#I've been waiting for an excuse to use this one I'm not even gonna lie to you

[marciliedonato]

Mcr girlies (gn) waking up on the morning of March 11th

[caramelcleopatraa]

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x: finals are coming up, so i'm gonna be very busy, but i'm still writing y'all (this is the most consistent i've been lol) (excuse any errors of course) Hope you guys enjoyyy! leave comments... please. I love your comments.

content: Imani has a crush on Roman. Their friend group goes on live and her secret comes to the light. She thought that she was going to be rejected and move on, but things never go the way people expect. Roman Reigns x Imani, 18+ MDNI, oral (m recieving), cowg!rl, creamp!e

Imani loved weekend kickbacks. Time to chillax with her favorite people, and get her mind off of things. It was moments like these she waited for. Drinks and joints in rotation, and endless fun for hours to come. Jimmy, Jey, Roman, Trinity Talia, and Imani. She wishes that she was only thinking about the good vibes that circulated in the atmosphere, but she was focused on something else. It wasn’t like she was necessarily trying to focus on Roman, but it was inevitable when she could see him so clearly from the kitchen. She knew that having a crush on him could possibly mess up the bond that the group has, but he was so gravitating, He was perfect in her eyes. She basically textbook described him when Trinity and Talia asked her to describe her dream man: Tall, muscular, sweet, absurdly attractive, charismatic, humorous, dedicated. God, she could go on to name every single one of his attributes that she loved. She tried to brush it off as a mistake at first, but there was no part about this that was a mistake. He had a tight grip on her, and he wasn't even aware. She wonders what would happen if he felt the same way. If those pretty brown eyes she daydreamed about would reciprocate the love she was anxiously waiting to give him. She could only imagine all of the things she could do for him, to him, and provide him. If she had him all to herself, how they would spend their nights alone. How it would feel to be wrapped in his embrace. How it would feel to get lost in him between the sheets for hours, and repeat it again the next day. If she had him all to herself.

“WE GETTIN TURNT!” Talia raised her glass in the air and yelled out to her viewers, watching her through the small rectangular frame. Jimmy came around the corner with uno cards in his hands as the six of us gathered around the table. Roman, Trinity, or Jey would pop into the frame to answer a couple of questions while Jimmy shuffles the cards and Imani gathers multiple bottles to bring to the table. “Mani! They have some questions for you!” Imani joins her party, sitting the bottles on the table and scanning through the comments.

‘Do you get to go backstage with the bloodline?’

“Yes! It's amazing, I'm not gonna lie.”

‘Please do a makeup tutorial!’

“Maybe, I don't have a youtube channel.”

‘Seen any guys that have caught your eye?’

“A couple, but they ain’t nothin’ important.”

“Oh word?” Talia and Trinity both look at her with curious faces, but Imani just giggles and goes back to answering questions. 

“Ooh this is a good one. Kiss, marry, fuck: Jason Momoa, Michael B. Jordan, and Roman Reigns,” Talia reads out loud. That question got everyone’s attention. Jimmy stopped fidgeting with the cards and Roman and Jey both put their phones down impatient for her answer. “Well?” Talia was definitely setting her up, and she could feel it. Thank god for her brown skin that covered her fastly spreading blush. “Do I have to answer this?” “Yes, you do. I'm intrigued now,” Trinity says, as Imani quickly takes a double take at the entire table to see them all staring at her. She sighs before surrendering and thinking hard about the question.

“I’ll… kiss… Michael B. Jordan, fuck Jason Momoa, and marry Roman Reigns.” She instantly regretted answering the question before Trinity pried at Imani to get out more information that everyone was itching to know. “Hmm, why marry Roman?” She quickly swiped her drink off of the table and took a long sip, hiding her face. In all honesty, she wanted to say that it was the easiest choice, but that would only make her sound suspicious. And that was not a conversation that she wanted to have in front of quite literally everyone. “I'm not interested in the other guys like that.” “So you’re interested in Roman?” ‘Wait- wait! Noo that's not what I meant!’

“No, I just wouldn't marry the other two men. It’s not that deep Trin,” Imani says, a failed attempt at dismissing the conversation. “You’ve never gotten this defensive before… don’t tell me that you in your feelings.” She could see Talia smirking at the corner of her eyes. She knew she had to stop this fast. “You’re reaching Talia,” Imani says, laughing to herself. “Oooooh Imani wants the Tribal Chief, huh?” Never in her life had she ever been more embarrassed. “Jimmy, for the love of god, please start dealing the cards,” Imani says, covering her face, her words muffled by her hands. Everyone laughs, finding amusement in her nervousness. She anxiously waited for Jimmy to start dealing the cards so this moment could pass.

11:27 pm

Several rounds of uno and spades passed, and the guests were slowly starting to make their way out. She noticed Talia, Trinity, Jey, and Jimmy momentarily texting throughout the night, which would probably explain why the four of them were explaining the consequence of Imani losing a couple of rounds. “Sooooo we thought of something. Don’t be mad! It’s just a punishment for losing so much,” Talia says, sticking out her tongue. “Your punishment is that you have to ask Roman to fuck you.” ‘ASK ROMAN TO WHATT!?!?’

Her surprised face told them everything they needed to know. “You'll be fine. Uce will probably be down to fuck either way,” Jey says. Imani gave Talia a death glare, making Talia laugh. “You’re trippin’ girl. Just approach him with the right energy and make him want to stay with you. I guess this answers the question of if you have a crush on him or not.” Before she could defend herself, Roman walks in from the restroom and the four of them are gone in the blink of an eye. ‘These trifling’ heifers’

“Guess they all left. I should be on my way out then. Thank you for the food and dr-” She steps in front of him, stopping him from exiting out the front door. He looks at her with confusion. “You okay?” Her heart was beating fast. She didn't fully think out what she was going to do after she stepped in front of him, but it was now or never. 

“Fuck me.”

“...what?”

“F-fuck me.” She couldn't look him in the eye the second time. The pressure weighing on her shoulders was too much. But the thing that was racking her brain the most was how close they were. She felt like this was a disaster taking place in real time. She hears a soft chuckle, looking up to see him lightly smiling at her. “Was this your punishment for losing?” She nods, and his smile stays fixed on his face. “Do you want me to?” 

‘...did he say what I think he just said?’

Her mind is searching for an answer, a reason to say no. But she can't find any. As embarrassing and confusing this was, she had daydreamed about this moment. Maybe he was just being nice and would give her a quick fuck to fulfill the punishment. That idea became her leading thought. “You don’t have to if you’re uncomf-” “Do you want me to fuck you Imani?”

‘Shit he’s not joking.’

She slowly nods, which prompts him to lock the front door behind you. Her head was spinning, trying her hardest to maintain her composure. “Ask me again.”

“Fuck me, please,” She says nervously, eyes returning her shiny tile floors. “I don’t believe you sweetheart. Ask me again.” His hand gently grabs at her chin, making Imani look at him. Once they made eye contact, she knew that she was done for. She was already feeling weak from just looking at him. She took a deep breath before finally saying, “Please fuck me Roman.”

He wasted no time pulling her into a heated kiss. Not that she minded. This felt like a wonderful dream that she didn't want to wake up from. Only this wasn't a dream, it was real life. She finally got to feel the body that she had been drooling over. Right now, he was hers, and she was going to make the most of it. 

Her curious hands creeped along his captivating body while they explored each other’s mouths, dragging her hands up his torso from underneath his shirt. He pulled away from her soft lips to trail wet kisses from her cheek to her neck. “Not shy anymore huh?” She couldn't be shy. Her desire for him had completely taken over. “I really need you right now Roman,” She pants out. 

“Bedroom?” She nods and takes his hand in hers, leading the way to her bedroom. The sway of her hips only made Roman more aroused, as he silently admired her body from behind.

They enter her bedroom and she doesn't get a chance to close the door before being pulled into his arms again, temporarily hoisting her in the air to lay her on the spacious bed. He pulls her into another messy kiss, setting his focus on getting rid of their bothersome clothes. He quickly tore his shirt from his body and she did the same with hers. Their lips connected again, moving in harmony. He started to make his way down her body, but she squeezed his shoulders, signaling him to stop. “I wanna make you feel good first.” Roman was surprised to say the least. He kissed her tummy and replied, “Are you sure?” She gives him a confident nod, with those big doe eyes and her beautiful smile. “Alright, what do you want me to do?” “Let’s switch places.”

She scooted to the side, giving him room to lay down on the bed. She crawled down to his waist, tugging both his sweatpants and boxers down. His dick springs out of his pants, finally free from cloth restraints. Her eyes locked with his before lowering down to lick the underside of him; from his balls to his mushroom tip. A wad of spit drips from her mouth and lands on his length, using her hand to lather him up. His soft hums let her know that he was feeling good, and she was determined to make him feel a whole lot better. 

Her juicy lips start at his tip, giving small kitten licks before taking the tip in her mouth. Her warm mouth felt so good on his dick. He didn't know that Imani was this nasty. She gives him kisses up and down his shaft before taking him in her mouth again. 

She didn’t waste any time trying to tease him. He was big, and filled mer mouth well, but it’s nothing she's never handled before. Before she continued, the warmth of her mouth left him once again. “Can you record this?” Just when he thought she couldn't get more nasty. 

“Record?” She nodded her head. “Only if you’re comfortable.” “I’m more than comfortable,” Roman says, while reaching into his sweatpants pocket. He grabs his phone and opens the camera app, pressing record. “It’s recording, baby.” 

She smiles at the camera, curling her fingers around the base of his dick and tapping him against her tongue. She takes him in her mouth again for the final time, keeping her hand put at the base. She bobs her head slowly, swiveling her head from left to right. 

She keeps moving slowly, making sure to fit all she can in her mouth. Her hand that stayed curled around his base, moved in juxtaposition, stroking the rest of him that her mouth couldn't get to. “Goddamn baby, that mouth feels so good. I need that mouth around my dick all the time.” She moans in response, giving him vibrations that made him feel oh so good. She had him moaning and groaning. She didn't mind that at all. She got a big ego boost that he was so vocal from her mouth working its magic. She took note of every moan, every twitch, and any reaction he made. Right now, she was focused on his pleasure. 

His grip on his phone tightened, trying his best to keep his composure. She moved her head faster, still bobbing up and down, and using her hand to stroke his remaining inches. “Ahh s-shit mama, you keep sucking my dick like that and imma cum in your mouth.” She looks at him, already staring at her every move while she’s giving him euphoria like pleasure. She moans around his dick again, feeling her panties dampen. Her other hand massaged his balls lightly. Her slurping sounds made him close to coming. 

He couldn't take his eyes off of her. Those innocent eyes staring into him as he recorded her doing such lewd things. He tried his best not to tangle his hands in her hair and fuck her mouth full of him. But her mouth felt so good, and he wanted nothing more than to cum in her mouth. He couldn’t help himself when his hands disappeared into her hair, planting his feet on the bed and fucking up into her mouth. She put her hands behind her back, letting him use her as he pleased. His thrusts were quick, but soft, his balls slapping against her chin. “Oh fuck! I’m coming mama, ooh I'm comin’.” He kept her head steady while coming deep in her throat, and she accepted with jubilation. 

