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jojo0039 · 5 months ago

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Fox River - Riots, Drills and the Devil Part 2

Jessica waits as Trish starts to explain.

"I met Paul in college way before I met Hank. And we had a couple classes together. He was really sweet and kind and smart and I fell under his charm." she explains to her.

Jessica gets a look of disgust on her face.

"Oh my god! " she exclaims. "You dated him?" she exclaims with horror.

Trish nods.

"I did. But it didn't last long because he left school and I haven't seen him until recently." Trish informs her.

"If he's threatening you I can talk to him to back off." Trish says making a show of grabbing her phone.

Jessica shakes her head.

"No don't worry about it." she says sitting down and sighing.

"Are you feeling OK? " Trish asks her.

"Are you working on any big cases? You seem really stressed." she says to her already knowing what case her sister is working on.

"Nothing big. I've just been dealing with other things." Jessica says to her.

"What other things?" Trish asks curiously.

Jessica ignores the question and asks her own.

"Has Lincoln ever been up here to talk to you?" Jessica questions out of the blue.

"Why do you ask?" Trish asks angry that her sister still thinks about Lincoln.

"No real reason. I've just been thinking about visiting him and I just wonder if he comes to talk to you." she replies not telling her the real reason.

Before Trish can respond, Jessica's phone rings.

She looks at the ID and sees it is Veronica.

"Donovan." she speaks into the phone.

"Hey, where are you?" Veronica asks into the phone.

"I'm talking to Trish. What's up?" she says standing up and walking to the other side of the room.

"Good. I need to talk to you. Meet me downstairs." Veronica says before hanging up.

Jessica walks back over to Trish.

"I'll be right back. Veronica wants to talk to me about something." she tells her before walking out the door.

She doesn't catch the glare Trish gives her before she pulls out her phone.

Jessica meets Veronica outside in the hall.

"OK so explain that to me again." Jessica says not catching everything the first time.

"Nick is here, and he discovered that the anonymous phone call that said Lincoln was running from the garage in bloody pants was made in Washington DC?" Jessica asks thinking she got everything.

"Yes." Veronica confirms.

"And Nick and I are catching the next flight to DC and going to see if we can find any more traces there." Veronica informs her sister.

"Are you sure you can trust Nick?" Jessica asks not sure if she trusts him.

"OK." Jessica agrees.

"Be careful and keep in contact. If you need me I'll be on the next flight out." she tells her.

Before she makes it back to Trish's office alarms go off.

Jessica gives her a hug before heading back up to Trish's office.

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She knows instantly that it is a lockdown.

She is still in the stairwell.

She hears a commotion and watches as inmates come out of nowhere running down the hall.

She watches as one inmate stops and notices her.

She isn't scared but she backs up anyway.

She backs up into a hard chest.

She turns quickly and comes face to face with Lincoln.

"Jess?" he whispers before seeing T-Bag eye her up.

He grabs her and pulls her behind him protectively.

"Well well." she hears T-Bag say teasingly.

"If it isn't Linc the sink with a rookie CO and a beautiful woman."

She tenses up and slowly moves her hand down to her gun.

"Take those handcuffs off of him now." she commands the CO as Linc turns and holds his hands out.

Jessica just stares ahead and keeps her focus on T-Bag.

Lincoln grabs the keys off of the CO and uncuffs himself.

"Get out of here T-Bag now!" he shouts in a low threatening voice moving back in front of Jessica.

"Oh I get it you found them first I respect that I do." he looks Jessica up and down.

She glares at him and moves closer to Lincoln.

"But I think we can work something out." he says walking closer to them.

"What do you got?" Lincoln asks him knowing he has to find a way to get Jessica safe.

"I can make your last few weeks here very enjoyable. Some Demerol, some X. I can make you forget all about that chair." he bargains.

Lincoln looks at him before shaking his head.

"No deal." he tells him moving so he can reach Jessica if he needs to.

"You know what?" T-Bag shouts at him. "You need to know how to negotiate better." he says moving closer to them.

Jessica jumps when she sees inmates come up the back stairwell but is luckily caged in.

The CO tries to make a run for it but Jessica stops him.

"Where are you going? You're never going to make it." she holds onto him.

"Oh whee. We got a tough one on our hands here."

Jessica looks up and glares at the five inmates who thought they could take them on.

T-Bag notices how Lincoln moves instinctively closer to Jessica.

"See here Sink no blood has to spill. I see the way you're standing in front of this girly here." T-Bag points out licking his lips.

"My best bet is you know her." he gives Jessica a suggestive look.

Lincoln gets mad and wraps the cuff around his knuckles waiting for the fight.

#prison break fanfiction #lincoln burrows fanfiction #jessica donovan #michael scofield #fox river #book 1

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dojae-huh · 5 months ago

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im more a fan of doyoung than of jaehyun so i’ll mostly talk about him.

as for music itself, it’s a really good, cohesive album. it tells a story, it’s not a collection of random songs in random order. to me the stand out tracks are from little wave, dallas love field and lost in california. my least favorite is warmth. i wish the track with taeyeon was a more intense, emotional song. beginning isn’t the best track on the album but it’s a perfect opening and it’s nice to see doyoung’s first official song writing effort get so much love. little light had to grow on me and i think the fanchant helps it a lot. overall, i’m glad doyoung didn’t go the mellow and safe ballad route that many people expected from him. i think youth is a strong first step to building a full fledged artistic identity. i’m still not bored of it, and i listen to it nearly daily.

it was a step away from doyoung’s idol persona towards an indie rock band frontman. i understand why his album isn’t very popular among international kpop fans - they (we?) were never the target audience. as a kpop release it lacked choreography, interesting visuals, cinematic mv. but it was really well received by domestic audience, non-kpop fans.

the most memorable contents were the documentary, dingo live where he did snippets of each song from the album, dingo storytime where he meets the fan. judging by how often i see people on kforums and ktwt say they got into doyoung during his solo era i guess they were effective. it was nothing innovative but there were quite a lot of viral moments - the open air showcase, the complicated fanchant, meeting the fan, lovesome festival, cute interactions with kiss of life girls at a radio show, hanging out with seventeen backstage. i liked the muk2u episode with mark and johnny as well.

i think that rather than showing new sides, doyoung confirmed things i always thought about him. i find his hard work and ambition inspiring. he really craves recognition. he wants his music to touch the hearts of many people. overall, i’m a satisfied customer. i feel like doyoung gained new confidence and improved as a performer and i’m looking forward to his future work. i’d like to see him do some jazz and a dreamy, ethereal sound. maybe have a more interesting mv.

i’m not really into rnb and i didn’t love jh’s lab releases so i didn’t have high expectations that i’d love his solo. and i didn’t. smoke was quite forgettable. my favorite bsides were completely because of the piano and can’t get you. i don’t really have strong opinions about other songs. i haven’t yet had time to check out much of jh’s promo contents but i get the impression that he wanted to show who he is as a person, something he hasn’t really had opportunity to do before. i watched his lmj service and i remember thinking that he’s a really awkward guy, lol. he chose some popular programs to appear on, it will be interesting to see if it’ll result in domestic fandom growth in the long term.

