#it's the only thing i got going on right now besides stress and depression damnit

[mokeonn]

Anyways im just very peeved that my problems with honor mode so far haven't been the fights because I'm very good with cheesing them. It's been with the consequences of failing certain story events.

Like I haven't touched my game with Poetry, my adorable little pink tiefling bardlock, because despite almost being done with act 2, I foolishly decided to talk to Isobel because I thought I could handle the fight. I didn't need to talk to her! I didn't need Selune's blessing! I had the pixie's bell! Yet, for some reason, I decided to tempt fate anyway with an encounter that took me at least 8 tries to get right on my first playthrough. Now I'm too bummed to play the world's cutest bard because I ended up condemning tons of wonderful characters to their death with my hubris. It doesn't matter that I was technically already continuing the run with dishonor (the phase spider matriarch), no reloading allowed ever I suppose.

So I'm gonna probably make an even more wholesome run with a halfling, and I will simply not take any risks that happen to take out an entire village if you fail.

[yandere-ac]

I love your blog so much!! 💞💞💞💞 If you want to, maybe a yandere K.K. Slider 🥺👉👈

Yandere K.K. Slider X Reader

Star

(There were two requests for this but I accidentally deleted one because I’m a dumb fuck)

C / O/C = Coffee of choice

K.K. Slider was not your average dog. You see, he was a world famous celebrity who was popular for his music. He was a dog who had it all yet...had nothing. He had money, fame, friends, fans, people throwing themselves at him! But he’d never really felt happy with any of it. Because of his fame, people put him up on a pedestal. And become of THAT he couldn’t interact with anyone like a normal person. He was always THE world famous K.K. Slider to these people, not ever just K.K.

But he had to accept it, if he didn’t he’d have gone depressed by now. At least he wasn’t famous for doing something proper, then people would call him stuff like “Mr. Slider” good lord, then he would DEFINITELY be depressed. But still, he did have some close friends who treated him like an equal instead of some star.

In a studio not far off, a cat with fluffy white fur was storming around, checking so that everything was in place. He was wearing a white checkered muffler, topping it off with a brown paperboy hat. “Mic? Check! Guitar? Check! Amplifiers? Check! K.K.?...god damnit- where the hell is he at?” The felines tail whisked in annoyance as he pinched the bridge of his tiny, pink nose. “Umm...we don’t know sir-“ “stay here I’ll get him. Make sure everything’s in check, CRACK ON EVERYONE! ...this dog is going to be the death of me” He mumbles the last part under his breath as everyone around him continued to unload all of the equipment, walking at a brisk pace he was wondering how he got into this situation. The cat looked all over, in his lounge, all over the studio, he made multiple calls to him only to get no response. He knew that there was only one place left where he hadn’t looked. The roof. “God damnit Tota...” and so he climbed up the studio latter up to the roof, and sure enough. There he sat. Totakeke Slider.

“The latter again? When are you actually gonna climb like a normal Cat?” The white dog said, staring off into the distance, not turning around to look at the cat behind him. “Really Totakeke? The roof? What is this, the third time? Ye can’t just bunk off work when there’s a rehearsal about to begin” K.K. felt himself chuckle as he turned around to look at his frustrated friend. “Wow, three times now and you’ve yet to look up here first” he smiled, making the cat tense up. “Uh!- don’t change the subject! You’re the one who’s not at his own bloody rehearsal!” He approached his friend only to be pulled down to the ground next to him. “Chill out daddio. It’s in two hours” K.K looked out over the sky, letting out a wonderful sigh. “Yeah? And ye are supposed to be practicing! What happens if ye forget the lyrics? If ye forget what to play?” “Seamus” “if ye mess up the song?” “Seamus!” What if-“ K.K. grabbed ahold of his friends face, mushing his cheeks in between his paws. “Dude, chill out. I’m not gonna forget the lyrics to the songs. I wrote them!” K.K. said, letting out a little laugh at his agents spastic behaviour. Seamus face got light pink as he realized that he was rambling. “Ah yes of course...I’m sorry” K.K.s muffled laugh was now more amplified, he patted Seamus on the back as he did so. “No worries, I just wished you didn’t stress so much. I’m tellin ya, everyday I swear I can see grey hair on that scalp of yours” “dONT YER EVEN JOKE ABOUT THAT TOTA!”

“Alright people lets wrap it up! Ye did good today!” K.K. was walking off stage when he heard the gentle pats against the floor, he knew who was approaching him. “What’s happening Shimo!” He turned around to greet the little penguin as she ran towards him. “O-Oh! Did you hear me? K.K.?” She asked, very much startled about the musicians ability to know she was coming. “The whole studio hear ye lass” Seamus was quick to reply as he helped the others with carrying all the equipments. “Ah! I see...eheheh” Shimo gave a sheepish smile as she scratched her neck. “Heh, well did ya need something butternut?” K.K. asked her. “Well...I was gonna ask...after the next show, would you maybe give two cans of yours private autographs?” She asked, twiddling her fins together. “Of course I can! I love giving fans autographs! Who are they?” He asked excitedly. He always loved giving back to his fans, back when he wasn’t as popular and more of a freelance artist he didn’t even make people pay for his music. But that was then. Now his agents where always pushing him to capitalise on his fame. So nowadays he always took any chance possible to give back to the ones who took him as to where he is now. “Well, they’re two kids, one of the is a boy. His name is joji, he’s a five year human and the other one is a girl, kim, also five and a human” “A human?! Hah! Haven’t seen me one o’ those for quite some time!” Seamus was, once again, quick to quip in. Was that true? He was gonna meet not one but two humans? He’d seen many humans before at his concerts and he’d met a few of them but it was always so interesting to see them. Because for every human there was at least 4 animals to accompany them. It was just much rarer to be a human than to be an animal. “Well I would love to, and I’m sure we can made time after the show right Seamus?” K.K. and Shimo turned to his agent whom only responded by looking at the pair with a displeased look. “Well...I guess if they’re willin ta stay for a while after the show than sure, I don’t see a problem” this made the penguins eyes light up. “Oh thank you guys! They’ll be so happy to hear this!”

“Ahh it’s nothin lass. But uh these kids, they’re gonna have a parent accompanying them right? We don’t want two little children runnin’ around our studio without supervision” Seamus said walking towards the two. Shimo gave him a smile. “Yes! They’ll be accompanied by a family member! Don’t worry they won’t cause any trouble, Joji is an angel” Shimo assures the cat infront of her. “Right, right. Well, again, then there won’t be any trou-“ before Seamus could could finish his sentence, Shimo tackled him into a hug. And soon after that K.K. let out a small chuckle as he took the annoyed cat into a side hug. “Oh thank you Seamus! Thank you thank you thank you!”

“Agh! Get off me! Quit laughin’ Tota before I smack yer face off!”

“WE LOVE YOU K.K.!”

“DO BUBBLEGUM K.K.!”

“K.K.! K.K.!”

“Thank you! Everyone! I love you all! You’re all amazing!” The sound of his adoring fans was almost ear deafening, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. He loved each and everyone of them just as much as way back when he had about 30 fans. He still remember the day when he blew out and gained a large following, he remembered how happy he felt knowing that people enjoyed his music. And still today he loved his fans. Even if they were a little...intense. As he went backstage a white arm clung around him by the shoulder and he was walked away from all the noice. “Alright so you go change, tidy up, drink some water, just freshen up. We’ll get the wee lad and lass in `ere shortly alright?”

“Okey, thanks Seamus” The star said, walking to his lounge. This had been a good show, or at least he felt so. After washing off and chilling for a while he went out of his lounge to find Shimo. He opened his door and-

“Agh!”

Oh no. He hit someone in the face with the door. He ran out to help whoever he hit. “Oh my god are you oke-“ he stoppped himself before he could even start. Looking at the person before him, It was a human. They were rubbing one spot on their forehead bending over. “...uh...oh! Are you alright? I didn’t mean to hit you? Do you like...need ice?” The human groaned as they rose up again to meet his gaze. “No no, it’s- it’s alright I just- I got scared by the door suddenly just swinging open. It’s okey really” they looked at him and...my god. This human was very cute. Suddenly, a second smaller human popped out behind them. He was grabbing the fabric that surrounded the older ones legs with one arm while the other one was surrounded by a red cast. And then a thing small human ran out from behind the first ones legs and looked at him with big eyes...oh!

“You’re Kim and joji right?” He asked looking at the small girl and boy. At that they let out a little gasp and nodded. They boy seeming less shy. “Well, do you want an autograph little dudes?” He said as he crouched down to be on the same level as the kid. The boy, joji nodded as he ran up to him. K.K. snickered at the kids sudden enthusiasm as he took out a pen and paper. He looked first at the girl. “What do you want it to say?”

“To Kim, from your grooviest pop star ever! K.K. Slider! And then a buncha hearts and starts!” She said very enthusiastically. “Righto” he signed the paper and gave it to her. “Well little guy, what do you want it to say?”

“...to...to my biggest fan, Joji. Rock on, From K.K. Slider” joji said. This kid was just adorable. As he reached out for more paper the boy declined and pointed to his cats. Oh right! K.K. felt a little stupid for not realising that he wanted his cast signed, but he of course signed it. “Now what do we say kids?” The older one said. “Thank you K.K. Slider” the two of them said, as they said this they ran over to him and gave him a big hug. It took K.K. Of guard but he happily returned the hug. After a few seconds he got a bright idea. “Hey, wanna check out the stage?” The kids let out yet another gasp as he said this. “Yes! Please! Y/N can we please go see the stage?” They turned around to look at the older one, seemingly named Y/N. “Well, if it’s okey for K.K. Slider. Then sure. I do have to talk to Shimo about something”

And so the four went towards the stage. Joji was riding on K.K. Sliders back and Kim was happily skipping besides them, holding K.Ks hand. Y/N was trailing behind them. As K.K. opened the door to a bunch of animals running around, none of them really paying any mind to the dog. “Alright where do you wanna go to first? The production team? The stage?” Before they could answer Y/N walked up to one of the agents and tried to get their attention. “Exude me ms. Do you know where Shimo is? I have to ask her something” when the agent shook her head Y/N simply let out a sigh. “I think I know where she is. Hey frans could you show the kids around? I’ll help Y/N out” K.K. said as he helped Joji off his back. The two children followed after the agent as K.K. motioned for Y/N to follow him. “Shall we?”

“Sure”

As the two of them walked, they stroke up a conversation. “So are you a fan? Or just here for your kids?” “Oh well, i wouldn’t say I’m a fan. I do listen to some of your music now and again but this is the first time I’ve been to one of your concerts. Also, Kim and Joji aren’t my kids, they’re my sisters kids. I’m just their sitter for the evening” “Ah yes of course. Well did you enjoy the concert?” He asked as he walked closer to them. “I did. You’re a very talented musician K.K. Slider” “you can just call me Totakeke, it’s alright” K.K. Said with a grin. “okey, totakeke” they relied smiling back at him. They were so beautiful/handsome/stylish. Their lushes hair, their shining eyes, their soft skin. Everything about them, it drove him nuts. He’s never felt this about anyone even if he’s been in countless relationships. This wasn’t your average crush or even love. He wanted to have them. He wanted to cherish them. He wanted to-

“Oh! Shimo! There you are! I wanted to ask you if” the rest of the conversation became blurred for K.K.. He couldn’t focus on anything but them. What was this feeling! It was like a drug! And like every addict, he wanted more. He waited until the conversation was over to approach Y/N once more. “Hey Y/N...I just wanted to ask you if...umm...if you’d like to...maybe like...go out sometime?” God damn it. Why was he acting so awkwardly, he’s usually such a smooth talker but- “like a date? Sure I’d be happy to” at that moment K.K. Could feel his heart explode! “O-Oh! Yeah! Groovy! Well do you wanna meet up at the park at 3?” The two of them made plans to meet and the whole time, K.K. could feel his tail wag more and more violently. He couldn’t wait until 3 tomorrow.