She bobbed her head a few more times, trying her best to overstimulate him the most she can, until his hand grabs her chin, lifting her up. “Slow down princess,” He says, ending the recording. She crawls up to meet him, giving him a quick passionate kiss. “See how good you taste?” Roman chuckles at her boldness. “Your turn. Lie down,” He says, trying to sit up, but fails due to her pushing him back down on the bed. “I need that dick right now daddy.”

“You don’t want me to eat that pussy?” She runs her hand through her messy hair. “God yes I do, but I need you to fuck me right now.” Her eyes did more pleading than her words. 

“I wanna record this too,” she says, looking down at his chest, tracing the intricate tattoo. He feels around the bed, finally grabbing the phone and reopening the camera app. “Can you prop it up somewhere? I want you to be able to touch me.” “Already on it baby.” He climbed back further on your bed, propping the phone up against the lamp on the nightstand. While he did that, she slid off her shorts and panties, throwing them behind her. He pressed record again, and instructed her to adjust herself so the camera could capture everything. 

His hands landed on her ass as they both observed themself. His hands felt so good kneading her ass, and she saw his eyes drinking in every part of her body. He couldn't keep his hands off of her curvaceous body, and he didn't want to. “You like it?” Her soft hands massaged his shoulders, making him groan softly. “I love it baby, love this ass.” An unexpected slap to her ass made her jump. “You sound so good, daddy.” His hands move her hips along his dick, grinding her body against his. 

“How long have you been thinking about this?” She shies away from his gaze, a sudden flash of embarrassment runs through her body. She had forgotten about all of her feelings of distress and nervousness and realized that she was running on arousal and adrenaline. “A-a couple of months.” He lifts her hips and grabs his length, rubbing the tip along her slit. A few rubs up and down her slickness before impaling her on his dick. They moan simultaneously, relishing in the mind numbing pleasure. “You been thinking about taking this dick baby?” She gives him small head nods, still captured by the feeling of him inside of her. His hands cupped her chin, turning her head to the direction of the phone, steadily recording them. His hands were full of her ass, moving her up and down his shaft slowly. His unsteady breaths and her elongated moans were harmonious. “Go ‘head then. Bounce that ass on my dick.”

Her eyes focused on him as she steadied herself, her hands placed on either side of his head. She throws her ass back, his thighs catching it every time. His eyes were still glued to the phone, watching her beautiful body on top of him. But it wouldn’t be long until he faced her again, her soft titties hanging in front of his face. She had daydreamed about fucking Roman, and she was finally doing it. It gave her confidence knowing that he couldn't keep his hands off of her body. Her facial expression told her exactly how she was feeling. It was almost overwhelming how sexy she was. Beautiful smile, sexy body, paired with addicting moans that made him want to fuck her all night long. 

“Mmm~ look at you taking daddy’s dick. You’re doing so good,” Roman pants, grabbing at her breasts. His gentle praises and gruff voice was enough to make her cum. His dominating presence, his words, his touch. This man had her mind running laps. Even though he wasn’t putting in any effort, he was hitting all the right spots.

Her words were slurred, eyes rolled back, mouth wide open spewing salacious moans. Her hips slowed down, the constant rhythm created by her ass and his thighs meeting no longer lasted while she hid in the crook of his neck. Her body was decorated with a sheet of sweat that didn’t take away from her golden hue. “Look at me.” She rested on her elbows, locking her eyes onto his. Their faces were laced with lust, an unsatisfied want for each other. 

His strong arms caged her in, preventing her from squirming or escaping. She was still catching her breath while Roman planted his feet on the bed again. He places a tender kiss on her cheek before fucking up into her. She grabbed on to any part of his body that could, her eyes fluttering shut. A harsh slap to her ass makes her scream in pleasure. “I said look at me,” Roman says, demanding her full attention.

“Ohhh- my god! You feel so fucking g-good!” Roman loved watching her unravel. How she screamed for glory while he fucked her. God, he could make this his favorite hobby. Making her cum over and over again. “Mhm- fuckk- keep talking to me baby.” Her mind was foggy. She could only focus on one thing right now, how good he was dicking her down. Roman was making her feel so good. She looked at his phone propped up on the nightstand again to see their reflection. Her ass rippled from his hard strokes. That sight alone had her ready to cum. “Shhit! I’m finna cum on that big ass dick!” “Yeah? You finna cum?”

Her nails dug into his broad shoulders, feeling a knot build up in her stomach. “Cum with me Imani, let me feel you cum around my dick.”

Her eyes shut as she came, her orgasm hitting like a dam breaking, sending waves of pleasure throughout her body. His hips slowed down, but still gave her deep strokes, coming deep inside her. High pitched moans and deep grunts filled the room. His hands lazily grab her hips, allowing her to move again. She reached to grab the phone and ended the video, dropping the phone somewhere as she laid limp against his chest. His thumbs worked small circles as they both caught their breath. “I’m gonna take a shower when I get up, wanna join me?” Imani hears him chuckle, still working small circles into her hips. “Nah, we’re not done. I gotta eat that pussy, Imani.”

If these were the punishments she got for losing in spades, maybe losing wasn't so bad after all.

🏷️ tags :) @reignsboy19 @2-muchsauce @theninthwonder @harmshake @alichesmi @thesamoanqueen @alyyaanna @empressdede @badbitchcentralinc @christinabae @fame-ass-ers @southerngirl41 @cyberdejos2

[nightprompts]

&. 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 (𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧) 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

( dialogue prompts taken from episodes 5 & 6 ( "eat at baratie!" & "the chef and the chore boy" ) of the netflix live action one piece series. feel free to edit and change as you seem fit. )

❛ how about we sail away as fast as we can? ❜

❛ about the battle, you wanna talk about it? ❜

❛ there's something on the breeze. smells like butter. soy sauce. and meat. ❜

❛ think he has brain damage? ❜

❛ i smell food, which means that there's someone somewhere cooking. ❜

❛ what's a... baratie? ❜

❛ let's eat! ❜

❛ you'll have to excuse them. they're idiots. ❜

❛ wanna take this outside? ❜

❛ are you asking me to dance? 'cause i kind of had my eye on that blonde at table eight. ❜

❛ i call it a true bluefin sauté. it's elephant tuna, seared asparagus, in a sweet soy reduction. ❜

❛ if i gotta sling one more prime rib medium-well, i am going to drop dead of boredom, you old shitbag! ❜

❛ this ain't gonna be a fight. i'm just going to kill him. ❜

❛ hi, welcome to our shitty restaurant where the only thing worse than the ambience is the food. ❜

❛ one of our signature cocktails to help you choke down your meal? ❜

❛ apologies, madam, i didn't see you there. ❜

❛ something wrong with your eye? ❜

❛ just blinded by your beauty. ❜

❛ nami's got a boyfriend. ❜

❛ did i catch you in the middle of something? ❜

❛ just killing some time. ❜

❛ who's the quarry? ❜

❛ doesn't sound like much of a challenge. ❜

❛ why are you after me? ❜

❛ you woke me from my nap. ❜

❛ i can't eat another bite. but it's so good. ❜

❛ who the hell is monkey d. luffy? ❜

❛ i don't even think there's liquor in this. it tastes just like candy. ❜

❛ who's ready for another drink? my treat. ❜

❛ i don't really do regret. no point in looking back. ❜

❛ sometimes, when i try to look ahead, all i see is back. ❜

❛ you know, you're a really good cook. ❜

❛ if a man is hungry, i feed him. ❜

❛ what are you carrying around that's so heavy? ❜

❛ i bet i know more about you than you do about me. ❜

❛ i guess something about you, you drink. you guess something about me, i drink.❜

❛ i have business with your captain. if you know what's good for you, you'll hand him over. ❜

❛ i've been following your career since i was a child. it's an honor to finally meet you, sir. which is why it pains me to inform you that tomorrow... you're going to die. ❜

❛ accept my challenge. you'll see how serious i am. ❜

❛ you want me to say you're the best? you're the best. okay? ❜

❛ you're the best i've ever seen, but you are not better than him. ❜

❛ why do you give a shit? ❜

❛ because you're my friend, you idiot. ❜

❛ you said it yourself. you don't have any friends. ❜

❛ what is that? i'm here for a sword fight. ❜

❛ i don't hunt rabbits with a cannon. ❜

❛ you're brave. i'll give you that. ❜

❛ wounds on the back are a swordsman's greatest shame. ❜

❛ this world could use a few more wild cards. ❜

❛ it's too soon for you to die. grow strong and come find me. i'll be waiting. ❜

❛ you could never fail me. ❜

❛ look, i'm not gonna lie to you. he's lost a lot of blood. it might be too late for him. but it might not be. ❜

❛ he's got one foot in each world right now, caught between life and death. you have to find a way to keep him tethered to our world. ❜

❛ nice of you to announce yourself. ❜

❛ i don't take orders. not even from the likes of you. ❜

❛ what's the matter? don't like fish? ❜

❛ if you don't want the fish, i got two-inch t-bones in the kitchen. or maybe you're in the mood for saffron risotto? ❜

❛ i can make anything. just tell me what you want. ❜

❛ being a captain, it's the toughest job in the world, okay? ❜

❛ how'd you two meet? were you on his crew or something? ❜

❛ oregano's for savages! ❜

❛ you've got a sharp tongue on you, boy. how about i cut it out and fry it up with some pig fat? ❜

❛ do what you want, but i'm not gonna die here. ❜

❛ they're all dead, except for us. ❜

❛ you ate it? you ate your own leg? ❜

❛ you don't even know me. why would you do that for a stranger? ❜

❛ so i'm gonna need you to live on. and i'm gonna need you to fulfill that dream... for both of us. ❜

❛ have any idea what that's like? having someone lose a limb to save your life? ❜

❛ sometimes, when you are in charge, you have to make the tough decisions. ❜

❛ i'd do anything to save him. anything. except stand in the way of his dream. ❜

❛ isn't there something that you want? something more than anything else in this world? ❜

❛ not everyone gets to follow their dreams. ❜

❛ did you not hear what i just said? they are hunting you. we need to run. ❜

❛ i can't let innocent people get hurt because of me. ❜

❛ i hear you're looking for me. ❜

❛ so this is the pirate i've heard so much about? ❜

❛ do you know who i am, boy? ❜

❛ how'd you even know how to find me? ❜

❛ if you bow down to me, i might even let you serve in my kingdom. ❜

❛ i don't bow down to any man. ❜

❛ i told you in the bar i didn't have any friends, but the truth is, i couldn't let myself have them... because i always end up hurting the people closest to me. ❜

❛ why waste your time killing a devil fruit eater? let the sea do it for you. ❜

❛ what is your problem? ❜

❛ me? i'm fine. you're the one with the problem. ❜

❛ you're not gonna be anything, not if you stay here. ❜

❛ it's not like i can just leave. ❜

❛ don't you get it? it's one thing to have a dream. it's another to go after it. ❜

❛ you want my permission? you got it. ❜

❛ i didn't know what to say before, but i know what to say now, and it's so simple. i need you. ❜

❛ you gonna keep talking, or let me get some sleep? ❜

❛ i vow to stand by your side from now until the end. ❜

❛ you're my captain, and i'm your first mate. ❜

❛ heard you guys need a cook. ❜

❛ why are we bringing the waiter? ❜

❛ you keep your feet dry. ❜

❛ you know, all these years, living under your shitty roof, cooking at your shitty restaurant... i owe you my life! ❜

❛ thank you for putting up with my shit all these years, old man. ❜

❛ i'll never forget you! ❜

[canirove]

My neighbour Rúben | Chapter 18

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“Rúben…”

“Uhm…”

“I thought we were watching a movie. Netflix and chill, you know?” I giggled.

