."

"Nothing else," I said. "I don't think Mike's the dating type."

"That's what people assume about porn guys," Travis said thoughtfully. He looked over at the clock. "What time is dinner?" he asked.

"At 7," I answered.

Travis grinned and scooted up to me. His hard body damp from sweat. "In that case, we have time for another round, Dad."

I met him in a kiss and wrapped my arms around my son. This time would be a slower fuck. I actually felched for the first time, eating out Travis's soft, fucked pucker and tasting my own seed there. I took my time, getting off on the intensity of the act and the nastiness of it, too, before I leaned up and placed my son's calves on his shoulder. Then I fucked him a second time. Sensual, steady thrusts into him, as I looked down on him and silently urged him to give it up for his dad. No words, just a silent, physical connection, father to son. I made sure he came first, then I gradually ramped up my last thrusts to get the necessary stimulation to orgasm. His eyes on me, full of wonderment at watching his father cum, were enough to get me across the finish line.

We showered together, no longer in fuck mode. At least I was pretty damn spent. As I soaped Travis's muscle I had a deep appreciation and envy of his body. "I need a personal trainer," I said, articulating an idea that I'd been entertaining for a while.

"You're hot as fuck, Dad," Travis said, reaching out to feel up my own dad bod. "But if you want, I have a couple of trainer buddies in KC..."

"They in the business?" I asked, partly out of curiosity, partly out of concern.

Travis shook his head, laughing. "No, straight as an arrow. Guys I knew from highschool football. But they could get you into whatever shape you wanna be."

"Your mom's gonna.." I said, before I stopped myself.

Travis knew why. I tried not to acknowledge my infidelity in words. "It's OK, Dad. Like I say, guys have needs. You're not gonna leave her are you?" I could see behind his sexual sureness he still looked at me as his parent, in addition to his lover.

"No, Trav, I'm not leaving her. I'm not going to win husband of the year award, but she's not going to find out." I'm not sure how I was so sure of that fact, but I was. Maybe because the scenario was so wild and implausible, that Kate couldn't possibly suspect it.

The put my son at ease. We soaped up more and shampooed our hair, then rinsed off.

"Dad, are you really jealous about Steve?" Travis asked as we dried off. Maybe now that it was no longer in bed, he had more concerns.

"Not really," I answered. "I mean, if it really bothered me, I wouldn't be watching those videos over and over, would I?" It was incredible how I'd gone from shy to up front about discussion my addiction to Travis's OnlyFans site.

"I'm pretty good in those, right?" my son grinned.

I stepped up and placed my hands on his hips, standing face to face. My dick was plumping up again. Maybe I wasn't completely spent. "The best. You're sex on legs, you fucker," I growled and kissed Travis again, softly.

Looking back, that visit was a turning point in my and Travis's relationship and a huge turning point in my life.

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alyswritings · 2 years

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Framed

Request: how about a Spencer x daughter reader where she's framed by an unsub. Cue protective father Reid - 👻

Spencer Reid x daughter!reader

Summary: Y/N gets framed.

Warnings: normal cm stuff

a/n: thank you for the request! so sorry it took forever to get out! hope you all enjoy!!

(gif not mine)

Y/N is cooking dinner at home, Spencer having told her that he'd be working late so he wouldn't be back until probably after she was asleep. Y/N drains the tortellini, putting the pan back on the stove. She shakes the colander to make sure the water gets out.

As she pours the meal back into the pot, there's a banging on the door which slightly makes her jump since the person seems so urgent.

The person bangs on the door again and Y/N quietly goes to the door. She looks through the peephole and Derek with some cops. She opens the door, Derek straightening up, a sad look in his eyes.

"Uncle Derek? What's going on? Did something happen to dad?" Y/N worriedly asks.

"Uh... no. No, your dad's fine." Derek assures. "You're under arrest, kid."

"Wh-- what?" Y/N sputters.

One of the police start to handcuff her while reading her her rights. Y/N sends a panicked look to Derek who is helpless and he just gives her a solemn look in return.

- - -

Y/N is stuck in the interrogation room at the BAU. The team managed to get the police to take her there, which is why Derek was there when she got arrested.

"For the tenth time, I have no clue who that dude is." Y/N tells the cop across from her.

"No idea, huh?" The cop questions.

"Exactly." Y/N says.

"This look familiar?" The cop shows her the crime scene photos. Y/N immediately gags, covering her mouth as she attempts to hold her vomit in from the gruesome images. She closes her eyes, looking away, and trying to keep any bile down.

"I don't-- that's absolutely disgusting." Y/N groans out.

"What? Because you didn't do that?" The cop asks.

"No! No, of course not. That-- that's disgusting. That's awful. Whoever the hell did do that is a full blown psychopath." Y/N says. "Can you... can you take them back?" She slides the papers to the cops, but he only slides them back, putting them closer.

"Stop acting like an innocent person."

"I am an innocent person! I did not do this!"

"Then what were you doing at the bowling alley on Thursday night?"

"I was out with my friends. It's a bowling alley. Newsflash -- teens still go bowling." Y/N declares.

"He was murdered behind the bowling alley."

"It was not me! The only time I left the bowling alley was to go home."

"You sure about that?"

"I'm pretty sure I'd remember, yeah." Y/N flips the crime scene photos over so they're facing down. She's only relaxed for a moment when the cop flips them back over, shoving one in her face.

"I know you did this! Just admit it!" Y/N flinches at both the photo so close to her face and his yelling.

Y/N hears the door to the room open, followed by an angry voice.

"Get out." JJ orders.

"I'm trying--"

"Your method is not working. She's still a minor. Get out." JJ orders. "We will question her from now on."

"Agent Jareau--"

"Out." JJ demands for a final time. The cop scoffs and gets up, leaving, a glare sent in Y/N's direction. JJ sighs softly and walks over, collecting the crime scene photos, putting them back in the folder.

"You okay?" JJ asks the girl she views as a niece.

"I-- I didn't do it." Y/N quietly says, looking up at her aunt, her eyes practically begging for the woman to believe her.

"I know. I know." JJ says. "We're gonna-- we're gonna figure this out, I promise."

"I-I want my dad. Or-- or does he hate me? Does he think I did it?" Y/N asks, fear in her voice.

"No. No, honey, no. None of us think you did this. Especially your dad. He knows what you're going through, he is deadset on figuring out who the actual unsub is." JJ says, sitting across from her.

"Can he-- can he come in here, though? I-I mean, there's at least seven people on this team, somebody else can take over looking for clues, right? I mean, I know he's the genius and everything, but you guys are also smart and can figure stuff out."

"He'll get here in a bit. We... I need to ask you a few questions." JJ says.

"I didn't do it." Y/N says.

"I know. I'm not saying you did. But you were at the bowling alley that night, maybe you saw something. Do you remember seeing anything? You know, anything suspicious or-or out of the ordinary?"

"I... no. No, I-I don't think so." Y/N says.

"Wanna try a cognitive interview?" JJ gently questions.

"Sure." Y/N nods, closing her eyes.

Meanwhile, Spencer is in the round table room and pouring through all of the research and evidence they already have with Penelope.

"Hey, man." Derek walks in. "Figure anything out?"

"No. No, nothing. But when I do, that son of a bitch is dead." Spencer states, rage in his voice.

"Reid." Derek calls, but doesn't get the younger man's attention. "Reid!"

"What?" Spencer huffs. "I'm trying to figure who framed my daughter so I can get her out before she ends up in jail for something she didn't do!"