Firstly, I wholeheartedly agree with your last paragraph about Doyoung. For me as well there were no new surprising sides (maybe a reminder about some of his traits I see rarely or tend to forget), rather, the idea of his character I had became sharper, in a better focus.

I also agree that the three song you listed (From little wave, Dallas love field and Lost in california) are, probably, the strongest tracks on the album. Maybe not something new (my friend dismissed LinC as american sound copycat, heh), but with its own bright character that can leave an impression without understanding the lyrics. FLW is not in a genre I like, however, it makes me like it because of a powerful charge it has.

Never expected a ballad album from Doyoung. I really think this idea came from the fans who joined recently.

You know, after reading an overview of LSM's musician/producer/visionary history, it really sinked how musically backwards SK was and continue to be. Yes, k-pop is something bright and fresh for the world, however, in the country itself it is a subgenre that not many people listen to. It's not just that Doyoung deviated from his idol image (hard to digest for old fans), he couldn't go all out with a new sound if he wanted gp to like him. DY Track and the NCT jazz medley for the concert showed he is interested in even more creative things as a musician and a vocalist. I think now that he proved to himself the public approves of his ideas, he will be brave enough to go further towards creating his own distinctive sound.

Could you list which moments and ideas caught the most attention among knetizens? What worked best?

#dochi on the line #ask me away #evanescent foam #a dandy tune

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casspurrjoybell-22 · 1 year ago

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Master - Chapter 60 - Part 2

*Warning Adult Content*

A shiver runs through me at the praise, making me leak between my legs that I spread even wider for Master.

Lincoln's fangs slowly descend while he passes his red eyes over my body, taking in every inch with undeniable interest.

It makes my heart go crazy but I stay as still as I can while I watch Master undress until he's naked like me and crawling over me.

He kisses my skin as he scales me, from my legs to my thighs and stomach, nipples and chest, until his lips finally meet mine again.

We kiss lazily, with our bodies pressed close together so our cocks rub together.

I whine and squirm but Lincoln doesn't give me any more than a little friction.

"Master," I cry, clutching onto his shoulders while I push my hips up. "I want more."

"More?" he asks against my ear in a whisper.

"What do you want, love?"

"Want to touch you," I start but when he sucks on the lobe, I forget how to use my words.

"Touch me, Lincoln. Please. I want to c-cum."

I feel the grin on Master's lips when he pulls back enough to brush our lips together.

"As you wish."

Lincoln sits up and quickly spreads my legs, exposing my naughtiest part that was twitching against my stomach.

My hands jerk up to cover my face but I part them enough to watch in secret.

Master licks his lips and over his fangs before he slowly dips his head down to drag his tongue along my length.

"Lincoln."

My hips try thrust up but Lincoln keeps me down as he sinks low for another drag and then another.

"Ahh. M-Master."

Pleasure jolts through me, making my body flush as my fingers find his hair to hold on.

Lincoln groans as he licks me over and over, each stroke of his tongue bringing me closer and closer to making a mess.

"You taste amazing," Master finishes as he swipes his tongue over my swollen tip. I jerk with a moan and he groans again.

"Precum doesn't taste good but with you..." he licks the tip of me even slower, savouring the taste...

"With you, I can't get enough."

Lincoln wraps his lips around me and sucks and there's nothing in this world that can stop me then.

I cry out as my body releases, drowning me in so much pleasure my eyes cross and the entire world glows golden to me.

I made a lot of messes before but this one felt better.

It takes over every part of me, making me shudder all over while I keep filling Lincoln's mouth.

It felt like it would ever end, it definitely wouldn't if Lincoln kept sucking me so tightly the way he was, groaning approvingly while he swallowed.

"Ma-Master," I stutter out while he sucks me from top to bottom, over and over.

"Nghh. Master, I-I..."

"I asked you for something tonight," Lincoln pants when he pulls off me as nuzzled the inner corner of my thighs.

"Do you remember?"

I meet his eyes but it takes a while for me to understand his words when I was just trying to breathe.

Eventually, I nod because I could almost hear the way Master had asked me to give him everything and not to worry.

"That's all you have to do," he mumbles, moving further down for his lips to brush against my balls.

"Ohh, Master."

"Just enjoy this," he laps at me and I feel every inch of his tongue.

"Let me take care of you, love."

Master does.

He licks me from root to stem until I'm shaking all over, he sucks me until I'm dripping with precum and his saliva and he doesn't stop.

He just keeps loving me.

My toes curl as I push up, filling Master's mouth even more and he lets me.

He lets me thrust up until every inch of my pulsing length is buried in his mouth and all I can feel around me is the wet heat that drives me insane.

"I could do this for a lifetime," he confesses once he frees my sensitive cock.

"But you're so wet... I know what you want."

"Please. Master, please."

It'd been too long and I want nothing more than to have Lincoln inside me.

Trailing his fingers down, Master circles them around my hole, making me twitch when he plays with me, his eyes glued on mine.

"Fuck, you're soaking, love," Lincoln groans, his arousal filling the room so much that I felt dizzy.

"So wet for me... and I haven't even fucked you yet."

"Master," I whine, pushing my hips back so he could push the digits in but he doesn't.

He keeps circling instead, getting his fingers wet.

"Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll give you what you want, what we both want," Lincoln promises while he rubs himself against my leg, letting me feel how hard he is too.

"I'll fuck you until you're dripping with cum. That's what you want, isn't it?"

I nod my head as fast as I can.

"Use your words, love," Master grunts.

I try to find them, I do but I can't with the way Lincoln was looking at me, it just made more slick slip out.

"God, you're filthy," Lincoln slaps my hole making me jump with a squeak but then my hole gets even wetter.

"You like that?"

I nod slowly, my face and ears so hot I feel like I might faint but then Master does it again.

"My filthy boy." Slap.

"My dirty angel." Slap.

I'm cumming before Lincoln even pushes his two fingers inside but when he does, I see stars.

Master keeps my orgasm going forever, pumping his thick fingers in and out of me.

His words keeps circling inside my mind, of being his filthy boy and with his fingers too... it's too much for me not to make a mess all over myself.

"So good for me," Master praises and everything goes fuzzy in the best way.

I make sounds I'd never heard before, the ones that really made me sound like a dirty boy but I can't help it.

Lincoln's fingers were fast and perfect, not letting the pleasure stop for even a second.

He knew how to spread them and twist them, how to fill me until I screamed for him.

It's too much and not enough.

"Mahh-Master," I cry out, pushing my hips down in time to meet his fingers.

"N-Need ano-nghdh."

Lincoln shoves in another wet finger while his other hand finds my cock and strokes.

I arch off the mattress, my wings going wild but he doesn't stop.

"Look at you," he praises with a tone full of so much affection, it makes me even wetter.

"I want to see you cum again, sweetheart."

I whimper while he keeps fingering me, the wet sounds making my ears hot too.

"Come for me, Kalem," Master asks and I do.