“We were. But the movie is boring and I’ve missed you. Kissing your neck is way more entertaining.”

“I was away for just two days, and you are doing more than just kissing my neck.”

“My hand may be going places, yes” he smirked. “Do you want it to stop?”

“I don’t, no.”

“Good” he said, going back to what he was doing.

“But maybe we could go somewhere a bit more comfortable?”

“My sofa is very comfortable.”

“I know, but…” I said, biting my lip to try and stay focused. “I like your bed better.”

“Alright then” he said, picking me up and carrying me over his shoulder.

“Rúben!” I said, laughing and hitting him on the back, his reply being pinching my butt. 

When we made it to his room, he threw me on the bed, following right after and putting himself on top of me, kissing my lips, my jaw, my neck, his hand going everywhere under my clothes.

 “Where did all this motivation come from?” I whispered.

“You.” 

That was his only reply as he started undressing me, leaving kisses everywhere.

“Wait” I said after he got rid of his t-shirt. “I want to see you. Like, properly.”

“Ok” he said with that smirk of his, moving us both so I was sitting on top of him. “Better like this?”

“So much better” I said, running my fingers over his arms. “You are unreal, you know?”

“What?” he laughed, his thumbs making circles on my thighs and sending goosebumps all over my body.

“You are unreal. Look at this” I said, my fingers now on his chest, following the shape of his muscles. “This can’t be real. And this…” I said, now touching his abs. “Even while laying down they look perfectly defined.”

“There is something else that is gonna get perfectly defined if you keep moving like that.”

“What?”

“You haven’t noticed where you are sitting, have you?” he said, trying to hide a smile.

“I… Oh.”

“I don’t mind it, tho. I like it.”

“I also like the idea” I said, feeling my face burning.

“Then you know what to do.”

“I actually don’t” I chuckled.

“I’ll guide you” he said, grabbing my hips with his hands and moving me against him, the feeling making us both gasp. “Do you trust me?”

“I do, Rúben. You know that I do.”

━━━━━━❃━━━━━━

"Are you nervous?"

"A bit, yeah, not gonna lie. You?"

"I'm shitting myself" Lucy said. "Imagine that you and Rodri don't like each other!"

"We will, don't worry." 

"Ah!" she half screamed when someone rang the doorbell. "That must be them. How do I look?"

"Beautiful. What about me?"

"Gorgeous" she said with a big smile before going to open the door. "Hello, Rúben. Hello, you."

"Hello, you" Rodri replied. "I've missed you."

"I've missed you too" Lucy said, leaning forward to kiss him. 

"If you'll excuse me" Rúben said behind them, rolling his eyes and walking into our apartment. "Hi there."

"Hi" I replied. "Am I also getting a hello kiss?"

"Of course you are" he said with that smirk of his that I loved so much. Behind us, we could hear Lucy giggling like a teenage girl. "I didn't know they were so..."

"Cheesy?" I chuckled.

"Yeah" he said, turning around to look at them. Rodri had both his hands on Lucy's bum, firmly grabbing it while kissing her. "I thought we were going out for dinner, that dessert came after."

"Are you jealous, Dias?" Rodri asked.

"He's actually right" Lucy said, running her fingers up and down his chest. "We'll continue later."

"We better" he replied with a mischievous smile, taking her hand and walking towards the lift.

"Kids" Rúben sighed, rolling his eyes again. "Shall we?" he said, offering me his arm, this time making me giggle like an idiot.

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"We need to do this again" Lucy said. After a very successful dinner, we had gone back to our apartment to have one last drink. 

"We certainly do" Rodri said, kissing her. They had been like that all the time, constantly kissing and being affectionate with the other. PDA wasn't an issue with them.

"Yes, we do" Rúben said, trying very hard to not roll his eyes while they kept kissing. "But now it's time to go home."

"What? Already?" Lucy said.

"Already. We have training tomorrow first thing in the morning, and remember what Pep told us" Rúben said, looking directly at his teammate. "No extra activities."

"What does that mean?" Lucy asked.

"No sex until we've played on Sunday. That game it's all or nothing, we must be focused" Rodri said.

"Really? He forbade you to have sex?" she said.

"He just suggested it, but yeah" Rodri shrugged.

"I don't like him" Lucy replied, crossing her arms over her chest. 

"I'll make up for it, I promise." And then, they were back at it, kissing and not caring that Rúben and I were in front of them.

"Rúben, why don't you help me tidy up?" I said, getting up from the sofa and picking our glasses.

"Gladly" he grunted.

"Why are you acting like this? Are you jealous about Rodri not having eyes just for you anymore?" I asked him when we walked into the kitchen.

"I'm not jealous, put that eyebrow down" he said, trying not to smile.

"Then what is it? You aren't against PDA."

"I'm not, no. But they are too much."

"Maybe. But they look so happy... And Lucy deserves it."

"She does. They both do, to be honest."

"Should we let them alone and enjoying themselves for a bit longer?" I asked.

"And do what while we wait?" Rúben said, slowly moving towards me.

"I don't know" I shrugged. "What they are doing looks interesting."

"It is very interesting. Do you want me to show you?" he replied, now being the one arching an eyebrow.

"Go ahead" I said as he lifted me up and sat me on the kitchen's counter, my legs around him. 

"Comfortable?"

"My butt is getting a bit cold"

"Then I better start making you hot" he said before kissing me.

"Wow, wow, wow" Lucy said behind us. "Not in my kitchen!" 

"We haven't had time to do anything. Yet" Rúben said. We had been kissing for less than a minute when she came in. Or at least that was what it felt like.

"Good. It's time to go, come on."

"Already done with your make out session?" Rúben asked, helping me get down from the counter.

"I'm afraid so" she replied. 

"At least they got to enjoy one" I said to myself.

"I heard you" Rúben whispered to my ear as we followed Lucy into the living room, pinching my butt and making me jump. 

"Everything ok?" Rodri asked.

"Peachy" Rúben said, laughing at his own joke.

"Will I get to see you tomorrow?" Lucy said, hugging Rodri.

"Not sure. We need to be focused, remember?"

"Meh, meh, meh" she replied. "No sé cómo voy a sobrevivir a esta noche sabiendo que vas a estar durmiendo al otro lado de esa pared y que no podemos estar juntos."

"Si ella puede sobrevivir todos los días, tú también" Rodri said, kissing Lucy's nose.

"What did they say about you?" Rúben asked me. "I only understood half of it."

"Lucy was complaining about knowing that he was going to be sleeping on the other side of that wall and not being able to be together. And Rodri said that if I could do it daily, so could she."

"Have you ever felt like that? Like... Wanting to be with me, knowing that there was just a wall between us, but not being able to?"

"Yes, sometimes. Especially when you were mad at me."

"I was never mad at you. Pissed, definitely. But not angry. You didn't do anything wrong" he said, putting a lock of hair behind my ear and looking at me in a way he hadn’t before. 

"Sorry for ruining the moment, guys. But we were going, right?" Rodri said.  

"Sadly" Lucy sighed.

"Sadly" I repeated, though only Rúben heard me.

"Good night, neighbour" he said, kissing my cheek. "Don't stay up until late gossiping about us."

"Never" Lucy said, giving Rodri one last hug before we watched them both leave.

[allastoredeer]

~Lucifer blanches. He looks around, as if trying to find a sense of Alastor’s words somewhere in the trash-heap he calls a room, before rounding back to him, lips pulling up in disgust. “Are you asking me out?”

“Ahaha!” Alastor laughs, slapping him so hard on the back it nearly takes Lucifer off his feet. “Oh, Heavens no. I’m just proposing we let Hell continue thinking that you and I are,” he waves his hand, searching for the word, “in cahoots. In that way.”~

This is golden comedy right here. Honestly every time I read ur fic I always start wheezing so hard I can’t breathe, u are an amazing writer, hope u know that. When I saw ur last update on the ‘damage control’ chapter i was so excited i devoured it so fast help

Alastor saying he wants to be in ‘cahoots’ with Lucifer it’s so funny to me cause no one use that term anymore, and Lucifer is just downright dumbfounded that they are even having the conversation. I can imagine the shadow rolling his eyes at them, we need more sassy shadow moments, he is so underrated. 😭😭

I love that Lucifer is trying to respect Al boundaries, especially after the ‘incident’ , and doesn’t pry to much on his scars, but now I am curious about what did Al meant. Does he not remember who did that to him? 🥺

Also I am curious about what they gonna tell to the others about their new found relationship. I don’t think Lucifer would want to lie to Charlie, but I also think that it would be too risky to make the whole crew knew they are acting, someone might slip. And it’s not like Al is gonna make it easy for Lucy anyway. If they want to be credible, less ppl knowing it’s best course of action for me.

Last thing~ I really wanted to thank you, cause ur fic really brings me a lot of joy since I recently only been able to find happiness in small things like these , and I I can’t wait to read more🌈

Hehehe, Alastor purposefully refusing to go into depth about their "sexual relationship," and even side-stepping outright calling it a relationship, is what's going to make it all more entertaining when he actually has to commit to the bit. Cuz you see, they're not fucking. They're "in cahoots."

It's different.

(I love Alastor's Shadow being sassy. If it's attached to Alastor, it has to be. I take no critiques.)

😈 Alastor and his scars is something I'm very excited to get into it. I've been thinking about them for a while, and while it may take a bit to actually get the answer, I'm very eager to get there when we do.

The way I see it, Alastor doesn't want to tell the others (as they already know their not actually dating--as he made VERY clear last time), but Lucifer isn't going to be okay with lying to Charlie. Out of the group, Alastor knows he can trust Husk and Niffty to keep it a secret. Maybe Angel Dust too. But he's most worried about Charlie and Vaggie.

Vaggie isn't a good liar, and Charlie's such an open, bright, heart-on-her-sleeves person, he doesn't trust her to keep up the ruse without letting something slip--most likely by accident.