Where were you!? Where you not coming!? Oh god he scared you off didn’t he? He really didn’t want to do something drastic but if you’re not gonna show up he might have to go against his rules. But just as he was considering doing something crazy he heard the sound of footsteps coming close. “Hi! I’m so sorry I’m late! Traffic was holding me up” It was you! You had arrived after all! “Oh! No worries daddio. Traffic can be a little extreme around these parts. But don’t worry, where we’re going is not very crowded and it won’t be overflowing with people” k.k. Said, flashing a toothy grin. “Oh where are we going?” y/N asked tilting their head slightly. “Oh you’ll see, c'mon!” With that K.K. Grabbed ahold of Y/N’s hand as they started running somewhere. All while Y/N had no clue of where they were going. After awhile, the pare arrived at a cozy little establishment called “brewsters coffie”. As the two walked in, K.K. grabbed Y/Ns hand. As they opened the door, the bell on top of it made a little sound. “Yo brews!” K.K. Greeted the bird behind the counter. “Hello K.K. who’s the lady friend?” The bird, Brewster, asked. “This is Y/N, they’re my date” K.K. responded. “Well you know our couples discount right? Also, it’s karaoke night so feel free to put on any old song” Brewster said going back to cleaning a cup.

“Alright so what do you want? I’m gonna take a (C/ O/C)” Y/N said as they sat down in a booth. “I think I’m just gonna have a latte” K.K. replied. And so, the two ordered and waited. As the date progressed both of them engaged more and more in their conversation, telling each other about them self’s and asking about each other. “So yeah, I started singing way back when I was just a lil pupper. It’s been my passion ever since” K.K. Said resting his chin in his one paw. As he looked at Y/N, the only thing he could think of was how amazing they were. Not only were their looks stunning but they were so interesting. Anytime they told him about something of themself he could feel his heart skip a beat. He wanted this human all for himself. If only there was a way for him to keep them. “Yeah, it must be cool to be a super star, practically everyone knows you. It’s silly really but...well I’ve always wanted to be a singer. I’ve written some songs but none have really ever gained any attention. I figured that I didn’t have time to try and get recognition right now. I got a job and such” Y/N said sheepishly, as if their dream was dumb. “Wait, stop the press. Say what? Can you sing or do you play instruments?” K.K. asked, even more excited now. If Y/N sang, they were a package deal. “Well, I do know how to play a few instruments but I mainly sing.” OH. MY. GOD. “Well come on! Show me what you got! Let’s do some karaoke!” Without giving his date a chance to respond he quickly grabbed ahold of their hand and booked it to the karaoke machine. “What do you wanna play? Good ol Brewster has a lotta songs and artists” Y/N thought for a moment before they lit up. “Oh! Does it have the ink spots? It’s a little old but I like the vibe of their songs” Y/N said as they typed in the song of their choosing. And luckily enough, it came up. ”Nice! Do you wanna do it on duet mode?” They asked him. In which he happily agreed. They started up the song and let the first line of text appear with the song.

“I don’t wanna set the world on fire...I just want to start a flame in your heart...” K.K. started, soon the timer ticked down for Y/N to sing their part. “In my heart I have but one desire, and that one is you. No other will do” as Y/N sung their first part. K.K. Could feel himself almost explode. Their voice, it was smooth as butter, yet soft and clean. He loved it, it was amazing! He wanted to only hear that voice! The two of them sang through the whole song. And then another one. And then another one. They say there for 40 minutes, just singing. Getting lost in each other’s eyes. After some songs they sat back down at their booth, having a breather as they were both exhausted. “Wow, Y/N your voice...it’s...it’s angelic! You should absolutely do this for a living!” K.K. said eccentric. “Oh stop it you” Y/N said bashfully as a light pink blush appeared on their face. “No I’m serious! You’re voice is so good! I wish you would get more attention....wait! I got it!” K.K. Exclaimed as he grabbed a hold of Y/Ns shoulders. “I’m about to go on a tour soon, why don’t you follow with! That way you can gain attention to your singing and we could maybe continue this relationship!” K.K. said happily. “Oh...I don’t know Tota...isn’t it a bit soon?” They asked in return. “Maybe but what’s life if you don’t take any chances, imagine it! You could become rich and famous! If you ever feel like backing out you can totally do so as well!” He wanted them to join him so desperately. If they didn’t say yes, he might have to trap them in his tour buss...

“Okey! Let’s do it! I’d love to tour with you Totakeke!” They’re eyes lit up when they answered.

Yes! Finally! He had a way of keeping them with him for a couple of months. And by then they were absolutely gonna fall for him! It was a perfect plan! His fans would love the two of them and if they ever tried to break up, his fans would peer pressure them into getting back together with them! It was the perfect plan! Oh Y/N! The tour was in a couple of weeks but he couldn’t wait until then! The idea of you being trapped with him. With nowhere to run to, it made his tail wag.

[lonestarbabe]

Take Me Home

When a guy spikes T.K.’s drink, Carlos deals with the aftermath. (AO3)

After their shifts, the firefighters of the 126, Michelle, and Carlos had gone out to blow off some steam. T.K., who had been feeling down and resistant to going out, was starting to perk up to Carlos’ relief. He’d been worried T.K. wouldn’t have any fun, but now T.K. was laughing and promising Carlos that in a few minutes, he would beat him at darts. Carlos watched T.K. finish his mineral water and put a gentle hand on his neck.

“Before I beat you at darts, let’s dance.” T.K. loved to dance, so even if Carlos hadn’t wanted to, he wouldn’t have had the heart to say no. He was just happy to see T.K. smiling.

“Sure.” Carlos led T.K. to the dancefloor and they began moving to the beat, hands all over one another. T.K. was even more tactile than normal, but Carlos wasn’t going to complain.

As he went to spin, T.K. stumbled. Before he could fall, Carlos grabbed his arm, chuckling at his boyfriend. “Woah, Tiger. I didn’t know you had two left feet.”

“Hello, Stallion,” T.K. beamed, balancing himself and looking Carlos in the eyes. As T.K. looked at him with wide, unfocused eyes, Carlos felt an alarm bell go off in his head. Something wasn’t right.

“Why don’t we got sit down a while?” Carlos suggested, guiding T.K. to a table, but T.K. wouldn’t sit. Instead, he hovered over Carlos, eyes hungry.

It was a few minutes before T.K. spoke. “Carlos? Am I drunk?” Carlos heard, but it was tinny in his ears. T.K. leaned in, practically sitting in Carlos’ lap. “If I am, I’m going to be so mad at myself in the morning.”

Carlos looked up sharply, rising from his chair and bringing T.K. to his feet. “Did you drink something?” He kept his voice calm, but his fingers twitched with panic. He reminded himself that if T.K. had drunken something that Carlos would have noticed. He’d only ever seen T.K. with mineral water.

T.K. shook his head, a dopey smile on his face. “Only mineral water but really good mineral water. I’ve never felt this good drinking mineral water before.” T.K. looped his arms around Carlos’ neck, diving in for a long, sloppy kiss. Carlos froze, caught off guard by the PDA. T.K. was a bit handsy when they went out to gay bars and clubs, but when he was around his father, he kept the touching to a minimum.

Then, T.K.’s hands were all over Carlos, running down his sides to rest on his butt. Carlos pulled them away. “T.K., stop.” Carlos’ heart was hammering in his chest, not sure what T.K. thought he was doing.

“Why? It feels so good. You feel so good.” T.K. moved his hands in erratic shapes on Carlos’ chest, and it would have felt good if they were at home and not in the middle of a goddamn bar.

There was something startlingly euphoric in T.K.’s eyes that Carlos didn’t recognize, and he didn’t think it was sobriety. “Because you’re acting weird, and your dad is right over there. Did you take something?”

“No, I’m great. I can’t remember feeling this happy since… well, ever. I don’t think I’ll ever be sad again. Forget depression. I want to always feel like this, baby. If I don’t feel like this tomorrow, I’ll want to die.”

Carlos felt his stomach drop. That confirmed his suspicion that something was terribly wrong. “Oh, T.K.”

“Why did you say it like that? Aren’t you happy too?”

“I’m just worried.”

“Why? We’re having fun.” T.K. had Carlos’ arm in his grip, and Carlos tried to pry his hand off.

“I’ll be back. I need you to stay here, okay? I’m going to go get Michelle.” If this was a drug, or some other medical issue, maybe Michelle could help him figure out what was going on because of the list of possibilities flashing through his head, Carlos didn’t like any of them.

“Michelle?” T.K. asked with bewilderment.

“Yeah, Ty, Michelle. Your dad too. I’ll have someone stay with you.” He set his sights on Paul who was just a few feet away chatting up a pretty woman. She’d have to wait.

“Tell them that I’m so, so, so happy,” T.K. lulled. “That’s three so’s. It’s important to have enough so’s.”

“Okay, honey, I won’t forget,” Carlos said before kissing T.K.’s cheek, calling Paul over, and weaving his way through the people and tables to where Michelle and Owen were chatting.

When T.K. looked up, Paul was standing there. T.K. laughed. “Hey, buddy. Where’d you come from?”

“I was over by the bar with a girl.”

“Ohhh, a lady. Did Strickland strike out?”

Paul shrugged. “She was okay, but it seemed like you needed company.”

“It was Carlos, huh? He worries a lot. I can’t ever remember feeling worried about anything. He needs to drink mineral water. Hydration is nature’s high.”

“T.K. are you—"

Before Paul could say anything more, Carlos pushed through with Michelle and Owen behind him. “Baby, you’re back,” T.K.’s face lit up. “I missed you,” he said, kissing Carlos on the lips.

“I’m here,” Carlos brushed a hand through T.K.’s sweaty hair.

“T.K., how are you feeling?” Michelle asked in a soft, patient voice, putting a hand on his arm to get him to focus on her. Owen pushed his way to T.K.

“Son, are you alright?”

T.K. looked between them, not sure who he should answer first. “Dizzily good,” he said, laughing uncontrollably.

Michelle looked T.K. over as best she could without any proper supplies. His eyes were unfocused, and he was acting manic. A smile hadn’t left his face since she’d been called over. “Have you had too much to drink, T.K.?”

“Not a drop. I don’t do that. Messes with my head.”

“Did you have anything else?”

“Any what?” T.K. asked, not understanding.

Carlos looked at his boyfriend, feeling completely helpless. “See, something’s really wrong,” he told Michelle. Owen looked terrified and like he was ten seconds from wrapping T.K. in bubble wrap. Carlos didn’t blame him.

Michelle turned around from T.K. “Would he have taken something?” Michelle asked Carlos in a whisper. Owen heard too by the way his eyes widened. T.K. was busy talking to Judd who had come over to see what the fuss was about and had a stormy look in his eyes.

Carlos shook his head. “No, no.” He paused to think. “He wouldn’t do that.”

Paul gave Carlos a sorry look. “Is it possible someone slipped something into his drink?” That was the one thing Carlos hadn’t let himself consider. The thought alone made him feel sick and unhinged.

“I was with him the whole time. Almost.” He tried to think about when something like that could’ve happened. “There was a guy who was bothering earlier when I got back from the bathroom, but I thought he was just an asshole, and T.K. got him to go away pretty easily.”

“Damnit,” Owen cursed, looking as angry as Carlos felt. “What exactly did the guy do?”

“He was flirting. Saying filthy stuff,” stuff Carlos wasn’t about to repeat in front of the whole group, knowing it would humiliate T.K. if he were sober. “He tried to put his hands on him, but T.K. pushed him away, and the guy left without much fuss.”

Judd crossed his arms, voice gruff. “And you didn’t deck him for that?”

“I’m a cop. If I hit every asshole, I crossed paths with, I’d never stop punching, and I’d be out of a job. Besides, it would only piss T.K. off if I tried to fight someone for him.”

Paul raised his eyebrows, “Do you know that from experience?”

Carlos ignored Paul’s question. “We need to get him out of here.”

“We also need to find the asshole who did this,” Judd said, fists clenched. If they found him, Carlos wasn’t going to stop Judd from throwing some punches.

“Did what?” T.K. asked but didn’t wait for a response, pushing through the group so he could kiss Carlos. “You’re so handsome and do lots of sexy…” T.K.’s eyes caught his dad’s. “Dad? What are you doing here?”

“Just making sure you’re okay son.”

“Why do you sound so angry?”

Michelle tried to calm them. “We don’t know that he did anything yet,” though she didn’t seem convinced. “Focus on T.K. He needs to go to the hospital, and you need to ensure he’s specifically tested for date rape drugs— ketamine, Rohypnol, GHB, are the common ones.” She knew that Carlos knew all that, but she also knew that he wasn’t thinking clearly with all the stress of what was happening. The words were heavy between them.

“We’re going to get you out of here, son,” Owen promised, rubbing the back of T.K,’s neck. “Come on, Carlos, I’ll drive us to the hospital, and you can sit with T.K. to monitor him on the way.”

Carlos nodded, “Okay, I can do that.”