Before I even know that I am, blinding pleasure shoots up through me and I'm wetting Master's fingers and my chest with more ropes of cum.

I was covered in it, shaking all over and Lincoln was looking at me like if he'd never seen anything better.

I open my mouth for him and his eyes flare before he offers his fingers so I can clean them.

I keep my eyes on him while I lick them one by one, until I've swallowed my mess down and I'm left sucking on them instead.

"Beautiful," Lincoln whispers before he slowly pulls them free and kisses my lips instead.

"In every form, you are beautiful."

I whimper as I kiss him harder, shivering under him while he stretches me open for him.

I pass my tongue over his fangs, loving the way he falters and moans when I do.

I suck on them until Master's thrusting wildly against me, his cock dripping all over my thighs.

I don't stop until I'm sure that he feels as crazy as I do, until he can't keep himself back a second longer.

Pulling his lips away with a growl, Lincoln's red eyes keep me pinned to the bed while he carefully slides his fingers out of me.

I whimper at the loss until I feel his hips draw close to mine so that his cock could rub against my hole.

I bite my cheek but I still blush anyway with how I was making Master wet.

"It's sexy," Lincoln reminds me as if he could hear my thoughts.

"It lets me see how much you want me."

"I want you always, Master. I want you...more than anything," I promise and his smile turns so soft my insides turn to mush like poof.

"Me too, love," he swears before his gaze flickers with guilt.

"I promise you, love, I will never make you doubt how important you are to me again. Never."

I try to blink back the water from my eyes when they start to fill but they fill so quickly that the tears start pouring out.

But Lincoln knew they were happy tears and not sad ones, just like I knew the ones I'm his eyes were happy too.

"I want you now," I whisper as I reach up to tug him closer until he covers as much of me as he can.

"Please don't make me wait any longer."

Lincoln presses a kiss to my chest, right over the heart that was all his, and slowly he pushes in.

"I know," his hold on me tightens.

"I know,but you can take it, sweetheart."

I whimper as he slides in all the way, making us both shudder from top to bottom.

I feel his run over me, and it makes my soul beam to know I'd given that to my Master.

"Move," I beg.

"Please Lincoln."

I didn't want to wait, even with the pain.

I just wanted to be together like we used to.

I needed it. I needed him.

Lincoln's body tenses over mine as he slowly pulls out before thrusting back in.

Sparks fly in my eyes, making everything glow like it was being covered in all the blissful pleasure Lincoln was giving me.

"Lincoln," I whine, and he thrusts in again, filling me.

"M-Master."

"Oh God, love," he groans as he slides in and out of me, his thick cock spearing me open.

Lincoln thrusts deeper and harder, until he sets into a pace that has me gasping each time his hips slap against mine.

"Ahh. Ngh. Y-Yes."

It was so good, so good that my words were falling apart like the rest of me, turning to shreds while Lincoln tore me apart.

Pushing my hips back so that I'm almost folded in half, Lincoln drives in and hits that special place inside of me that wrecks me completely.

He turns my vision white, allowing bursts of colour each time his cock drove in and hit that spot.

Master fucks me until that pleasure became a flood that I could only take and I take it all happily.

Drool slips past my parted lips and Lincoln dips low to lick my cheek clean.

I moan for him, cry and sob for more and he gives it to me.

Lincoln gives me everything he has, everything I could ever want until I couldn't tell what parts of us were separate.

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citysank · 2 years ago

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@iviaw said:

belt loops . pull my muse closer by their belt loops . (rou!karter)

Acts of Affection––––ACCEPTING

He was busying himself. With this new form he found that the nervous energy he usually had was elevated to a degree that he struggled with, even after all the years he'd spent managing ways to keep himself moving so he didn't get restless. He was a TREASURE HUNTER no more...now he was something else. Even now as they co-habitate ( likely to Linc's preferential dismay ), Karter finds himself beyond restless. Part of him doesn't want to be a bother, while the other feels like MAYBE he should ask for advice. Suffice to say he tries relentlessly to keep himself busy.

HE'D BEGUN to notice there was a sort of DISCOMFORT that came with such a small space. He figured Lincoln had probably gotten this place to house himself, and himself alone, but with the obvious requirement as per Alexandria that Lincoln keep after him ( thanks to their sire bond ), Karter had found himself feeling A STRANGER in this new home. So he'd taken it upon himself to try and MAKE RIGHT some of the things that were perhaps disfunctional. Squeaky and creaky cabinet doors, messed up leaking sinks, the works. He was far from the world's BEST handyman, but he'd been a homeowner, and so he understood that sometimes it was worth it to learn to manage one's own space.

HE HAD MADE a point to try and do these things whenever Lincoln wasn't around so as not to disturb him, but this time amidst the focus he had on what he was doing, he failed to notice when Lincoln had walked in. He'd disappeared a few hours ago ( Karter didn't ask primarily because he didn't want to be a NUISANCE, and he understood better than anyone how cumbersome having someone forced upon you could be. He'd be no such burden if he could help it. ) and had returned whilst Karter had been in the midst of tightening one of the screws on chairs in the small dining nook.

By the time he HAD noticed Lincoln, the rougarou's fingers had SNAKED through his belt loops, and he was being sheparded AWAY from the chair, almost yelping as he was despite the fact that he TECHNICALLY wasn't paying attention in the first place. He turns and Lincoln has him tugged along, Karter's brow furrowing before he speaks.

"Ay–––sorry didn't mean t'fuck with yer stuff. Was jus' tryin' t'be helpful's all."

It sounds stupid, and he feels CHILDISH for even feeling the need to explain himself. He's an autonomous individual, A GROWN MAN. It wasn't as though he TECHNICALLY had to answer to Lincoln. As he's tugged along Lincoln pulls him into a tight embrace, KISS FIRMLY planted on his lips. Karter pauses, almost stunned before melting into it, arms lacing around Lincoln as he hums softly. They stand there solemnly and comfortably for a moment before Lincoln tugs him backward, the two of them tripping and sprawling onto the bed as the kissing continues.

THE EMBRACE BETWEEN THEM continues, kissing, enjoying each other's warmth before Lincoln swaps their positions, Karter pinned to the bed as Lincoln looms over him, SMIRK on his face as Karter smiles softly at him.

"...Well...? M'all yers...an' m'waitin'."

#ʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴀɴʏ ꜱᴛᴇᴘꜱ ᴅɪᴅ ɪᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ? ( ic )#ꜱᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴜɴᴛᴀɪɴ; ʜᴀɴɢɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ ( karter kane )#iviaw

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flipsideds · 7 years ago

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&&. CLEAN SLATES ( aka takin’ a dump ! ) .