But Lucifer is stubborn. He doesn't want to lie to Charlie, and if he tells Charlie, Charlie is going to tell Vaggie. If Vaggie knows, well, we already know she has a hard time lying on the spot, so if the others see Alastor and Lucifer suddenly "in cahoots," and ask about it, she's not going to be able to come up with a plausible excuse on the fly.

This is all to say, the next installment is going to be full of silly Hazbin Crew hijinks, where Alastor is forcefully enrolled into Chaggies Dating 101 Crash Course, and he is definitely not setting the grading curve. (And maybe we'll even get a bit of HuskerDust thrown in there, who knows. Certainly not me).

And it warms me so much to know that my fic can bring you joy in a time that such things are scarce 🥺 I can't wait to share more of the story with you!

[tomurderornottomurder]

nice to be; ghost/simon riley

pair. ghost x male!reader, soap x reader x ghost if you squint

summ. you and soap are unofficially ordered to keep ghost in bed as he seems to have a habit of not only not sleeping but wondering off in the morning and price not being able to find him

gen. fluff

tw. don't think there's anything, really cheesy

wc. 0.9k

note. this is the most fanfic fanfic i've written oof

You, Soap, and Ghost all sit on his cot which thanks to Price is a bit bigger than the regular issue to fit all three of your big selves. Not only did Price pick you and Soap out because you are the biggest guys but you both seem to get along well enough with Ghost for him not to protest as much. He still argues against it—a lot. But in the end, he does not win and here you two sit on either side of him.

"Hey, wait a minute," You hold your hand up, the other two stopping in their tracks as you grip the hem of your sweater. See, usually sleeping alone in your cot with the pathetic excuse of a blanket they give you means that without bringing your own bulky and actually warm sweaters from home, you'll shiver all night long. But sleeping with two hulking men probably means your sweater is going to cook you in your sleep. "I'm gonna sweat to death with this thing on," You remark before pulling the article over your head. With the reveal of your arms that Ghost hasn't seen before, he's stuck staring as you stuff your sweater under his cot. Soap has to hold back a chuckle but he isn't exactly innocent either. "Okay, 'm ready," You turn back to both men who immediately turn their faces away, (blushing like idiots).

You all lie down and even with the bigger cot it's a squeeze, it still is a cot after all. "Alright, L.T.," You hear Soap say as he slowly reaches out his arms, "this is tuh to keep ya in place." You almost chuckle at his sudden slip deep into his accent. He wraps his arms around Ghost, who just lets out a grunt, making you hold back another laugh. 

"Gotta do the same thing," You tell him, his eyes practically staring into your soul as you get close and wrap your arms around his waist. He grunts again at the contact but this time a little softer like he's almost used to it. He isn't. By any definition of the word, he is not used to it but it actually feels okay. And maybe it helps that it's his two closest companions boxing him in but either way, it's actually nice to be held. That's not to say it isn't a little awkward. 

Your face is nearly inches from his which is a bit more intimate than either of you would like. It doesn't help your case that he's masked and you're not so all you can see are his eyes while he's got access to your full face and features. The more tired you get though, the less it matters. You close your eyes to escape his gaze and try to sleep which you hope you can. 

Ghost is honestly a bit uncomfortable. This is all weirdly intimate. Also, you try sleeping sandwiched between two large men and see how you feel. Especially, having been touch starved for about ten years straight, suddenly being held by two of your closest friends takes a while to get used to. The longer he lays beside you two though, the more he likes it—thinks he could get used to it.

Then you shift in your sleep, wrapping one of your legs around Ghost's. He finds himself blushing with your body so flush against his and he's embarrassed. I shouldn't feel like this. He swallows his guilt and tries not to think about it. Of course, trying not to think about something always makes it worse and in a moment, he's in a whirlwind of thoughts. He wants to get up and walk, try to clear his head but he's boxed in by you and Soap. He tries moving, wriggling out of your and Soap's grip but instead, he wakes you up.

You stir, a little confused and out of it, looking down at Ghost as you sit up on your elbow, pulling away from him. "Ghost?" You pull your leg back and blink the sleep from your eyes. "Hey, you okay?" Ghost looks like he's about to cry. You've never seen him like that. The sight wrenches your heart. "Hey," You whisper, "Simon?" You lean in.

"Yeah, I'm alright."

"Are you sure?" You ask softly. "Is it too much? I can get Soap off," Your eyes are attentive and your voice is calming. It all actually helps.

Ghost shakes his head a little. "No, I'm fine."

"Really?" You press him further, raising a brow. 

There's a long pause before he confesses, "I got overwhelmed but... I'm fine now, thanks to you," He mumbles the last part. 

You want so badly to ask 'what was that?' but you bite your tongue. "You okay to go back to sleep then?" You yawn as you look down at him. You can't help smiling at the sight of Soap's arms around him and honestly, can't wait to wrap yours around him again. 

"...Yeah, I think so," He answers. 

You laugh, "I've never seen you so nervous, L.T." You're smirking and Ghost hates that he finds it attractive. 

"Shut up and come here," 

"Demanding, are we?" You tease. "Kidding," You add quickly before finally lying down next to him. You wrap your arms around him and scoot closer. "You're really warm," You mumble against his shoulder. "We should do this more often." 

"Don't push it," He grumbles.

"You love me," You pull back and look into his eyes. 

He does love you but that's for him to know. He just grunts and closes his eyes. 

"Goodnight, Lieutenant." You smile to yourself, falling asleep quickly against the rise and fall of Ghost's chest. 

Ghost smiles to himself too. It's nice to be held. It's nice to be loved. 

[selineram3421]

I have a request :) Can you make some headcanons for demon Alastor in human world who was accidentaly summoned by reader and he started developing feelings for them?

Reader haven't made a deal with Alastor yet and knows Alastor from show itself but they dont want to tell him about it. Thank you <3

Heck yeah.

Headcanons of Alastor Falling for Human S/O

Alastor X Reader

.

First of all, it was not intentional.

You were trying to do your first spell.

Who's gonna stop you? Not your cat, that's for sure.

And then just ☁poof☁ deer man appears

"THE FUCK!?", you shout and scramble back, tripping over your feet and falling.

Alastor is equally surprised, because he was in the middle of a good book and there was a strange shift in the air.

You lie on your back for a while, just trying to piece together HOW THE FUCK YOU DID A SUMMONING SPELL!

Deciding not to wait for you to process everything, Alastor speaks. "Excuse me, did you want something?"

Lol

Sitting up, you rub the back of your head with your eyes closed. "No? Sorry, I didn't mean to summon you-or any demon. It was not my intention tonight."

Then you open your eyes and get a good look at the demon you've accidentally summoned.

Holy shit that's Alastor!?

Now your brain is having a whole moment.

Never mind the summoning, how the fuck did I open up a portal and bring a fictional character into the 3rd dimension!?

"Um, who are you?", you ask, just wanting to make sure your brain wasn't making any of this up.

"Oh, how rude of me! My apologies, I am Alastor!"

It could be a demon with the same name?

"Radio Demon, Hell's finest radio host."

Nope, it's your animated crush. You freak out on the inside.

Honestly I'd be freaking out too.

"Um ok, nice to meet you.", you say awkwardly.

You stand up and notice he hasn't left the circle of crystals.

"Charmed, I'm sure."

"Sorry again, but can you go back home?", you ask, looking down at the crystals. "I want to try to do my spell again."

"Why of course!", he does a snap of his fingers but doesn't move. "That's odd."

"What's odd?"

"It seems that I can't leave."

And now you're stuck with a very tall demon. Good thing you live alone.

Your cat hides away from Alastor, the deer demon didn't even know you had a cat until you began searching for them.

"Where are you? Pspspspspspspsps.", you call, looking under your couch.

"What are you doing?", he asks.

"Calling for my cat."

"Hmm.. I'll have to try that with Husker."

You want to laugh so bad.

Alastor pokes at the crystal barrier, getting zapped as he does so. "Could you perhaps move one of these? I'd like to get out."

"Will you respect the house rules?", you ask.

He better.

He thinks it over for a moment or two. "Yes."

You tell him the house rules before letting him out.

Now you have a demon roommate. That is until you can figure out a way to get him back home.

The next day comes, and when you wake you find your cat sitting on your bed, staring through door.

"Glad you're back.", you mumble and pet them.

Stepping out of the room, you almost forgot about Alastor. Almost.

"Good morning!", he says with a wide smile. "I hope you had a proper rest."

"Am I still sleeping?", you ask, looking for something in the room that felt out of place.

"You're very much awake! Come sit, I've made you breakfast."

Your brain can't really grasp him in such a domestic moment, but you do as told and sit at your two person table.

~✨

You hide all the fanart and merchandise that has to do with Vivzie's work. You have to change a lot of your devices backgrounds.

Alastor and your cat do start to get along.

He asks about your radio. "What are all of these extra bits?"

"It's a record player, and a radio. It can also play CDs and cassettes.", you explain and demonstrate how to properly use it.

"Fascinating."

Sometimes when a good song is playing, he'll pull you into a dance.

He takes over the cooking most of the time.

Working on a spell? He'll help you out with it.

Unwanted house guests? Oh no, they've been spooked into leaving.

Coffee is made every morning. Tea as well if you prefer that.

One day you decide to help with the cooking.

"It's no trouble at all.", he says. "Just wait for the food."

"I'm gonna be stuck with not knowing how to make food when you leave, let me at least learn by helping."

He can't really argue with that, so he lets you help.

Let's get cookin'

Both of you end up cooking together more often and trade recipes.

Then you go grocery shopping after making sure he won't kill anyone unless its absolutely necessary.

"What if you encounter a thief?"

"Depends on what they take. I don't really care about money."

"What if someone assaults you?"

"I can take care of myself, they just have to throw the first hit."

"What about a rapist trying to lay a hand on you?"

"That one you can kill without a second thought."

You finally get to see his human disguise. Yes, he looks handsome as hell. A lot of heads turn in the grocery store when you both pass by.

There was almost a grab-by with an old woman. Thankfully you were able to move him away before she could pinch his bottom.

"Ew.", you said scrunching your nose. "Let's get the last thing and leave."

Falling in love?

I'd like to think that he'd fall for the little things.

Like when you sing, thinking you're alone. Or when you get a random spark of inspiration.

When you laugh at a corrupt person's death. And I mean laugh like it was the funniest joke you've heard. Crab rave

Your weirdness.

And the way you talk to your cat.

"I know you like fire but we can't do arson."

"Mroow.."

"I know its dumb but we live here. You can cause a fire at someone else's house."

I feel like he would wonder what you mean by that and test it out by teleporting your cat to someone's house.

"That's crazy."

"Hm?"

"On the news, someone's house caught on fire."

Cat is brought back and waltzes around the house like nothing ever happened.

"How did you get soot on your paws?", you ask after noticing the little trail your cat left behind.

You look around to see if the cat did cause a fire.

This is if you do buy merch occasionally/regularly/ or when you get the chance.

You forgot that you bought a few new pins and almost opened the package out in the open. "Oh f-", you grab the package and run to your room.