Judd patted T.K. on the back. “Let me know if I can do anything, Cap.”

“Same here,” Paul added glumly.

“Will do. Thanks. I’ll keep you updated. Ready to go, Reyes?”

Carlos nodded. “I’ll take care of your car,” Michelle promised, and Carlos handed her his keys.

“Thank you.” Carlos turned to T.K. who’d started swaying to the music. “T.K., we’re going to the hospital.”

“Why? Who’s hurt?”

“You are,” Carlos explained, pulling T.K. towards to door.

“I feel great.”

“I know, but we have to make sure you’re okay.”

T.K. look confused but nodded. “I don’t care as long as I’m with you.”

Holding T.K.’s arm, Carlos followed Owen through the bar and to his car. He got into the back seat with T.K., and buckled them both in. T.K. couldn’t stay still during the drive. He’d tried getting out of the car while it was still moving—twice— but Carlos had locked his door and kept careful watch on him until they finally arrived to the hospital’s emergency room entrance. Owen dropped them off and then went to park, meeting them in the ER a few minutes later.

As they sat in the hospital waiting room, Owen and Carlos took turns being worried and tending to T.K. Meanwhile, T.K. seemed oblivious to what was happening. He was grinning from ear to ear, and they had trouble getting him to sit down. Carlos knew he was going to feel shitty when he finally crashed, and while he wanted T.K. to go back to being himself, he hated that T.K. probably wouldn’t remember what had happened to him. They waited impatiently, but the emergency room was busy, and the hospital was short staffed, making a long night drag even longer.

The hours passed, and T.K.’s high peaked and began to wear off. Carlos could tell by the way T.K.’s body dropped, quiet and more pliant than ever. By the time a nurse finally called T.K.’s name, T.K. could barely move of his own volition, his body limp against Carlos’. Carlos had to support most of T.K.’s weight and pull him to the examination cubicle. Owen couldn’t hide the rage on his face as he saw the vacant look in T.K.’s sleepy eyes.

When the tests were finally finished, they were told that they’d probably have results within twenty-four hours and that they could go home while they waited. Owen drove them all to his house, urging Carlos to stay over for the night. He assumed T.K. would want him there, and by the way T.K. had latched onto Carlos’ arm, Carlos didn’t have it in him to argue. He didn’t want to let his eyes off T.K. anyways, still feeling a dull throb of anxiety coursing through his body. T.K. being high would be easy compared to what came after.

Carlos tucked a pliable and depressed T.K. into bed, promising him that they’d deal with everything in the morning, but T.K. was too out of it to make sense of Carlos’ words. Maybe it was better he didn’t understand what was happening until he was more conscious.  

T.K. woke up to the sun shining too brightly through the cracks in the blind. It wasn’t even that bright, but there was a nasty knot in T.K.’s stomach, making him feel unable to even flip his body over on the bed. Carlos, who had been sending emails on his laptop, closed the laptop’s lid and turned to T.K. “How are you feeling?” Carlos’ face looked sad, and T.K. tried to figure out why. Why did Carlos seem to think he was sick?

They were in T.K.’s room, he noticed, which was weird because him and Carlos almost always went back to Carlos’ place. He remembered going out, but the night after that was a blur. He tried to search his memory for why they’d chosen to come back to Owen’s house, but his memory was blank.

A hard realization struck him. He hadn’t felt this way since the days when he’d get high. This didn’t feel like oxy, though. He preferred oxy, but he’d tried others, and he couldn’t place what this feeling was, but it was something familiar. A substance had been involved, he was sure of that. “What did I do?” he asked, heart picking up in pace. He had a bad feeling he’d fucked up majorly, and the guilty look on Carlos’ face wasn’t reassuring. T.K. corrected his question. “What did I take?”

Carlos took T.K.’s hand. “You didn’t do anything.”

“I know what a crash feels like, Carlos, and the fact that I don’t remember anything brings me back to days I’d rather forget.” It was ironic that he often didn’t remember the good times. The highs blurred in his mind, all surrounded by a frosty edge, but the crashes after the highs were moments he could never forget. They were the reasons he had to keep getting high to avoid the melancholy that followed a night of fun.

“We think you were drugged.” The words didn’t make sense to T.K., sounding wobbly to his ears.

“What?”

“We think someone slipped something in your mineral water.” He’d process that later. For now, he was going to try to get as much information as he could to piece the night together.

“What did they give me?”

Carlos’ jaw clenched. “We have to wait for the test results to get back, but probably a club drug.” T.K. could tell that Carlos was being careful with his words as to not upset T.K. more. Anxiety was starting to turn into rage.

T.K.’s voice turned angry. “You mean a date rape drug,” he said louder than he’d intended.

Carlos’ voice was soft. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” T.K. cut in bitterly. “You’re not the asshole who did it.”

“I’m still sorry that it happened.” T.K. softened as he saw guilt written all over Carlos’ face. He was blaming himself. T.K. forced himself to sit up and loop his arm around Carlos’.

T.K. closed his eyes, trying to keep himself from breaking down. “What… did I…” he couldn’t even get it out. He opened his eyes to look at Carlos, and he couldn’t help the tear that came out. Carlos brushed it away with his tumb. “Did I do something that I’d regret?” Was something done to me? went unsaid.

Brushing a hand through T.K.’s hair, Carlos sighed. “No, honey, I was with you the whole time you were drugged. He didn’t do anything to you other than drug you.”

“I hate this.”

“I know. It’s awful what he did.” What some guy he didn’t know did to him was not the thing feeding T.K.’s emotions.

“It’s awful what I did to myself,” T.K. corrected.

“You didn’t—” Carlos would be the first to absolve T.K. of his sins.

“Not last night. It used to happen a lot, the blackouts.”

“Oh?” Carlos wasn’t stupid. He surely had an idea where the conversation was going, but T.K. knew he would listen and avoid putting words into T.K.’s mouth. T.K. was grateful for it.

“Back when my substance abuse was at its worse, I was mostly into oxy, and that caused enough problems, but I used other shit as well. I’d drink a lot, but also take other stuff when I was offered it. Club drugs. They make you feel pretty euphoric, at least until the crash, but when they go wrong, they really go wrong. I’d lose control. I’d get so wasted that I’d wake up naked in random guys’ beds, and I wouldn’t remember anything, which fucking sucks, but it was my own fault.”

“If someone hurt you, it’s never your fault,” Carlos couldn’t help but say.

T.K. shook his head. “I felt so stupid, and the wondering what you did the night before, it can really drive you crazy if you let it. You try to piece together the clues like a goddamn detective. You look around the room trying to see where you are. You see how your body feels. You try to find your clothes. You try to figure out who you went home with. You ask the people you were with what happened, but they were probably just as high. But when it comes down to it, there are nights you’ll never get back. You’ll never get an explanation of what happened to you, and that’s terrifying, and it’s so hard to get over what you don’t know. You keep wanting to forget. So, you keep doing the same old things that make your life hell but give you temporary release.”

“Sounds awful,” Carlos agreed. He could barely speak with all the emotions bubbling up in his own chest. He pulled T.K.’s hand to his lips, giving it a kiss. “I can try to answer any questions you may have. Your dad too.”

“My dad.” T.K.’s face fell. “Fuck. I didn’t want to worry my dad.” Another wave of panic hit him. “Who else was there?”

“Us, your dad, Michelle, Paul and Judd and Grace was around somewhere. Mateo and Marjan had already gone home.”

“Damn it. I never had an audience when I was fucked up before.” Well, he had, but they hadn’t been people he cared about. Their opinions hadn’t concerned him. “I can never show my face again.”

“It wasn’t your fault, Ty. They understand that.”

“It’s still humiliating. I relapsed.”

“You didn’t want to be drugged. It wasn’t your choice. It may make it harder to stay sober, but you didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Yes, I did. I wanted it. There’s that part of me that still, and always will, enjoys the high. This is going to ruin all the progress I’ve made.”

“It doesn’t have to. You have lots of people to talk to if you have a hard time. Me, your dad, your team, and your therapist too.” T.K. already wanted something to kick the feelings. Alcohol. Oxy. Ecstasy. He’d take a shit ton of fucking Benadryl if he had any.  

T.K. redirected the conversation. “Who did it?” Not, who did this to me?

“Not too long before you started acting differently, I went to the bathroom, and when I came back, there was a guy hitting on you. You sent him away, but he could’ve spiked your drink while he was there. Other than that, we don’t have any leads. We’ll wait for test results for more information and go from there.”

“Leads? I’m not a case, Carlos.” An uncontrollable, irritable energy had filled T.K., and he hated how snappy it had made him.

“I know. I didn’t mean it like that.”

“I’m just being stupid.” T.K. sighed. “Sorry. I’m such an asshole.”

Carlos gave a small smile. “I think we’ve apologized enough for one morning. I know you’re just trying to process what happened. It takes time.” T.K. almost hated how understanding he was.

“It shouldn’t. It’s not like anyone hurt me. I’m fine.”

“He violated you. He took away your autonomy. Even if it wasn’t the worst-case scenario, you have the right to be upset, Ty.”

“I don’t want to be upset anymore. But I feel like shit and depressed and angry. What if I never feel okay again? What then? What if I go back to being a junkie who can’t stand to be sober?’

“Then, I’ll do whatever I can to help you through it, but this awful thing that happened to you doesn’t have to ruin anything. It will get better. It just takes time.”

“I wish I could skip that time. Blackout and wake up feeling great.”

Carlos kissed his forehead. “But because you can’t do that, we’ll just have to try to have good moments when we find them. You can find things to look forward to, even if you to struggle to find any present good.”

“You think so?”

Carlos nodded. “When I’m having a bad day at work, I always think of getting to see you and it gets me through the day.”

A smile pulled at T.K.’s face. “Who made you so sweet?”

“I think I was born this way, but you sure bring it out of me, Tiger.”

T.K. rolled over so that he was on top of Carlos. “I’ve just thought of something to look forward to,” he whispered in Carlos’ ear. “Do you think you can schedule me in for tonight when I feel human again?”

Carlos clutched onto T.K.’s waist. “Whatever and whenever you want.”

“7 o’clock. Your place, so we can be noisy.” T.K. needed some time to escape the chaos in his brain, to pretend things were different for awhile. “Until then,” T.K.’s voice was soft, “I want to cuddle.”  Because he still felt like his whole world had been flipped on its head, but he was going to try to be okay. Somehow, someway.

Carlos kissed him. “As long as you need.”

[amnachil]

The College Society Chapter 3 Part 8

I’m late but that’s not surprising right ? :,) Here’s part 8 ! Not much kinky stuff for now sorry

Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey Saturday February 16 – Sunday Fabruary 17

"The suit wasn't necessary." laughed Liam. "We are just gonna have diner with them."

The blond lad grunted. He had chose his classiest suit for this stupid event.

"I'm meeting your father and your siblings." he replied. "Of course the suit was necessary. And stop giggle in my ferrari. You're influencing it with all this naivety."

It was a real plague. Everything Liam touched was transformed. Exactly like Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey himself. But I'll stop this. It had made some research. Sometimes, predator would feel the need to be thoughtful with their preys until the fateful moment. As soon as they would have sex, the blond lad would be free from all these weird feelings. But for the moment, they were running towards Mr. Strucker's home.

"You sure love your ferrari." smiled his boyfriend.

"Got it from my dad last year." he explained. "It's precious."

Liam nodded and decided suddenly to turn the radio on.

"Don't..."

Too late, the tape started to play. They heard Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey's name on a loop. Damnit. Tell me it didn't happen. Now he started to blush, embarrassed. And to have a boner, obviously. Such a shame. Fuck it. Liam remained silent, apparently stunned. Eventually, he stopped the tape.

"Well, it was awkward." he laughed "Is it your magic spells to see the future ?"

What the hell are you saying ? Jeez, you're so dumb. Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey did his best to hide his hardenning cock.

"Yeah." he lied. "Let's say that. Anyway, we're arrived at your father's place."

Isaac Strucker was such an asshole. It was obvious, even without a word. When Liam faced him, he smiled but it was so fake. I already hate him. In fact, the Dean's grandson had decided to hate them all. Once I've fucked Liam, I swear you can all go to hell.

"So you're my son's boyfriend." smiled Mr. Strucker. "What's your name ?"

"Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey. And yes, I'm the son of Albert Roger Smith and Laurelia Cassandra Carrey."

Let's make things clear. I hate you, you hate me. You're a bastard. Strangely, the blond lad was more concerned about all this Liam's stuff than the old argument between Isaac and his father. Isaac opened his mouth to say something, but Liam interupted them suddenly.

