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— oh my god, derek's here! | Glastonbury Series

well here's the third part of this mini series then. i hope it doesn't completely suck ✌🏼

massive thank you to @alotofpockets and @lvnleah again for the ongoing help throughout writing this and putting up with me throwing ideas at them all the time.

pairings: leah williamson x reader!monkey

summary: the second day of the festival and leah's dealing with her hangover but of course it's more reason for monkey to be a menace

you can check out the whole masterlist here: chaos fc masterlist

also it's come to my attention that the order of it might be confusing so i'm working on writing something up to make better sense of it :)

"Goooood mooooorning!" You are kind enough to shout out loud the next morning to wake the blonde from her slumber and no doubt she is definitely going to feel somewhat rough this morning, “Good morning! Good morning!”

It is kind of her own fault for getting in that state though last night.

So, she deserves this after all.

“Wake up, wake up, wake up!” You not so gently poke and prod her until she stirs from her sleep, because you’re absolutely going to make the most of this while you can, “Rise and shine, Le!”

“Agh, Monkey,” The blonde grumbles, instantly trying to pull the sleeping bag over her face in an attempt to drown out your voice no doubt, either than or block the light on, “No, my head. Stop!”

A shit eating grin takes over your face as you try and peel back the sleeping bag, “Come on, Le. Wake up, wake up. I’m bored!”

“Then go and find entertainment somewhere else,” Leah murmurs, scrunching her eyes shut as the brightness hits her, “Monkey, I swear to god. Stop it!” She shouts as you attempt to try and pull the hands away from her face and by the look on her face, she instantly regrets it.

Snickering to yourself, you are so kind enough to not so gently sit right on top of her and continue to poke her, “You’re the one that drank probably more than your liver can handle. It’s not my fault that happened!”

The blonde huffs, showing her clear annoyance for you waking her up, “I’m just enjoyin’ myself.”

“What and lettin’ loose? Cos’ you definitely did that!” You remark, beaming a wide smile as you can’t help but enjoy the blonde looking so… dishevelled, considering how much she drank, “You’re still wearing last night’s clothes, ouch!” You note.

“I don’t even remember how I got back here,” Leah admits, slowly sitting up and rubbing her eyes tiredly before she glances around the tent, “Agh, jesus. My head is still pounding. How much did I drink?” She questions, placing her head in her hands.

“You really took full advantage that Buddy isn’t with you and the whole idea of being sensible went completely out of the window– Phew, gone!” Making the noise of an aeroplane accompanied with hand gestures, you get your point across, “I’m not sure, but it was enough for you to get absolutely hammered.”

“Oh my God,” Leah murmurs, holding her hand in her hands.

Remembering what happened the previous night, you scramble to find your phone as you pick it up and unlock it, “I do know that Holly literally had to help you back to the tent last night though and you almost ended up getting into some random persons instead, so that was funny to watch,” You pause as you flick through your photo album to find the video, “Oh! I even managed to video it as well. Watch it!”

That being said, you all but shove the phone in front of her face to show her antics from the previous night while the blonde continues to look completely mortified.

“God, no, delete that!” Leah demands as she tries to reach for the phone out of your hands as she winces at the sudden volume, “Tell me that you didn’t post that anywhere!”

“I wouldn’t dare,” You try to act innocent.

It’s not a complete lie, you didn’t share it across any social platforms… But you did send it somewhere.

“I know that look and you would,” Leah grumbles, attempting to rub her temples to ease her current headache, “Tell me you didn’t post it.” She repeats, looking at you wearily.

Biting your bottom lip, it’s not long before you can’t keep a secret, “Yeah, you’re right, I totally would… And I did, well kinda,” You admit, scratching the back of your neck, “I posted it to the group chat!”

“WHAT?!” Leah shouts and immediately regrets it once again as she winces, “Monkey, are you serious– What group chat?” She questions, trying to find her phone in the tent.

“The family one,” Grinning proud of yourself, you switch to the family group chat that you are in amongst the rest of the Williamson/Baker clan and show Leah the chat, “Your brother found it hilarious. See?” You ask the grumpy blonde.

“You’re such a little menace!” Leah mutters in disbelief and shakes her head slowly, “That better not go anywhere else!” She warns, pointing her index finger directly at you.

Holding your hands up in mock surrender, you smirk slightly, “I can promise that, but I can’t say much about anyone else though,” At least your honest about that one because you could have said worse, “Anywho, can you get up and deal with the hangover, cos’ I really wanna go and watch Jamie Webster perform!”

“I’m not in the mood to go anywhere right now other than back to sleep,” Leah says as she attempts to lie back down and close her eyes.

“Nuh uh, you can’t do that,” You’re very much against the idea of that, there was so much more to do today, “Come on, Le! I happen to know the perfect hangover cure!”

“Oh, yeah?” Leah looks at you sceptically.

“To drink more, duh,” You tell her like it’s the most obvious answer, “You can’t feel a hangover if you’re just still drunk instead!” You state your idea.

The blonde scoffs in disagreement, “That doesn’t seem like a sensible option to decide.”

“Yeah, well, it’s either that or you suffer a hangover all day,” You tell her honestly while you shrug your shoulders, “You want breakfast? I got it sorted!”

“God, no,” Leah’s face instantly pales at the mention of food and you can’t help but grab the pizza box with leftovers in and shove it right in front of her face, “I’m gonna be sick– Get that out of my face!”

“Heh, why?” The mood you’re in today, you can’t help but want to wind her up about things. “Cold pizza happens to be a great choice of breakfast!”

Wrinkling her face in disgust, Leah is very much in disagreement with that one, “Ew, that’s gross, Monkey. When did you even get pizza?” She questions.

“I got it last night,” You tell her, munching on a cold slice of it, “On the way back to the tent, cos’ you forgot to feed me since you were so busy drinkin’ and all. Oh, by the way, how was the kebab?” You ask her, waiting to see if she remembers any of it.

“Kebab?” The blonde looks confused.

“This one,” You gesture to the photo on your phone that you swipe across to, “See? I knew you wouldn’t be able to remember it!”

“I… I don’t remember it,” Leah admits feeling completely embarrassed by her actions the previous night, “I don’t even like kebab meat.”

“That’s what I said!” You shout aloud in agreement.

“Monkey, my head,” Leah grumbles and covers her head in her hands again, “Lower your voice, please– How can you even stand to eat cold pizza right now?”

Shrugging your shoulders, you continue to munch on the pizza, “Hey, I love pizza and pizza loves me!” You quote the blonde’s words from an interview she did once with Sky.

“You’re seriously using my own words against me?” Leah questions in disbelief.

“Yus,” You say with a mouthful of pizza still, “Are you sure you don’t want any of it?” You offer, holding the box up in front of her face again.

“No– Get that out of my face, Monkey!” Leah grumbles, batting the box away from her.

“Safe to come in?” Holly’s voice calls from outside the tent, “I brought you some painkillers.” She adds.

“All safe in here,” You reply loudly to the blonde.

Unzipping the tent, Holly pokes her head into the tent, “Ah, good morning Le! How’s the hangover?” She teases her cousin.

“Oh it’s just peachy,” Leah murmurs sarcastically in response.

“Well you certainly did enjoy yourself last night,” The older blonde can’t help teasing her cousin still.

“I heard all about it from this one,” Leah tells her, exhaling a sigh as she winces, “Please tell me you’ve got painkillers?” She asks.

“I do indeed,” Holly chuckles and passes the packet to Leah along with a bottle of water, who doesn’t hesitate to pop them in her mouth and wash down with water, “So, no round two today then, eh?” She jokes.

“Absolutely not, I don’t think my liver could handle it, honestly,” Leah says honestly as she screws the lid back on the bottle.

“You drank enough for the entire weekend,” You snicker in amusement.