~

Did anyone see the Hazbin Hotel news?

~Seline, the person.

ML for Alastor🎙

Wanna see more of Arson Cat? Look no further!

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[mcflymemes]

SPY / ESPIONAGE PROMPTS, PART TWO *  assorted lines from popular spy & action films

i've read your file.

i want my life back.

you'll never make it out of here alive.

we're probably never going to get that dinner, are we?

for a moment, i thought you wanted to kill me.

thanks for the warning.

it doesn't matter what you do. only matters what they think you've done.

it's not that i don't care about you. it's that i don't care about anyone.

let's make a deal.

you said you could help us.

there are no accidents. we create our own fate.

you see through people.

adversity is a great teacher.

it's so rare in my line of work to find someone who's just there to listen.

rescind the kill order.

you know, i'm really starting to not like you.

the world is run on secrets.

if you run, you die.

trusting a thief can be dangerous.

i'm a good guy. but sometimes i do bad things.

can you fly a helicopter?

i'm glad it was convincing.

i've been building a profile on you.

this is what you are meant to do.

they knew my name.

oh, you made it. thank god.

it's not what time steals... it's what it leaves behind.

i will do what is asked of me.

the news will tell them there will be no more secrets.

it's a simple mistake.

i thought you'd be back by now.

i think one day you will understand.

don't give them all of you. that is how you survive.

did you really think i was going to give you that list?

oh my god, i think i fucking love you.

you don't get to come in here and try to fix everything.

you know where to find me.

that's what we do, right? we put ourselves in danger so that others are not.

sometimes you got to work with people you don't want to eat with.

i have the name of the mole.

don't give me that shit. you were gonna leave me?

i trust you about as far as i can through you.

where the fuck are you?

why does someone want you dead?

you have the power to decide whether i die in vain.

after you turn me in, you will be a hero.

are you good guys or bad guys?

in six months, the information you have will be obsolete.

let's go home.

even if i did partner up with you, we'd still only have one brain.

trouble never sends a warning.

you want answers? get back in the car.

you said you had answers.

i never worked for you.

we're not partners. this is a marriage of convenience.

i'm putting you on leave, effective immediately.

i'm my own bitch now.

do what you can to stay alive.

you must become the missing piece, and they will tell you anything.

the world can burn for all i care.

i wish you the very best... for at least six months.

we're all gonna die one day.

there's another life waiting for you if you want it.

i never had a single day of freedom.

you're not made.

you can have excuses or results. not both.

i warned you about him.

are you going to lie till the very end?

let me help you with your bags.

it's only for tonight.

it's nearly impossible to disappear in the world we live in today.

you knew what would happen once i got into that room.

you've got some balls breaking in here.

you worked for me.

you were too fucking scared to do it yourself.

you must learn to sacrifice for a higher purpose, to push yourself beyond all limitation.

you're wanted in 18 different countries.

we're armed because we mistrust each other.

the world is in chaos.

truth and lies. people like us don't know the difference.

who won? and what was the fucking game anyway?

they will come after you, wherever you are.

tell him i have what he wants.

when you tell the truth, you look different. your eyes change.

[ashes-writing-corner]

Hey guys! I've been sick lately so I'm back with a short part for Ghosts that We Knew. Reader gets sick and attempts to make tea. Ghost encourages reader to do it right lol

No warnings, tried to make this one a little funnier, more light hearted.

Taglist: @stargatenovus

Ghosts that We Knew 7- tea...you're doing it wrong...

You loved your little girl. You lived for her, quite literally. She was your world, your reason to keep going. And when the poor girl was sick, you made it your whole life to make sure she got better. 

Even at the cost of your own health. 

Kids were kids, and someone was always gonna wind up going to school sick, spreading it to everyone. But sickness travels, and just as Ellie was getting much better after a bad cold, you were knocked on your ass. Coughing, sore throat, the whole thing, you got it. Thankfully it wasn't as life threatening as it was after you had your transplant. You were paranoid about illness and the like for a year after the surgery. Thankfully you had a strong immune system and took precautions as much as you could. Nowadays you were a lot less paranoid, with the possibility of organ rejection (mostly) eliminated. 

Regardless, you felt like crap now. You had the whole package, and now couldn't safely work on orders, which royally sucked. Ghost was thankful those days were behind him, the one benefit to being dead. The one thing he didn't miss. 

He watched as you entered the kitchen, blanket wrapped around your shoulders and in your most comfortable pajamas. He observed only a moment as you struggled to open a nearby cabinet to grab a mug and he knew exactly what you were about to do. 

And you were about to do it wrong. 

Again. 

You grabbed out a box of fruity tea bags, clearing your throat a bit to try and ease the scratchy feeling in it. You grabbed out a peach bag and set it in the mug. Absent-minded, you filled the cup with water most of the way and, to Ghost's dismay, put it in the microwave. 

Again. 

No, no, no! He was NOT going to stand for this! He understood you were sick but there was no need to ruin tea like that. The microwave stopped suddenly and you looked around. 

"Ghost…I swear to God if that's you" you tried to reset the microwave but a cold blast grabbed your hand, "Dude! Seriously?! Of all things, you're gonna have a stick up your ectoplasmic ass about this?!". 

No response. Then you remembered that he had used a lot of energy to interact with you a short time ago. You sighed and rolled your eyes. 

"Hold on, let me go grab my phone…" you peeled off into the bedroom to go get it so you two could properly communicate. 

Ghost waited for you, keeping close to the accursed microwave. You were making your tea wrong and he needed to make you see the error of your ways. Sick or not, there was no excuse in his eyes. 

"Alright…what's got you in a tizzy now?". 

Tea. Wrong. 

"What?"

Make. 

"Seriously? There's no right or wrong way to make tea! Dude cmon my throat is killing me and the heat would help". 

Kettle. 

"Ghost…I'm not playing this game. Stop disabling my microwave and just let me do this-"

The lights began to flicker, electronics going a bit haywire. Frustrated, you pinched the bridge of your nose. 

"Alright! I'll do it in the damn kettle…fucking Brits I swear…"

Soap. 

Well that was random. It took you by surprise as you turned to your phone. 

"Soap? Dude, it's clean, I promise. Or are you saying I need soap? Eh…not gonna lie a shower might actually do me some good. I'll think about that". 

He still wondered about his old teammates. Did they still think of him? He hadn't seen Johnny in years, about three…maybe four at this point. He wondered how the sergeant had changed. Was he still the fun loving, carefree friend that he somewhat envied? Did he still have a heart for others? Ghost always thought that was a rare thing. He shook his head, no point in dwelling on the past or what could be. You and Ellie were his priority now. And it wasn't like anyone had made him one before everything went to hell…

"I am not about to put milk in this. It comes out clumpy if I do" your voice pulled him back like an alarm. 

Cream.

"I can't add anything but sugar to this. It'll get clumpy and gross. Don't want that" you argued, "if it was a different tea then yeah definitely". 

Kind?

"What kind am I making? Peach. Peach and raspberry are my favorites" you told him. 

Lavender. 

"Lavender tea? Are you kidding? That stuff tastes like soap…" you stuck your tongue out in disgust. 

Smell.

"Eh…I guess the smell is okay. I like the smell of actual Lavender rather than the artificial crap they put out". 

He couldn't argue that. In life he thought the smell of lavender was too strong. It was even worse now as a ghost, with his advanced smell and all. 

You had gotten out a new cup and tea bag and waited with the blanket still wrapped around yourself as the kettle finally went off. You rolled your eyes. 

"Another reason I hate doing that" you moved it to the other side of the stove, "hate loud high pitched noises". 

Nonetheless, you put some sugar in the cup. Ghost counted at least five, a bit much in his opinion, but he wasn't about to judge. He had made your life difficult enough already. 

"Did it your way. Are you happy now?" You asked with a hint of sarcasm. 

Yes. 

"Good, cause I'm never doing that again". 

We'll see…

This totally means he intends to "train" you on making your tea right. This was based on a conversation I had with my sister the other day and she thought it was hysterical. Anyway, being sick sucks and I hope yall are okay.

If you like my stuff please consider following, liking, commenting, and most importantly reblogging. Thanks friends and followers ^.^

-Ash

[necros-writing-stuff]

Such Sweet Ignorance: Collabo'ween Day 16

GN!Reader/Blaine Wiley (Male Sugar Daddy Energy Vampire OC).

Warnings: There's a sense of dread through this one; Financial control; Heavy anxiety for reader; Emotional manipulation; Fear of dying; Reader is suffering from something similar to chronic fatigue.

Word Count: 2739.

Notes: This one is far more horror than smut with a creepy element to it. There's like three lines of smut lol. It's in first person and made to be like a journal entry.

With the power of hindsight, it was blatantly obvious how many red flags this man has. But I was broke and desperate, so I went along with what he wanted anyway. 

Hello to anyone who might be reading this, by the way. I'd appreciate it if you're some scholar from a couple hundred years into the future, peeking into the past via the journal of some random person. If you're someone closer to me then this will be quite awkward and I'm gonna have to ask you to stop here. I don't think I can look people in the eye after admitting the things I'll admit here. Though after everything I've learned, someone I know now could be reading this hundreds of years in the future.  

But I have to get it all off of my chest. I have to do it this way because if I pay for a therapist then he'll find out and make me stop seeing them even if the meetings are only over video calls. This is the first time I’ve been away from him for more than a couple of hours in many months. 

It started last year, sometime around mid July. I was at the local library, using their free wifi when he'd sat down across from me. He'd only smiled at me then before reading his own book while I typed something up on my laptop. 

We had a few more meetings like that, and I'd grown used to him being there. I'd seek him out when I'd enter the building and feel giddy when we'd make eye-contact. He was so handsome, dressed modestly but you could tell he had money just based on the make and materials of his clothes. Auburn hair. Blue eyes. Well built but not so cut that you'd think him vain. And he was looking at me.

He broke the silence first, asking me what I was writing. I wanted to lie, badly, because it was a romance novel that I was thinking of self-publishing just to make some cash on the side. Plenty of people will buy terrible romance novels and defend them with their lives if they have tropes they love and hot enough male protagonists. 

For a reason I still can't explain, I told him the truth. A pattern that would continue, as you'll see. 

I was waiting for his nose to scrunch up in disgust, my shoulders tensed so bad that I could feel the knots forming in the muscles already. Instead he smiled and asked if he could read some. 

Yet again, I let him move around the table and sit beside me. I let him read what I wrote. And holy fuck was it a surprise when he started giving input on how to make it better than it was. 

"My mother was a publisher, I used to do my homework at the kitchen table when she'd review all the things she'd get." Then there it was, the nose scrunch. "I… I kinda ended up loving some of those novels because of it." 

Handsome, well-off, a lover of romance novels, a seemingly good relationship with his mother. People say hook-line-and-sinker a lot. This was an anchor tied to my ankle as he kicked me off the boat into Mariana's Trench. The books he'd been reading across from me were all horror, but the ones he'd kept in his bag to read at home? Soft, smutty romance. 