"And here are Chloe and Luka." he introduced, unaware of what was going on. "You'll see, they're nice."

The girl examined him like a mother. She was athletic, tall and slim. In three year, she'll be a good merchandise. As the little boy he was stup... so cute. Hell no. Please no. Don't think that you fuckin' brain.

"Dami ? Everythin's fine ?" asked Liam.

"It's... it's a mini-you. Look at him baboon. It's so mini-you."

I HATE YOU BRAIN ! Fuck off. Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey lost control. He succumbed to mini-Liam's charm.

At first, the diner went well. Isaac had a cook who served him correct plates. Not as good as mine but I guess we can survive with this. Chloe, Liam and mini-Liam were so happy. They talked, and asked Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey several questions. At start, he had decided to not answer. But he already had troubles to resist to his boyfriend, so when this mini-Liam started to question him too... I can't stand it. Why is my body so weak ? I'm not supposed to be so easily influenced. When the dessert came however, Isaac, who had remained silent until now, imposed himself.

"Liam, I'm glad to see you're enjoying our little reunion." he stated. "Nonetheless, my lawyer told me you tried to corrupt him. Is that true ?"

"What ?!" exclaimed the freshman. "It's not what happened !"

"Don't start to yell young man." demanded his father. "Don't dare be violent in my own home."

"I'm not. I'm just surprised that you..."

"I said calm down !" shouted Mr. Strucker. "You're disrespectful ! Look, I think we need to restrain those urge of violence you got. You need to see a professional as soon as possible. Then I think you will go to a camp or something like that.. I'll pay for everything. This is for your own good."

Liam stood up, but Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey cut him off. Nobody talk to my baboon like this.

"You're sayin' bullshit." he said. "You don't know your son at all. None of your children by the way. Chloe hates this dress you forced her to wear. She's old enough to chose her clothes alone. Besides, you're ignoring her everytime she tried to talk to you. And this... Mini-Liam here, I can tell he's asking for attention since the beginning of this lamentable diner, but you keep ignoring him too. And Liam ? Liam's the nicest, the sweetest man I ever met. He's way more than you know. Don't dare judge him. Plus, he's an adult, you don't have the right to decide for him. Am I clear ?"

What. The. Hell. Did. I. Just. Say ? Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey started to freak out a bit, but only inside. Otherwise, he kept a neutral face and glared at Isaac. Try my patience cocky old coot. Just try it. Mr. Strucker gauged him. This bastard was obviously afraid.

"I think we're done for tonight." he grumbled. "You should both leave. Liam, we're not done talking yet, but it's a family matter. I shouldn't have talk about it now."

The blond lad and his boyfriend did the back trip in silent. It was past midnight, and they didn't know what to say about the diner. Honestly, the blond lad didn't know what took him. Why did he took his boyfriend's defense ? He was lost in his thought, so he didn't talk. As for him, Liam started to feel dozy. He was half-sleeping. And Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey found him cute. Damn these hormones, he was like a teenager again. When they arrived at Liam's flat, this one went straight to his bed after a kiss. His roommate Nick was playing some videogames in the livingroom. Nate let him go to sleep and faced the Dean's grandson.

"It degenerated." he guessed. "Liam asked the unicorn for protection."

This stupid baboon and his unicorns.

"I yelled a bit on his father." admitted Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey. "But if you're worried, you should talk with your bestfriend. You know... talk about everything."

Nate looked at him. He really was sloppy and stinky. It must be a real nightmare to sleep in the same room than him.

"I don't want him to know." he mumbled. "Neither you by the way."

"Look, I get it. I don't know exactly what happened, but it must have been... trying. But dude, we're talking somethin' really, really bad. I could even tell the police and...

"Don't." ordered Nate. "Please don't."

He looked so worried, so stressed. This isn't good at all. Man you need to offload. The Dean's grandson wasn't a moral guy at all. But the bruises, the alcohol, the drugs and sex ? It only led to one thing that even him couldn't accept it. If D.R. hear about this, I'll be in troubles. He was doing that only for Liam.

"Listen man. Maybe you think you can't talk with your bestfriend, Nick or me, it's okay. I get it. But I can put you through to someone who had an experience with this kind of stuff. At the football match next week. Can you come ? At least for Liam ?"

Nate sighed.

"Fine. But I'm not sure someone can have experience with what happened."

Trut me, you don't wanna know. According to D.R. there are more than we could imagine.

Liam Monday February 18

"It's exactly what I was speaking about. Your father have enough confidence to reprimand you in front of your boyfriend. That show his strong behavior."

Liam looked at Ms. Hang, not convinced. She's my shrink, or my father one ?

"Look, I get it, you can't bear him." she continued. "But Da... Dami was there right ?"

"Yeah."

And it was the problem. I got angry again in front of him. Soon, he'll be afraid and he'll leave me. Liam didn't need that at the moment. His boyfriend was his most steady cornerstone for now. (Except maybe the unicorns).

"By the way, I can tell you love this boy. Did you thank him for everything he's doing ?"

The chestnut lad didn't answer. He just realised he didn't. I never thanked Dami. That's terrible. Maybe he hates me. It was a disaster. Each time he had a session with Ms. Hang, he ended more depressed. I'm just realizing how bad I am. I can't help Nate, Nick or my mom, and I'm the worst boyfriend ever.

"You look upset." his shrink observed. "You know, Dami must really love you."

"Are you sure ? Because I feel like I've been a very bad boyfriend."

"He crossed the whole country to help your bestfriend he didn't even know. He stood up against your father, who's a millionaire very powerful. I think there are proof of a real and deep love for you."

Again, Liam didn't answer. Now that she talked about it. It was one of the condition. I asked him to love me, and nobody else. Seems like it worked. But he needed to be as good for Dami. He had an idea. Something which would please his boyfriend.

"The session is over." whispered Ms. Hang. "Again, I don't know if I helped you, but at least I'm glad to see you enjoy my couch."

"Yeah. Don't change anything, it's wonderful. See you next time !"

The young lad headed towards the fitness center of the university. It wasn't doing a regular workout, but sometimes, he just wanted to. According to the unicorns, the best way to fight the forces of evil was to be well-fed and strong. Dami was taking care of the first part, so Liam had to deal with the second. (Honestly, his boyfriend had a real talent). (He was a claivoyant, succubus and a master chef, what next ?). Liam changed and started with some legs exercises when a girl approached him.

"Hi." she smiled. "I'm Amber Kent, the cheerleader captain."

He greeted her politely. She was pretty, slender with some curves. She had blond hair, and brown eyes with some glow. Judging by her makeup, she probably was an elf, or somethin' like that. Liam always feared those creatures, who could charm you easily. He looked around and noticed they weren't alone. At least she can't eat me. (Since Theo tried to devour him, he was wary). (It was sure, the swimteam captain had tried something, and as far as Liam recalled, a fairy sent by the unicorns had saved him).

"Dude, do you copy ?" asked Amber.

He focused back on her, but continued his exercises.

"Sorry. You wanted somethin' ?"

"Well, I'm not a regular of the gym, but when I saw you... My team is looking for a mascot for the match this weekend because our just got the flue. I think you could be perfect. You've such a handsome physic !"

Mascot ? It was an huge responsability. He wasn't sure to be the good person.

"What's the outfit ?" he asked, curious.

"Well it's a red panda, our college animal." she replied. "The football team got one for the match, we have one for our show. Will you do it ?"

"Okay."

He loved red panda so much ! They were like the fairies of panda. Be one was like fulfill a dream.

It was pretty late when he arrived home. With all the lessons, the session with Ms. Hang and his workout, he was totally sleepy. (More than usual). (Imagine he was normally an undead. Now he was a dozy undead).  He wished Nick good night, and then went in his bedroom. Nate was already there (obviously since he never left) but awake.

"Hey buddy." he smiled. "The day was exhausting, I'm going to fall asleep instantly."

(Like always yeah). (He had more trouble to wake up than sleep). His bestfriend  looked him yawn with a sad face.

"I'm having nightmare." he confessed. "Of what happened."

"Nate. You're safe here." assured Liam. "I'm right next to you. The unicorns are under the bed. And Dami said it's fine, since the flat isn't in the dormitories of the campus. It's Nick who decides, and he decided you can stay in the warm here as long as you want."

"I'm sorry."

The short boy had tears in his eyes. He was devastated by somethin', but the chestnut lad didn't know what. I don't like this. I don't want to see him so sad. It was more than the beard, his sloppiness and the fact he wasn't eating well. Nate was like dead inside.

"I'm sorry." he repeated. "I... I don't deserve so much kindness. I don't deserve you after..."

He started to cry his eyes out. Liam took his blanked and wrapped them with it. He clutched his bestfriend softly. (To be honest, he was holding his tears. Blushing, crying, same thing, he was always imitating his close relatives).

"I'll always be there for you Nate, and you know it. We're soulmate, I don't care if you think the opposite. You don't need to talk fo now okay ? Just... just say it with me, we're soulmate."

"We are soulmate." repeated miserably his bestfriend.

For a moment, he just cried. Liam was totally awake now. He had priorities, and sleep wasn't the first one. Eventually, Nate sniffed.

"Thank you blood brother." he mumbled.

(Yeah, they had made a blood pact years ago). (It was nice to see Nate remembered).

"I'll try to get better." he promised. "Damian assured he would introduce me to someone who can help after the match next week."

"Okay, it's nice. I'll be there, even if I have to make the red panda before that."

But still, I wonder what happened that day ? What the forces of evil did to you eh ?

Barbara Wednesday February 20

When she arrived in front of the club were Steve waited her, she fowned with anxiety. Barbara wasn't a partier, she had always been giving priority to her studies. But in time of war, you've to make change. Summer hadn't made any move yet, but she was ploting something. In fact, the blonde girl could guess what it was. Her opponent was trying to get the support of Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey, to get back his favor. Such a pathetic idea. Barbara planned something way better. All she needed was to meet Samuel Bayers. Sadly, Javier had been kinda useless, because he was too scared. So she asked the help of Steve Callagan. Surprisingly, this hunter knew a lot of people, and he managed to give her an entry for this party. It was a private event organized by Samuel's fraternity, and now she was going in. As she had expected, it was noisy and flashy. There were students in a close embrace dancing everywhere. Drinking a lot too, and not light alcohol.

"There you are." hailed Steve. "Our future head of the student."

He was with his girlfriend, and apparently already drunk.

"Hey !" Barbara greeted him. "Nice party. Where's Samuel Bayers ?"

"Girl my god girl you've so much work to do." he laughed. "First, call him Sam. It's better to appear  cool. And don't worry, he's around here, I sent a chick distract him for now."

"Nice." she smiled. "So when I begin ?"

"First, follow Betty. You've to get ready girl."

Steve's girlfriend, a blonde bimbo who looked especially stupid, led her to the restroom. Barbara met there Amber and Linda. Nice. They already are coming when I ask to. Her plan for tonight was quite simple, but she needed their advice before moving into action.

"Nice dress." complimented the cheerleader. "Most of the men like this skin-thight kind."

"About your attitude." explained Ms. Weber. "You've to show off. Men like Sam enjoy confidence. Always laugh when he make a joke. A naive, joyful laugh."

"I know how to hit on a boy girls." Barbara assured. "I expected some more useful advice. I mean, I already had a boyfriend before."

"Probably not a hunter." grinned Linda. "To my humble opinion, he'll see you're unexperimented at the first sigh. And that's a good thing, because he'll think you're easy to get."

"Exactly !" added Amber. "All you have to do is to agree to everything he'll suggest. Drink, dance, sex... A pitiful hunter like him isn't patient. He'll want you tonight."

"But you are sure he'll consider me as his girlfriend afterwards ?" Barbara asked. "I mean, like Summer ? We'll be two officials girlfriends who are not supposed to know eachother ?"

"Yeah. That's how collector hunter like us work." agreed the professor. "But honestly, are you sure steal her first boyfriend is enough to make her fall ?"

The short girl smiled. I'm not a ridiculous thief.

"I want him by my side." she replied. "But I'll not only steal him. Javier identified all her boyfriends. And Sam will beat the shit out of them all. I want her to lose absolutely all her relationships in one go."

Amber laughed. Yeah, you like it right ?