“I haven’t felt this rough in a while,” Leah groans as she does no more than try and lay back down, shoving what she thinks is a pillow over her face until she gets a mouthful of pink fluff, “What the�� What the hell is this?” She spits it out and looks at you confused.

“Oh! Meet my unicorn… I haven’t decided on a name yet though!” You grin in triumph as you take it from her, “I got it last night while you were drunk!”

“Come on, come on!” You exclaim, try to rush the two blondes through the crowd of people to get to the other stage where you’re keen to watch Jamie Webster perform, “Hurry up, slowpokes!”

“If you expect me to run after you then you have another thing coming with how I feel,” Leah remarks in disagreement at the idea of running to catch up with you, “That one has too much energy.” She murmurs to her cousin beside her, still feeling the pounding in her head.

Holly chuckles lightly, “Paracetamol still not kicked in yet then?” She wonders.

“No, sadly not,” The blonde scrunches her face up, “God, my head. What on earth was I even thinking of drinking that much?” She questions.

“I don’t know, but you seemed to really be enjoying yourself so there’s not much harm,” The older blonde laughs in amusement at her cousin's unusual antics, “I saw the comment your brother left, so you know you won’t be living that one down now.”

“You’re not kidding there but that’s all down to Monkey,” Leah huffs and shakes her head.

“Hurry up you pair!” You shout aloud impatiently that they both seem to be taking forever to walk at the pace they are, “Come on, we’re gonna miss it!”

“Yeah alright, chill out. We’re coming,” The blonde responds, rolling her eyes, “Who even decides to have a set this early in the morning?” she murmurs aloud in protest.

Holly snickers in amusement, “Le, it’s like 11…”

“And I’m still hungover– Uh I think I’m gonna be sick or something,” Leah states as a wave of nausea washes over her and her face pales.

“Hurry up!” You can’t help but continue to be impatient, not liking the pace of the older girls when you just want to get there and watch the performance, “Hurry up! Hurry up!”

“Yeah alright, we’re coming, Monkey!” Leah huffs and shakes her head, “Honestly I swear you have no patience sometimes.” She adds.

“I wanna watch it today, not tomorrow!” You’re very impatient and you hate waiting around, so you do no more than what you're good at and make a run for it through the several people in the crowd.

“Monkey– Ow,” Leah immediately regrets the decision as she winces in pain, “She’s going to get lost– I knew I should have put a tracker on her. I’m not going to be able to find her!” She panics slightly in realisation, her eyes widening.

“She’s got her phone, I’m sure she won’t be too far ahead,” Holly reassures her cousin straightaway, “She’ll be fine, knowing her, she'll most likely be at a food stall or something.” She jokes.

Leah smiles slightly but that doesn’t ease her worries, “I hope so. That wouldn’t look good if I end up losing her here.”

“Hi, girls!” Grace greets, meeting up with them ahead of the set, “How’s the head this morning, Leah?” She jokes, having seen her state last night.

“Oh I’m feeling as fresh as expected,” Leah replies sarcastically.

Josie winces at the comment, “You look rough, mate. You were so gone last night.”

“God, not you pair as well,” Leah groans, placing her head in her hands.

“Someone had a bit too much fun last night, didn’t they?” Holly takes the opportunity to tease her cousin.

“You really were dancing like no tomorrow,” Grace chips in.

“And now you can barely stand,” Josie adds as she looks around and notices your absence, “Where’s Monkey? It’s quiet.”

“She ran ahead,” Leah murmurs, trying to not think about the worst about you running off.

“Ah I see, well no doubt you’ll find her soon enough—” Grace is cut off as you bolt back over to them.

“Oh my God, Derek’s here!” You exclaim at the highest volume possible, making Leah instantly wince and hold her head in her hands again, “Guys! Come see, follow me, follow me!”

Oops?

“Oh… There she is!” Holly jokes, shaking her head in amusement.

You don’t waste time to take hold of Leah’s wrist and not so gently pull her in the direction of where you found Derek, while the rest of the girls reluctantly follow you taking the lead.

“What in the… Who’s Derek?” Grace is left baffled but reluctantly, they follow you.

“Le, looky!” You point your index finger in the direction of the cows, “Looky! Le, it’s Derek… And he’s got a brother as well!” Your excitement is given and you can’t help but the loudness of your voice.

Leah on the other hand isn’t as thrilled, “Monkey, please… Not so loud. My head is fragile this morning.” She tells you, trying to rub her temples to ease it.

“You only have yourself to blame there,” You state, shrugging your shoulders carelessly before you turn to look at the makeshift cows, “Looky! Hi Derek— Whoa! This is like, so great. Can I get a selfie?” You ask them.

Grace and Josie look deeply concerned, “Is she… What is she…” Neither of them quite know how to express their words, looking at you with a mixture of facial expressions.

“This is Monkey,” Leah murmurs, shaking her head.

“You just have to go along with what she says. It’s the best bet,” Holly adds into the explanation.

“Where is it?” Leah questions while she is routing through her purse and looks directly at you.

Standing in the line of a food stall to get something to eat before the next set which happens to be Cyndi Lauper, Leah goes to pay with her own bank card and has the sudden realisation about the fact that your bank card is missing in her purse, even if she remembers seeing it yesterday before you both left.

“I don’t know what you’re on about,” You answer, trying to act innocent.

Of course you know what exactly she is talking about, you just find it funny to mess with her right now when she is in the fragile state that she is.

Leah scoffs and shakes her head, “Don’t play that game with me, you know exactly what I am talking about here!”

“Nope, nuh uh. I literally don’t have any idea what you’re going about right now,” You tell her, continuing to act innocent as you try to play off looking confused.

“Your bank card, Monkey. I know that you have it!” Leah states, firmly. “Where is it?”

“Oh that thing,” You tut slightly as you tap your forehead in a thinking motion, “Nope, soz’ dunno. I can’t help you there.”

“I wasn’t born yesterday,” Leah narrows her eyebrows and gives you a look that you usually just cower and agree to not be such a menace, but today is a different game, “Where is it?” She repeats.

Trying to stop the shit-eating grin from your face is proving hard, “I told you already that I don’t know.”

“And I told you already that I’m not buying that,” Leah doesn’t back down as she holds her hand out for you to pass her your bank card, “I know you it, Monkey. Hand it over.”

“I don’t have it,” You continue to insist, loving winding up the hungover blonde a little bit too much.

“Monkey!” Leah raises her voice a bit and then winces in regret.

“Fine, alright, alright,” You reluctantly give in, sliding your card out of your pocket and handing it to her, “I don’t see why I can’t handle my own money. I’m perfectly capable of it!”

The blonde scoffs in clear disagreement, “Oh really? Because the giant ass unicorn that I discovered in the tent this morning doesn’t really scream that to me.”

“Well there’s also a cowboy hat and a green neon flashy light, but we won’t talk about them,” You murmur, shoving your hands in your pockets and hoping she didn’t hear that.

“And this just proves my point!” Leah looks at you in disbelief, waving her hand about in the air, “Do I even wanna know how much you spent?” She asks.

“It really wasn’t that much, I was sensible,” You tell her, honestly.

You're sort of telling the truth there, but of course you won’t mention taking out a lump sum at a cash machine just in case you find something else that you just need to buy.

“You and sensible do not belong in the same sentence,” Leah remarks while shaking her head as you both walk back to meet up with the rest of the group, “Did you know anything about Monkey’s spending spree?” She asks her cousin.

“Huh, what,” Holly takes a moment to understand what she’s on about, “Oh, no, I’m just as surprised as you are about it.”

Your eyes widen and your mouth is agape in disbelief, “Wha… That isn’t true!” You exclaim, seeing the look that Holly gave you that the blonde couldn’t see with her head turned, “Yeah no, actually, yeah, I wandered off when you were drunk last night all by myself.”

“I’m not letting you leave my sight again, god knows what else you would end up buying here,” Leah insists, shaking her head at your spending habits.