I never asked why he always ended up at the library at the exact same time as myself. Knowing him as I do, I'm sure he'd have come up with an excuse that I couldn't refute, one I'd accept without blinking an eye. But I'm still disappointed that I never asked once. 

Blaine Wiley is his name. An art appraiser - older than me but so kind, supportive and patient that it didn't matter in the slightest. 

We became fast friends, especially with how open I felt I could be with him and how open I thought he was being with me. Everything I told him, he came back with something personal of his own. Never in that "I'm one-upping you," way, but in a "I see you, I know what it feels like too," way. 

I had family problems? So did he! His sister was always at his throat. It's why he valued my friendship so much, he'd said. The notion of found family was one he identified with heavily after his mother had passed.

Naturally, we ended up dating. That restaurant was so expensive. I wanted to hide behind Blaine the entire time we were there. Expensive suits and bespoke dresses were everywhere while I was in an outfit I'd thrown together from a charity shop. Yeah, the outfit was expensive at one point. But not anymore. I was a drowned rat amongst groomed cats.

Somehow Blaine had made me forget about all of those worries. We'd hardly been able to stop talking long enough to eat (and the food was delicious). Even surrounded by absolute opulence, he remained all that my attention could focus on. 

I couldn't not follow him home after such a lovely date. I couldn't not let him lay me down on his bed, strip my clothes from me and go down on me like that meal we'd shared was but an appetiser. He was so thorough and selfless. 

My nerves returned once we'd finished - waiting and waiting for the other shoe to drop, to be kicked out of his bed now he'd gotten what he'd wanted. Instead, I was trapped in one of my very own novels. Blaine asked me to stay the night, his arms holding me close as we slept. He made me breakfast. He drove me home and kissed me goodbye with a promise to see me again. 

More dates followed, as well as many nighttime trists (and some in his car in dark car parks). He paid for everything. Insisted on it. He didn't have to worry about his bank account but I did, so why should I pay? In fact, why don't I let him give me money just because? 

Another moment where I should have ran. The writing was right there on the wall and I chose to walk past it like it was nothing but a graffitied cock. I feel so stupid - so full of shame - and I should be shouldn't I? I should feel disappointed in myself. I've been a fucking idiot and now it's far too late. 

Sorry. I'm getting ahead of myself and far too emotional. I’ll just keep going.

As you can guess, I took the money. I tried to turn it down, but he was so hell-bent on "taking care of me," that I folded quickly. No one has ever taken care of me. I barely take care of me. It was just so nice to not have to worry about having hot water or food in the kitchen. 

Three months is how long it took him to convince me to move in. The gifts and money got more and more expensive until he proposed it. His logic seemed sound; I was basically there every night, he was paying my rent and for my lifestyle anyway. I could leave any time I'd like if things didn't work out. He just wanted me to be safe and comfortable while I wrote. Once my book was out he was sure I'd have a good stream of revenue - hell, he could set me up with a publisher if I really wanted. 

From a one bedroom flat with a teeny tiny kitchen and no bath, just a standing shower, to his two-floored suite at the top of an apartment complex. His bath is a fucking hot-tub. It bubbles. You can see the entire city from his windows. He has his own personal bar in the kitchen and 4 ovens. 

My lifestyle was completely flipped. Rich clothes, days spent writing with an incredible view, relaxing baths while sipping drinks Blaine mixed for me at the bar, cooking with fresh ingredients from high-end boutiques. 

Blaine mostly worked from home, but when he’d leave he’d return from work and see what I'd done before sharing his own day. Often he'd come home with a necklace, a ring, new shoes or clothes for me. Always, I was on his mind. Always, I was his to pamper and love.

Somehow, even with how unbelievably relaxing my life had become, I'd end each day more exhausted than the last. I'd wake up with headaches that doctors couldn't explain. I'd just keep chugging vitamins and hope that it would stop eventually. 

Things started cracking when I wanted to go to a friend's party. Not even a close friend, just a fellow writer who'd stayed friendly with me over the years. A male writer. Blaine had tried to hide his true reason for keeping me home behind having a date planned. Deep down I knew it was jealousy. Deep down, I knew I should have ended things there or at least insisted that he consider why he felt so insecure about it.

I stayed home. I said my apologies to my friend and sent a gift through the mail. Blaine took me to an art opening the night of the party and introduced me to all of his friends instead.

It was hell. Anxiety had been a companion for most of my life, holding my hand anytime my thoughts would run away or even when I would simply step outside. It came back tenfold at the art exhibition. I felt like a piece of meat (though not due to Blaine's actions, surprisingly). His friends would peer over me with this knowing look before smiling or sipping their drinks. It only made me cling further to him. The one source of familiarity and comfort.

A breakdown followed when we got home. I was so tired and scared - I couldn't explain either - but Blaine simply held me and told me that the reasons why didn't matter right now. We'd work it out together, we'd get better together, but right then I should just let it all out. I could talk when I wanted to, but not feel forced to do so before I was ready. 

Perfect. Everything he did and said was perfect, and I fell asleep wrapped up in his arms again that night. 

I'd describe myself as agoraphobic these days. That previous anxiety I'd harboured had only grown in Blaine's custody. It was purposeful how he kept me inside without him, how he only took me out when it was a big thing with people whose lifestyles I couldn't connect to. Who I felt ashamed to open up around just in case they judged me. Events that made me have further breakdowns when we’d get home or even when I’d sit down in his car at the end of the night.

If his friends detested me, would Blaine leave? My only source of comfort? I couldn't let that happen. 

I don't leave the house anymore. I tried a few times after all of those parties to smile my way through meetings Blaine took me to, but it just drained me further until I collapsed. Literally collapsed. More tests were done on me at the hospital, but still they couldn't find anything wrong. 

Blaine left for a week on a trip to Oslo. Since he's left I've been getting my energy back bit by bit every day. I've needed it after what I found him doing a few nights before he left. 

Usually, I sleep through the night like a rock. The fire alarm going off wouldn't wake my eyes open. Something did wake me up last week. I don't know what or why, but when my eyes fluttered open I thought I was trapped in a nightmare. 

Blaine's hand was pressed against my chest, right over my heart. And it was glowing. I think there were runes shining on the back of his hand, the red light bathing our bedroom in what looked like a sea of blood. Seconds ticked by and I felt my lids lowering again as he peppered kisses on my neck. I was just so, so tired. Blaine made me so, so tired. Yet, I could barely breathe.

And alright, anyone reading might be thinking that it really was a dream. I did, at first, like I said. So I left my phone recording when I went to sleep the next night, the screen laying down so Blaine wouldn't know. He might check it when I sleep (he knows the password, he could do it anytime - he knows all of my passwords for everything). So I thought up a lie to explain it away. The screen was malfunctioning and clicking on things without any input. Maybe he could get me a new one or get it repaired. Spending money on me always makes him happy. 

A phone only has so much storage, it'll only record for so long even when the settings are put on low. It recorded long enough for me to see that red light bathing the room again when I checked. Right at the end, the last few minutes. Whispers were also recorded. Blaine's whispers, soothing me, thanking me for being such a font of creativity and life. 

Have you ever heard of energy vampires? They're much less known in the western world than the classic blood-sucking vampires. But there's legends of beings that take your life from you to feed their own all around the world. I think Blaine is that. I think he trapped me to feed from me and I don't know how to get away. 

Plenty of times the thought to look through his office has crossed my mind. Plenty of times I've wondered why I've never met his sister or seen photos of his mother, why I don't know how old he actually is even though I know his birthday. And in retrospect, I realise that many of his friends I met at the art exhibition had nervous looking partners of their own. They had their own little me's. 

I never questioned him. I never thought I had a reason to. Without him though, it's like that leash around my neck has been loosened and I can think more for myself again. Not fully. I still can't step outside without having a panic attack. I can barely call for a takeaway. Apps are my best friend right now. Who knows how many creatures like Blaine are out there, waiting to prey on the innocent?

At least I had the initiative to look through his desk finally. It's such a classic thing, a false bottom full of letters. It feels fake even though I found it. Even though I read each letter and carefully put them back. Even though they confirmed everything I thought. 

They were all exchanges with people like him. Creatures who hunt for people full of drive to do something - like my writing, someone's dancing, singing, painting. Hell, one had a taste for mechanics who worked on custom cars. And how they'd drain them dry of everything. Many of their victims died. Some of them went through victims like a smoker with cigarettes. 

Blaine was one of them. He'd only keep them for a month or two before they'd pass away in hospitals from mysterious diseases that couldn't be identified. Moreover, he's been doing it for over two hundred years. Blaine wasn’t even his original name, he’d gone by dozens of names over the years. The last letter was from 1942. I guess he switched to using telephones, then the internet when it got popular. Who knows how many other victims have been held in his claws before he found me.

I don't know why I'm different. I don't know why he's let me live so long. I just know that I have to get away before he can truly take everything. 

And I'm trying. Believe me, I'm trying so hard. He'll be back tomorrow. I just need to get up and leave, to take all of my clothes and jewellery and pawn them off so I can get away. I don’t even care about finishing my book at this point - even though it’s so close to done.

I'm going to do it. I promise I’ll get away. I'll write again when I'm safe.

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Hi! I decided to write a bit for my Human!Astral AU! Some info before continuing:

• Astral uses gender neutral pronouns in this for simplicity so you don't mix them up with Yuma(It also matches a headcanon of mine AHEM)

• This is intended to be platonic keyshipping, with Yuma and Astral having a sort of sibling dymanic/relationship!

• Apis(the name used for Astral at the end) is not my idea! It comes from a thread by @keylimejuice and @toughcookiecontentcenter :D

Without further ado, let's begin!

If Yuma knew how this happened, then he would've stopped it before it even got as serious as it was at that moment.

And now there Yuma was, in his room and watching over the supposedly 'humanised' version of his friend, Astral.

He had noticed that over the past few days, 8 days if you want to be specific, Astral hadn't been acting like themselves. They looked like they could pass out at any moment but would always give an excuse like 'I'm just tired', or 'it's nothing to worry about'

But it had proven itself to be much more serious then they said it to be when they came out of the key with a hazy glaze in their eyes before fainting onto the ground and turning into a human. Thankfully, Yuma had a break from school so he was able to carry their ragdoll-like body onto his actual bed and dressed them in one of his dad's old shirts and sure, it was a bit too big on them, but it worked for the time being.

Every so often, they'd groan a bit and twitch in their sleep before falling silent again, making Yuma worry more.

As they shifted around again, Yuma noticed the way certain areas of their skin dipped, appearing to seem as if chains had been recently pushed up against it. 'Looks like the marks from… then aren't gonna leave any time soon.' Yuma thought to himself, stroking their soft hair that had fallen out of its usual spiky crescent shape.

"H-Huh? Where am I…?" The voice was softer and quieter than normal, but Yuma could recognize it from anywhere.