When Steve introduced her to Samuel Bayers, she almost lost her composure. The man was a short and tubby junior, particulary ugly. He had acne, greasy hair, a big and round nose and an heavy beerbelly. Seriously. Is this Summer's first love for real ? Herself wasn't a model but she could do better than this. And the worst ? It appeared Sam had a awful personnality. He was arrogant, self-centered and vulgar. It's not like Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey. He's just a redneck. Barbara had no difficulties to hit on him. They ended in a bedroom for sex. But honestly, she had a really hard time sleeping with him. In comparison with Colton, he was more than pathetic. Her ex was handsome, and a good lay. This lad was nothing. Even worst then Javier. But eventually, she could slip the sentence she had planned the whole night. Even during sex since she was bored.

"Well, for now, I think you're fourth."

"What do you mean ?" he asked curiously.

It'll be easier than I thought. This dude is dumb and greedy.

"Well, I slep with all Summer's boyfriends, and you're fourth over six. Not the best, not the worst."

"Summer's boyfriends ? You mean this bitch is cheating on me with five other guys ?!"

"Yeah."

I can tell you're mad. She smiled genuinely.

"You want to know their names ?"

Of course he wanted.

To be continued

Relationship goals : introduce your boyfriend to your father. That worked well for Liam. Or not. Anyway, he has more important matter at hands. Nate needs his support and he’s ready to give his all.

Damian is ashamed of himself but what is cuter than his boyfriend ? A mini-version of him. That’s is exactly what Lukas is. A small, chubby and smiley Liam 2.0

And Barbara... is still ploting in the shadows. But this time, it’s working. Summer will be in troubles soon, and the petite blonde can’t wait to be the Queen they all deserve.

[rnisa]

How are junkie and roadie when they have a crush on someone?

I’m soooo sorry, these were mad long for no reason!!! Sorry if this isn’t what you wanted.

Junkrat and Roadhog When They’ve Got a Crush 

⭐  NO SPECIFIED PRONOUNS FOR READER ⭐

Junkrat

Junkrat is all smiles, shitty puns, and silly antics up until he realizes that he actually likes this person. Like, likes them likes them. After that he’s a messsssss. 

Legit does a complete 180, if you were cool and chill with this boy before, he’ll suddenly become awkward and clumsy. A little self-conscious.

I’d say that he doesn’t even know he’s whipped, until someone helps and legitimately spells it out for him. 

“Y O U A R E I N L O V E !!!”

Yikes. Soon as he hears that word, he goes into a sort of frenzy. His confident demeanor that he’d had before you is now gone. Suddenly he’s self conscious about his hair, frequently asks everyone else how he smells (the answer usually is, “Not as bad as yesterday.”)

Doesn’t go to Roadhog for help. He can’t go to Roadhog for help! He needs assistance from someone his own age, damnit!

So he goes to Lucio ---

A++ wingman he is, 🅱️less this boy, gives Jamie very wholesome advice like “Y’know just be yourself! ___ obviously likes you now, why you need to change anything?” , “Don’t be so nervous. The worst thing that could happen is ___ doesn’t feel the same, it’s not like they won’t talk to you ever again. Better to ask and say you tried, than go on not knowing what coulda been, right? So go get’em bro!”

...Though Lucio does offer some tips about good cologne and spares a pack of breath mints to keep on hand at all times. Brings up Junkrat’s good qualities and interests, and tries to use that to amp him up, as well as give some date ideas. “Why not take them to see fireworks? They’re basically just fancy explosions!” 

Alright, so he’s done talking to his wingman! Now to talk to his wing woman,

Hana takes him out shopping! “I’m not giving you a makeover!” she giggles. “The point is to find clothes that you’d actually wanna wear! We’re just gonna make you a, uh...cleaner version of you!”

Hana stresses that Junkrat doesn’t need to change, and he shouldn’t, over some crush. Junkrat picks out some new clothes - things he actually likes - and gets just a trim, to chip away at those burnt ends! When it’s all over, he’s still himself, and that’s what’s important. “Stop being so nervous, just like, pretend you don’t even have a crush on them. Just act like everything’s normal - it’s easy peasy!”

If he’s been ignoring you for a while, I’m assuming you’d confront him. When he’s back from his outing, you ask what exactly you did wrong. 

Taking his friends’ advice into account, he apologizes and asks if you’d like to get some boba, since he ran out (he really didn’t)

From here on out, it’s really noticeable that he likes you. He’ll do whatever he can to be close with you; the smallest physical interaction makes his heart flutter. 

Will try to walk on your right side so his real arm is next to you in hopes your hands will accidentally touch. He appreciates how soft your skin is in comparison to his.

Compliments you a lot, but on the weirdest, smallest things. Things you probably don’t even pay attention to.

“Haha! I like when ya laugh so hard that ya can’t breathe. Yer eyes get all funny when they’re scrunched up.”

But really, I’d imagine that having a serious crush for him is easy. He falls in love hard, which makes rejection hard to get over. He goes through different stages: Nervous and uncomfortable , infatuated and confident (fantasizes about life with you as a couple),  and then, perhaps spiraling into a bout of depression and doubt.

Not to get all angsty and sad but I can see him switching on and off, feeling like, “Yeah! O’course ___ likes me too! How could they not?!” to, “I’m out of ____’s league. I can’t. I’m a freak, I ain’t pretty-lookin’, I don’t deserve ____.” and this has to do with me feeling like his act is a facade and he’s got brief moments where he snaps back to reality and sees the world for how grim it can truly be, how truly sad of a state he’s in, and how terrible his hometown came to be. Yikes. 

Luckily, he ‘s got wonderful friends to show him love and support. Even if you reject him, so long as you’re still his friend, he’ll be fine.

Roadhog

It’ll take him a while to develop any sort of romantic feelings for anyone, let alone you. It’s a gradual process, but he can only smile once he’s admitted this to himself.

You wouldn’t know it until he told you though, as he’d make moves that are pretty subtle to you - but a very big deal to him. To you, he’s just his normal self. Junkrat of course can sense something different, but he’s not sure what (new haircut?)

He’s surprisingly comfortable and normal around you! The only difference is his change in mood. He’s happier, and finds himself thinking less on the negative aspects of life now that you’re occupying most of his thoughts.

Steals wins a lot of pachimari for you. Know those $200 gigantic Costco teddy bears? Like, that, but a fuckin’ pachimari. 

You’re special. You’ve confided in him on more than enough occasions. He’s an excellent listener, and could listen to you for hours on end, waiting until he hears it all before giving his input.

You’re understanding of him, you ask him questions and actually get more than a sentence out...and he knows why.

He’s crushing on you, and hooo, boy, does he have it bad. He loves it when you grab his hand and drag him off somewhere, usually to show him something. He knows it’s platonic, but it still feels nice.

He likes you because you’re genuine, you make him feel less alone in the world. Even when you two talk about some real shit, like a bad event going on in the world, things get really deep. You talk, he talks, you pick at eachother’s brains. He loves how you know so much and can hold a stimulating conversation.

Overall, he becomes somewhat...lighter when he’s got a crush. Somehow, you make the world seem less bleak, you’re a beacon of hope, you’ve given him so much joy!

For some reason, I could see him perhaps having a conversation with Ana. Not about you, specifically, but rather him wondering what her thoughts are on love, life, and whether or not someone like him is allowed to know such happiness.

For lack of better phrasing, she’s basically like, “Fuck it, yolo.”

Besides Ana, he doesn’t really talk to this about anyone else. Junkrat wouldn’t be much help, there’s a possibility he could make things worse, like spilling the beans! He wouldn’t do it intentionally, Roadhog knows this, but he’d rather be safe than sorry.

After knowing you for a while, he makes the decision to confess. He’s not sure if you feel the same, but he doesn’t care.

Roadhog approaches the situation like, hey, he’s going to die someday anyways. In the grand scheme of things, nothing matters, so why not tell you how he feels?

Eventually, once he gets to a certain level he will take his mask off for you when he confesses. Not upon request, he’d do so on his own will. He’s understanding that someone who wears a mask all the time could be hard to love (unbeknownst to him, you’ve loved him from the start, regardless) and it’s important to him that you see his eyes. It’s crucial for you to know how serious he is. 

I headcanon that his face is very badly burned, and/or scarred. And that doesn’t make him any less handsome. 

If you reject him, it’s alright. He half-expected it, even after knowing you all this time. He doesn’t mind, he didn’t expect much to come of it. He’s just happy he tried, although once it sets in that this will not be going anywhere, it will hurt and take him a while to move on.

If you accept him and his confession, prepare to be pulled into the biggest hug imaginable. From there, he’ll be a bit shy with things like PDA, but once you’ve been together for a while you two will confidently strut around either holding his hand, or him holding you, entirely. Congrats, you now have the most badass and cuddly boyfriend ever. Nobody’s going to fuck with you and everyone’s going to know you’re together ♥

[phan-of-the-pen]

I Dare You To Stay: Chapter 23

I’ll never forgive myself for what I put this version of Dan through lol

Tags for chapter: angst with your fav duo, some fluff

Words for chapter: ~4.1 k

Fic Summary: Dan Howell is a barista working a shitty job, frequenting his shitty apartment, and living a shitty existence, hiding his asexuality and going for a PHD in self-depreciation and depression. Phil Lester is a part-time intern, part-time employee at a local weather station, trying to get experience in his field and make a name for himself, while juggling a second job at the nearby Tesco’s to give him some financial breathing room. Their paths were never supposed to meet, but what happens when they do anyways, one rainy day in Manchester?

(ao3!)

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"Did any of the stations get back to you yet?"

"No," Phil sighed, his hand still absentmindedly running through Dan's curls, "but it's been a little bit less than a week, so I'm not really surprised. I had just thought that with all of my good recommendations that they would maybe fast-track me or something." Phil let his voice trail off, and Dan didn't try and press the issue. He could tell from Phil's voice that he wasn't upset, and Dan also agreed with him about how it wasn't out of the ordinary for a week or two to pass by without a reply from a potential employer.

Dan was just happy that he wasn't losing Phil to another city quite yet.

"How was work? You smell a lot more like coffee than usual, so I'm gonna guess that you worked a double?" Phil asked, his voice right in Dan's ear.

They were on Phil's couch, their long bodies stretched over the entirety of it. Dan's back was pressed to Phil's chest, Phil's chin resting on Dan's shoulder, and his arms looped loosely around Dan's waist under their blanket. The television was on, but neither of them were really paying it much attention.

Dan had come straight over after work, and Phil had spoiled him with take-out hot and already on the table by the time Dan arrived. It was a gesture that Dan appreciated greatly, especially after how tired and hungry he was after his double shift. After they had finished with the food they had naturally curled up together on the couch, Phil telling Dan all about his last day at the weather station.

"Yeah, one of the school kids got sick and couldn't come in. With Jaime pretty much not working at the coffee shop anymore I've been having to pick up all of the extra stuff. I guess that normally things would be split between me and Steve, but all he has to do is bat his eyes and his uncle will give him a shift off." Dan rolled his eyes. "It's okay though, the coffee shop is never too busy, so it's not like I'm running myself ragged."

"Good. You shouldn't have to be working that much though."

Dan shrugged. "It's not too bad. If anything, I'm making more money than I ever was before. I made enough so far this week already that I got to leave the cafe to eat during my break."

"Wow," Phil said, smiling, "you're really making big bucks, huh?"

"Oh shut it," Dan laughed, nudging Phil with his shoulder, "let me have my small victories."

"Hmm, I'll think about it. No promises. Speaking about the coffee shop though, how's Jaime doing? I haven't really talked to her in awhile."

Dan's happy smile at their banter wilted a little. And even though Phil couldn't see his face to tell, Phil couldn't miss the small but instant changes in Dan's body language.

"No, I haven't really talked to her," Dan said, the words feeling wrong in his mouth, "I'm sure she's fine though," he added quickly. Phil frowned.

"When was the last time you talked to her?"

Dan winced, not even having to calculate it; he knew it from the top of his head.  

"A few days for texting, and it's been over a week since we've called each other."

Phil shifted on the couch so he could see Dan's face properly. Phil's eyes were wide with surprise and concern.

"Are you two okay? Did you guys have a fight?"

"What? No, we didn't. We never fight."

"Then what's going on, Dan? I don't want to like, I don't know, impose, but you guys always talk, at least once a day even if it's just a five minute conversation over text. And it's been that way since what...since you guys became friends?"

Dan's mouth deepened into a larger frown.

"Yeah. We just aren't talking, that's all. I don't need to talk to her, you know." Dan muttered, part of him bristling in defense to the change of topic.