"I know. I know, I know -- so are we. But your kid needs you right now." Derek says. Those words seem to get Spencer to suddenly calm down, all of his anger dissipating as he thinks of how terrified his teenage daughter must be right now.

"Is she still being questioned?" Spencer asks.

"Nah, JJ kicked the asshole out. I think she's probably doing a cognitive with Y/N." Derek says.

"Asshole kicked out? What-- why is he an asshole?" Penelope questions.

"He, uh... he was shoving the pictures in her face and yelling. I mean, yes, it's what we do sometimes, but given we know she's innocent, JJ stopped him." Derek explains. "Like I said, she could really use her dad right now."

Spencer goes to the interrogation room, Derek staying to figure stuff out with Penelope. Spencer walks into the room, looking into the glass mirror where Y/N and JJ are.

"How is she?" Spencer asks, looking at the other team members.

"Freaked out." Emily honestly answers.

They wait for the cognitive to be over and then JJ leaves, giving the teenager a reassuring pat on the hand. Y/N buries her head in her hands, fingers grasping at her scalp.

JJ walks into the room.

"All she could recall is a dude in dark clothes with his hood up, not showing his face, hands in pockets, sneaking off back towards the bathrooms. And there's an exit door by the bathrooms so." JJ says.

"So she didn't see anything else?" Emily asks.

"No." JJ shakes her head. "You can go in, Spence."

Spencer immediately goes into the room, Y/N looking up at the door opening.

"Daddy. Daddy, I didn't do this. I swear. I didn't kill anybody." Y/N quickly states.

"Hey, hey, hey, it's okay. I know, I know that." Spencer softly assures, going over to her, not slowly but also not too quickly. "It's okay. You're okay."

"I'm being accused of murder. How is that okay?" Y/N asks.

"Sorry, you're-- you're not completely okay, but you're safe right now." Spencer assures, placing his hand on the side of her neck, his thumb brushing over her cheek. "I'm gonna figure this out and put this person behind bars. All right? They're not getting away with this and you are not going to jail, I promise."

"What if you don't figure it out in time?" Y/N asks.

"We will. I will. I'm a genius, right?" Spencer lightly smiles making Y/N force out a smile.

"I'm scared." She whispers, tears gathering in her eyes.

"I know. I know, baby. I know how scary it is. I know it's awful. I'm here, though. They're not getting away with it. We will figure this out before you go through anything that I did, okay?"

Y/N nods and Spencer tightly hugs her, whispering a few more reassurances. Y/N hugs him back tightly, comforted by his hold, but still terrified that the team won't figure it out in time.

- - -

They're pretty sure they found the unsub and have him in for questioning.

"So you have no recollection of this man?" Spencer questions, showing a picture of the victim.

"Nope." The man shakes his head, but a small, cocky smirk on his face says otherwise.

"You think it's funny framing a fifteen year old girl?" Spencer asks.

"Dude, what?" The unsub chuckles.

"You think it's funny? Putting all the blame on a fifteen year old girl? An innocent child?" Spencer asks, feeling his anger rise.

"Oh, come on, man. Nobody's that innocent." The unsub says.

"She's a lot more innocent than you. She doesn't murder people." Spencer states through gritted teeth.

"Well, that you know of." The unsub says, making Spencer even more angered. "Besides, she's an FBI agent's kid. Your kid. Wouldn't that be a juicy headline? First you get sent to prison -- supposedly, framed. Then she does." The unsub grins.

Spencer loses it. He gets up, grabbing the unsub by the collar of his shirt and slamming him against the wall.

"What the hell is wrong with you?! How is this funny? You're a psychopath. You killed that man and then you pinned it on somebody else!"

"And why wouldn't I? I mean, it's so fun. Oh, also, your kid looks really good in those skimpy gym shorts all the kids wear." The man smirks.

Spencer sees red and punches the man.

"Spence!" JJ rushes in. "Come on." She drags the genius out.

They go to Y/N's room and Spencer shows her a picture of the unsub.

"Do you know him?" Spencer asks, showing her the picture. Y/N freezes at the familiar man, her mouth dropping slightly. "Y/N, do you know him?!" He shouts, the girl flinching.

"I-- he-he's my gym teacher." Y/N informs.

Spencer immediately walks out, Y/N looking at JJ.

"He's not mad at you, sweetie." JJ assures before leaving.

- - -

After finally getting proof that the gym teacher is the one who murdered the guy at the bowling alley, the team are given the all clear to free Y/N.

Spencer walks into the interrogation room, Y/N sitting up.

"You're free." Spencer smiles.

"Really?" Y/N asks and Spencer nods.

"It was your gym teacher. You're safe, we can go home." Spencer assures. Y/N sighs in relief, all the tension leaving her body, and she quickly gets up, tightly hugging her dad who hugs her back, his chin resting on her head.

"I'm sorry I yelled at you earlier. I was still a little heated from talking to him and you got the remaining force." Spencer says.

"It's okay. I get it." Y/N assures.

"You okay?" Spencer asks.

"I've definitely been better, but I don't think I'm necessarily scarred for life." Y/N says.

"Good." Spencer smiles, kissing her on the head.

"Can we go home? I'm tired... and super hungry." Y/N says, Spencer softly chuckling.

"Yeah, we can go home. Did you get to make dinner?" Spencer asks.

"I made tortellini. But that's probably super stale by now." Y/N says.

"We'll get pizza." Spencer says, keeping an arm around her as he leads her out. "Oh, and also, um, Garcia is doing background checks on all of your teachers... and the rest of the faculty at your high school. Just, you know, in case any of them ever try to frame you or somebody else." He informs.

"As she should." Y/N says, both quietly laughing.

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wylde-space · 1 year

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Well now you actually have to tell us the story concept.

Oh boy. Jwjwjdj

Okay so it starts off with a demon summoning. You know, as you do.

A depressed trans guy in his 20s with agoraphobic tendencies finds a summoning ritual for a demon who "makes contracts of satisfaction" and the dudes like. "Huh, it's been years since my clinical depression has let me feel satisfied about anything. Maybe I'll try that?" And he does the ritual. Bing bang boom, it works and now there's a demon in his livingroom signing the contract.

Except the demon is like. An incubus. And by "satisfaction" they meant ORGASMS and shit. Kind of a mislabel. And the sneaky bastard put "this document is immutably binding until we conceive the fruits of our labor" in the contract, because he was going to try to use this to get some cool demon children.

PLOT TWIST: the trans guy is post-op and has no reproductive capabilities. So, effectively, it is impossible to fulfill the contract.

But the demon is completely unbothered by this, treating the sad human man as though they've known each other for years, and seems oddly excited about this development, not even blinking before he opts to take on a human appearance and move in with the wet paper bag of a man to act as his "lawful consort". Defaulting to calling him "sweetheart" and "doll" while making casual conversation about how much mashed potatoes have changed since the last time he was in the mortal realm.

Human: *internal screaming*

Demon: So, I should have a human name, right? So I can meet all your human friends and family? Is Bob too generic? Or maybe Lucien, that would be fucking hilarious...

So now this work-from-home wet cat who's clocked 10,000 hours into Skyrim is stuck with a surprise room mate (and they were room mates!) who views kinky sex as a friendly bonding exercise between bros (it's not gay to kiss the homies good night!) in a one bedroom apartment (there was only one bedñ).