"Astral! You're alive! I can't be any happier than I am right now!" Yuma cheered, crying happy and silly tears as he hugged Astral tightly, extremely confusing them and scaring them.

'Astral' shoved Yuma away in confusion and curled into a ball on the corner of the bed. "Who are you even talking about? Who are you?! Where am I?!"

This caught Yuma off guard. "Wait, what? Astral, this isn't funny! Stop joking around!" "Who is this 'Astral'?! My name is…. Wait, what's my name?" 'Astral' spoke, causing even more confusion for the both of them.

"You don't remember your name? Or anything?" Yuma said, his breath getting shaky. 'Astral' looked over to the boy with sympathy and looked down in shame. "Yes, I don't remember myself, you or what happened before. I'm sorry."

Yuma sighs before smiling again, but even 'Astral' could tell that his face didn't depict how he actually felt. "It's fine, you couldn't help it. I guess I have to introduce myself to you again, huh?"

"Yes, but before you do." 'Astral' says before touching their chest and flinching, they definitely touched the scar that no.96 left on them. "It seems like you knew me before now so I wanted to ask you, what was I like back then? Did I have many friends?"

'If I tell them about the Astral World and what happened then they would be worried, so maybe I should lie?' Yuma pondered before deciding to go with his gut and lie. "You were really kind! But you were really shy as well so you didn't really have any friends other than me."

'Astral' slowly got out of the foetal position and crossed their legs and Yuma told them about how they 'used to be'. It seemed like they were believing what he said, which made Yuma relieved.

"I sounded like a very nice person, thank you for reminding me…. Toma, was it?" 'Astral' said, reminding Yuma of their first meeting with each other and causing a bit of sadness.

But he quickly recovered and responded with a silly shout. "I've already told you, it's Yuma! Yu-ma! Yuma!" This caused 'Astral' to widen their eyes in shock before covering their ears and shuffling back on the bed.

Yuma was quick to realise what he did wrong and began to apologise profusely for startling them, making them slowly uncover their ears and their eyes softened before speaking again.

"Ah- I'm sorry I reacted like that, I have no idea what brought that on.." Yuma, of course, knew that Eliphas had something to do with that reaction.

"Also" 'Astral started, not giving Yuma any time to respond before talking again. "I know this may sound a bit silly, but, what is my name? I heard you call me 'Astral' and I'm confused." "Oh! Uh, Astral is your original birth name! But you never really liked it, so me and your other friends always just called youuuu… um, Apis! Yeah, we all called you Apis!

Yuma knew he was lying through his back teeth, but he felt like he had to do this at least for a while. He wanted to give his friend real happiness and a true sense of belonging, and that included a name of their own which wasn't just their home planet.

"Apis, huh? I have a very lovely name.."

[xxx-nikki-slaughter-xxx]

But, I'm A Medic

Synopsis: Valeria tells Maria something that makes her super sad and Rodolfo comforts her

I STILL DO NOT SUPPORT THE MILITARY, also I used Google translate for the Spanish parts

Warnings: angst, unrequited love, gay shit

Chapter 2: I love her, but she doesn't love me

Chtr 1

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It's been about two months now and in those months, I've become one of the top ranking medics, also me and Valeria have gotten closer, to the point where she has started calling me little nicknames, I would consider her my friend.

I'm currently fixing up Valeria's arm, after she got shot training today. " I'm starting to think you like getting hurt, Val" I say, cutting the bandage. " What makes you say that, cariño" Valeria says confused. " You could of easily dodged that bullet, but you didn't, it looked like you moved your arm directly in front of that bullet" I say slightly irritated. Valeria that looks to the other side of the room. "Maybe I did, maybe I didn't" Valeria's face turning a little red.

We were silent for a second, Valeria then grabbed both my arms, in excitement, looks me in the eyes. She had a big grin on her face and said to me.

"I just remembered, Alejandro asked me out, isn't that amazing, Chica" as she says that, I get this terrible feeling in the pit of my stomach, like a feeling of wanting to throw up.

" Yeah, that's great, Val" I say, trying to sound happy for her and Ale. Valeria then gave me a super tight hug. I could tell she was happy that I supported her new relationship, considering I've been friends with Alejandro since we were children, and I Val's newer friends.

"Our first date is night, can you help me pick a dress? I only have 4 options but I want the best option is" Valeria says, sounding abnormal happy.

"Yeah, of course, umm, can you excuse me for a minute, I need the restroom really quick" I say standing up, not waiting for her response, speed walking to the restroom. I'm half way to the restroom when tears well up in my eyes, I pick up the pace.

I grab the door handle, walk into the bathroom and lock the door behind me. The tears flows down my face, intensely sobbing, hands covering my face, as i sit on the floor.

I hear a knock on the door

"¡VETE DE AQUÍ!"

"¿Qué pasa, hermana?"

It's Rodolfo

"Nada" I lie

"Está mintiendo, Señora" he says seeing straight threw me

"Pues, Valeria me lo acaba de decir, ella y Alejandro están juntos y creo que estoy enamorado de ella"

"Alejandro told me the same thing last night" Rudy says sounding extremely disappointed, heartbroken even

"Dios, los dos somos idiotas, ¿no?" I say laughing a bit twords the end of the sentence

"¿Puedo pasar, mija?"

"claro, hermano"

I than reach up to unlock the door and move away from the door, Rudy opens the door and sits next too me. I wrap my arms around his waist, resting me head against his chest, more tears running down my face. Rudy was absent-mindedly rubing my back, his head on top of my head.

"What are we gonna do now, Ruru"

"I don't know, Mari"

We stayed like this for at least an hour.

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I was face down on my top bunk, face in my pillow. Valeria than storms into the room and starts to make a bunch of ruffling noises.

"Mari, my date with Ale is in 20 minutes. Does this dress look nice"

I look up at her, only the top half of face showing the rest still in the pillow. She was holding a pink short dress, it looks skin tight.

My heart starts pounding in my chest, while at the same time, it starting to hurt. I want to scream. I wish she was wearing that to a date with me, but of course not, she could never love me. Just my best friend.

" It looks great, Val, he'll love it" I say, looking away for her, not wanting her to see the tears in my eyes

A few minutes pass

And she says to me

"Bye Mari, I'll see you later tonight"

As soon as I hear the door close I start crying my eyes out

I had fallen deeply in love with her

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If you liked this please reblog it. I worked so hard on this and I want people to see my hardwork

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Broken Hearts Football Club | Chapter 6

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"We shouldn't be going out tonight, Leah."

"Why not? It's New Year's Eve!" 

"Because we both are playing in two days. We should be resting."

"Don't be a party pooper, June. It'll be fun, you'll see."

"Yeah, we'll see" she sighed. "Where are you taking me?"

"To this new club the girls were talking about the other day. It apparently is very exclusive, you need an invitation to go in."

"And you got us one?"

"I did. Perks of being Leah Williamson and June Maxwell" she smiled. "Oh, shit."

"What? Why are you looking at me like that?" 

"You look amazing, June. Like… wow. If you were into girls, I would definitely hit on you. I may actually hit on you even if you aren't."

"You're gonna make me blush, Miss Williamson" she smirked.

"You're welcome, Miss Maxwell" Leah replied with a matching smile. "And you know, we should take a photo together and post it, show the world how hot we look to welcome the new year."

"Do we really have to?" June said.

"Yes, come here."

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"Fucking hell, bro."

"Uh?"

"Look" Mason said, showing Ben his phone. "Can you imagine we cross paths with them tonight?"

"I hope not. I don't want to start the new year with June Maxwell around me."

"Not even when she looks this hot?"

"She looks ok" Ben said. But that was a lie. She looked stunning.

"Ok? Just ok? Chilly, she looks fucking hot. I know you don't like her, but you can't deny it."

"Meh" he shrugged.

"Well, unlike you, I'm not blind and I would not mind starting the new year with her around me. And on me. She is fire, bro."

"Mase, I don't care about Maxwell's sexual life. Besides, didn't she break your heart? Why do you want to sleep with her again?"

"Because one, she looks amazing, two, I haven't been with anyone in months and I'm horny as hell, and three, we already know what the other likes and how. It will be perfect." 

"But you could have any of the other girls you've been with, you know? It doesn't have to be her."

"Jealous?" Mason asked, arching an eyebrow.

"Of course not!"

"Then why does it bother you if I sleep with her or not?"

"Because you two already have history and you are my best friend. I worry about you."

"Sure, Chilly. Sure" Mason laughed.

"Whatever" Ben replied, rolling his eyes. "Anyway, are we leaving or not? I'm sure it is gonna be packed since it is a new club."

"Yeah, yeah, we are leaving. But imagine that we actually see them..."

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"Three, two, one… Happy New Year!" everyone at the club screamed.

"Happy New Year, June!" 

“Happy New Year, Leah!" she replied, hugging her friend. "But I need to go to the bathroom."

"What? Already?"

"I've been peeing myself since last year!"

"June!" Leah laughed.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself" she shrugged. "Wait for me here, ok? Don't go anywhere."

"What if I cross paths with the woman of my dreams?"

"I thought I was the woman of your dreams."

"And you are, love. Just not tonight."

"Ok" June chuckled. "Try not to disappear. There are so many people here…"

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"Hey, careful!" June said after someone pushed her.

"Watch where you are going, bitch."

"Excuse me?"

"Are you deaf or something… bitch."

"Say that again if you are brave enough."

"Bitch" the other girl grinned.

"You…" but June couldn't finish her sentence or do what she wanted to do,  someone grabbing her by the waist and away from the girl who was insulting her. 

"I knew you weren't the cleverest of them all, but getting into a fight in a club's bathroom? That's beneath you, Maxwell."

"Chilwell? What are you doing here?"

"Saving you from showing up at your next game with a black eye. You're welcome" he smiled.

"I didn't need saving, I had it all under control."

"Sure" he chuckled.

"I did" June replied, crossing her arms over her chest. That was when Ben finally dared to properly look at her. She had looked hot in the photo Mason had showed him, but it was nothing compared to how good she looked in person. When had June Maxwell gone from just a pretty girl to a bombshell? "Chilwell, stop checking me out."

"What?" he said, feeling his cheeks get warm. Thank God they were in a kind of dark corner and she couldn’t notice. 

"You were checking me out."

"I was not."

"Yes, you were." 

"Ok, what if I was, uh? What if I was checking you out, Maxwell?" he asked, taking a step closer towards her, the few drinks he had had suddenly making him feel very brave.

"That's…" But she wasn't able to find the right words. She was too distracted by the way Ben was looking at her, by how good he looked that night. His beard was a bit longer than usual, his curls completely free. Were they as soft as they looked? And his lips… Dear God, he had the most kissable lips she had ever seen.

"Now you are the one checking me out, Maxwell" he smirked.

"What?" she said with a nervous laugh.

"You are, June" he said, closing most of the space between them. "But I don't mind."

"You don't… Ben, are you drunk?"

"Intoxicated. By you" he said before kissing her, both of them feeling electricity run through their bodies when their lips touched.