#✧･ﾟ: * | binary star sink like the setting sun ! interactions.#✧･ﾟ: * | video killed the radio star ! isms.#✧･ﾟ: * | jukebox hero ! soundtrack.#✧･ﾟ: * | little dark age ! the past.#✧･ﾟ: * | the missing linc ! ooc.#✧･ﾟ: * | it's me & michael ! self paras.#✧･ﾟ: * | in a town without a name ! show excerpts.#✧･ﾟ: * | got stars in his eyes ! reflection.#aka disregard all posts below this one B)

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tiredtriedfailures · 2 years ago

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different surnamed, different styled brothers, adhd vs autism brothers, brains and brawns brothers, linc who is as strong as a gorilla, who will sink your face in and mike who, autism be damned, can work a prison. theyre the Burrows-Scofield brothers.

one of them is tattooed front to back to sleeves and its not the one you would guess. they both walk around with buzzed hair no matter how bad linc's head shape is, commitment to brotherhood.

#i love them #prison break #mypost #lincoln burrows #michael scofield #prbr

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casspurrjoybell-22 · 2 years ago

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Master - Chapter 12b

*Warning: Adult Content*

"I have trouble keeping my hands off sweet things."

“Linc, your home smells like spoof."

"I hate my choice of friends," Master breathes out as he closes his eyes and sighs.

I giggle and look away from Master at the sound of Arias' Master's voice, beaming at him once I see him walking through the hallways with Arias at his side.

I slip off my stool and rush straight to them, crashing into Arias as I squeeze him as tightly as I could.

"Oh. Did you miss me this much little one?" Arias asks with a laugh as he hugs me back, I smile widely into his chest as his familiar scent wraps around me. "I yearned for your company as well."

"Master said I could come and see you again when I got better," I say as we pull apart from our hug, Arias' thin eyebrows pull together as he tilts his head a little.

"Better?" he questions, running a finger around the curve of my ear before looking over me at to our Masters. "What happened to him?"

"To make an unpleasant story short, he made a deal with an incubus," Master fills in making my heart squeeze in my chest at the sound of the sadness in his voice.

"Wenquie mentioned something along those lines when he came to torment us, that little shit," Arias' Master groans, I turn to see him eating my apple slices.

I frown deeply but force myself not to complain.

The food wasn't mine, it was Master's and this was Master's friend who was also a Master.

I was just a slave.

"Ow," Arias' Master shouts, rubbing the spot on his hand which Master hit extra hard making him drop my apples. "What on earth was that for?"

"Don't touch Kalem's food," Master says firmly, making me smile as I lean into Arias' side, trying to hide the way that made me feel special and warm inside.

"I take it the incubus caused you trouble as well."

"Nothing more than a slight annoyance," Arias replies but he was smirking just a little bit.

I look between Arias and his Master, not understanding what was going on.

His Master was getting a little red in his cheeks while Arias looked more amused than I ever saw him look before.

I glance to Master hoping he'd know what was going on but he looked just as confused as I felt inside.

"I don't want to know," Master says rubbing his head a little, "What are you even doing here?"

"Aias wanted to see Kalem," Arias' Master says as he waves a hand at us. "And I've found some information on Diablos' location."

I tighten my hold on Arias at the mention of the name.

Whenever somebody said it, it was because of something bad and trouble always came from it.

I heard of it a few times in the slave house but it never meant anything to me then.

Now I knew that that was the name of the man who wanted to take me away from Master, so I hated that man with all my heart because anyone who wanted me to be away from my Master was wicked and evil.

Master didn't like him either so it was okay for me to never want to meet the bad man, ever.

“He's made no moves on us since the initial attack," Master replies, his voice lower as his face became colder. "But I know he's only working at something behind the curtains, as usual. I'm guessing you've heard as much?"

"Bits and pieces," Arias' Master says as he sinks into the seat I was in before.

He picks up my yellow blanket and looks to Master.

"It's Kalem's," Master says quickly.

"Sure." Arias' Master replies with a snort.

"Master," I say before he could attack his friend, he looks at me as he releases another one of those deep breaths. "Can I show Arias my room please?"

"Of course. You don't have to ask permission, it's your room Kalem." Master says with a smile.

I slip from Arias' arms and rush to give Master a hug, he hugs me back with a gentle chuckle.

I tiptoe to kiss his cheek on both sides before I let go, I grab my bowl of apples and rush back to Arias without looking at Master again.

I'd never done that before and I was too scared to see if that made him angry or happy.

I grab Arias' hand and pull him away from our Masters as I run away, trying to ignore the way my face is heating as my Master's scent swirls around me for a little longer.

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invcntions · 7 months ago

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brown eyes pull briefly closed as he allows the reality of their situation to sink in. for all the times he's treated both kyle and jesse as a joke, he's never doubted the damage the two guys could do without needing to face consequences for their actions. there's something chilling in marci's recollection of the words — and linc curses the way that, for a moment all he wants to do is wrap his arms around her. to promise that it'll be okay. it isn't the time to get into yet another argument with marci, to place either of them in the situation where walls come shooting back up, not when right now she actually needs him. when elias might. to mistake her fear for some form of affection won't do them any of them any good, so he pushes the thought quickly aside. “ they won't be at his. ” he shakes his head quickly, best effort done to ignore the way the unanswered ringtone sounding quietly out from marci's phone has his nails digging indents into his palms. “ we'll try the movies, or the coffee shop. if they're not there, maybe the park — ” he could list off everywhere in this awful town, almost all of it as likely as the next, yet if it took all evening of driving there was no question they'd do it. he sends a quick text to elias as he follows marci in the direction of the truck, request to phone him asap feeling almost useless as he shoves the device back in his pocket before jumping in to start the vehicle. “ i'm sorry, about that night, i should never have — ” kissed her. spent the night with her. pretended someone like marci would end up with someone like him. now they were all paying for it. “ it was a mistake. i'm going to fix it. i promise. ”

SHE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT SHE'S EXPECTING, but hearing lincoln's silent agreement that they are, indeed, in trouble worries marci. and then he's asking about her well – being, and marci's heart skips a beat — it's such a small gesture and yet in that moment it means everything to her. she furiously blinks her tears away and shakes her head. they don't have the time. « he said ... he said he was gonna start doing something about this. about us. that he wanted a clean town. » it doesn't sound half as menacing when the words are spoken by her, but she knows lincoln is all too aware just how they would've sounded uttered by kyle. marci nods because she needs it to be true even when she knows it's not. no one knows kyle and jesse the way she's been unfortunate to, and even though they've kept her out of their darkest corners she's still seen enough to know that this will get ugly — for all of them. even elias. even her koa. « they're not gonna be at koa's, » she's thinking aloud, intuition telling her something's already very wrong as she presses her phone against her ear, begging for koa to pick up, pick up, pick up please. she's already moving, not even checking to see if lincoln is following when she's so set on fixing what she's ruined. she ruined it. she's ruined everything. « would they ... would they be at elias', you think ? » marci can guess the answer. she knows close to nothing about elias' life, but she's seen him flinch and crumble in a way she knows all too well. that sort of pain starts early and, she's guessing, within his own four walls. « fuck. fuck. » she'll never forgive herself if any of them get hurt.