~perspective change as the human lays in bed trying to sleep off his emotional exhaustion~

It turns out that the demon does know our protagonist, and they were lovers in several of the human's previous lives. The human doesn't remember this, but the demon does, and now wants to use this opportunity to get the human to fall in love with him again and this time choose to go to hell with him. Because the human has never once chosen to follow him into hell, no matter how deeply in love they were, and for the life of him he can't figure out why.

Demon: if I didn't know any better, my darling, I'd think you were trying to torture me... I know not who made your soul, but I curse and thank them in equal measure. This time, I will not fail. I'll save your soul by damning you to my own palace of hell, and then you need never suffer again. I will turn you into a prince, just as you have turned me into a kind and caring man... For you. And only for you.

Human: honk shoe honk shoe mimimimimimi

Shenanigans ensue, and that's where my brain stops forming the idea. Iwjsndjfj

#ideas #important #story concept

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leetaehwan · 9 months

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bias tag game !

tagged by @lee-minhoe and @ambivartence 💕

rules: you're going to pick 10 of your biases (or as many biases as you have and then fill in the rest of the spots with idols you like) and number them 1-10, then answer the questions below. try not to look at the questions before you make your list!

tagging (if u want no pressure ofc!): @chanrizard @gnanii @snug-gyu @changbeens @jikyu @lunetual @minchanz @jinniebit @jwoongz

continued under the cut :)

bias list !

lee know (skz)

dk (svt)

jaehyuk (treasure)

taehwan (vanner)

mark lee (nct)

jinyoung (got7)

bang chan (skz)

soobin (txt)

donghyun (ab6ix)

mingyu (svt)

questions !

1. Between 7 and 5, who did you bias first?

mark was first; i got into nct in like late 2019 and i didn't find skz/chan until late 2021 i think?? mark is like , my second or third bias in nct though lol

2. Between 2 and 6, who are you more attached to?

deekay babieeeeee <333 don't get me wrong i LOVE jinyoung but seokmin ...... that's my number one dude, my boy of all time, if u will

3. If you were to spend the day with either 3 or 1, who would you choose and what would you do?

OMG LEE KNOW OR JAE 😭😭😭 i'm gonna give it to lee know tho (nobody's shocked). similar to mel's answer we could go on a lil stroll through the woods then stop for coffee after. we go back home and i'll watch him make lunch for us and then we binge watch spy x family for the rest of the day bc i still haven't finished it yet and he would not have that .

4. What is your favorite physical feature about 9?

donghyun my bestie my bee eff ?!?!! honestly probably his cheeks he has the most squishable lil face like look

are u kidding </3

5. What is your favorite part of 6's personality?

PARK JINYOUNG MY BELOVEDDDDD 😭 he is so passionate about what he does - singing, dancing, acting, he is putting in the work and it shows!! didn't think i could love him more and then i watched he is psychometric DUDE 🥺🥺 that's not even the one he won an award for but like dang bro he was good !!!! also i feel like he has a good balance of being silly goofy and like . being serious/chill/more reserved??? idk he's a virgo so he def takes himself seriously but like , not too much u know ??

not to rant but i love how he loves his members too . he is so kind like he really loves them and cares for them and wants them all to succeed, regardless of how often he says they're annoying (yugbam the problem children fcdjhdvjk) he's rly just the mom (yugyeom's specifically) of the group and it's very sweet <3

6. If you were to tell 8 anything you wanted, what would you tell them?

soobin!!! i would tell him he's doing a great job being the leader to his hooligans and that i get "bye guys!! hi ladies!!! mwah!" stuck in my head at least once a week 🖤

7. Between 1 and 2, whose closet would you raid?

between lino and dk hm ... i think they're both pretty similar (casual, comfy, boyfriend-y) but if i had to choose i'd say dokyeom. he seems just a little bit more adventurous in his style i feel like he likes a good pattern

8. What is a style that you want to see 3 try?

hm for jae and also for the rest of the group i think something in the vein of seventeen's home;run era could be fun .. all the funky colors and retro-y fits ! 🤔🔮 i'm seeing jae with dark hair and a patterned collared sweater .. and pearls ofc 🔮

9. Between 5 and 4, who are you closer to in height?

i think mark and taehwan are the same height (5'9"/175cm) so neither ! hfdkvfjfd

10. Between 10 and 9, whose music do you like the best?

individually, i'm sorry gyu i'm gonna give it to donghyun i looove his vocals ! venus ??? so smooth so ethereal 🍯 in terms of their groups though, i love my yeppis but it's gotta be seventeen for me dawg they're like all time for me we're rly in this carat shit for life 💎 i can't find the words to explain how much i love them and their music literally the only thing coming to mind rn is when dk said "it's love, of course" and like !!!! yeah !!! ykwim !?!!

#sorry this took forever but thanks for tagging me friends!!#games

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(TSAMS Continuity AU) Too Much Risk, Not Enough Reward

Parts and Services: April 2nd, 2024

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[Earth has been stuck and locked in one of the side rooms after Lunar found her eating one of the STAFF bots while it was still functioning, dried oil staining her mouth as she had sucked that STAFF bot dry. Her expression is a tired one, having not gotten any sleep for the past week she had been stuck down there. Soon though footfalls can be heard coming towards the room she's stuck in, which got her to look up. It was Solar, having brought down Earth's knitting supplies along with his own.]

Solar: Hey...I thought you would've gotten bored, being stuck and all that...

[Solar goes to open the door to the room, but Jack, being as quick as he is, stops him.]

Jack: I am sorry! But Moon has told me it is too risky for anyone to go near Earth!

Solar: Jack, she's my sister, she wouldn't hurt me.

Jack: I am sorry, I am only following my current prerogative!

Solar: Jack, let me through-

Jack: I cannot...I do not want to lose you, and Sol would not want to lose you either. Too risky, Solar!

[Solar's rays lower in defeat as he returns to the glass window, looking in at Earth.]

Solar: I'm....I'm sorry, Earth. I thought I'd be able to give you your knitting stuff.

Earth: ......

[Earth can't say anything, what could she say? That she wouldn't harm him if he shut Jack down and came in? No...the hunger was too much, she wanted oil, she needed it, to have the warmth of it splattered on her face. Blood would've worked too, but Solar doesn't have blood.]

Earth: ....Don't worry about it, it's okay.

Solar: Well...I still brought my stuff, so...maybe you could watch? I'm actually trying to do a blanket this time, I was thinking maybe orange and black with a small splash of purple for Sol. You think she'd like it?

Earth: I...think she'd love it, Solar.

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Parts and Services: April 6th, 2024

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[Moon taps at the glass of the room Earth is in, Earth having her back turned to him, her stance similar to a zombie's.]

Moon: Earth?

[Earth's neck creaks, groans, and snaps as she slowly turns to look at Moon, her mouth seeping with a dark, pulsing liquid. Moon flinches and stops tapping at the glass.]

Moon: Um....so...how are you feeling?

Earth: ...Hungry...

Moon: I know...but I can't feed you what you actually want.

Earth: ...Moon!!

[Earth bangs against the glass, causing Moon to fall onto his back.]

Earth: I need it! I need your oil!! Let me have it!!

[Earth's eyes flash a more crimson red color, their pupil shape changing to one of a skull.]

Moon: Earth, Earth, hey hey calm down! I...I can't let you have my oil, I can't let you have anyone's oil, not even Bloody and Harvest as much as I dislike those two.

[Earth makes a low growling plus a heavy breathing noise, her eyes going back, somewhat, to normal. Or at least, back to their previous state of being blue with only one pupil being a skull shape.]