“Fifteen minutes until I finally get to see Camila Cabello live, this is like, a dream come true!” You are literally bouncing up and down in excitement over this, from the minute you found out the line-up, this is someone that you were adamant you want to go and watch live.

“I thought you said that about watching Scouting for Girls,” Leah jokes, ruffling your hair much to your annoyance of her doing that.

“Someone’s excited, huh?” Holly teases lightly.

“Duh! It’s Camila Cabello, people!” You exclaim, you don’t mean to be rude but you’re freaking out inside and you have a tendency to not think before you speak sometimes.

“Yeah we can’t tell that you’re excited at all.” Grace chips in, sarcastically.

“Roar!” You burst out with it and it does get you a few odd looks, but you don’t care, you’re way too excited about the fact you are literally minutes away from watching Camila Cabello.

Holly looks at you in concern, “Wha… You’re so weird sometimes, kid!” She tells you.

“So? It’s better than being normal though, ain’t it,” You shrug your shoulders in response.

“Well… You have a point there,” Josie chimes in.

“Hey, I’m here for a good time, not a long time!” You grin at the older girls and turn to look at Leah, “Le! Can you believe it? We’re gonna be watching Camila Cabello soon– I’m so excited I could scream!”

Leah exhales a sigh as she slides her phone back into her pocket, “Er, I hate to burst your bubble, Monkey, but you’re not going to be able to watch that,” She drops the bombshell on you.

“What?” You shout aloud, looking at her like she’s out of her mind, “Why not? Of course I am!”

“Well not unless you can be in two places at once,” The blonde explains, biting her bottom lip, “I’ve just checked the performance times.” She adds.

You stare at her confused, “What’re you on about?”

“Louis Dunford is on stage in ten minutes,” Leah tells you.

“Oh,” You frown in realisation before you shrug your shoulders, “That’s okay I’ll just skip watching Louis and watch Camila instead– I can always see Louis another time.”

Now it’s Leah’s turn to stare at you in bewilderment, “You cannot be serious?”

“Wha… Cos’ I don’t wanna watch Louis Dunford? Boo hoo!” You joke, winding her up about it knowing that of course she’ll be passionate to watch him considering she’s a lifelong Gooner.

So are you, technically, but come on this is Camila Cabello!

Tickets to her shows are expensive, it’s not like you can watch her perform at the drop of a hat when she is on tour.

“Whoa, okay, alright. I’m gonna pretend like you didn’t just say that,” Leah clutches her hand over her heart, “Come on, we’d better head over there now. Girls, which stage is it again?”

“Left field,” Holly states.

You furrow your eyebrows and cross your arms, “I don’t get why I can’t just stay here and watch Camila Cabello, she’s better!” You insist.

Probably a bad idea to say these direct words to the blonde, who looks at you deeply offended.

Oops… You did it again.

“Enough of this nonsense, Monkey,” Leah clicks her tongue in disagreement, “You play for Arsenal, you’re my kid– You’re going to come and watch Louis Dunford perform. I will take you to watch Camila Cabello another time!” She insists.

“But Le. you don’t get it– This is Camila Cabello that we’re talking about here, this is like a once-in-a-lifetime chance!” You try and get your point across, because this really is a whole different experience to witness but no, of course you’re not allowed to watch it because you’re stuck with a blonde that all but bleeds Arsenal and god forbid you disagree with watching him.

“Well in this case, consider that Camila Cabello is cancelled today because you’re not missing out on the chance to watch Louis Dunford!” With that being said, Leah’s all but dragging you across the other side of the field to the left field stage where Louis Dunford is set to perform.

“Lighten up kid. What’s with the long face?” Holly jokes, nudging you lightly when she sees you looking miserable still, “Nobody should be this unhappy about going to see Coldplay!”

“This is my sad face because I’m well, sad,” You murmur as you keep your hands shoved in your pocket as you follow the older girls in the direction of the pyramid tent to watch the next performance of the night which would be Coldplay, although you’re still upset about not being able to watch Camila Cabello perform.

“What’re you sad about?” Grace wonders looking at you in concern, but of course she already knows the answer.

It wasn’t like you hadn’t made your opinions and thoughts very clear the whole set that Louis Dunford did, you grumbled in complaint and refused to even enjoy listening to the music.

No matter how much Leah tried to encourage you to join in, it wasn’t like you could do much to escape when the blonde had her arms wrapped around your neck and you were all but forced to stand there for the better part of 40 minutes.

Although you may have found yourself singing along the lyrics to a certain song…

At least there was the advantage that Leah wasn’t extremely drunk today, sipping on her water, but that meant she was more level headed and you couldn’t sneak off like planned.

“Because somebody made me miss Camila Cabello performing live, which is literally a dream of mine and it couldn’t happen, because Malfoy over here is a diehard Gooner and decided that I needed to watch a song be performed which I’ve already heard a dozen times before!” You rant, still pretty upset about the fact that you did miss out on the opportunity to watch the women perform which is literally something you have wanted to see even through the early days when she was a part of Fifth Harmony.

Leah rolls her eyes and shakes her head, “Are you never not dramatic? You can’t seriously still be upset about this one, are you?”

“What’d you think?” You scowl at the blonde, “It’s not fair I had to miss it!” You shout aloud in protest, throwing your hands up in the air.

“I fear we’re gonna hear about this for the rest of the weekend,” Holly jokes, trying to keep the mood light.

You scowl at the older girls in annoyance, “It’s not fair though, watching Camila would have been totally sick!” You exclaim, making this a big deal because it really is.

“I’m sure you’ll get over it, Monkey,” Leah remarks, rolling her eyes again and shaking her head at your dramatics, “Don’t act like you weren’t there belting the lyrics out to North London Forever, you didn’t seem too upset about it then.”

Damn, you’ve been caught out…

“Yeah well, it’s not like I had a choice!” You threw your hands up in protest, “It still hurts, I’m pretty cut up about it inside, you know?” You state, wiping a fake tear away.

“Oh yeah, you seem really upset about it,” Leah snickers in amusement, “That’s great acting that one is, Monkey. You deserve an Oscar.” She adds.

“God, I’m ready to sit down. My feet are killing me!” Leah complains at the end of the performance, “Pretty sure I have lost my voice as well from screaming so much!” She adds.

“Mine too– I think I have danced way too much tonight,” Holly states, feeling completely exhausted.

“I can’t wait to get back to the hotel!” Grace exclaims in agreement.

You scrunch your face up and look at Leah, “See? Why couldn’t we stay in one of them instead,”

“Camping is part of the experience, Monkey,” Leah insists, grinning and slinging her free arm around you, “You can’t deny it hasn’t been fun so far!”

“Still though… At least there’s wifi there!” You whine and complain, being the typical teenager that you are and can’t survive without wifi, “I can’t even FaceTime Kyra because the signal out here is so bad!”

You’ve been wanting to FaceTime your best friend ever since you got here, but with the delay of time zones and not to mention the terrible connection, it’s been difficult to do that.

“I’m sure you’ll survive a couple more days until then,” Leah rolls her eyes in disagreement, despite the fact that she knows you really do miss your best friend.

“Kids these days, eh?” Holly teases you lightly.

Pouting at the older blonde, you’re not so keen on her teasing you, “What is the next act of the night?” You ask Leah.

“Bed time,” Leah replies, patting your shoulder.

“Wha… No way. That’s– It’s still early!” Your protests are loud, you have so much energy that you feel like you can easily run around the whole place.

A yawn escapes Holly’s mouth as she looks at you in confusion, “Kid, it’s almost midnight,” She pauses for a second to yawn again, “How’re you not tired?”

“Dunno,” You answer with a simple shrug of your shoulders, “But I haven’t even had a single energy drink either! I could keep going all night!” You exclaim, proving how wide awake that you still are.

“I’m so exhausted,” Grace remarks as she yawns.

Josie nods tiredly as she leans on her friend for help, “Yeah, me and you both.”