"What the fuck, Chilwell!" she said, slapping him and taking a step back.

"I'm sorry, June. I'm so sorry. I don't know what happened, I just…" But he wasn't able to keep apologising, her arms wrapping around his neck and kissing him again.

[coolstorysister]

LYRIC STARTERS 1

I leave quite an impression.

Now I'm gone.

You can have them if you like.

I've been there done that once or twice.

I've been known to share.

I know I have good judgment.

I know I have good taste.

It's funny and it's ironic.

Everyone makes mistakes.

I heard that you're an actor.

Yeah, I know.

Please don't prove I'm right.

Please don't bring me to tears.

Heartbreak is one thing, my ego's another.

I beg you, don't embarass me.

I have a fun idea.

I know you're craving some fresh air.

We could live so happily.

I'm just kidding.

If you wanna go and be stupid, don't do it in front of me.

I should have listened.

Don't let them in your bed.

Maybe I'm unlucky.

Maybe I'm a fool.

My house is empty.

There's nothing left to take.

You broke me into pieces, now there's nothing left to break.

All the stars that you've been wishing on were all just satellites.

Maybe I was reckless to let you in so deep.

I thought you were the future, but the history repeats.

That ain't no excuse.

No one deserves a dagger from behind.

I'm just too afraid to say.

I'm searching in the dark.

I liked the world the way it was.

I wish it stayed the same.

The thing that never changes is things are gonna change.

They'll think I'm crazy if I say it out loud.

I keep it in and push it all down.

I'm just tryna get my inside out.

Which side do we align?

My family really needs me.

I just don't have the time.

The drugs don't work.

I'd like to cry, but all my tears are dry.

There are no words to say, but I'll try my best.

You're the altar where I confess.

It's hard, so hard to change when I've always been the same.

For you, I swear I could.

I went looking for ghosts.

Still a mark on the wall where the fist went through.

When you go back, the good and the bad come back to you.

Sometimes home is where the hurt is.

You never get away from your daddy's eyes.

They did all the fighting.

We bear all the scars.

It's the things that break us that make us who we are.

The deeper the cut, the thicker the armor.

No one left behind.

I ain't scared of death, I'm scared of losing you.

You ain't out of my league, you're out of this planet.

Damnit, if you ain't drilled into my skull...

You're like sandpaper.

Winter was a drag.

I'll love you till the summer comes back again.

You can't lie to yourself.

I've never loved a soul quite the way that I loved you.

You despise everything that I've become.

We always turn into everything we're running from.

Don't you go home this evening.

I will wait so patiently.

Nothing kills you slower than letting someone go.

I was about to start my day.

I stayed anyway.

You're the sun to me.

You come from a good place with a happy family.

The only bad you've ever done was to see the good in me.

Find someone who grows flowers in the darkest parts of you.

Don't you ever turn around!

You spoke to me so sweetly on the days I couldn't talk.

You're going to fight a war.

You don't even know what you're fighting for.

Doctor said he did all he could.

You were the last thing I had that was good.

The sun's gonna rise tomorrow somewhere on the east side of sorrow.

Let it be, then let it go.

You've been stabbed in the back.

Won't you tell me where you're bleeding from?

Know that I'll be by your side.

I know all the damage that some days in this dark world does.

I know your daddy ain't home.

You always wind up here, in a puddle of tears.

You've got nowhere to go.

They'll never make it out alive.

I've been here.

I've been up all night.

Grown men don't cry.

I remember everything.

You only smile like that when you're drinking.

You're drinking everything to ease your mind.

I always felt like I was in between something like home and somewhere far away.

How lucky are we?

It's been a hell of a week.

You're all grown up now.

Maybe I lost all hope.

I can't relate.

My "give a fucks" are on vacation.

They won't stop calling.

I just woke up from a dream.

I don't know what it all means.

Wherever you go, that's where I'll follow.

Nobody's promised tomorrow.

I'm gonna love you every night like it's the last night.

If the world was ending, I'd wanna be next to you.

I don't even wanna do this anymore.

You already know what you mean to me.

Our love's the only war worth fighting for.

I can't take this feeling anymore.

This sensation's overwhelming.

Give me a long kiss goodnight.

Everything will be alright.

There's nothing wrong with me.

This is how I'm supposed to be.

Everyone's heart doesn't beat the same.

No one really seems to care.

I read the graffiti in the bathroom stall.

I don't care if you don't care.

Everyone's so full of shit.

Are you listening?

I can't remember a word that you were saying.

I lost my faith to this.

I walked this line a million and one fucking times, but not this time.

I don't feel any shame, I won't apologize.

Are you leaving home?

I'm having trouble trying to sleep.

My eyes feel like they're gonna bleed.

My mouth is dry.

The clock is laughing in my face.

You've been searching for that someone.

You sit around feeling sorry for yourself.

Don't get lonely now.

Dry your whining eyes.

You've been thinking about ditching me.

You know where I'll be found when I come around.

I heard it all before.

Don't knock down my door.

Go do what you like.

Make sure you do it wise.

You can't go forcing something if it's just not right.

Do you have the time to listen to me whine?

I am one of those melodramatic fools.

Sometimes I give myself the creeps.

Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me.

It all keeps adding up.

I think I'm cracking up.

Maybe it's me, or maybe it's you.

Maybe I never learned my lesson.

I don't know what to tell you.

Maybe I never knew.

Not trying to make you jealous, but it looks so good on you.

I've been stuck here waiting for you.

For crying out loud!

You're wearing me out, but I love you the same.

Your heart is a maze.

All of it happened in a hurry.

Why don't you show me why you're so worried?

What's gonna help you wake up won't help you sleep at night.

Sometimes I'm not so bright.

Sometimes you're looking for a fight.

Watch what you say when you're talking to me.

The meaner you are, the harder to leave.

[despair-to-future-arcs]

Hi Kaoru and Honoka.

*walks over and taps on the man's shoulder* Excuse me, why are you yelling at mom?

Huh, oh uh...

Wait, Akane is that you? Wow, haven't seen you in a while - how you been?

I've been good, just came back from a gymnastic competition in the UK, yo mom... who is this guy?

Oh y'know, Kaoru Owari - he's your uncle and he came here to get pissed about me getting your grandparents hotel.

Only because those assholes are giving it to you because now one of your kids are successful and likely is gonna get Hope's Peak Academy's attention! I mean, you didn't show up for Yushi's funeral or even were with him when he was in the hospital, you went off to have a damn affair!

And why not? He was gonna die anyway, so fuck off and leave us alone!

Yeah, I mean hell she's pregnant and is having kids, so leave her alone dude.

Hmph, fine whatever - I can see where my parents priorities lie here and honestly they are gonna throw you out once you outlive your usefulness.

And I sure as hell not gonna stick around when that happens, I'm outta here so excuse me.

*Kaoru storms off, seeming frustrated...*

Hmph, asshole - if anything I got what was rightfully mine...

Anyway, hey Akane - happy to see you back! Sorry you had to see that whole mess, what's going on? I saw the competition on TV, congrats by the way!

Yeah no prob, anyway there's someone that wanted to see you; it's about one of the kids here - I think it's Teruko I think.

Oh really, okay just tell her come here...

Sure thing... *Akane walks over back to Honoka then moments later she comes back with Honoka*

Oh why hello, are you here meeting one of the kids I'm raising?

Yeah I am, I heard my cousin left a little girl here, she's about 2 years old, green hair and red eyes like mine? I believe the man's name was Shotaro Ishii, I'm his cousin and I was hoping to see his daughter.

Oooh yeah, I remember! Yeah don't worry, she's here - she's playing in the playroom if you want to see her.

Oh thank you, just lead me there; just need to make sure she's okay, so if you mind.

Oh don't worry, I know the place! Let's go then...

*the trio walk inside and headed for the play room...*

*looks to be drawing on some paper* ...

Ah well at least she's doing okay, thank goodness...

*they close the door...*

But looking at the house, it doesn't seem safe; are you sure she's gonna be okay here?

Don't worry, she's in good hands and is taken care of, I can assure you of that.

Unless you want to pay to get her back that is; it'll cost ya about 160,823,601,328 yen in total.

Oh I...I see, well sadly I can't afford that. But be sure she's taken care of, I want to help her but I can't sorry...

Well don't worry, will be sure to watch her so nothing bad happens, anyways I think it's time to go; I'll bring you back to the original location.

Thank you, let's go...

*Honoka and Akane left together*

[weabooweedwitch]

My sister woke up acting insane again today, i mean literally waking up and complaining we were wasting too many garbage bags and using that as an excuse to eacalate a fight, even texting us after we left after demanding we hurry and leave OUR OWN APARTMENT, rushes us back when we were just sitting at a park playing Pokemon and getting food, and one of the worst things?

she's been holding us hostage over THE HEAT. Something medically is wrong with her (not saying that as an insult, it's a fact, shes had a concussion before and maybe it damaged her ability to regulate her body temperature, or its her medicine, or something else) and we are both freezing and she says she's sweating and now she just insults us and says we're getting hot because we're high and fat and it's like. GIRL WE LITERALLY HAVE THERMOSTATS FOR OUR REPTILES CONFIRMING HOW COLD IT IS IN HERE

My poor crested gecko is having to live at his NIGHTTIME TEMPERATURE 24/7 because my physically aggressive sister is literally turning the heat off every single time we try and turn it on??? We arent allowed to control the heat in our own apartment and she doesnt even pay bills here???? Our floors are ICE COLD and she can't even feel it and says we're just imagining it??? AND insulting us???

Mom asks her to turn the heat own, the dial for which is under mom's desk, and my sister says for my mom to do it, while currently sitting at said desk, not moving

Just every day, she deliberately seeks out conflict? She starts getting better and then she starts talking to her, who even knows if he's her ex or what, and starts acting crazy

Yesterday she started an argument over the tiktok ban and said we were pro government censorship and all this other dumb bs and her and I went at it and what did she say? Turns to our mom, "someday you're gonna wake up and she's gonna have a knife in her throat"

Yeah well. While I was out with my mom today I suddenly realized she had an entire childhood of violent shit and spent a good chunk of time reminding mom what some of those things were. She's been wild for so many years we both have literally forgotten so much and when we sit down and talk about it we get depressed because she's. Literally still the same. And worse now.

Literally since we got home, we haven't even talked to her, been around her, she waits until we get home and suddenly, she's on the phone with a shelter, suddenly she "feels unsafe" despite the fact I've never physically threatened her and she's attacked me physically several times

And she's also just. I post on this blog but I'm anonymous and she'll literally share things about our family on her public Facebook because she's such an attention seeker she doesn't mind having her full name attached to her like.... starting high school level drama with the girlfriends of boys she used to date. Even our mom told me today she's been fucking embarrassed that her coworkers are gonna see all the embarrassing childish stuff my sister posts

All this girl can do is drink, do drugs, eat hot chip and lie 💀 please stay at the shelter, PLEASE