Moon: Earth....I promise, I'll find a cure for this, just hold on a little longer.

[Earth says nothing, going back to her previous state of being in a zombie-like stance, here eyes staring off into the void.]

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Parts and Services: April 13th, 2024

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Foxy: I....holy shit dude...

Monty: Earth...?

[Earth's eyes are completely hollow, her face twisted into an eerie, unwavering grin....everything below her head had been twisted and transformed into some sort of metal centipede monster, it taking up the entire room, leaving only enough room for Earth's head to peek out the glass that stood between her and the two outside of the room. Her face was also stained with that black, pulsating substance. Her only response was a raspy croaking, breathing noise.]

Foxy: What...what the hell happened to your girlfriend?

Monty: Do I look like I know what happened, man?? No one's told me anything outside of her getting infected with...something!

Foxy: Gonna be honest here bud, I don't think that's even Earth in there anymore. Whatever it is, it's just using Earth as a skin suit.

Monty: No no she still has to be in there! Earth!

[Monty runs up to the glass and touches it with their own hand.]

Monty: Earth, honey, it's me....please, say something...!

[Earth's head snaps to the side, one of the metal centipede limbs gently pressing itself against the glass where Monty's hand was. Earth's hollow eyes make a grinning gesture before a raspy giggling is heard.]

Monty: ...Hey....you're in there, aren't you?

[Earth, or whatever's wearing her head as a mask, laughs harder, it sounding raspy and almost...pained.]

Earth(?): I need it...let me have it! I want it to end!

[The voice sounds like a pre-recorded version of Earth's voice, or even the last words she had said before she had transformed into this monstrous form.]

Foxy: ...Oh god...bud, I'm sorry, that isn't her anymore.

Monty: No! No!

[Monty impulsively tries to get into the room through the door, but Jack stops them like he had to stop Solar several times before.]

Jack: I am sorry, I cannot allow you access either!

Monty: Jack, get outta my way-!

Jack: I will paralyze you to stop you if I must!

Monty: Jack...!

Foxy: Monty, listen to Jack, clearly Earth had to have already been getting to be too dangerous if he's trying to stop you.

Monty: But that's my girlfriend man, I can't leave her like that!

Foxy: Monty I'm gonna be real honest with you, I don't think there would be anything that could cure that, even if it was developed. You...might just have to put her down.

Monty: Heheh...nah, I bet Moon has to have developed something that actually could work on curing her.

Moon: ....I wish I could say you were right, Monty.

[Foxy and Monty nearly collapse backwards, not having really expected Moon to pull a Jack.]

Monty: What do you mean by that?

Moon: As it turns out whatever she was infected with is actually some kind of mutant killcode that can't be killed off itself.

Foxy: So...if KC had mutated, that could've happened to you?

Moon: Yeah but I don't want to think about in all honesty...anyway turns out KC's the one who made the person who infected Earth.

Monty: Well how'd you find that one out, hm?

[Monty leans against one of the work tables.]

Moon: So before Eclipse completely tore him to shreds, I interviewed that stupid Crescent Moon kid.

Monty: ....God damnit I wanted to get another shot at him!

Moon: Oh great so we're in agreement that kid is just flat out awful. Anyway Crescent Moon was also made by KC, his twin sister is the one that infected Earth by the way, and turns out both him and his sister's killcodes were made with the intent to help protect and defend instead of, you know, kill for no reason. But I guess Luna's mutated to the point it gave her a monster form. The difference between them and Earth though...

[Moon looks at Earth(?) with a pained expression, Earth(?) seemingly going back into that sort of dissociative state.]

Moon: Is that Luna can control that form, meanwhile Earth can't, given that we couldn't let her have any access to blood or oil or even other animatronics for that matter.

Foxy: ...So I'm...oh...I'm right, you're gonna have to put your own sister down, kami kai that's uh....listen, I'll leave you two to figure it out, I'm gonna go get my kid.

[Foxy leaves Parts and Services, Monty and Moon now standing at the room Earth was stuck inside.]

Monty: ...What can we even do, Moon? We can't just pull an Old Yeller on her.

Moon: I don't know, I don't even wanna do this but I have to!

Monty: And I can't just let you do it, not...not on your own anyway.

[Earth(?) hears them and lets out another raspy laugh, sounding less like her own.]

Earth(?): Make it stop! Can't!!!

[Earth's words sound more like they were badly put together audio clips.]

Moon: ...We have to move her into the tube, let it disassemble her...

Monty: And how do you plan on doing that without getting bitten? You told Jack to not let anyone into the room.

Moon: I'm sure Jack's fast enough to move her in there without getting bit. Hey Jack-

Jack: Already done, Moon! No bite marks detected on my body!

Monty: God that's freaky-

Moon: Efficient though...

[Moon and Monty now move over to the old computer with only four buttons, which even I as the narrator admit is stupid and makes things harder than it has to be.]

Monty: ...Give me a moment before you start the process, please.

Moon: I don't plan to start until I get to say my peace too...

Monty: What about Sun, Solar, Lunar, Ruin, and Sol?

Moon: ....Hey Jack, go tell the others about what's happening, and take them down here if they want to get their peace in.

Jack: On it!

[Jack quickly leaves and comes back within five minutes with Sun, Solar, Lunar, Ruin, and Sol.]

Sun: Oh...oh my kami kai this is real...

[They all surround the tube, Earth(?)'s head slowly swiveling around to look at each of them. They all get to say their peace, even saying goodbye to Earth.]

Lunar: Moon...is it...going to hurt her?

Moon: Gonna be honest, it probably would hurt her more if she was still conscious under that.

[Moon lets out a heavy hearted sigh, putting in the command that would disassemble Earth inside the tube. Everyone mostly turns away, not wanting to watch the whole thing happen. It takes over an hour for Earth(?) to be disassembled, Moon having a heavy sense of guilt.]

Moon: Oh I am gonna need so much actual therapy after this.

Ruin: To be fair, I think we all do.

Sol: I don't blame you for that one, I actually have a therapist recommendation.

Moon: Huh?

Sol: His name's Nicolas Gator, I usually send Bloody and Harvest to see him.

[Literally everyone but Sol groan when they hear his name.]

Solar: God damnit not ANOTHER family member of Monty's we didn't know about.

Monty: Don't look at me, I didn't know either!

Sol: ...Is it a bad time to mention he's your older twin? He kinda mentioned that when I first met him and pointed out how similar you two looked.

Monty: Damnit I did not need my own twin brother!

Moon: Well if he's a therapist, he's probably smarter than you are.

Monty: Moon I swear-!

[Moon laughs as Monty starts to chase him out of parts and services, leading everyone else to follow after them to try and get Monty to stop.]

#fnaf sb au #fnaf sb oc #sams au #tsams au #sams bloodmoon #tsams bloodmoon #tsams sun #tsams moon #tsams lunar #tsams solar #mgafs monty #tsams monty #tsams earth #laes earth #laes lunar #tw: angst #tw: character death #tw: freaky monster transformation description

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midnight-battiness · 4 months

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Um... Eebycord drama happened. That's what.

Uh... He could probably use a little comforting? Someone was saying some pretty hurtful things, despite their good intentions...

Really? LET ME HAVE A WORD WITH 'EM, I'LL SHOW THEM WHAT'S FOR-

Whoa there, Floaty. He's already pretty upset, and you getting involved is only gonna turn this into a screaming match. I'll see what's up with him.