“Cos’ you are both old and boring,” Sticking your tongue out at the two of them, “Come on, there’s so much more to do still!”

“How… How are you still going kid?” Holly looks bewildered at your non stop energetic energy.

“Yeah, I thought you’d have crashed out on the ground for sure by now,” Leah chips in, reminding you of that eventful night in Nashville that you still aren’t able to live down.

“Wha… That only happened once!” You whine in protest, of course Leah would be the one that would bring that up again, but then again you probably do deserve it when you have been winding her up all day about her hungover.

The blonde chuckles faintly, “I was convinced it was bound to happen again today. Come on, let’s start heading back!” She gestures in the direction of where the tents are.

“Yeah, we’re gonna head back that way to get an Uber back to the hotel,” Grace chips in, sliding her phone into her pocket after you figure she has just booked it, “See you all tomorrow!”

“Night girls,” Josie waves to the three of you.

“Night girls!” Holly repeats, waving to the two of them.

Leah waves and starts to pull you gently towards the direction of the tents, “Come on Monkey. Let’s go back to the tent and we can sleep.”

Scrunching your face up in disgust, you're not too much a fan of that, “I’m not even the slightest bit tired,” You spin around in a circle and something in the distance starts to catch your eye which you want to check out.

“You might not be, but we are,” Holly speaks with the tiredness clear in her voice.

“That’s cos’ you’re both old and can’t hack it any longer!” You’re quick to fire back at them, trying to walk off in the opposite direction.

“Cheeky sod,” Holly murmurs in shock.

“Come on, let’s go!” Leah states, trying to pull you in the direction, much to your own disappointment, “Monkey, come on– No, no, this way!”

“I already told you I’m not tired, I have so much energy!” You whine in protest, “I’m free as a bird– Ooo, I wanna check that out!” Your attention is caught by neon lights that of course you want to go and look at more.

Cos’ pretty lights are great and all, right?

“You have a pretty light back in the tent, stare at that instead,” The blonde tells you, firmly as she continues to hold onto your wrist knowing full well what you are like, “You you can burn off the last bit of energy you have running round the tent for all I care, but I’m tired and I’m not going to leave you here by yourself.” She adds.

“Why not?” You huff in protest and reluctantly walk back to the tent much to your disagreement, “I could totally make friends with the hippies. Smoke a lil’ bit and have a blast!” You mumble.

Leah looks at you with wide eyes, “No, I definitely don’t agree with that. That doesn’t sound safe at all!” She’s not so keen to let go of your wrist as the three of you push through the crowd to get out of the main bit of the festival.

“Hey, Le!” You poke and prod her as she lies in her sleeping bag fast asleep, which is the complete opposite of your own wide awake state right now, “Le, are you awake? Le, I gotta ask you something!”

It’s been a few hours since you left the festival, Leah and her cousin were pretty eager to fall asleep but you on the other hand, well you can’t sleep not one bit so you spent the first couple of hours scrolling through your Instagram feed, watching several TikTok’s and you had even managed to speak to Kyra briefly which was great.

You really do miss your best friend a hell of a lot, it just sucks that you can’t see her until after the Olympics.

Now you just have the problem of being wide awake and bored, so in return now you wanna be a menace.

Leah’s had at least a few hours of sleep so it’s perfectly fine to wake her up now.

It’s only 3 am, it’s not that bad.

The blonde beside you grunts in displeasure of being woken up, “Monkey, wha… What’s wrong?” She’s half asleep as she looks straight at you, “Are you okay?” She asks, concerned.

“I can’t sleep,” You admit to her as you exhale a sigh.

“That’s it?” Leah furrows her eyebrow as she reaches out for her phone to check the time, “Monkey, I thought there was something wrong with you! It’s 3 am, it’s late. Go to sleep!”

You can’t help but huff in disagreement, “But Le, I can't sleep. I gotta tell you something” You insist, sitting up properly in the sleeping bag, “It’s super important!”

“I’m sure whatever it is can wait until tomorrow morning,” The blonde grumbles, trying to close her eyes and go back to sleep, “But for now, sleep.”

Scoffing in disagreement, you shake your head, “Sleep is for the weak.”

“Then I guess I’m weak,” Leah murmurs with her eyes still closed, “Monkey, please just go sleep.” She tells you, tiredly.

“I can’t sleep, I’m not even the tiniest bit tired!” You whine in protest, “I really do have to tell you something though!” You turn to look at her and poke her again for her to stay awake.

Leah groans and opens her eyes to look at you, “Alright, fine, go on then… What is so important that it can’t wait until tomorrow to tell me?” She questions.

Your eyes lit up glee, “Have you ever wondered about what happens when you put sprinkles on ice cream?” You question the blonde, who looks at you with a pinched eyebrow, “Like, the sprinkles on ice cream is an explosion of flavours, innit?”

“Wha…” Leah continues to look bewildered, “That didn’t make any sense at all. Monkey, is there an actual question you want to ask me?” She questions, trying to understand the way that your brain works sometimes.

“That was the question!” You exclaim against her words.

The blonde pinches the bridge of her nose, “Monkey, it’s almost 3 am now. Now isn’t the time for you to be asking daft questions like this,” She states, firmly.

You huff in protest and sit there for a few minutes in silence, “Oh, oh, I have another really important one to ask you!”

Leah grumbles and swears under her breath, “Monkey, I swear– No more questions, go to sleep. It’s late!” She tells you, firmly.

“But Leeeeeah, this one is really, really important!” You continue to insist, trying to fight the idea of going to sleep, “Like super duper important!”

“Monkey, sleep, now!” Leah tells you firmly while giving you a look that you are all too familiar with when you’re in trouble but you're not too bothered about that right now.

You have a super important question that you just need to know the answer to.

“I really need to know the answer to this one,” You tell her as you pout dramatically but you still have a ton of energy inside of you.

Leah grumbles and shakes her head, “I swear to god– What? What is it that you're so desperate to ask me? It had better be an actual question this time, no messing about!”

“Yus alright then,” You grin at the blonde, “Do you reckon that lightning mcqueen needs car insurance or life insurance?” You wonder.

Oh my God, I cannot even…” Leah pinches the bridge of her nose and exhales a sigh, “No! No more, that’s it! Lie down, close your eyes and go the fuck to sleep!”

“You swore, you need to put money in the swear jar!” You gasp dramatically, pointing your index finger at her, “Don’t be a hypocrite either!”

“I couldn’t care less about the damn swear jar right now,” Leah grumbles in annoyance, “It’s late, go to sleep, now!”

You huff in protest and shake your head in disagreement, “I can’t, I’m not tired. It’s an important question that I need to know the answer to!”

“I don’t care, I am!” The blonde replies in frustration, “I’m not listening to any more of this nonsense. Go to sleep, Monkey!” She repeats.

“One more thing…” You try to tell her much to her annoyance which you don’t quite get the memo of it yet.

“No, no, nothing else,” Leah interjects holding her hand to shut you up, “I’m not listening to any more of this. We have another full day tomorrow, so sleep now!”

“I’m not tired still though,” You whine in complaint and go back to scrolling through your phone.

“Maybe if you get off your phone that might help?” Leah murmurs as her eyes slowly flutter shut again, “Go to sleep, Monkey. I’m not dealing with you being grumpy tomorrow.” She adds.

“Sleep is for the weak, who needs sleep? Certainly not me,” You speak your thoughts aloud huffing in disagreement, “I reckon I could stay awake all night and not feel the slightest bit tired– I don’t even need an energy drink, not like I’d even be able to get away with drinking one– I can’t wait until I can finally see Buddy again. I miss her so much!”

You're yapping so much that you don’t even realise Leah has fallen back to sleep until you hear the sound of soft snores beside you, “Pst, Le?” You poke her gently as she continues to sleep, “I can’t tell if you’re pretending to sleep to ignore me or you’ve actually fallen asleep– Well guess I’ll just waffle to myself instead then.”