The thing was, Dan did need to talk to Jaime. It was a constant, insatiable urge to be around her and listen to her voice, to welcome her casual touches and let her in his space. Their relationship was one that went deeper than most, and after knowing Jaime for years at this point, her importance to him had only grown. And now, Dan would easily describe her as a need, not a want. And their relationship worked perfectly because Jaime felt the same way.

Or at least, Dan had thought that she had felt the same way.

No, that wasn't it. She had been on the same page as him for so long, maybe she had just discovered that she didn't need to depend on him as much as before.

And Dan could go a few days without talking to her. Hell, he could not see or talk to Jaime for over a year, and then if reunited Dan had a strong feeling that they would pop right back into place as if nothing had ever happened because their relationship didn't depend on constant communication. Their bond with each other was deeper than that.

Was he sad that he hadn't been talking to Jaime? Yeah. Of course. But what really had him staring at his ceiling at night was the nature of this radio silence.

There had been no warning, no "hey, I'm going to be really busy, I'm not going to be able to talk" and they certainly hadn't had a falling out. Sure, responses from the both of them had been slower than normal ever since Jaime had been in London, but it had never been like this.

Dan found himself sometimes wondering if it was something that he had done to push Jaime away, or if she had started to realize that she was better off without him.

That's not the case, damnit, Dan thought, admonishing himself, you know damn well that Jaime loves the hell out of you. ��

Dan finally became aware of the skeptical look that Phil was giving him in response to his "I don't need to talk to Jaime" statement. Dan rolled his eyes and tried to shrug it off, feeling too vulnerable for his comfort zone when talking about his for-once-questionable stance in Jaime's life.

"I don't. I can function without my best friend for a few days, thank you very much."

Except our last conversation—if you could call it that—was her responding to me asking how she was doing three days after I had sent it, and she had completely shut down any attempt I made to get her to talk to me. So maybe you're right, Phil. Maybe she fucking hates me and this is her easing me out of her life.

Besides.

I can't bloody function without her.

"I think we both know that neither of you can function without the other, so I'm going to consider your point mute." Phil said, a slightly playful edge to his smile. "But to be serious, if you two aren't talking then something is obviously up."

"Well, it's not like she's coming to me about it," Dan bit back, none of the bitterness directed towards Phil and all of it at the situation.

"Why don't you talk to her then?"

"Phil, I don't think you get how avoiding people works."

"Are you avoiding her?"

"No," Dan said immediately, the idea of him avoiding Jaime leaving a bad taste in his mouth.

"Then I don't see what the problem is."

"Phil," Dan sighed, "I think that she just doesn't want to talk to me right now. I don't really know why, and I hope it's not because of something I did, but she just doesn't want to talk. She's got a lot on her plate right now and I'm sure she's really busy and super tired. Me trying to butt in probably won't help things."

It was Phil's turn to roll his eyes.

"You aren't butting in, and you've been telling me that she's been busy and tired for how long now? I'm not saying that it's not true or anything, but Dan you at least deserve a little heads up when she's going to be MIA. It's unlike her to act like this anyways."

"It's like I said, she's probably just stressed. It happens."

"Dan, you two literally tell each other everything. She Facetimed you in the shower to show you that mohawk she made with half a bottle of shampoo and her hair. When we found that crescent moon shaped birthmark on your leg the first thing you did was send her a picture. You two literally could not be closer if you tried, so I'm for sure calling b.s. on this one. Text. Her."

Dan smiled at the memory, but the faint grip of rising anxiety started to take it's hold of him.

"I don't want to bother her."

"You won't be."

"How do you know?" Dan asked. There was an unasked emotion hidden in his words, and Phil obviously picked up on it because his gaze softened.

"Jaime is just as attached to you as you are to her. I'm sure that she's feeling the same thing as you right now, and I can be sure because I've known you guys for less than six months and you two are closer than anyone else I know. She loves you so much, Dan, and you're important to her too. And you're much more important than whatever stress she's feeling right now."

Dan chewed at his lip, pondering the words Phil spoke. Phil meanwhile pushed Dan's phone into his idle hands, a meaningful look in his eye.

"Come on, one text. Tell her that you miss her, hope she's doing okay, and that you wanted to catch up with her soon whenever she gets the chance."

"Dan tapped his finger on the case of the phone, mulling it over.

One text can't hurt that much…

"Okay."

Phil beamed, and he settled back on the couch, pulling Dan back into his original position. This time though Phil's body was cocooning Dan's more, and Dan was sure that it was Phil's way of showing silent support.

"My eyes are closed, and I promise I won't look. Let me know if you want me to though."

Dan opened his phone and nodded, knowing that Phil would feel the motion. He pulled up his chat with Jaime and his fingers hovered over the keys.

One text won't hurt.

Dan typed out a message before the doubts could try and stop him and pressed send without thinking about it.

To: my maraschino cherry hey jaime, im just texting to lyk that i  miss you and hope youre doing okay! we havent talked in a while, and i was wondering if you wanted to catch up when you get the chance?

<3

Dan made sure to take his phone off of vibrate and turn up the volume of his ringtone so he wouldn't miss when Jaime texted back. He locked his phone and leaned to his side to deposit it onto the coffee table.

Phil's eyes were still closed, and the sight made Dan smile.

"You can open them now."

Phil cracked open an eyelid, his gaze falling on the dejected phone before moving back to Dan, a question in his eyes.

"Yes, I texted her," Dan said, "I didn't chicken out."

Phil smiled, giving Dan a fond kiss on the cheek with a grin. "I knew you wouldn't. Just wait, you guys will get back into the swing of things, I just know it."

The corners of Dan's lips moved involuntarily at Phil's little remark, and he settled back against Phil's chest. Now that he had done it, Dan was glad that Phil had talked him into texting her, and the thought of Jaime seeing Dan's text and them patching up this weird phase was relieving. Dan's eyes drifted to the cell phone, willing it to ring even though he had just sent it.

Even Jaime doesn't text back that fast. Give it another minute or two, she'll text back.

But Jaime never did. Dan ended up staying for a few more hours, and even once he had found himself back in his own flat and in bed, he had stayed wide awake and restless. Dan couldn't stop tossing and turning, and his quest to get comfortable enough was in vain. It was early in the morning when Dan managed to fall into an unfulfilling, light sleep.

But no matter how many twitter notifications that sent Dan hurtling for his phone, none of them were from Jaime.

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When Dan's phone vibrates he's sprawled out on his couch, a jumbo bag of M&Ms in his hands and a Netflix original on his television. His eyes were glazed over with exhaustion from yet another double shift. On his phone was a reminder to call his boss to talk about how ridiculous all of this extra work was, and how they needed to hire someone else, but that reminder had been collecting digital dust for over a week at this point.

Dan shook out a handful of M&Ms into his palm and then poured them into his mouth. He shifted the bag into his right hand and used his left to fish his phone out from his pocket.

Dan turned on the screen to check the notification and coughed so violently he started to choke.

Tears sprung from the corners of his eyes from how hard he was coughing, but Dan could care less. He was furiously trying to pull up his new text from Jaime, but his fingers were clumsy and slow when compared to his fluttering heartbeat.

Finally getting his breathing back under control, Dan read over the short text.

From: my maraschino cherry can we talk?

Dan read it once, twice, three times, four.

It had been six days since Dan had sent that text to Jaime back in Phil's flat, and Jaime hadn't so much as tweeted.

Confused, anxious at the hidden meanings, yet also elated at having Jaime's attention, Dan typed out a reply as fast as he could.

Part of him was fearful that if he waited too long she would disappear once more.

To: my maraschino cherry yeah totally

From: my maraschino cherry cool. is it okay if i call?

To: my maraschino cherry yeah

He was surprised at the quick responses after being treated with radio silence for so long, but he didn't have time to dwell on it because milliseconds later Dan's phone was ringing, loudly announcing that he had a call from Jaime.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Dan."

Jaime sounded exhausted, but she didn't sound angry or upset like Dan's anxiety had imagined she would. If anything, she sounded almost...detached?

"Is everything okay?

"Yeah, everything's fine. How are you doing?"

She was obviously trying to direct the conversation away from her, but Dan didn't press it.

"Good and bad I guess. Mentally things really are going well because of therapy—which is something that I can't thank you enough for convincing me to do. Work's been a bitch without you though. I've had to do more shifts with Steve then I think I've ever had to in my life, and I've been taking a lot of doubles to cover your times. So like, I'm tired a lot because I'm actually doing things with my time, but I've been making a hell of a lot of money, so it's not all a complete shitshow."

"God, I bet work really has been hellish. Sorry for leaving you to deal with it by yourself, I really had thought that I would have been spending more time in Manchester."

"Don't worry about it, Jaime. You can pay me back with a bunch of signatures for me to sell on ebay when you become a famous actress."

Dan heard Jaime snort, and the small sound made him smile wildly.

"Yeah, sure. How's things between you and Phil?"

"Hmm, really good, but also...kind of weird?"

"Spill."

"I finally took your advice and talked to him about lying to me. It turns out that he got so withdrawn because he was trying to hide the fact that his weather station was going bankrupt and that he was going to lose his job. He didn't tell me because none of the other stations around here would hire him, and he'd have to leave Manchester to continue being a meteorologist. And I mean, that means that he would have to move, and we would turn into a long-distance relationship. Which is fine, I'm totally willing to do it. He just wasn't sure what to do and didn't want to get me stressed over it."

Dan held the phone to his ear with his shoulder so he could use both of his hands to close the bag of M&Ms.

"I understand why he didn't tell me, and we worked past it. He applied to a few stations across England, and we're waiting to hear back from them all. I don't want him to give up on his dreams and passion for meteorology because of me, but I'm just bummed I guess? And kind of anxious too. It's going to be weird not having him here, and trying to manage a long-distance relationship is definitely going to be a learning curve. But I'm willing to. I want to. I don't want to lose him."

He stood up from the couch and started walking to the kitchen to find a rubber band to keep the M&M bag closed.

"So I mean, that's kind of been putting a damper on my mood recently, but we're trying to move past it and ignore it at the same time. And we've been spending a ton of time with each other while he's still here, making the most of our time together and all that. Having to travel all the time to see him is going to suck." Dan wrapped the rubber band around the bag and tossed the candy onto the counter. "We've been going on a lot of dates recently, and it's been really nice to spend so much time with him. Oh! It was also his birthday recently. Like, two weeks ago? Somewhere around there. We went to this cool pizza place where we got to make our own pizzas, and Jaime, god, you would love this place. When you come back to Manchester I've got to take you for lunch or something." Dan flopped back on the couch. "Jaime? You still there?"

"Yeah, I'm still here."

"Good," Dan said, laughing, "I just haven't heard you this quiet in a long time."

"I have my moments. Besides, I like hearing your voice. I miss it."

The unspoken I miss you hung heavy, and it dragged the corners of Dan's mouth down. He couldn't remember a time when he had heard Jaime sound so melancholy and sullen.

"Are you sure you're alright?"

"Yeah. What else is new?"

"Jaime, I know you-"

"Just talk to me, Dan. Please?"

And even though Dan was concerned for his best friend, he relented. Dan talked more about how Phil moving was making Dan feel, and he explained a few of the other dates he and Phil had been on. Dan explained how Jaime didn't have to worry about Mary and that she was fine. He told her all about the little things that she had missed being in London, from Dan's new shows he was watching on Netflix to how the color in Dan's hair was this close to being completely gone.

"And wait, David and I-"

"Who's David?" Jaime asked, breaking her silence.

"I didn't tell you about him yet? I met him at the shop. He had stopped in for a smoothie, and I stopped him because he was wearing an ace ring. We were so surprised to find someone else like us! He gave me his number and we're really good friends, or at least I'd like to think so. Anyways, we went to the movies the other day, and I spilled an entire soda all over my pants in the middle of the movie. Jaime, let me tell you, it was probably one of the most embarrassing experiences of my life." Dan said, laughing at the memory. When he heard nothing on the other side of the line, he could feel his eyebrows drawing together. "Jaime? Did you hear me?"

"Hmm?"

"Did you hear me? About me and David?"

"Oh, yeah. I heard you."

There was something in her voice that hadn't been there before, and it made a part of Dan's chest ache.

She was jealous.

"Jaime, you don't have to worry, you still mean more to me than-"

"Dan," she sighed, "I'm not-”

"But you are! Jaime, I know you!"

"I'm not, Dan. I'm glad you found a new friend and someone else who was ace. Really, I'm happy for you."