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Chris? You doin' alright?

[Muffled, but still very upset] I'M FINE!

Ow... Chris, open up!

[Chris had tears in his voice, clearly trying to hold them back.] Just leave me ALONE! You don't have to get involved!

Chris! [David started pounding on the door with his claws.]

*BANG BANG THUMP THUMP BANG*

Dude, you're not good. If this was still Big Blue's house, I would've just burned this thing down. So just open up and let us talk to you. We're not upset or anything.

... [The door slowly opened, and on the other side was Chris. He looked especially tired, even by his standards, and his fur all over his small body was damp from his tears. He's been crying for quite some time, but he was desperately trying to hide it.]

...WHAT.

Dude. What happened? We haven't seen you this upset in weeks!

I-It doesn't matter. I'm good enough on my own, and... Just know that if given the chance, I don't think I'd ever leave ANY of you. Not for the world.

[David understood what Chris was saying; He really did not want to get into it, and the Charmander knew better than to probe further.

So, as opposed to doing that, he ran to Chris and hugged him, his warmth calming the Noibat just a bit. He let himself be cuddled by David, his weight settling into his arms.]

...It's alright, dude.

//The Eebycord drama in question, by the way:

Once again, we don't hate each other ooc! This is exclusively roleplay! I'm not here to start irl drama, and I doubt anyone else is, either.

Also, Lane jumpscare. Hey there!

#noibatposting #buizelposting #charmanderposting #pkmn irl #pokemon irl #pokeblogging #rotomblr #eebydeeby irl

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turtlemagnum · 5 months

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here's some of the lore adjustments i'm going to make when i buy the star wars franchise:

recanonize hutts being able to biologically trans their gender for purposes of having kids. jabba can be trans if she wants to, ok

i think it's fucking stupid that twi'lek women are god damn gorgeous and the twi'lek men look like fucking freaks. therefore, i'm gonna be making the men look as pretty as the women. it's only fair

give the devaronian women horns. you make a species of devil lookin guys and you TAKE AWAY their HORN's??"? shame!! shame upon your houses. also i'd make the facial variation a bit more diverse so we still get the freaky lookin guys but also we should be able to make hot guys too with them i think.

in general i'd get away from that weird sexual dimorphism thing common to a lot of fantasy stuff where the males of a species are all monstrous but the women are all sexy and curvy and such. as such, either all of the people of a species are gonna be sexy and curvy like the women, or they're all gonna be monstrous like the men. them's the rules

revan would be made canonically transmasculine, though i'd wanna do it in a very low key way. it just makes sense!!!

droids can use the force, and everyone has a little bit of force in them so if you train hard enough anyone can become proficient. also, since the cool thing about the force is that it's a very soft kind of magic and is generally just whatever the story needs, i'd go Ever So Slightly Anime about it. like not full on but i'd definitely wanna stretch the physical elements of it slightly more than the movies tended to

yoda's lightsaber should be longer than average, actually. dude's little, he's gonna need the extra reach

the society of star wars is like, fairly straightforwardly a human supremacist one, right? how would that impact the beauty standards and gender identities of the other sapient guys? like what if a rodian got surgery to have a body more appealing to the human gaze? what if one of those secretary droids intentionally designed to look like a shapely woman turned out to be transmasc and got robo-top surgery? conversely, what if a transfem B1 battle droid got robo-breast implants to feel more like a woman?

anyways, speaking of rodians. i want you to imagine the face of a rodian (for those unaware, the guy we see han solo shoot at the beginning of a new hope (greedo) is a rodian). imagine what that mouth do. like, vacuum type shit. literally inhuman degrees of head game. think about it

slugthrowers!!! i'd wanna completely overhaul them, there's this one bit of lore That I Hate that is like "heh... slugthrowers are so much more reliable than blasters, which are actually unreliable as hell if you really think about it..." and it's like. No. That's Not How That Works. if blasters were less reliable than more conventional weaponry, they'd never be widely adopted. that's how weapons work. if it ain't reliable, nobody's gonna fucking use it!!! you need (and i mean NEED) the thing to go bang (or pew, in this case) every time you pull the trigger!! if it doesn't, then no military is gonna adopt it, and since civilians will very frequently go for stuff that has some degree of military pedigree, that's kind of fucking important. so, here's how i'd make blasters better than slugthrowers: more accurate, more reliable, easier to mass produce cheaply and effectively, higher ammunition capacity, and not impacted by varying gravity (at least not as much as Real Bullets, y'know). i'd also make the advantages of slugthrowers that they hard counter jedi (can't reflect metal with a lazer sword, you'd just melt it and now you have molten lead hitting your body at somewhere between mach 1 and 4!!!), and have more potentiality for stealth since you can suppress em silent if you know what you're doing. it is canon that jedi are often killed by assassins with explosives, and since slugthrowers are essentially a form of explosive, this is just an extension of that. so, that's why blasters would be more popular, because How Often Is A Normal Person Gonna Fight A Guy With A Lightsaber, so blasters are just Better in almost all situations but slugthrowers have Just Enough Of A Situational Benefit to still be around for like, at the very least people who are like, bounty hunters that specifically go after jedi or sith, y'know. And No, Jedi Cannot Just Catch The Bullets With The Force, That's Stupid.

anyways, i'd either make padme as young as anakin was when they meet (about 9) or i'd make anakin about the same age as padme when they meet (about 14). that way it's Not Quite As Weird, y'know. i'd probably spring for the latter since that'd be easier to cast good actors for

i'd decanonize the sequels since i have my own ideas for them, but i'd keep certain elements (like bb8 droids and porgs and the live slug reaction guy)

luke is ace but has romantic attraction. again, relatively low key but yeah. also mara jade is canon

i'd make jar jar hot. i'm not gonna elaborate because i wanna keep some things a suprise

#this is arguably both a #turtlegunrant #and a #H&Hornyposting #oh babey a double!!#warning: long

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jooskyimo · 1 year

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Jared: Alan Bailey

(content tags: NSFW, M+M, character/POV switching, language, stalking, kidnapping, NC, drugs, gore, murder, frotteurism, hematolagnia, cannibalism)

PART ONE: ALAN'S POV

Dear Alan Bailey.

I know you love me too. Just fucking tell me. Come on, Alan. You fucking admire me. You want me. You love thinking of me. You want me inside you again. You want my cock inside you. You're scared to tell me. But it's okay. I can wait a little longer. You know I love you.

From, Jared.

"The fuck?" I quietly exclaimed. "What the fuck?" I got up and started pacing around the room. "What the fucking fuck, seriously?"

"What does it say, Alan?" Casey said, sitting on the edge of the couch seat with his head in his hands and his eyes closed tightly. He anticipated the worst, but was clinging onto hope that Jared hadn't written another disgusting letter.

"It's just more bullshit about him loving me." I sighed, plopping myself down onto the couch next to Casey. "I don't understand why he does this shit."

Casey looked up at me with a disgusted look on his face. "What is wrong with him, dude? You've been friends since you were like 5, what the hell happened?"

I shook my head. "I have no idea. We were close. So fucking close, Casey. We were like brothers." I looked down at my arm, realizing I'd been picking at the skin. "He started doing really tiny things a few years ago. It started off okay, now he's just weird. But fuck, man, I'd give anything just to have the old Jared back. He never used to do this shit." I leaned my head back and started scraping my skin harder.