#woso x reader #woso fanfics #woso imagine #arsenal x reader #woso one shot #scribblesofagoonerr #arsenal women x reader #arsenal wfc x reader #woso #leah williamson x reader #chaos fc reader #chaos fc #monkey #chaos fc masterlist

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elkonigin · 7 months

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(Lostinfantasyworlds here!)

For the ask game 😁💕

🕯️ ⇢ on a scale from 1 to 10, how much do you enjoy editing? why is that?

🦷 ⇢ share some personal wisdom or a life hack you swear on

☁️ ⇢ what made you choose your username?

Hello @lostinfantasyworlds!!! Thank you for the ask!

🕯️ ⇢ on a scale from 1 to 10, how much do you enjoy editing? why is that?

Assuming that 1 is hate and 10 is love, I would have to say a 5? I don't love it, but I also don't hate it. It's one of those things where I appreciate editing because it does take the stories out of the "holy shit that's awful" first draft and into something actually worth posting.

🦷 ⇢ share some personal wisdom or a life hack you swear on

Um, let's see. Witch hazel is really great for soothing itchy and irritated skin. Dousing a fire ant bite in rubbing alcohol is the best way to kill the itch. Oh! Want to really kill a fire ant bed? Take a large stick (think broom handle) and then stir up the bed, and when the ants are really getting angry, then dump some gasoline in there and light a match. Will you get little scorched patches of earth in your yard? Yes. But those little patches of scorched earth will be a message to all the others of what you're capable of. Also, if your soup is too salty, throw in a potato cut in half and let it soak for a few minutes and then scoop out the halves. Also, season your potatoes after they've cooked or else they'll absorb the seasoning and it'll mute the taste.

☁️ ⇢ what made you choose your username?

Elkonigin comes from the poem "Der Erlkönig" by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe. It means "Lord of Death" in German. So waaay back in the day, there was a limit on usernames, and I wanted to make it "Lord of Death (in the feminine). So to write that out without the umlaut (the two little dots above the o), it would look like "Erlkoenigin". I had to shorten it considerably, so it became "Elkonigin". But yeah, that's where the name came from.

The nickname Moose came from a Hunger Games event on the FC discord where @yukinon-writes named me "Moose Onion" and then the name Moose just stuck. So thanks Yukinon!

This is from the Writers Truth & Dare Ask Game

#writer ask game

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redemptioninterlude · 2 years

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[ cheesy ] to tell my muse a cheesy pickup line ( to faye, in which shangqi makes a stupid pun about her surname and how it's, yanno, valentine's day because he couldn't resist )

valentines day prompts ( accepting ) + @masteredlegacy // shangqi using my animated fc here because i do what i waaaaant

She's just trying to steal a smoke away from everyone else. That's all. Faye struggling with the last of her DYING LIGHTER, until she managed to curse and throw the fucking thing to the side, grumbling with discontent and about to go back inside to beg one off of someone else when she almost runs into Shangqi. There, because, don't all contract whoevers and wannabe superheroes come here on their days off? Why would he be any different?

Something in the look on his face telling her that he's got something to say, and the comment makes her eyebrow TWITCH - because it's like, a terrible line to begin with, and secondly, it's so awfully and completely on brand for him that she can't even be fully angry about it the way she would any other stupid mad that dared to talk to her like that. A pinch at her brow, looking up at him with a slower shake of her head.

"ARE YOU SERIOUS?" is all she can ask, with a weighted sigh of disappointment, giving him a shove at his chest. "While I'm definitely worthy of having a whole day named after me, no. I do not have a Valentine's date, and I don't even want one. Wait." pause, an opportunistic gleam within her eye. "You gotta light?"

#masteredlegacy #❝ f. valentine ❞ ┆ canon verse ┆ you know what they say cowboy !#❝ f. valentine ❞ ┆ meme reply ┆ the past is the past and the future is the future !

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bregee13 · 3 years

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...Huh.

#*my first dtl fc loves wilfre* Me: well oops I guess lol #do I dare put this in the main tag??#drawn to life #Tbh this take is understandable but overall silly #You expect people to NOT throw their ocs at him?#This is a game where you could create and play as anything you want #How could you expect otherwise?

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everyhowlmarksthedead · 3 years

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seeing someone else.

BISHOP LOSA. MAYANS MC ┃ USEFUL LINKS

❝ request by @encounterthepast: Hello lovely Aurora, can I request angst prompt number 7 with Bishop please, thank you, 💕

❝ prompt: “Don’t you dare to lie to me again”.

❝ request by @arveeee: Hello my dear, so I was thinking, and there is one sentence to that can't go out of my head. So it is: "let me in" with Bishop (I know I'm boring). Well I believe in you, I love you , and I love your writing. Say hello to Arya.

❝ request by anon: Hi, Aurora. I love your writing sm 🥺 I was wondering if I could request an imagine with my man Bishop? I was thinking of something like the reader and him being in kinda like a friends with benefits situation, but she decides to break it offf because she’s really upset. And maybe Bishop doesn’t understand so she eventually explains to him that she wants more out of their relationship and he reassures her they are more and they always have been? Maybe leads to like soft/romantic smut? Thanks so much!

❝ request by @meteora-fc: hello hello! so, that new trailer huh?😵 would absolutely love if you could write me something for a stressed out bishop with the prompts "Stop ignoring me, it’s driving me crazy!" and "Let me help you make it better." Thank you tons!!💖

❝ words: about 1.4k.

❝ a / n: as always, don’t forget to comment and reblog if you liked it!

Another tequila shot goes down your throat, ripping it off as you almost smash the small glass on the table. Tossing your head back as you rest your back against the sofa, sitting on the floor, you take a look around you. The gloomy has taken over your house as the night has fallen a couple of hours ago. It's the fourth night you are trying to forget about Bishop and whatever you two had. But you can't dismiss from your mind his caresses —his fingers drawing patterns on your back, his lips touring your neck with delicate kisses as if he was afraid of breaking your skin, his mustache tickling your inner thighs, his raspy voice articulating your name in moans. It's the fourth night miserably failing, remembering the last time you spent together, the way he was holding his back pretending he wasn't sad because you were leaving him.

“Obispo, it's over. Don't make a big deal. We're just friends who occasionally fucks”. You scoffed somewhat annoyed because of him and his interrogation, but how could you tell him you were falling in love with him?

“I ain't making any deal, (Y/N). I just want to know what made you change your mind and keep a wide berth”.

“I'm seeing someone else”.

"Don't you dare to lie to me”. He growled, taking a step closer towards you with the intention of stopping you from picking up and packing the less stuff you had in his house.

“Think what you want”. You replied, rolling your eyes.

The first tear flows in the left corner of your mouth not appreciably at first, but then, some more until finding yourself crying. You miss him so much. You miss watching him sleep peacefully in the small hours, drifting slightly when you caress his cheek using your fingertips. Flexing your knees to your chest, you wrap your arms around trying to contain the loud sobs, hiding your face between them. How have you been so stupid to fall for him like that? The two of you made it clear from the very first moment. Friends with benefits. But after a couple of weeks, you started to notice that he used to push away any other woman that it wasn't you, he didn't spend much time in the clubhouse preferring to do it in your house —cuddling, watching movies, playing poker; kissing every single inch of flesh covering your anatomy.

Reality hit you the moment he murmured something like you're a miracle, thinking you were calmly sleeping between his strong arms and your back stuck to his chest, no distance among your bodies. You knew it was a thing produced by the alcohol running through your veins and it wasn't fair for you to fantasize about the idea he was catching feelings for you. So you just ran away, like a coward.

Some clumsy knocks on the front door of your house bring you back to reality. At first, you try to ignore them. It's not like you're in the mood for visits, knowing that probably it's Leti at the other side of the place, worried because you haven't replied to her text all day. But she insists and insists. And you know how stubborn she can be sometimes. Serving yourself another shot and drinking it in just one gulp, because you're too sober to endure another of her Ted talks about positivism and what he has lost, you stand up on your bare feet. Everything around you spins dizzyingly for a second until you can react, feeling every knock like a hammer hitting your brain.