#silkchvffon #* - threads; lincoln #why am i stressed for them

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Why did my heart sink when you have to go pick up Lincoln and come back with him you could hold his hand UGH I didn't read that part and i picked it yo i made Abel upset NO IM SORRY! i literally freaked out ABEL DON'T WORRY YOUR THE ONLY ONE FOR MEEEEEE 😅

You say this as if you’re innocent, but I know how this game works, you only get the option to hold Linc’s hand if you made out with him or slept with him so which did you do 👁️👄👁️

#ask #florasummersblog-blog #mod win

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dreamwritesimagines · 4 years ago

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Twisted 14 - Sinking Deeper [Spencer Reid x Reader]

A.N.: Thank you so much for your wonderful support my loves! Here’s the next chapter, I hope you will like it as well, and please let me know what you think of it! ❤❤ Ily, kisses! ❤❤❤

Ps: Special thanks to Bea for helping me!

Series Masterlist

Warnings: Murder, serial killers, violence, manipulation, mentions of sex, drinking, smoking.

Word Count: 4180

Summary: Not every night is for sleeping.

All things considered, you were sure that you were supposed to be more stressed out than you were right now. The FBI still had nothing on the copycat killer that had sent you flowers, or any of the others that were running wild all over the country. BAU was working nonstop because there was more and more pressure coming from the supervisors and higher ups, and Spencer had told you something about the profile evolving but hadn’t gotten into details.

Not that you would ever ask him to, what you heard was more than enough.

Despite all that, whenever you were with him, you managed to feel almost…peaceful. It was so unfamiliar to you that it had taken you a moment to acknowledge what it was.

Happiness. Pure happiness, enough to get rid of the mind-numbing panic and worries about the future.

Or, as your sister had so eloquently put it, you were so, so screwed.

You took a sip of your mimosa, texting Spencer under the table, barely aware of the conversation taking place but you had to look up when you heard your name being called.

“Would you want to, Y/N?” your mother asked and you frowned.

“Hm?” you asked, your eyes stopping on Lily playing with her dolls by the corner of the huge living room before you looked at Mina and Kenzie, “Sorry, what were we talking about?”

“There’s this opera—“

“Nope,” you shook your head fervently, “No way. It’s Mina’s turn.”

Mina let out a whine, “I hate you so much right now.”

“She has a point,” your mother pointed at Mina, “Your sister was the one who came to the charity ball, you can come to this one.”

Mina heaved a sigh while Kenzie reached out to hold her hand.

“Babe come on, it could be fun.”

“Exactly!” your mother said, “Thank you, Kenzie. Besides, Nolan is coming as well, so we will be two couples there. Y/N, of course if you want you can bring Spencer—“

“I’m not exaggerating when I say I’d rather spend an hour in my serial killer father’s cell with Spencer.”

Your mother rolled her eyes and Mina tilted her head.

“Nolan Yates is coming too?” she asked, pinching the bridge of her nose, “I’m spending a whole night with the boss of my boss?”

“You two should get to know each other!” Your mother said, “Besides, there’s no harm in telling your bosses that you should become a partner already—“

“Mom,” Mina cut her off, “We talked about this. I will earn that position by myself, not because of anyone’s influence. Including yours.”

Your mother sipped her drink, “It’s as if you like struggling, Mina.”

Kenzie looked between them and smiled brightly, trying to diffuse the situation. “I’m actually pretty curious about him,” she said, “Since you’re a couple now, I just need to see what kind of a person he is.”

“There’s nothing to see, babe.” Mina murmured, “The guy looks like he spends millions alone on his beard care and wears bowties to bed.”

“Yeah but bowties are cool,” you grinned and a silence fell upon the table.

“I will get back to you sleeping with my boss’ boss in a minute mom but—“ Mina cleared her throat and turned to you, “I’m sorry, was that a Doctor Who reference?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, “I started watching it because Spencer likes it so much. It’s actually pretty fun, he said we could go to Sonic-Con next year if I want.”

“Comic-Con.” Kenzie corrected you helpfully and Mina blinked a couple of times.

“Jesus Christ.”

“I don’t get it,” Kenzie said, “I told you to watch it with me and you said, and I quote It has like one billion episodes Kenz, I don’t have time for that.”

Mina stole a look at Lily to make sure she couldn’t hear you before she turned to Kenzie, “Yeah, the difference is that you weren’t dicking her down.”

“Nobody is dicking me down!” you whispered, and your mother gasped, putting her mimosa glass down.

“Girls, not at the breakfast table!” she insisted, “Not that this kind of language is acceptable anywhere…”

“Yeah Mina, leave her alone,” Kenzie said, “I think it’s sweet.”

“What’s next? You will want to get a doctorate as well because he likes them so much?”

“That wouldn’t be so bad,” your mother mused out loud, “Y/N, I know the lovely dean of—“

“No!” you pointed at them, “No to both of you. And thank you Kenzie.”

Before your mother could say anything, Lily ran to you to climb into your lap.

“Hi there bug.”

“Can we play after brunch?” she looked up at you, making you smile at her before you pinched her chubby cheek, making her giggle.

“Of course,” you said, “Dibs on green unicorn.”

“I like pink better,” she nicked a piece of cheese from your plate, “Are you talking about your prince?”

Mina smiled into her glass, “Something like that sweetheart.”

“Lily, why don’t you ask auntie what you asked me the other day?” Kenzie told her and Lily nodded fervently.

“Can I wear pink on your wedding?”

“Whoa-“ you cleared your throat, “Lily, baby, there’s no wedding.”

Kenzie and your mother grinned at each other and turned to you and Lily but she looked as if she was confused.

“But if he’s your prince…” she trailed off and Kenzie cleared her throat.

“I would like to come up with a tamer version of that question,” she said, “When do we get to meet him?”

“Mom and Mina already have,” you said but your mother shook her head.

“That doesn’t count.”

“Because you treated him like you were going to hire him?”

“Oh you did the same to him as well?” Kenzie asked your mother, “I thought Mina would have a heart attack when you did that to me.”

“I honestly thought you would break up with me after that.”

You fixed the huge bow on top of Lily’s hair while she sat still in your lap, listening to the conversation.

“How about dinner?” your mother said, “It’d help us to get to know him better.”

“Nope,” you shook your head, “It’s too early.”

“Oh come on Y/N!”

“I will introduce him to you guys when I’m sure you can behave.”

“He has spent hours with dad, you do realize that?” Mina asked with a small laugh, “You think he behaves? The guy is a—“

“Mina.” Kenzie nodded at Lily and Mina stopped herself immediately but Lily had already heard it.

“I thought your dad was a bad man, mommy.”

“He is, baby,” she nodded, “That’s why he’s far away, remember?”

“Then why is auntie Y/N’s prince talking to him?”

“Because he catches bad people, bug.”

Lily gasped and looked up at you, her eyes shining with excitement, “Like a superhero?!”

“Mm hm, like a superhero,” you grinned at her and she fidgeted in your lap.

“When will I meet him?”

“Yeah Y/N, when will we meet him?” Kenzie batted her lashes and you pointed at her.

“That’s evil, you know that right?” you asked, ignoring Mina’s laughter, “Low blow.”

***

Towards the evening, right before it was time to meet Spencer he had texted you, saying that they would be doing overtime at work. You were bummed, but you still texted back to tell him it was alright, that you would be going home and he could drop by whenever he was done.