Casey scoffed. "Well, why dont you just ignore him?What the hell is he gonna do about it?"

I stayed quiet. Not because I didn't know the answer, but because I was scared of even thinking about it.

3 years ago. My 15th birthday. Jared was the only one I had invited. I didn't like the thought of a big party, and I wanted to spend the day having fun with my best friend. Jared had just turned 16, but he hadn't thrown a party so that we would just celebrate both our birthdays at my party. And we did. But he got a lot more out of it than I did.

After we got back to my house we ate pizza, and then Jared suggested we try something. I asked him what and he told me that he saw something in a gay porn and he wanted to test it out since he was curious. We were both still questioning basically everything about ourselves, and we had both been talking about how we were both more strongly attracted to guys. We played these comments off as jokes, but deep down, we both knew what it was. We were gay.

He wanted me to suck his dick. As his birthday present. And since I loved him with every fiber of my being, I said sure.

I did it, and at the time, it felt fucking amazing. It was the most fun thing I'd ever done with him. That was the day we officially came out to each other.

After that, things went downhill.

He wanted to further our relationship, but he didn't start out being super pushy. He gave a gentle nudge, hinting towards the idea, then I'd politely reject him, maintaining the mindset that we had been best friends since we were in elementary school, and I didn't want to mess up the longest friendship I'd ever had. So he wouldn't bring it up for a few days.

But then it started happening every day. Then nonstop. By the time I was 17, he was annoyingly persistent about it to the point where we couldn't even have a normal conversation. At this point I was even more uncomfortable. I rejected him for the last time and told him if he ever hit on me like that again our friendship would be over. Forever.

He didn't take that well. I didn't want to hang out with him much anymore, so I hadn't seen him for a couple weeks. He started sending letters to me and banging on my front door and my bedroom window in the middle of the night. But this letter was unlike anything he had sent before.

I looked down at my arm and realized it was bleeding.

"Alan?" Casey got my attention.

"Yeah, what?" I looked at him.

He handed me a tissue from the box on the coffee table. "Your arm is bleeding."

"I noticed." I looked back down and wiped my arm with the tissue.

"Oh fuck."

"What, Casey?" I sighed, looking up. He was standing in front of me, shaking and staring straight at the window behind me. My eyes widened as I realized what was happening. "Get in the bathroom." He nodded and ran.

I got up and slowly turned towards the window. There he was. Staring right back at me. He had this little smirk, like the smug bastard he is.

"FUCK, JARED!" I yelled. I took a second to catch my breath and walked toward the window and opened it just enough to talk to him. He smelled like pine needles and dirt with a hint of freshly cut grass, and he was wearing a dirty gray hoodie over an uncharacteristically clean blue t-shirt, with one of the hoodie sleeves hanging off of his shoulder. His hair was fluffed up and messy, and there was dirt on his face. "What the hell are you doing here, Jared." I demanded. It came out more as a statement than a question.

"Just trying to see what your hot ass is doing. Speaking of your ass..." He grinned and looked me up and down and I could see his pupils dilate in the faint light coming from the living room. "Fuck. You don't even know, dude. I'd do some nice shit to you, Alan."

I felt the anger building up. I clenched my fist. I took a deep breath, holding it in. "You need to stop. Now."

"You know, it's pretty hot when you get mad at me." He smiled.

I clenched my jaw. "Jared, get the fuck out of here." I said it in the most authoritative voice I could without yelling and waking anyone up. "Fucking. Leave."

"You're so fucking beautiful." He looked down. I followed his gaze and saw he was hard.

I cringed. "Ugh."

"Mhm. You want it, don't you?" He moaned as he rubbed it.

"I'm calling the police, Jared."

"Whoa whoa, babe, calm down." He laughed, putting his hands up and taking a couple steps back. "I'll leave. Okay? Just..." He took out his phone. "Let me get a good picture of you, babe. I'm gonna need it."

I sighed. "Jared. Stop fucking calling me that."

"Stop calling you what?" He smirked, his phone pointed towards me.

"Babe."

He laughed. "Ooh, you fell for it! Got it." He looked down at his phone. "Fuck yeah." He looked back at me.

I slammed the window shut and he started banging on it. I could hear him yelling "Babe! Come back!" and shit like that. I didn't turn, just went straight to my room. God, I would kill him if I wouldn't get arrested.

Fuck. Him.

PART TWO, JARED'S POV

Dear Alan Bailey.

I love you more than you'll ever know. But if you can't accept that, if you can't return that love...

Maybe I'll need to force you to learn how to love me back.

From, Jared.

After banging on his living room window for a couple minutes, I accepted that he had probably gone to sleep or forgot or something. I looked down. I was still super fucking hard.

"Ffffuuuuuuucckk." I groaned, leaning my head back and shoving my hands into my pockets. I walked across his backyard and sat cross legged in the freshly trimmed grass for a few minutes. For the first time in a while I felt genuinely defeated.

I looked back down at it.

"Aw, fuck it."

I unzipped my jeans and started jerking off. All I could think about was the fact that Alan was right there. His smooth skin, his shiny hair, his beautiful fucking puppy dog eyes... All of it, just waiting for me. Barely tens of feet away. I could just walk in and fuck him. He was so close. So close. So. Fucking. Close.

"Oh, shit..." I moaned as I came. It was a lot. All over my new shirt I had bought just to impress Alan. Damn.

The next morning, I woke up in my bed, hungry and still tired. I looked at my phone to admire my lockscreen, a picture I had of Alan and I from 9th grade. His smile was so pretty. I hadn't seen that smile from him in years. After sitting in bed for a few hours, I dragged myself out of bed and washed my face, then ate a bowl of cereal, staring out the kitchen window to watch kids bike past in the street, as they did every morning. It reminded me of riding my bike to the arcade with Alan after school. That was the same arcade we had our birthday party in. And the last time we went anywhere together, aside from school. After breakfast, I put on a gray t-shirt and my hoodie and skateboarded to Alan's house to hide in the yard and watch him leave for work.

As I sat there, in the bushes beside his house, I checked the time. It was 10. That was way later than usual, and Alan still hadn't come out. I smiled. If he was still home, and if his roommate was gone, this was a great opportunity.

I grabbed my keys, spinning them on my finger and whistling as I walked up to his front door. I unlocked it, and walked right in. I knew he had no clue I could do that, which made it even better. I locked the door behind me and moved the couch in front of it as quietly as I could.

"I'm coming, babe. Don't worry. I'm finally here." I whispered to myself and smiled.

I snuck up the stairs and walked towards Alan's room. I creaked open the door and peeked inside.

There was Alan, in his bed. He'd probably called in sick so he could sleep in. Classic Alan. I sat down next to his bedroom door with my eyes closed, peacefully listening to Alan's gentle snoring and quiet moans. I smiled. He's fucking adorable, especially when he has nightmares. The noises alone...

I sat there so long I almost fell asleep myself, but I heard Alan clear his throat and moan as he got out of bed and stretched.

"Shit." I whispered. I carefully walked into the bathroom right across from Alan's room. I heard him walk down the stairs. "Shit." And I meant it this time. The front door was right at the bottom of the stairs. He was gonna see the couch and the muddy shoe prints. He was gonna know.

"Oh, what the hell?"

Fuck. No. Please. Come on...

"God damn it, Case. I told you to stop doing this shit. The doors lock just fine by themselves." As he climbed back up the stairs I could hear his voice getting closer. His hot. Fucking. Voice.

I heard him open the door to Casey's room.