“I've heard you the fi—”.

Opening the door to receive her, your vocals get frozen as you face Bishop in a deplorable drunk state. Just like you are.

“Let me in”. He barks, not being able to look at your eyes, trying to pass you away to the inside, but you stop him.

“Go home, Obis—”.

“I'm home, shut the fuck up”. He frowns taking a sip from a bottle of whisky you haven't noticed till now. “You think you can kick my fuckin' ass outta your life by saying you're seeing someone else? You think I'm fuckin' stupid, queri— Were you crying…?”

From anger, his tone of voice falls to one lower and lower, as the concern and the worry cover his annoyance completely. Throwing away his drink to somewhere over the grass of your yard, he holds your face onto his palms. His touch causes you to tremble. His warm touch causes you to break into aching sobs, panting as you can't breathe properly. All this time you've been thinking you have missed him, but you didn't have a real idea of how it feels until his fingers have been laid on your wetted skin.

Bishop comes closer to you, touching the tip of your nose with his. You can smell the mixed scent of cigarettes and whisky emanating from his cracked lips, it doesn't bother you, tho. “Don't kiss me, please”.

Until this precise moment, he has loved your begs and pleads to his bones, but now he hates them more than anything he could ever hate in his life. It breaks his heart. He can't deal with your rejection one night more.

“Why…? Why can't I kiss you?” He asks desperately at the edge of his tears. “Please, stop ignoring me, it's driving me crazy. I can't even take care of my own shit without you by my side”.

Your knees feel weak at his words, still believing he only says that because you're just a good lover, the best in the sheets, as he told you once.

“I… I…” You babble nervously, trying to not place your hands on the laps of his leather kutte to finally push him into the needed kiss you've been craving for the last four days. “I love you”.

And why the confession doesn't take him by surprise? Why doesn't he look confused? Why does it seem like he already knew it? Bishop can't help but draw a fleeting grin across his face.

“Do you think I came here, falling into pieces, just because it feels like being in Heaven when I'm deep inside you?” He whispers, clicking his tongue slightly. “I didn't believe you when you told me you were seeing someone else. But the minimal thought I could have about it made me lose the less sanity I have”.

You blink stupefied at his own confession about his feelings. Your fingers tour his abdomen up in slow motion, starting to have some faith in his words.

“Mi amor…” Bishop mumbles in soft giggles shaking his head. “I adore you, mi amor. I don't want anything else than to share my life with you, and only with you”.

He doesn't wait for a signal from you to kiss your lips, he just takes what it's his. And you can't hold back a painful gasp, expelling in it all the sorrow you've been carrying for the last four days being separated from him. Your hands grip his shirt in two fists, pushing him as much closer as the two of you can be, about to melt in the same figure. All this time you have been trying to not love him, to forget him; and you were just delaying the inevitable. You are made for each other, that's a fact. Your lips fit to perfection —your bodies, your hearts.

“Tell me you love me”. You whimper against his mouth, causing him to smile because of your need of making it real by these simple three words.

“Love isn't enough to express what you make me feel”.

Bishop bends down without prior notice to wrap his huge hands on the back of your thighs, urging you to jump onto him and surround his waist with your legs. You haven't forgotten how good his warmth takes over you when he holds you like that, walking inside your house and kicking the door close. Guiding his steps across your place and its hallways, he reaches your dark dorm barely illuminated by a post light outdoors. He lies you down on your bed —a bed that has welcomed you for the last eight months in every kind of state. Drunk, tired, happy.

Now, you're a mix of them. Drunk in tequila, tired of crying, but happy for having him back for the rest of your life.

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order-of-river-phoenix · 3 years

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Better Off As Lovers; Josh Ray Person

Fandom: HBO War; Generation Kill

A/N: hi hello how are ya? I’ve arisen. Ik I’ve got some requests piled up and I will get around to them, a couple of them I started working on forever ago. I just wanted to do a little self-indulgent writing to get me going. Also I tried to make this as gender neutral as possible but if anyone had any critiques pls let me know!

Warnings: dumb boy syndrome and some language

Taglist: @stressedinadress @hellitwasyoufirstsergeant @ricksmorty @hbohmygodx @meteora-fc @vintagelavenderskies @hoosiers-hoe @mavysnavy @inglourious-imagines @warrior-healer @joe-webgott @hannahbear1 @punkgeekcryptid

**reminder: if you’ve since changed your name/url please either let me know so I can change it or change it at the link in my description; ALSO feel free to add/remove yourself as you wish**

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"Don't expect me to send you any heartfelt letters about how much I miss you," Ray teased.

"Why because you won't miss me or because you think it's dumb to write letters?"

"Both."

You punched his shoulder, knowing at least one of those wasn't true. "Please. If anything, I won't be missing you. I'll finally be able to lead a peaceful life. I mean, I'm still banned from half the grocery stores in the county—because of you, I might add—"

"Technicality," he interrupted. "You're still banned. Doesn't matter if I had anything to do with it."

"Whatever." You rolled your eyes, and you both laughed, but your chest was growing a little tight. You weren't going to say it out loud though. "Take care of yourself. I have no doubt they'll kick your ass in boot camp."

"Don't worry about my ass, Y/N." Ray was grinning now. "Although," he craned his neck around to try and peek at his backside, "I can see why you would."

You had never wanted to kiss Josh Ray Person before in your life, and you'd known him for most of it. But right now, with the thought of him being gone, a small part of you wished it would happen. A bigger, much more reasonable part reminded you why that would be a very bad idea.

"Hey," he said, his voice softening slightly at your change in expression. "No sad goodbyes, remember?"

You blinked away any sadness forming in your eyes and threw him a dumb, cheesy smile. "Do I have to spell it out for you, Ray? I'm not sad."

"Oh okay." He pulled you in for a hug, and you welcomed the embrace. "Well, if you ever do get sad and miss me, I left a copy of the band's demo in your car for you."

_____four years later_____

Ray kept himself awake with caffeine and thoughts of being home.

Both amusing and grating to everyone else, when it came to Ray, with thinking came talking. "And my best friend, Y/N—don't worry, Brad, I still love you—decided to ride around the grocery store in a cart, paddling along with a broom. We weren't allowed to even be in the Save-A-Lot parking lot for two years."

He knew if you had been there you would have corrected him. It hadn't been your idea. He dared you, and you could never turn down a dare. That was one of the foundations of your friendship.

"So... Y/N is the one you're dating right?" Trombley questioned from the back.

Ray resisted the urge to throw a confused look at the kid. However, he had to keep his eyes somewhat focused on the road ahead. "What? No. Y/N's been my best friend forever."

"Oh. Well, you talk about Y/N more than your girlfriend," Trombley noted.

"What? That's not true," Ray scoffed. "Brad, tell them that's not true."

"Person, I can't even remember your girlfriend's name, but I'm quite certain I met Y/N."

"What the fuck is that even supposed to mean? I just have more stories with Y/N because I've known them longer." Ray huffed a few things to himself about how ridiculous this was and how you two were basically siblings.

"It would make complete sense for you to be dating someone that was related to you," Brad slyly added in response to Ray's mumbling.

"Now you're just being obscene. We're not related, and besides, I'm not from that kind of town."

"Ray, you come from a whiskey tango hick town where couples meet at family reunions, and you're living proof." Brad blinked maybe twice while delivering this blow. "Now tell us more about the person you're not dating."

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You happened to be outside your own parent's home when a car stopped at the curb. You squinted, trying to see who was inside.

"Ray? That you?" you called as he rounded in front of the car to where you stood in the yard.

"The one and only."

"Well, I'll be damned. How long you been home?" You made your way to him and greeted him with a hug. Even after only brief visits over the last few years, he was still your best friend.