After having dinner, you went to the couch with a bottle of wine and turned your laptop on to take a look at the files your assistant had sent you. Campbell wedding was almost done, Vincent had sent you a couple of new ideas to add into the theme, and you had to email back two pastry shops to confirm the wedding cake orders.

You were so lost in work that you had barely realized downing the half of the bottle and it was only when your phone started buzzing on the coffee table that you looked away from the screen of the laptop.

“Hi Lincoln,” you answered the phone, still typing your replies to your assistant and he took a deep breath.

“Hey,” he said, “Are you watching it?”

“Watching what?”

“TV. They’re talking about the copycat killers.”

“What?” you grabbed the remote to turn on the TV and of course, the first TV channel you found was already covering the story.

“The FBI has confirmed that the body that was found dead earlier today belonged to one of the copycat killers that has been—“

“What the fuck?” you murmured, keeping your eyes on the screen and he cleared his throat.

“Yeah,” he said, “I know it’s creepy but I mean…I don’t know, isn’t that a good thing?”

“Someone killed one of the copycat killers?” you asked, “That makes no sense at all.”

“Do you think it’s the same one?” he asked, “From the charity ball?”

“I don’t know,” you muttered, “Jesus Christ.”

“Are you okay?” he asked, “I didn’t know if I should call, but…”

“No no, I’m glad you did.” You muted the TV, then filled your glass again, “What’re you doing?”

“Just leaving work,” he said and you raised your brows.

“Linc, it’s eleven p.m.”

“I had to attend a meeting overseas.”

“Workaholic.”

“I prefer the term hard working,” he chuckled, “How about you? You weren’t sleeping, right?”

“Nah, I was waiting for my boyfriend,” you said, making him pause for a moment, “And checking client files. And drinking.”

“You’re lucky you can deal with your job while drinking, these sharks would pounce on me if they ever saw me like that.”

You took a look at the TV and typed in the copycat killer’s name into the search bar, sipping your wine.

“You’re being safe, right?” he asked you, “I haven’t heard from you for like a week or so, you’re alright?”

You pressed your lips together, trying to decide whether to tell him about the flowers or not, but in the end you decided not to.

“Family drama,” you said, “I’ve been running everywhere, and what with work and everything…Sorry about that.”

“Don’t be silly,” he chuckled, “Just wanted to make sure you were alright, that’s all.”

“I’m alright—“ you started but then looked over your shoulder when you heard the doorbell ring, “Gotta go. I’ll call you tomorrow?”

“Sure thing, see you,” he said and hung up, so you jumped over the couch to rush to the door before you opened it to see Spencer standing there.

“Hey,” you smiled at him, standing on your tiptoes to kiss him, “Long day?”

He nodded silently and wrapped his arms around you, pressing you closer to inhale your scent.

“Hi,” he muttered into your hair, “Yeah. Long day.”

“I have wine?” you said as you pulled back, and closed the door after he stepped in, “I also have a bathtub even you could lose yourself in.”

“It’s fine, don’t worry,” he said and hesitated for a moment, “On second thought, do you have coffee?”

“Are you sure you want to drink coffee at eleven at night?”

“I still have some reports to go over,” he said, stepping into the living room while you put the coffee on and his eyes stopped on the huge screen that was still giving details about the copycat killer.

“You saw that huh?”

“Mm hm,” you watched him as he dropped his satchel and you went to sit down next to him on the couch. “I was checking the other news. That’s why you had to work overtime?”

He rubbed at his eyes and ran a hand through his fluffy hair as if it would help, “We thought the profile was changing but this whole thing just proves someone is trying to keep it stable.”

You pulled your brows together, “What?”

“The victimology didn’t match with the last two victims, and now one of the copycats ended up dead, probably the one who went rogue.”

“How did it not match?” you blinked a couple of times, “They all left a flower in the crime scene, no?”

“Well yeah, but the rest—“ he stopped for a moment, staring at you, “You never actually checked his victimology?”

“I never watched any of those interviews he gave after he was imprisoned, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Yeah, and those interviews are the reason why we still don’t have a specific suspect because everyone knows everything about him, and most of your family life,” he heaved a sigh, “But you know what his victims had in common?”

“They all bled out while he watched,” you crossed your arms, leaning back to the arm of the couch, “I know that. He liked watching that.”

“Your father never killed anyone outside his social circle,” he reminded you, “They were all wealthy and overly successful people, remember? That’s why it took FBI so long to find him, because the previous profile was wrong. They thought it was someone who didn’t have access to the same resources, the same wealth and status, and it was for revenge.”

“Yeah but Spencer, he killed those people because he is evil.”

“He killed those people because in his mind, he was creating this…perfect business environment. Most of the people who got murdered were either failing business people or people who failed to meet his expectations. He was very successful, he expected the same from everyone. That’s his victimology. The flowers on the crime scene, they were just his signature. Well, his signature and his small offering to you.”

You thought for a moment, then went to the kitchen to pour him a cup of coffee before walking back to the couch.

“I still think this is a bad idea professor,” you muttered as you gave him the cup and he smiled at you, then took a sip while you lit up a cigarette.

“So then,” you crossed your legs, “His victims were the cream of society and that means something? Other than the fact that he was a psychopath?”

“That means a lot of things,” he said, “So far, most of the victims had a higher status in society, it means that the copycats actually wanted to continue his legacy from where he left off. Maybe not the people who disappointed them per se, but until these last two victims, they all had higher financial status, either family money or with their own successful companies but last month, someone first killed a bartender and then a social worker. The only thing that told us it was remotely connected was the flower in the crime scene.”

“That’s why the profile was changing,” you muttered to yourself, “Okay. Is that normal?”

“No, not at all,” he shook his head, “It’s very unfamiliar. It did prove our multiple copycat killers theory but other than that, it was going to make things incredibly harder until…” he nodded at the TV and you pulled your brows together.

“Hold on,” you sat up straighter, your mind working nonstop, “Multiple copycats who are trying to continue that monster’s legacy, and one happens to taint that legacy by going rogue…”

“And he gets killed,” he finished your sentence for you, “Exactly.”

“It was one of the copycats who killed him?”

“That’s my theory.”

“So they’re not actually working together then?” you asked, exhaling the smoke, “Or- or- wait, you said there could be one copycat that was controlling the others, maybe they did it?”

Spencer took a sip of his coffee, “It could also mean that the leader wouldn’t want to take chances like this again,” he said, “Someone tainted the legacy, he might begin to believe he cannot trust anyone with that again.”

You let out a breath, stubbing the cigarette, “What does that mean then? For…all of this?”

“It means that someone cares so much about your father’s legacy that they’re ready to kill anyone and everyone over it, even their partners,” he said, “It also means that their whole operation is starting to crack. It’s only a matter of time someone makes a mistake and ends up getting caught.”

You massaged your temples, “Well, at least one of us can see the light at the end of this psycho murder tunnel.”

“You can’t?”