"Case, why did..." He paused. "Case? What the fuck..."

Casey wasn't home. Perfect.

I heard him coming back towards the bathroom.

I had to do it.

Now.

I popped out of the bathroom and blocked the hallway, my arms and legs stretched out and my hands pressed against the walls.

"JARED! NO! GET THE FUCKING HELL OUT!" He tried to push past me.

"Don't." I demanded. He tried to slip through the space between me and the wall and I growled, kicking him in the gut. He fell to the floor. I got on top of him, trapping his hands under my legs, and grabbed his neck, keeping my other hand over his mouth to stop him from screaming. I looked into his eyes deeply as a tear rolled down his face.

This made me fucking livid. I felt a knot in my stomach, and anger- but mostly sadness- filled my head.

I forrowed my brows and leaned in a bit. "Why are you crying? Aren't you happy I'm here?"

He started breathing heavily and closed his eyes tightly. I planted a soft kiss on his cheek and he started breathing slower.

"Babe. Look at me." We stared into each other's eyes. "I'm not going to hurt you. Trust me. But please be quiet, okay? I love you. You'll be okay."

He nodded, a sad and scared expression on his face. I removed my hand from his mouth, but kept the other one lightly but still firmly around his neck.

"Okay. See? You're okay, baby."

He looked up at me, his eyes twinkling, wet with tears.

I wiped the tears from his face. "It's gonna be okay. I told you I wouldn't hurt you. I love you." I know he fucking blushed when I said that. I could fucking tell. That bitch blushed so hard.

"Say it back, Alan."

Another tear fell. He shook his head. "Please, no." He shut his eyes tightly.

I laughed. "Babe, come on." I strengthened my grip on his neck. I could tell he was starting to struggle to breathe.

He opened his eyes and squirmed. "I love you, okay? Just... Let go..." He choked out.

That shit hit me deep. I was hard as fuck.

"Oh, fuuuckkk meee..." I groaned quietly. "You really are amazing." I started rubbing against him, and then I realized.

He. Was. Fucking. Hard.

He let out a small whimper, and he was definitely blushing now.

"What the fuck... You're hard?"

"No. No..." He started struggling to get away, but I was sitting on his lap and he couldn't move at all. "Ugh, god damn it! What is wrong with you?" His face was red.

I grinned. "You fucking are, you little nasty slut. God, you're hot. I knew you loved me." I stood up and grabbed him by his arms, pulling him along with me. "We're going back to my house, babe."

I was jerking off during the drive back home. I just couldn't help it. He was so hot. Laying there, all tied up in my back seat.

I tied him to one of my dining chairs, then pulled a bottle of drugged water out of the fridge. "Here, drink this. Don't want you dehydrated." I poured some of the water into his mouth, and he swallowed it. "I'm gonna have some fun with you."

"What?"

"I'm gonna torture you in the best way. I'm gonna savor you." I walked up to him and placed my hand on his cheek. "I love you, Alan." I pulled him towards me and kissed him. His lips were soft and smooth like rose petals and they tasted like his vanilla and strawberry lip balm. As I pulled away, I looked into his eyes and he looked back into mine. They were wide, and honestly he looked like he enjoyed it.

"Oh, did you like that?" I smiled.

He stared up at me. He seemed more calm.

"Well?" He looked down at the floor to hide his face. I lifted it back up. "Come on. You can tell me." I kissed him again. "How did that make you feel?"

"I... I got chills." He said quietly.

"In a good way, right?"

He didn't reply, and looked down again. I stood up and went to grab duct tape, smiling the whole time. He liked it. I knew he loved me.

I tore the tape with my teeth and put a piece over his mouth. "You're still hard, baby?" I grinned, putting my hand on his bulge. "Can't believe this is really happening."

He whined and shut his eyes tightly as I moved my hand slowly, rubbing his cock through his sweatpants. "If you really did like me back this whole time, why the hell would you make me wait like this, baby?"

Alan ignored my question and shifted his weight, leaning back in the chair, and thrusted his hips, pressing his dick harder against my hand. I pulled away and reached up to tear the tape off. Alan let out a yell. "Now. Tell me why, pretty boy."

He hung his head and breathed heavily. "I don't... I really, really don't like you, man."

I scoffed. "Well that's a fucking lie. You blushed when I kissed you, and you just got flustered from me touching you. Come on. You love me."

He shook his head, looking back up at me. "No. Just sensitive. Any guy could do that to me."

"Oh really? Any guy?"

"Well, I mean, not an ugly guy, but..."

"Oh? So you think I'm hot?"

"Jared, come on."

"Well, that's what you just implied."

"Jared. This is like the third time you've fucking kidnapped me. How the hell are you not in jail?"

"Well, you never call anyone or tell anyone about it. Casey doesn't even know about the more extreme stuff I've done to you. To be honest," I leaned closer, grabbing his chin and looking into his eyes, "kinda makes me think you don't want me to stop."

He scoffed, pulling away and hanging his head again. I stood back up, glaring down at him. "Well then. If you're gonna be a fucking bitch about it," I pulled a pocketknife out of my back pocket and flipped it open. "I'm gonna have to teach you a lesson." I leaned in, my face close to his so he could feel my breath against his lips, tracing his jawline with the blade. "Teach you how to respect me."

"I won't. I'll never respect you. You're a piece of shit. Fuck you." He spat at me. I backed up and stared down at him angrily. It honestly hurt that he would do something like that.

"That's mean."

"You're mean." A tear fell down his cheek.

I was conflicted. Stood for a minute or so. Watching. His beautiful twinkling eyes staring back up at me. His pretty crying. His smile. His beautiful body, leaning forward as if to intimidate me.

I decided.

I lunged and grabbed him by his neck, holding him back as I hooked the blade of my knife under his shirt and tore through it. I dropped the knife, ripping the shirt with my bare hands. An animal tearing into another animal purely based on instinct. Aggression. Passion.

PART THREE, ALAN'S POV

Dear Alan Bailey.

God damn it. I miss you. Alan. I fucking miss you so much. Why can't you just admit you love me back? Then we could just skip this drama and finally be together. Why not, Alan? Why don't you love me??? Why the fuck not???

"What the fuck are you doing?!" I screamed as he ripped my shirt open, trying desperately to hold him back.

"Teaching you a lesson, like I said." He smiled at me. I hate his smile.

So fucking smug.

Disgusting.

Horrible.

Vile.

I kicked my legs, aiming to hit him anywhere I could. "Get off, you fucking psycho!" He grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling my head back. I stopped kicking.

He stared into my eyes for a few seconds, then his face got really close to mine. "You need to stop doing that, Alan. I'm here to take care of you, and you're making it really, really difficult." He sat in my lap while he said this. I felt my cock throbbing in my jeans, and it felt so good against him. He traced the blade gently across my face and neck with his other hand still pulling my hair, then started grinding against me. I moaned softly, accepting his attempt to calm me down. It shouldn't have worked, but it did.

Maybe a little too well.

"Oh fuck, did you just..."

I was really hoping he wouldn't notice.

He grinned. "That's hot. Thought you didn't like me. Your feelings definitely change fast, don't they?"

"Shut up, Alan. I told you before, I'm sensitive. You don't have to make fun of me."

"Yeah, but that didn't seem like you just being sensitive. You were moaning. You were enjoying it." He smiled, then leaned in and kissed me softly. I couldn't speak or react. I wanted to yell at him or punch him or push him away, but I couldn't. It was like I was hypnotized, just staring back into his eyes. I knew I was blushing because of his stupid reaction and smug grin.