"Just got back today. I stopped by my parents' first and figured I'd find you somewhere."

"And you found me. How are you?" You knew that whatever his answer was, it would only be a partial truth.

"Not bad. Happier now that I've can shit in a familiar toilet.”

You laughed, knowing he’d prefer that over whatever concerns you had for him. “So—“

“I love you,” he interrupted.

Whatever you had been about to say had dissipated from your thoughts like vapor. “I... I love you too.” You frowned, realizing this was a strange moment.

That was always an unspoken truth between you two. Neither of you had ever needed to say it.

A wide grin spread across his face. And maybe... relief? “Thank God. I thought you were going to punch me.”

“I may still,” you warned, though your smile called you a liar.

“Well, while you decide on that, do you want to come over for dinner tonight?”

“Did you ask me out on a date?”

“I mean, it’ll be at my parents’ house, and my family will be there.” Ray was rarely flustered but appeared to be a little pink in the cheeks now. “But we can do something alone after.”

“That sounds nice.”

“Any time with you is a nice time,” he beamed.

You groaned and squeezed his shoulder, falling back into your comfortable back and forth. “Don’t go corny on me, Ray. Tell me I’m stupid or something.”

“You’re stupid cute.”

Internally wincing, you weren’t sure if the cringing truly outweighed how endearing it was to hear him do anything other than jokingly tease you. “What time do I need to be there?”

“Be ready by 5. I’ll pick you up.”

“Classy.”

“You sound surprised.”

“Ray, you never fail to surprise me.”

#mariah writes: generation kill #generation kill #josh ray person #ray person #generation kill imagine #ray person x reader

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chibimyumi · 4 years

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I know some people want Sebastian to have some kind of epiphany after eating Ciel's soul that alters his view of humans to a greater or lesser extent or he ends up like the live action movie, but I'm personally hoping for something more like Furutod at the end of Elisabeth where he has a brief moment of exultation and then "meh, bored now" with absolutely 0 lessons learned or "character development." What kind of ending would you, personally, want for Sebastian at the conclusion of the series?

【Related post: True victor in Elisabeth - not Der Tod】

Dear Anon,

You ask a very interesting question, thank you very much ^^

Hmmm...(。-`ω-)ﾝｰ what kind of ending would I personally want to see... I guess not too far from what you say, just with a few minor tweaks.

I think O!Ciel is one of the few contractors Sebas has had he could “cook” and “season” as much in his own history, in part because O!Ciel was really young without much factual power, and therefore more malleable. I believe that in the past Sebas mostly had powerful warlords or political figures with a steady base. I think to Sebas, those steady, powerful masters might have been more akin to buying “pre-prepped” meals in the supermarket, throw them in the microwave and maybe add more cheese and Tabasco on top yourself. The soggy celery in there though... well, it’s a bit hard to extract...

In O!Ciel’s case, Sebas basically found a raw piece of meat to be seasoned and smoked as he wished.

If that is true, then to Sebas who’s rarely had self-customised food before, he really probably would have a “ brief moment of exultation” - as you so eloquently put it. The “meh” though, I am not sure about. What you say is what I thought was happening in the finale of ‘Elisabeth’, and that would be incredibly close to how I hope Kuro will end. After reading Furukawa’s FC interview I realised that for Furutod my interpretation was off.

Furutod went “meh” because he did not “win” through his own hard work; he lost his patience and basically pulled the plug of the game, so to say. Because Furutod didn’t put in the effort, there was likewise also no satisfaction in winning. We can say about Trash Demon™ what we want, but he did work hard for his meal.

I think - or at least I hope - that after the “brief moment of exultation” Sebas will look back on his own hard work and be satisfied. But ideally the manga does not end on too happy a note for Sebas; if possible, I hope Sebas’ exultation will bleed into a mood of: “...back to normalcy again then I guess.” Judging from his utter mood of boredom when he first got summoned by O!Ciel, what he’s used to is probably most of his past contracts being boring enough that he assumed time needed to be killed. His current contract with O!Ciel will not last long, but in this short period I dare say Sebas was hardly really bored. After a short time of excitement, returning to normalcy can feel a bit empty. Like how after a day of being at a theme park you can suddenly feel like ‘normalcy’ is too quiet. If possible, I think I would like Sebas to feel short moment of slight emptiness at the prospect of returning to normalcy, but also wonder when his next ‘excitement’ will happen. That’s just me personally though ^^ This is not a prediction.

About a potential epiphany; I don’t think it likely O!Ciel’s soul will change Sebas’ view on humans. Whatever views on humans could be changed is more likely to happen during the boy’s lifetime. As long as somebody is alive possibilities continue to exist. Once dead there will be no new interactions anymore, after all, and whatever flavour the soul has that could give the demon an epiphany, Sebas was there to witness it all being made live already. Besides, his master is but one single human being; if one single human being on its own in less than two decades can change somebody’s views that has been shaped through a few thousands of years, then it really would be grossly underestimating human kind.

O!Ciel is very interesting and quite special in many ways, but hardly enough to beat all humans Sebas has seen so far. The demon is so incredibly interested in humans; if none of the humans he ever saw in his centuries of life had been more interesting or at least equally interesting as his current master, he couldn’t possibly be so interested.

Well, these were my thoughts ^^ Thanks for your interesting ask! I hope you also found my answer interesting (*´▽｀*)ノ⁾⁾⁾

#Kuroshitsuji #Sebastian Michaelis #ending #O!Ciel #soul #meal #finale #Personal opinion #Just strictly personal #not a prediction #I don't like doing prediction theories

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genevievemd · 4 years

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The Exception.

A/N: Was this what I should have been writing? No. Did I do it anyway? Yes. Because I have no self control and restarted the books again. Someone take VIP away from me.

Set after chapter 5 of book 2. Ethan finds out that MC (Genevieve) kissed Bryce at the music festival and is heartbroken at the thought that she’s moving on. (Even though she’s not. Bryce is not Ethan and Gen only wants Ethan, despite her best efforts to move on, but he doesn’t know that yet)

Just some angsty longing because that’s all that the beginning of book 2 is and I love exploring Ethan’s side of it since we only get MC’s.

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x MC (Genevieve McClure)

No Warnings, just painful yearning.

Ethan sees her as soon as he rounds the corner. She’s standing at the nurses station, talking animatedly with Dr. Trinh, her green eyes sparkling as she hides a laugh behind her hand. He stops dead in his tracks, and he can feel his anger after the board meeting dissipating at the sight of her - despite her being the cause of that anger.

She’s wearing the red dress today, the one that brings out the color in her cheeks. It’s one of his favorites, though he’d never dare admit it out loud. He shouldn’t even be having a favorite dress or any thoughts like that about Genevieve in the first place. Not while she’s on his team, and certainly not while he’s her boss.

But even knowing he shouldn’t, hasn’t stopped his mind from drifting to Gen every spare second of the day. It’s like he’s haunted by her, by the memories of her. Every moment together in the last year plagues his heart and mind. The vision of her in blue in Miami, the way she’d kissed him at the opera house, her hand in his as they watched Naveen leave the hospital. Her in his kitchen, in his bed. Her brief but relieved smile when he went to her ethics hearing, the way she sighed his name in the quiet of her bedroom.

Every single moment between them plays on repeat, making it harder and harder to stay away. It’s as if deep down he already knows he belongs to her. That every part of him is already branded with her name.

She is all consuming and dangerous and thrilling.

But, he cares too deeply to jeopardize her development as a doctor by giving in to his desires. No matter how badly he wishes to waltz down the hall and kiss her until they are both out of breath.

He hasn’t been able to stop thinking about kissing her since the other night. When they sat on the couch in the diagnostics office, close enough where the smell of her perfume took over his senses, and he could see the small freckles on her cheeks.