You shrugged your shoulders, “It feels like it won’t stop,” you croaked out, “It’s like… It’s like I can’t wake up without dread filling me. It’s always there, at some corner of my mind. The more I think about it, the more I feel like—“ you stopped yourself and Spencer frowned, putting his coffee down.

“What?”

“You don’t want to hear that, trust me.”

“Try me.”

“The more I feel like it will go on until the day I die.”

“It’s impossible for this case to take that long, Y/N—“

“I didn’t say it’d take long,” you took a sip of your wine and heaved a sigh before you looked up at him, the expression on his face almost hurting your heart physically, “Told you that you didn’t want to hear it.”

“Don’t say that.”

You forced a small laugh and got up from the couch, suddenly restless.

“You said it yourself,” you said, pacing in the living room, “His victimology. He went after the people who disappointed him, right? Can you guess who’s disappointing him right now by not turning into the monster that he is?”

“That’s not what I—“ he shook his head fervently and stood up from the couch as well, “No. No way. It’s his victimology, but none of the psychiatric evaluations or anything on his file, including the list of his victims suggest that he would go after his family. There was a reason why he never tried to hurt you or Mina or your mother even back then—“

“No I’m sure they’re safe,” you said, “But Mina didn’t get flowers, professor. I have.”

“If our theory of him being in contact with the copycat is right, it means that your father is involved as well—hey,” he stopped you from pacing, reaching out to hold your hands in his, “Listen to me. Whoever it is, they will never, ever touch you. I’ll make sure of that.”

A painful smile pulled at your lips, “Spencer, that’s not your responsibility.”

“It is.”

“FBI can’t—“

“I’m not talking about the FBI, I’m talking about me.”

You took a shaky breath and wrapped your arms around his middle, burying your face into his chest as you swayed slightly.

“Is it okay if we stay like this for a moment?” you muttered, shifting your weight from one foot to another “I don’t— I can’t sit still, I don’t know why.”

“Do you want to hear the reason why?” he ran his fingertips over your spine up and down, as if trying to soothe you and you nodded.

“Yes please.”

“You feel threatened, so your brain is trying to understand where the danger is coming from. It’s telling you to either stand or run away, so it’s pumping adrenaline into your system. We call that nervous energy.”

“That could be my stripper name,” you mumbled, making a chuckle vibrate deeply in his chest, “Tell me more.”

“The nervous energy happens when you’re under stress,” he said, “Our primitive brain is used to physical threats and it created this system in order to protect us. The threat you’re afraid of is not here, not physical, but your brain is still sending that energy to your limbs so that you can attack that physical threat, or run away to somewhere safe. It’s all a part of your defense mechanism.”

You hmmed into his chest, still holding him tight as if someone would take him away from you before you sniffled and pulled back to look up at him.

“You know, I think I got something you can’t explain with science.”

He raised his brows, “Debatable.”

“Do you want to bet? If I win, you’ll tell me what you planned for the next date.”

“What if I win?”

You wiped at your nose, “Tell me your price, professor.”

“There’s this conference on smoking and its effects on health next week, if I win you will attend that with me.”

“That’s a very indirect way to say that you hate my smoking.”

“I mean, it’s better if you see the effects in that conference, I think it’ll be good for you. It has five sessions, so it’s around….7 hours, including breaks.”

You blinked a couple of times, then nodded. “7 hours? That’s— okay. Yeah, I’m sure— I’m sure it’ll be fun.”

A smile pulled at his lips, “Okay,” he said, “What is it?”

“It’s just,” you nibbled on your lip, trying to find the right words, “I was thinking and I realized something. I— I think it’s instinctual somehow, you can’t really explain it with science but when you’re here…” you paused, “With me, I mean, this whole panic dissolves. I feel safe, and it’s so unfamiliar that I don’t—“ you let out a small laugh, “I don’t know how to deal with that. I normally don’t feel safe, ever.”

A small smile pulled at his lips and he tilted his head, his warm gaze focused on you. You scrunched up your nose.

“Don’t tell me science can explain that.”

“Oxytocin.”

“God damn it!” you exclaimed, making him laugh, “Oxytocin?”

“Yeah, oxytocin. It’s a hormone that ensures that you trust people along with everything else. Basically, your brain— when you’re attracted to someone, your brain releases dopamine, so your serotonin levels rise and it produces oxytocin. It’s a big part of romantic attachment, it’s released during sex as well.”

You arched a brow, a small smirk flashing over your face and he pressed his lips together, a look of mischief appearing on his face.

“It strengthens fidelity as well,” he explained, “Seeing your partner as more attractive than others, and preferring to interact more with your partner than strangers.”

You clicked your tongue, “7 hours of conference, here we come.”

“It’ll be fun, I heard they’re bringing a real lung.”

“Can’t wait,” you muttered and entwined your fingers with his, “Well for what it’s worth professor, I have a lot of oxytocin for you.”

He cleared his throat, “Scientifically, one of the most important aspects of it is reproduction, in females it triggers labor and in males it moves sperm so having a lot of oxytocin can be—“

“Spencer, I’m trying to talk dirty in a scientific way!” you groaned, a fire spreading over your face because of embarrassment and you took a step to walk away from him but he grabbed your hand to turn you around and tug you closer to him, making you let out a whine.

“I feel like an idiot,” you murmured and he shook his head fervently,

“No, of course not,” he said, pushing your hair behind your ear, “Hey. I don’t know anything about weddings. So we complete each other if you ask me.”

You scoffed a laugh and looked up at him, your brows furrowed together, “You really think that?”

He nodded and you heaved a sigh.

“Okay.”

“And…for your information,” he swallowed thickly, “I have a lot of oxytocin for you too.”

A giggle you couldn’t stop escaped from you as he leaned in to capture your lips in a kiss, making your stomach do a pleasant flip. You wrapped your arms around his neck, your lungs full of his scent, making you dizzy.

“They’ll take away your doctorates for that joke, professor,” you breathed out as he pulled back, resting his forehead on yours while you raked your nails over the back of his neck gently.

“Worth it,” he murmured to your lips, leaning in to kiss you again, this time pressing you closer to his body and your heart started beating in your throat, a whine climbing up to your throat, desire filling your system faster than any other drug.

“Would you like to stay the night?” you whispered, and his eyes shot up to yours, both of you aware what you were really asking. He looked almost hypnotized by the sight of you in his arms and he blinked a couple of times, as if trying to focus before he nodded.

“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice hoarse and you took a shaky breath.

“Yeah,” you managed to say, your whole being consumed by this moment. “Yeah, I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

You could swear he could hear your heartbeat echoing through the room,

“No scientific explanation this time, professor?” you whispered against his lips and his fingers caressed the sensitive skin of your neck, sending a pleasant shiver from there to your whole body.

“No,” he murmured, leaning in to brush his lips against yours, “Not this time. Not for the lady who imparadises my mind.”

The lady who imparadises my mind.

That was how Dante described Beatrice in Paradise.

You stood on your tiptoes to pull him into a kiss, then tugged at his hand to lead him into your bedroom.