He kissed me again, and again, grinding against me the whole time, letting out these really soft and hot moans, and a minute later I was hard again.

I was actually kinda starting to enjoy it. Why the fuck did I feel like this? He's disgusting. I've tried for years to distance myself from this creep, and now all those feelings of hatred were just gone because he was a little charismatic? No. No. This is fucking stupid.

He got up and went into his bedroom, and I felt adrenaline start pumping through my veins. I tried with all my strength to separate my arms and get the rope off, but it was tied tight, and the pulling made the knot tighter.

"Shit."

"You say something, babe?"

"No." I started sweating. Fuck. What the hell was I gonna do? Then I saw the knife on the counter. It was a couple feet away. If I could get to it without making too much noise, I could get free and maybe stab this fucker. Then I could run out into the street and be saved. I smiled as I began to feel free again.

I scooted the chair across the floor to the counter, and it didn't make sound. Thank god Jared used furniture pads on everything. I kept scooting closer and closer until I finally got there. I looked around, trying to figure out how to get the knife, when I heard Jared coming back in.

"So, I couldn't find my favorite knife, but I found some-" He looked up, first at me, then at the knife. "Oh, no, you don't." He laughed, pulling my chair back and grabbing the knife. Shit. "You're a smart little guy, aren't you? Trying to escape. Too bad you couldn't grab the knife. You were so close to being free, weren't you?"

I clenched my jaw at his condescending remarks.

"I think you deserve a punishment for that." He stared at me for a second, then suddenly lunged and grabbed my left foot, holding my leg straight out. I wiggled, trying to get my leg free.

"No! No, stop it!"

"This is what happens when you try to leave me." He put the knife to my upper thigh, and dragged the blade all the way down my leg. I winced and breathed through my teeth. He didn't cut deep, but he used enough force to draw blood, resulting in a long, red line down my leg, dripping blood onto the floor.

"Stop it, please." I sobbed.

"No. You haven't learned your lesson yet." He put the knife back at the start of the cut, and started to slice into it again. I screamed, and he dropped the knife and my leg and slapped his hand over my mouth. "What the hell is wrong with you? You want somebody to hear you?" He looked deeper into my eyes. "You want me to get in trouble?"

My eyes started to water. I shook my head.

"Good." He let go, and picked up my leg again.

I had to do something.

I kicked him with my other leg, hitting him in the chin. He groaned and stood back up, stumbling backwards and running into the wall. "Fuck, ow! You bitch!" I started to struggle with the ropes again.

"No. You're not getting away." He ran towards me, and I leaned to the side. I fell, and he tripped over the legs of the chair, running into his dining table. "Fuck, okay. That one hurt a lot." He knelt over, holding his stomach. "I can't fucking breathe. Holy shit."

I found the knot and started to untie it. I kept struggling to find the right curves and twists in the knot. Jared started to get up again, and I finally undid the knot and struggled to stand. I started to run just as he reached out to grab me, but I fell over as the surging pain in my leg reminded me it wouldn't be that easy. I screamed in pain, and he dragged me by my shoulders back to the chair.

"Let me go! Please!" I could barely get my words out between my sobs and gasps for air. I kept crying as he lifted the chair and sat me on it, then started to tie me up yet again. He kissed me, and almost fell over as he tried to catch his breath.

"You're a tough one." He said as he sat on my lap, resting his arms over my shoulders and leaning his forehead against mine. "But you aren't leaving. I can't let you."

I wanted to try to get him off of me, but I felt myself starting to get tired, and the strength started to leave my body.

PART FOUR, JARED'S POV

Dear Alan Bailey,

I jerked off to our school pictures like 7 times today. Might be a new record. You looked so hot in your basketball shorts. Ever since we were in middle school, I've fantasized about fucking you in the locker room, with our gym shorts and sneakers on, just going at it like fucking animals and ignoring anybody who saw us. Me pulling your soft hair, you screaming my fucking name like the pretty slut you are.

I think about it every day, Alan. That night on your birthday. Seeing you on your knees in front of me, and seeing you swallow my cum. I hope we can do that again someday.

Love, Jared.

"Fuck, you're still so hard." I laughed. "You really put up a fight, Alan."

He whined, trying to get me off of him.

"Come on, Alan. Anyone could see that this whole thing is performative. You just don't wanna admit that you like me. But you do. I can tell. You came earlier, and you're still hard, even after I cut you. I'm not the only one enjoying this."

He didn't say anything. Just sat there, leaned his head back, and moaned while I kept grinding against him.

"I want you."

It was so quiet, and he hadn't said anything for a few minutes, so I wasn't even sure he actually said it. "Did you say something?"

"I want you so bad." He slurred.

Holy shit. He really meant it.

I felt a chill, and my cock was sore from waiting so long. I stood up, starting to take off my shorts. I looked at him, and he was looking drowsy. He couldn't even keep his head up. My mood went from excited to pissed.

He didn't mean it. It was the fucking drugs.

"Fuck. Fuck!!"

"What's wrong?" He mumbled.

"God damn it!" I screamed and slammed my fist against the wall. I leaned against the wall and closed my eyes, trying to calm myself down.

"Jared?"

Just breathe.

"Jared, come back." He laughed, almost falling over in the chair.

Breathe.

"Okay. Okay. Y'know what, Alan?" I picked up the knife and walked back over to him, trying to stay calm. He just stared back up at me, waiting. I closed my eyes and took a step closer.

Breathe.

Another step.

Stay calm.

"What are you doing?"

Breathe.

I opened my eyes. "I'm sorry, Alan." I put the knife to his throat.

"What do you mean? What-"

"I'm sorry."

Cut.

I felt a surge of energy spread through my body. My eyes focused on Alan, and thick, red blood spilled from his neck and bubbled as these choking, gurgling sounds came from him.

"Jared..." he choked.

I sat in his lap again, and kissed his bloody lips as the life left him. I felt his last breath on my lips. I tasted his blood. I put my hands against him, covering them in his blood, and smeared it against my body.

"Fuck."

I sat with him for a few minutes before I untied him from the chair, and dragged him to the middle of the room, and got on top of him, just like we were in the hallway that morning. I laid on top of him, kissing him and caressing him.

"Now you won't leave me."

It took me those 3 days to get used to his death. It didn't affect me very much, probably because in a way he was still there. I missed him more when he was alive, because he was never with me. But now he was. He didn't have the choice to leave me anymore.

He laid there in my kitchen for 3 days. The smell didn't bother me. I actually kinda liked it.

He was with me forever.

I even tried eating him a couple times. The first time, I cooked a part of him and tried it with seasonings. The second time I ate him by himself, with nothing else. The second one was definitely better. It felt more pure. It was just him.

I cut him in every place I could, just to see what was inside. It was all so pretty. Every time I touched his blood or anything inside him, it made me feel something I never felt before. It was all so satisfying. The slick feeling of his organs, and the sounds that came from them when I touched them.

By the time I was ready to get rid of him, he was a ripped apart corpse covered in blood and organs.

I didn't know what to do with the rest of him for a while. I had cleaned the blood and evidence from his house and mine, but I didn't have an idea for what was left of his body. I ended up keeping some in the fridge for later, and then putting some of him through the garbage disposal, and the rest got flushed down the toilet. That seemed to work.

Alan Bailey. He was my first, and my favorite.

I love you, Alan Bailey.

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