"Jaime…"

"Really, Dan."

Dan exhaled deeply, his eyes falling shut for a few seconds. He opened them back up.

"Fine, I won't push it. What's up with you though?"

"Nothing really that important."

"What? Jaime I haven't talked to you in forever, and you're working on this super cool play! There's got to be something new."

"Nothing's really worth mentioning. And Dan...I know it's been a while since we've talked, but you can't really expect me to be around all the time, you know. This play is taking up so much of my time with opening night right around the corner."

Dan fumbled for the right words, confusion and hurt washing over him in waves. Where the hell was this coming from?

"Jaime?" He managed, his voice sounding just as weird as he felt.

"I'm just saying. I know you've been texting me, and I'm sorry I haven't been responding, but I just can't answer all the time, you know?"

"What? No, wait hang on," Dan's hand tightened on the phone in his hand, some of the hurt turning into anger. "I get that you're busy, I really do, I promise. I don't like, expect you to be at my beck and call whenever I want to have a conversation with you, but Jaime you've been ignoring me."

"I haven't been ignoring you."

"I texted you six days ago, Jaime. You're telling me you didn't have half a second to answer me in six whole days? And that was only this time. You've stood me up before."

"Look, like I said, I'm sorry I haven't been that good at responding recently. I've been busy."

"No, I know," Dan pressed his fingers to the bridge of his nose, his eyes squeezing shut, "and it's okay if you don't respond right away. I just...I just would like it if you could maybe try to not wait so long? Like it can just be one word or something, just to let me know you're alive. I keep thinking that I've done something wrong or whatever and that you just don't want to talk to me."

"Just because I haven't been talking to you as much as normally doesn't mean that you've done something wrong, Dan," Jaime breathed, but her words sounded wrong. They sounded annoyed and almost belittling.

"Jaime, what the hell is going on with you?"

"Will you drop that?"

"No! You're not acting even remotely normal, so sorry for worrying about you I guess!"

"You know what, I can't deal with this right now," Jaime muttered. Fear took a hold of Dan instantly and he rushed to try and patch up whatever mistake he had made, desperate to not lose Jaime for who knew how long.

"Jaime, wait-"

The dial tone in his ear cut Dan off, letting him know that she had hung up on him. For a minute Dan sat there, the phone still raised on his ear, his wide eyes boring a hole into the plaster of his wall. Then gravity kicked back in and his arm fell to his side. Dan didn't even notice his phone slip onto the floor.

Dan swallowed thickly, a lump in his throat threatening to choke him. He retraced the whole conversation in his head quickly, desperately searching for where he went wrong. But before he could even try and find his error, tears started to burn at the corners of his eyes and dripped down his cheeks. A strangled sound escaped his throat and he drew his knees up to his chest, hands shaking and breath short.

What did I do?

[scummy-writes]

How about the RFA and their first fight with MC?

(๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و Gotcha! I hope you enjoy em!

Yoosung

- Picking up studying and maintaining his LOLOL life was becoming increasingly difficult each day

-You always tried your best to support him, though! Unfortunately, it was starting to have a few downsides

-Sometimes you’d get roped into playing his game for him during an event, or having to help him study even though you were busy with your own

-Helping him study wasn’t too bad; it was just LOLOL at the most part. You’d never played an MMORPG before him. They looked way too difficult, and your assumptions were right! His guild had helped you, almost babied you at first, with the events. But this one was a big one-time event?

- Of course, you managed to screw it up. You only had a bit of practice as you were busy with your own schedule

-Annnd that is what led to your first argument.

-”What? How could you mess this up? The temple was such a low level!”

-He just wouldn’t stop yelling and fussing at you. Before long the shame ate you up too much, and you just outright started sobbing right there. Becoming a blubbering mess trying to explain that you just weren’t good enough at this game yet.

-As soon as you started crying, Yoosung stopped his yelling. He just stood there at first, in a bit of shock, and then carefully wrapped his arms around you- Fully hugging you tight when you leaned into him.

-He let you cry for a bit, him nearly tearing up as well, as he realized he was being a little too harsh on you. (Good job Yoosung)

-After a good bit, he pulled away so he could look you in the face and apologize. Nothing half-assed either! 

-You too had a long talk, full of hand holding, hugs, and small kisses. He was going to stop pressuring you so much with his game. And, well, he really should take a break on it if it was making the both of you stressed now, instead of just him. The weekends were always there to play!

Zen

- “What do you mean it’s not cute?”

-Zen looked confused at your worried over the drawing in his hand. His fan-letters were nothing new, but the increase in them after you two had started dating publicly were a little concerning.

-Especially with this one showing a high-leveled drawing of him and the fan from the letter. It was truly a great picture! But the fact that they were in a kissing embrace, and that it was sent to him, made you worry about how much these letters were disclosing.

-Especially after a few you had witnessed were shaming you.

- “It’s just something that happens when you get famous! You’ll understand, babe.”

- Instant frown, and Zen realized he maybe shouldn’t call you a pet name at this moment.

- “Can you at least stop shoving it in my face, or would you rather be with the girl in the picture that badly?” Oops.

- Shock was all over his face, and even though you were glaring, you felt immediately disgusted with yourself for being so petty. But, damnit! He started shoving those love letters in your face always!

- Pretty soon, one thing led to another and you guys landed in your first argument. Then everything started coming out- The jealously, the smoking, him kissing other girls on stage. You felt so petty, but in your anger you let everything off of your chest. And so did he.

- After the both of you cooling off for a bit, and you crying, you slowly made your way to the rooftop he was on. You didn’t know if he was cooled off yet, but you called out his name anyway. When he glanced at you, and offered a small smile, you immediately started spilling out apologies. And he did too, hugging you and countering all of your apologies with his own.

-Afterwards, you two calmly discussed some things the both of you were worried/jealous about, and made sure to have healthy discussions about it in the future rather than exploding on each other. 

-(He also promised to have a talk on his blog about the more NFSW letters)

Jaehee

-It was hard to stay mad at her for too long. Both of you were adults! You would even argue she was moreso of an adult than you were.

-But it seemed you were more adult than her in some aspects

-Like the fact she was literally running herself ragged with the coffee shop.

-You could tell her small cold had gotten worse due to how hard she would work and refuse to rest- Or to even close the shop early.

-Add that to the fact she refused to hire teens with no job experience, too worried that they wouldn’t be able to handle it, and you had the both of you exhausted before the shop was even closed.

-Knowing she wouldn’t listen to you much about her health- “I’m fine, I promise.”- You decided to ask Jumin for some help. Just a little- Because he knew her work persona much better than you did.

-After a few bad, horrible, suggestions from Jumin on how to get her to rest, you finally took matters into your own hands

-You hired one of the teens that had been rejected.

-He was great at his interview! Very passionate and already knew a bit of needed info about coffee shops.

-But when Jaehee saw him in a uniform, she took you to the back office for a discussion. 

-”Mc, do you not trust my opinion??”

“I do, but not when it’s biased and makes no sense!”

-Arguments for a long time. So long that the new hire ended up managing the cafe while the two of you bickered, and even though he wasn’t fully trained, he did a great job.

-When Jaehee huffed out of the back office, realizing how much time had passed, and saw how well he did. Well. She did start to feel a bit silly.

-Once the two of you calmed down through-out the day while working, you two walked home and talked the whole time in a much more civil and calm manner. You apologizing for going behind her back, and her apologizing for her stubbornness.

-of course you watched a Zen dvd when the two of you got home ya nerds

Jumin

-The two of you lasted so long without an argument. So long!! But eventually, every couple has one.

-It wasn’t about work, or Elizabeth 3rd, or even you spending his money. In fact, it was about the lack of you spending his money. Even sometimes refusing gifts he bought you because they were so expensive and a bit unnecessary.

-You weren’t used to spending so much money. You grew up sometimes having to rely on neighbors for food, or grandparents. Not spending over 100 on one meal like the two of you did daily.

-Today, you rejected another one of his gifts. You never were harsh about it, just politely saying he didn’t have to and you were fine without it. 

-Slowly, he put the necklace back in the box. “Mc, are you wanting to continue our relationship?”

-You’ve never had your heart nearly rip out of your chest so fast. 

-”What?”

-He went on to explain. He was worried about this since you never accepted his gifts anymore, that he was a bit stressed about it now.

-You tried explaining how you just didn’t like spending money so uselessly, so excessively, but he kept interrupting you saying that money wasn’t an issue.

-”Damnit, Jumin! I’m saying it is an issue! Not all of us like throwing our money like some pompous rich asshole!”

-Well. You didn’t mean that he was an asshole, but he certainly took it that way. And you couldn’t really blame him.

-He just. Left. Picked up Elizabeth 3rd and excused himself to the bedroom to work.

-Oh god did the two of you just break up?

-He stayed in there for hours. You cried, got angry at yourself, cried again. Once you had finally calmed down, you saw Elizabeth 3rd trotting down the hall to join you on the couch.

-Thankful for some outside comfort, you shyly petted her while glancing up at Jumin.

-He looked very stressed and tired, but he sat down beside you anyway.

-Immediately you explained your reasoning in a better way, and he listened. You apologized many times for the indirect insult, trying to explain you weren’t trying to pull a Zen on him, and he stopped you.

-”I..Actually called Zen for a bit of advice.”

-Oh my god.

-After him explaining his side of things as well- His worries of you constantly rejecting his gifts meaning you were rejecting him- and how Zen explained a few things, you two slowly started cuddling on the couch.

-After a long discussion, you decided to learn to accept some expensive gifts, and he learned not to try to buy you something every single day.

Seven

-The two of you were bound to have an argument eventually.

-He was sweet and funny most of the time, but every now and then he’d slip into a very depressed mood. Especially if it was caused by another one of Saeran’s meltdowns.

-He was quick to blame himself for everything, and if you tried to cheer him up he’d actually lash out at you at times.

-Tonight wasn’t that different. It was just a matter of him lashing out and you losing your last straw. After a few bouts of yelling, you announced he could sleep by his damn self if he was going to continue pushing you away.

-The fact that he actually agreed made you even more pissed off.

-Though when you went to the spare bedroom, you ended up crying your eyes out. It really hurt that he kept pushing you away.

-After distracting yourself (Aka, funny videos and talking to Jaehee and Yoosung about the argument), you eventually fell asleep.

-In the morning, however, you woke up to find him cuddled up next to you- Holding you tight to his chest.

-(you nearly hit him because you werent expecting him in the morning)

-After scaring you a bit on accident, he calmly apologized. Trying his best to explain how he didn’t realize how badly his attitude was messing with the relationship, and how sleeping alone helped him notice.

-After a few stubborn hugs, you forgave him, and apologized for having a short temper as well.

-In the future, he always tried his best to never let it escalate to that nature again.

ヾ(｡･ω･)ｼ Feel free to send in some more!

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The College Society Chapter 1 Part 11

Aaaaand here is the last part ! Hope you’ll like it !

Liam Saturday November 18

Why am I feeling obliged to do this ? After all, Judy was his superior, but not his employer. He owned her nothing. But she had this smile... And she insisted. (The more he tried to find excuses, the more he realised everything happened only because he was weak). (But he couldn't admit it... It was better to say Judy enchanted him). (She kinda looked like a fairy). Anyway, because of her, and because he had agreed to arrange a meeting, he was now in front of the hotel where Raphaël's team was spending the weekend. Liam entered in the hall with apprehension. He asked Nick to come with him, but his roommate had "an emergency". (What kind of emergency, he didn't tell, but Liam was suspecting something like a mission from the geek's brotherhood). (It certainly was a real thing, wasn't it ?). I should focus on my reason to be there. The young lad headed towards the reception desk when suddenly, a cold tone made his spine shiver.

"Finally, Liam Strucker deigned come to see his old friend. I expected you at 11 am, but I guess it was too early."

When Raphaël spoke, it was generally hard to know what he really meant. Was he joking, or insulting his conversation partner ? Fortunately, the freshman knew the soccer player since kindergarten or even before. He had learnt how to interpret his friend's words. And right now, he just joked. That's a good point, I guess. He looked at his former captain, and smiled thoughtfully. Nothing changed. He's still the most perfect dude I ever saw. Ginger, Raphaël had gentle traits and sparkling blue eyes. He was built like a model and he was wearing a white shirt and black jeans, like a real business man. As always, I just naturally feel inferior... He's so impressive. Besides being handsome, Raphaël had this frightening aura which gave him autority over his mates.