Chapter 15

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@cceruleans - lincoln setting: plot drop | timed after thread with jack & janelle xoxox

The thick scent of blood clung to her, a vapid mess of her own and god knows how many others. Such a shift in the air hadn’t gone entirely unnoticed by Jack, the sinking feeling at the mere blink it took for the effigy to disappear was more than enough, but not even she could outrun the wrath such a Goddess. It’d struck deep, and before the bodies that barely satisfied such a vicious hunger even hit the ground, all thought and distinct care she might have otherwise taken, was gone. White hot, the pain shot up through her side, burning against the bloodlust that had yet to stave itself off. Everything turned, twisted and ached and even the short flutter of her eyelids couldn’t dim the blur in her vision as she stumbled through the small break of trees, the glow of the lighthouse casting a near eerie fog across the ground.

She’d felt a lot of things in her lifetime, a plethora of confusing moments that never quite seemed to add up in the long run, but now as she paused as certain features pieced themselves together. One hand remained pinned to her side, the heated blood which pooled beneath her hand no longer ran red, shifting in hue to something far darker as the other reached upwards, her palm settling against the rigid jawline of a man she’d murdered long ago. “You’re dead,” she managed, the harsh tone she held onto barely caving to her confusion. “Linc..” Her thumb shifted across his cheek momentarily, and then her hand fell away. A rustle of laughter bubbling up between her lips as she accepted what she knew to be a hallucination swelling in her conscious mind. Fucking werewolves.

#* lincoln #* jack

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It was always nerve-wracking to have someone survey your apartment. Phoebe didn’t know if it was due to the shame she carried from her roots in Weaver Ridge. Her and mom were cramped in a tiny two-bed apartment, often with stains on the ceiling tiles, and a few mold breakouts in the bathroom. Lisa did try — to an extent — to make it homey. Buying the generic art pieces in Walmart, and having splashes of bright color to lighten up the dimness of their otherwise lifeless living room, though it somehow made it worse when flooded by the light of the neon sign of the Gulp ‘n’ Go gas station across the way that the cheap, thin curtains could never block out.

Still, when Phoebe was given the keys to this place, she did everything she could to make it look like a Pinterest girl’s wet dream. That said, she was slightly nervous as Tefi’s eyes roamed over the space, keeping herself busy by taking the stuff she brought for the night. “Damn, that’s like…a relic now, surely? Must be worth a pretty penny on eBay...” She joked of the board game, glancing down at it to see if she could spot young Chris Evans on the box. “If only they made one where Harry Styles is on the other side of the door, but I think Foster has made peace with the fact there's no contest between the two of them.” She joked, watching Tefi with interest as she showcased her collection.

“Twilight is like, literally one of my favorite movies ever!” She shared brightly, nodding along to the other options, a bubble of excitement rising in her. Phoebe never got to have many actual girl’s nights in. Linc and Seb never really wanted to play along, and she tried with Aileen though the awkwardness with her and Dahlia always seemed to hang over their heads, making the experience less than enjoyable for all involved. She had college girlfriends, of course, but in college you wanted to act older than your age, so it was more girl’s gone wild than the chill, cozy vibes she was looking for.

And it was nice that she met Tefi, who just wanted the same.

“Personal favorite, huh? I read the book in college but I’ve never seen the movie. We should start with that one, maybe?” Movies were a great way to get to know someone, Phoebe thought. Both her and Foster had begun sharing their various preferences during their ritual of having a night-in with takeout food, cuddling on the couch. However, it had quickly developed into a competition of sorts: who’s film captured their attention fully, and whose ended up with them abandoning it to make out instead? All Phoebe would say on the matter was that there was definitely some sabotage going on with the choices of movies provided by one half of the couple.

“Chill definitely works.” She promised her, gesturing to the other woman to follow her into the kitchen, to grab the wine and glasses. This area of the apartment was definitely more under Foster’s influence; various kitchen items she’d never even heard of before she met him sat in drawers and in cupboards, recipe books he brought over when teaching her how to cook still placed on a pile on the dining table, his little ash-tray on the windowsill, where he’d stand over the sink on a night to smoke. “To a fabulous girl’s night!” She exclaimed as she handed Tefi her glass, raising her own as she toasted to their evening together.

estefania crystal betancourt was pulling off the heist of the century! the moment the door opened to phoebe’s smiling face, she was taking stock of her apartment. tefi had a critical eye for fashion and décor—though her taste was considered eclectic by people who didn’t understand her affinity for all things mid-century modern—but there was a secondary reason for her appraisal. she had been intensely curious about what phoebe’s interior life looked like, and just exactly how much foster was involved in it. blatantly looking around, it seemed the influence of her estranged husband was regulated to various accouterments strewn about the living room—a hoodie discarded there, a pair of shoes here, a picture on the shelf. much different than the shitty philly apartment she had shared with foster ten years ago, barely indistinguishable from a trap house and bordering on being condemned by the city. her own style was still developing then, but no rainbow curtain beeds or groovy velvet couch would distract from the peeling wallpaper or rusted faucets. she felt a stab of latent jealousy. phoebe and foster got to share a cute apartment with fairy lights and fluffy throw blankets? it hardly seemed fair.

other than a few pieces that were undoubtedly foster’s, it was obvious it was a girl’s apartment, and that made tefi feel a little safer. she could be a girl’s girl. she could be the fun one; the one that was always up for a night at the club or to go to a concert of a band she’d never even heard of before; the one that was adept at cheering anyone up with a ‘men ain’t shit’ gossip session over margaritas or aide in a bit of retail therapy to mend a broken heart, but no one ever seemed to want to do the same for her. tefi spent hours listening to her friends cry about their boyfriend cheating on them, or not being cast in some reality show, but her friends seemed to disappear into thin air whenever tefi had a moment of doubt about her future or when her parents once again told her she didn’t need to come home for christmas this year because they already bought tickets for a cruise to the bahamas.

always good for a good time. and that was it.

so, that was what she planned on doing. she was going to turn on the charm, have some indoor fun, give phoebe a good time, and engage her sneaky subterfuge. “only the best board game ever invented! i know you’re all moon-eyed over your man, but you’re just going to have to forget him tonight because we’re finding you a new boyfriend with a pink plastic phone. it’s the version with chris evans modeling as one of the guys, too.” tefi giggled girlishly, then offloaded her bundle into phoebe’s awaiting arms, but kept her hold on the dvds. stepping further into the living room, she turned on her heel and fanned out the dvds in her hands. “i’ve got twilight, mean girls, sleepover—i know, a little on the nose, but it’s cute and nostalgic—desperately seeking susan, the sweetest thing, and one of my personal favorites, valley of the dolls.” movies across all genres and decades, tefi valued variety.

at the offer of drinks, tefi squealed lightly as expected of her, but there was an internal flash of panic in her chest. she was a notorious lightweight and getting super drunk could prove dangerous—she might let her secret slip, or overstep and seem a little too eager to discuss phoebe’s boyfriend. she needed to play it safe. “hmm, i’m feeling kind of chill tonight, i think. let’s start with wine and see where the night goes, maybe?”

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