"How are you doing Liam ?" asked the soccer player. "We talked through phone once in a while but I nice to see you in person. I heard you had issue with your family."

"Yeah... My father decided to come back and steal everything from my mother. But I hope things will get better soon. What about you ? You look exactly the same as the last time as saw you tho."

"It was during a game I did with my team last spring, yeah, I remember."

Raphaël paused. (Liam honestly didn't remember this match). (And he didn't know what to say).

"In those days, you were still in a relationship." whispered the ginger lad. "Which ended kind of badly."

Liam shivered. He knows. They all know. And they certainly all hate me. After all, it had happened because of his cowardice. He had lost his boyfriend. The young lad lowered his head. He had hoped his oldest friend would judge him differently.

"Some things never change." smiled Raphaël. "I still can read your mind as easily as before."

"Sorry. But you know this whole story just..."

"I'm not blaming you." cut him off his friend. "You weren't ready to face these kind of problems and you did what you thought was the best. Look, I'm free for the afternoon and the evening. Lead me wherever you want, and let's talk peacefully. Maybe I can cheer you up a bit, you look depressed."

Raphaël being Raphaël, it was not an application, but more likely an order, so Liam decided to obey. (And he was happy to obey, as long as his friend didn't blame him for these past problems). (Okay, he also was a bit scared by the soccer player). (How could a not even twenty year old boy be that much dreadful and nice at the same time ?)

During the afternoon, they talked about their respectives lives and Liam relaxed a bit. Eventually, he decided to bring Raphaël to Pasta's Place, where Judy was certainly waiting for them. She even gave me a free day in order to see him. According to her own words, she only wanted to meet him and to serve him. (Liam wondered if somewhere, someone was asking for him like this). They entered in the restaurant, and he looked for her. She glanced at them, became as red as a beetroot, and then decided to come closer slowly.

"This restaurant sounds great." whispered ironically Raphaël. "But I thought you weren't eating that much anymore."

Liam wondered how his friend could be aware of absolutely everything. Then, he realised that as a mutant, the ginger lad bound to know everything. Anyways, Judy finally approached them.

"Hi and welcome to Pasta's Place." she greeted. "Name's Judy, and I will take care of you this evening. Please follow me."

She knew by heart this sentence, but seemed way more stressed than usual. She couldn't help herself from looking at Raphaël. This one smiled cheerfully.

"Thanks you. Liam told me he was working with you. He also said you really wanted to meet me so... here I am, and glad."

I did what ? Judy blushed, and glared at the brown lad. (He honestly didn't remember telling his friend those things). (But he wasn't dreamy for all that...)

"Here are your menu. I guess you're both eating ?"

"Yes, of course." replied Raphaël before Liam even realise the question.

Damn. I'm trapped now. Usually, he wouldn't be stressed to eat. After all, Pasta's Place offered some of the best plate he have ever tasted, and it was 8 pm. However, his friend had this mysterious and machiavellian smile meaning he was ploting something. Sadly, it's not like if I have a choice... When the captain is like this... Liam sat in front of his friend, and smiled while watching the menu. To be honest, the young lad didn't know why he watched the menu. I should have know he would do that. Raphaël ordered for them both, and when Liam tried to stop him, only smiled even more. The fact is, he ordered so much food that Judy herself couldn't believe it. Nonetheless, the brown lad knew what his friend planned. I'm not ready for this... Before, in high school, he had been used to eat a lot, sometimes way more than people would judge normal. With Nate and his ex-boyfriend, they had some of their greatest time with food. Liam had loved the stuffing, the feeding. And especially, he worshipped the food. That was why, after his break up, he decided to stop. At first, his will have been weak, but the pain and the anger won, and he had ceased these stuffing sessions. At least until now. Raphaël got two advantages he took benefits from. Firstly, his natural authority worked very effectively on Liam. Secondly, time passed, and the old reasons faded, which meant his belly was recovering his rights slowly. (His belly was like a second brain he censored for almost one year). (He blamed Nick and his bad infuence for everything). Anyway, when the first plate came, the so-called second brain gurgled with enthusiam, and Liam didn't wait before starting to eat.

"I was glad to see you." stated Raphaël joyously.

Liam nodded slowly, too focused on rubbing his distended belly to answer. What happened exactly ? I'm not even sure... When they had started their diner, he had expected his feelings towards food to prevent him from stuffing himself. But against his will, his stomach had taken the control, and had devoured absolutely everything Raphaël had offered. Once he had realised what he had done, the brown lad was completely bloated and full to the brim. Thanks to god, Judy had not seen that, preoccupied by his former teamcaptain, and they had left the restaurant quickly after he had succeeded to get up. Now, Liam was regreting his lack of control.

"You shouldn't be so concerned." assured his friend. "Be honest with yourself, you enjoyed it. You love it Liam, and you shouldn't refrain from doing what you love."

Of course I liked, but that's the problem. It make me feel guilty. It brought bad memories he thought forgotten. And as much as he appreciated the warmth of being stuffed, the pleasure of eating without restriction, he loathed culpability even more. The ginger lad hadn't this kind of problem. His boyfriend Dan was a loveable college's student, making everything possible to please Raphaël. He probably can't understand how is it to be in the dark side... Since they reached the soccer's hotel, this latter smiled and whispered :

"Don't let your past ruin your present Liam. You're worth much more than you think. And yes, it's an order. Until the next time, take care of you please."

Liam nodded slowly. He promised to make an effeort. Then he looked Raphaël leave to join his team.

Rebecca Wednesday November 22

The young girl got lost in her mind. One week ago, she had won a race against Matthew, but strangley, he hadn't taken offense of it. Way more surprising, he had invited her and Emilio to a party tonight. Of course, she feared an evil plan, and had tried to decline, but her boyfriend had agreed before she could answer. Thus, instead of working with Liam, Colton and Nick on the project, she was thinking about the party incoming. Her sophomore teammate was necessarily planning something...

"Rebbie ?" hailed Colton. "We're ordering the pizza for diner. Which one do you want ?"

She looked at her friends. I didn't say I was invited... Nick was holding the phone, waiting for her answer and Liam one's. For almost two hours, they worked on the mathematic project, but she wasn't focused. Which means Colton and Nick did the whole thing alone...

"I'm not eating here." she replied. "I'll join my boyfriend soon."

She noticed the geek's sigh. They weren't speaking much since she never thanked him. Rebecca tried to follow Emilio's advice and to forget her former friend, but strangely, she couldn't. I still feel guilty for my behaviour... Liam eventually ordered a small pizza, and the geek called. She took advatange of it to stood up.

"As we progressed quite well, I need to go. See you soon boys."

She left them, but felt their stares in her back for a long time. Damnit. I definitely need to make everything clear, one day or another.

The party took place in a community center in town. She joined Emilio at his flat, and they went together. She was afraid of Matthew, but oddly, nothing happened. At start, she had stayed with her boyfriend, close enough to feel protected, but soon, she mingled with some girls, including Laura and Chelsea. Because Rebecca wasn't drinking much, she mainly watched people thoughtfully. Theo attracted attention easily. Surrounded by a bunch of drug addict, himself seemed high and was discoursing about something clearly fascinating. Next to him, a chubby asian was playing music. Not that far, Matthew and some guys were playing beerpong, including Emilio. Is he drunk ? Bob warned her : she needed to stay away bad influences in order to continue her improvement...

"Hey Rebbie, do you like the party ?" asked a cheerful voice.

The black girl turned towards Chelsea and smiled.

"Yeah, that's fortifiying after the classes".

The nurse trainee wore a beautiful red dress highlightning her curves. Rather tall, she was athletic but feminine, with a delicate face. Because they trained together for the University's championship, they became friends despite Matthew's attidude towards Rebecca.

"How are things between Emilio and you ?" asked the blonde. "Some rumors said he's a good lay."

What ? The tall girl almost choked on her drink, surprised. She already had private moments with her boyfriend, but nobody talked about it as openly before.

"Maybe I'm a little indiscreet." laughed Chelsea. "My point is : you two are meant to be together. Trust me, I know things about it."

Rebecca nodded, still discomforted. Besides, why am I thinking about Nick ? She wondered what her friend was thinking about her relationship ? Did he approve ? Understanding she was overthinking, she smiled to Chelsea and joined her boyfriend. Everything I need's here. That's all what matter...

Peter Friday November 24 LAST PART

He's uncatachable, it's part of the charm... The lad observed in the vicinity, but Theo wasn't here. He had just finished his private law lesson, and expected to see his lover waiting for him somewhere. Sadly, he wasn't. Feeling depressed, the young lad headed towards the library in order to study. It can't be true... Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey had told bullshit. One week ago, this dickhead had assured the swimteam captain was manipulating Pete. As a proof, he had evoked their last night, almost two weeks ago. But I know he lied. Theo'll come back, sooner or later. He glanced Mike, who was surrounded by books. His roommate had started his revision for the exam, way ealier than the majority of students.

"Hi mate." greeted the blonde freshman while joining him. "How are going those review ?"

The football player looked at him thoughtfully. They never really talked about Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey's speech. Mike knows I'm having an affair with Theo,but said nothing.

"Fine." he eventually answered. "I'm just a little annoyed cus I can't exercise as much as I want while I'm preparing exams."

Pete nodded slowly. To be honest, his roommate used it as a pretext to not train. Since he started to gain weight thoughtlessy, he had become lazier and lazier, and now, he only did sport one time per week or even less. I never intented to turn him into a growing college student, but as long as he don't realise it, I guess it's not a problem...

"So... You and Theo..." mumbled Mike. "For how long are you seeing each other ?"

Pete sighed. He knew this moment would happen. The swimteam captain was kinda popular and well-known in the campus. He decided to be honest, and answered :

"It started at the induction seminar in september. Look, I know what you are thinking : he's in a relationship with Laura, and I'm a fucking bastard who betrayed this lovely girl, but trust me, there's no damage done. She doesn't know about us, and as long as it remain like this, everything's fine."

"I slept with Theo at least ten times in the last few weeks." confessed suddenly Mike. "I didn't even know I was gay, but I had sex with him. However, I guess there is no damage either, right ?"

For the second time in his life, Pete hurtled on the campus like a crazy. He ran towards the pool, and crossed the doors in no time, motivated by a mix of anger, lack of understanding and sadness. He rushed the locker room, where he found Theo and Liam. Fortunately for his broken heart, they were not having sex or whatever. The absent-minded freshman was admiring his swimtrunks, lost in his mind. The captain, in the other hand, looked at the newcomer and smiled. This smile...

"You slept with Mike ?!" yelled Pete. "You cheated on me with my own roommate ?!"

The blonde lad rose in front of the junior, but felt immediatly ridiculous. His lover was way taller and heftier than he had ever been.

"My delicious little kitten, we never said our relationship was exclusive."

His right hand slipped under Pete's shirt and stroked his belly. Stop it. The young lad didn't say it loud. He waited this for too long.

"Your roommate became so cute..." continued Theo. "I couldn't control myself..."

While speaking, he accentuated his caress and came even nearer. Their mouths were so close. The blonde lad didn't find the courage to spurn his lover's advances. I prayed for this. I need him, as much as I can.

"You know I'm uncatachable." whispedered the captain. "You don't possess me. Nobody does. Do you understand ?"

Pete moaned with pleasure. He knew Liam was next to them, now perfectly awake, but a part of him begged for sex. Sadly, Theo stepped back and smiled.

"We made a spectacle of ourselves." he laughed. "You should let us Pete. Trust me, everything's fine. You please me. Mike please me. Nothing's wrong as long as you both please me, right ?"

The lad nodded. An idea grew in his mind. I'll please you even more, you'll see. He left the locker room, entirely reassured. He definitely didn't realise the ascendancy Theo had on him. He had been caught by an hunter without even knowing it.

To be continued in Chapter 2

Here we are... If you have to retain one word, it would be hunter. You’ll see why later uwu

Raphaël is someone important for Liam since they know eachother well... since birth (if someone wonder, they have a one month difference). Nate is Liam’s best friend forever and Raphaël is his childhood friend if that’s clear ?

Rebecca’s part is quite short, but do not worry people, she will have some stuff happening on her own.

As for our dear Pete... It’s time to say goodbye. He became a feedee, which he like... And idk, his feeder is kind of an handsome jerk ? Don’t worry, we’ll see him around again as well as Theo !

The College Society will be on hiatus for a short time in order for me to wrap chapter 2 up ! Liam and his gang will be back soon, I promise ! And a new character will take the third pov !!!