It was the closest he’d been to her in weeks, and he can still feel the tremor in his fingers, fighting to keep from touching her. Can still picture the way she looked at him when she so easily brought up the question of marriage, the tilt of her head as she spoke.

It’s love, Ethan. It doesn’t have to make sense.

That four-letter word has been keeping him up all hours of the night, struggling with the notion that perhaps he was, in fact, in love with Genevieve. That his deep care for her far surpassed the true definition of the word care.

You don’t long and ache and need someone this adamantly if you only care for them.

Ethan’s so lost in thought that he doesn’t realize Genevieve’s walking towards him until she’s practically in front of him. He quickly looks down at the chart in his hand, trying his best to not look like he was just staring at her like a damned love stricken teen.

But she doesn’t even notice him, too lost in conversation to realize he’s there. He flicks his eyes up at her and Sienna as they pass in front of him, trying his best to catch a word of their whispered conversation.

“I still can’t believe you kissed Bryce at the festival.”

Ethan looks up fully at Sienna’s words, as they cut through him like a knife. Twisting into his heart slowly and excruciatingly.

He doesn’t hear Genevieve’s reply over the thundering in his ears, his eyes following her down the hall as the air leaves his lungs.

She was doing exactly what he had feared for weeks.

Moving on.

Though it was he who told her that they can’t be together, his decision to reset their relationship, it didn’t stop his heart from breaking right there in the hospital corridor. Logically, Ethan knew it was bound to happen. A woman like Genevieve won’t wait around forever, nor would he want her to. But thinking and knowing she was leaving what was blossoming between them in the past were two completely different things.

He takes a deep breath before quickly walking back to the diagnostics office. The burning ache in his chest worsening as he imagines losing Genevieve completely.

She wouldn’t have to hide a relationship with the surgical resident. He’d have to see it, every day. Watch her be happy with someone else, see her smile for someone else, kiss someone else, every damn day.

All because of him, his rules and the line they couldn’t and shouldn’t cross.

He swings open the glass door, briskly walking over to his desk and bracing himself against it, head dropping as he closes his eyes. The sheer thought of her falling in love with a man that wasn’t him making his stomach drop and his heart flip.

The bone deep regret of letting her go washes over him, as he forces the images of Genevieve in the arms of another out of his head.

Ethan takes a deep breath, fighting against the overwhelming urge to run to her. Find wherever she is in the hospital and take her into his arms, profess his -

He shakes his head, forcing that godforsaken word out of his thoughts. He can’t be in love with her, she’s unobtainable and there’s nothing he can do to change it.

There’s a knock on the door and Ethan looks up to see the very thing that’s ripping him apart. She’s eying him cautiously like she’s afraid to fully entire the office. Like she’s afraid he’s still angry with her.

And he is, she went against his wishes and now the team will have to solicit high paying patients but right now the anger no longer seems to matter. Not when she’s all but slipping through his fingers.

Genevieve bites her lip briefly before speaking, a nervous tick of hers that’s entirely too distracting on a normal day, let alone in the very moment he’s trying to keep himself from running to her.

“Are you okay? You look upset.” Her voice is warm, her eyes full of concern and it twists the knife in deeper.

He could tell her the truth, he should tell her the truth. They’re alone in the office, the hallway is empty - it's the perfect moment to grab her, kiss her and promise to never let her go again. Ethan open’s his mouth to speak but the words die on his tongue.

He can’t do this, he won’t do this.

The stakes are too high, the consequences too damning. Logic has to win over the longing in his heart. No matter how much it will break him.

“Ethan?” She tilts her head, taking a few steps until she’s fully in the office.

He clears his throat, the air suddenly too thick to breathe, “I’m fine.” He stands up straight and fixing his coat, trying his best to hide the pain that's overtaking him. “Are you done for the night?”

“Yeah, I just wanted to check in with you before I left.”

“I have nothing left for you today, so you’re good to go.”

“Okay.” She gives him an overly cautious smile and it feels like the chasm he’s created between them grows deeper.

Genevieve turns for the door, but hesitates after a few steps. Her back is facing him, but he can still see her twist her fingers and there’s no doubt in his mind, that if she were to turn around, he would see her brows furrowed and her lips pursed in thought.

He watches her take a deep breath, and he braces himself for whatever it is that’s about to leave her lips. Perhaps she had noticed him practically lurking in the hall, knows that he overheard her conversation with Sienna and is about to plunge the knife back in. But she says nothing, quickly gathering herself and walking out of the office without a backwards glance.

Ethan runs a hand down his face as he falls back into the chair, eyeing the spot where she just stood. The intense need to follow her taking over every nerve in his body. He isn’t sure how much longer he can keep himself from her, keep up the fight and pretend like Genevieve isn’t everything he’s ever wanted, everything he needs. Not if he’ll be forced to watch her with Lahela day in and day out.

The thought alone is enough to send him to his knees and make him want to throw out every rule he’s ever set for himself, consequences be damned. She’s already been the exception to them all since the day they met, so effortlessly and breathtakingly shattering every single one with a smile on her face.

He’d do anything to see that smile. Hell, he let her use that damn picture of him on the beach for his pictagram because he knew it’d gift him a laugh, let her write Gen is the best as his first post without protest just to see her beaming with joy.

She’s the exception, one Ethan isn’t sure he’s ready to give up.

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a/n: Title taken from one of my all time favorite movies, which happens to star Lily James (who is Gen’s FC) so the title was an ode to that. Also because Gen is the exception to all of Ethan’s rules. I hope you enjoyed this baby bit of angst filed longing. I promise to post fluff next. - Sara (I’m gonna go watch The Exception now, i love it so much. I don’t even care that it’s 2 am)

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#ethan ramsey x mc #ethan ramsey #open heart #open heart fanfiction #open heart second year #ethan x mc #ethan x gen #look at me never giving you a break from the pain #fluff? what is she #we don't know her in this house #(i promise to post fluff before i update my very painful wip)

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footballerimaginess · 3 years

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Clubbing

Clubbing with your best friend James and Ben after a winning game, you all having the best time not caring about the massive hangover you all will have the next day Word Count: 745 “I can’t believe you are dragging me out, do I look okay though?” you asked Ben as you looked down at your black tight dress. “Yes you look fit as ever” Ben smirked. “Thanks, amazing at compliments aren’t you” you teased him. “Always babe. That is what best friends are for right?” he questioned as you rolled your eyes whilst passing Ben your phone as you roped him into taking you instagam photos like always.

“So James should be here soon. Please say I am done with all the photos” he groaned. “Yes you are done babe, calm it. You are sassy today” you stroked his chin. “You two need to get a room, why don’t you just get a room for once. We all know you are in love with each other” James moaned as he walked through the house. “oh” you blushed and smirked looking at Ben. “Thanks for that James, now are we ready to go” you asked them both sternly as they laughed. “Yes” you headed to the cab on the way to the club. “Come on” Ben and James pulled you into the club as soon as you got out of the club. “Boys, I do need to have arms you know. I don’t want my arms to full off because you have pulled them so hard” you rolled your eyes as you got into the club. “Champagne is flowing, come on babe smile” you laughed as Ben nudged you as he passed you a glass of champagne. “Thank you” you smiled as you took a sip of it. “It is shot time” James shouts as he gets the staff to bring over many shots. “Fuck sake James” Ben grunted as he passed over the shots. “I hate you” you rolled your eyes as you shot the jager bomb. “Urgh fuck sake, this is rank” you moaned as you downed multiple shots. “That is absolutely disgusting, if this doesn’t tell us how the night is going. It isn’t going to end well for any of us” you smirked. “Come on, let’s go dance” you grabbed Ben as you headed to the dance floor. “You dance like a grandad” you smirked as you watched him throw some dance moves in the middle of the club. “How dare you, these moves get me all the ladies” you rolled your eyes. ”Who are you fooling babe?” you laughed. “Shh don’t tell people that” you laughed. “Maybe we should go back to see James. My feet really hurt” you pouted as you sat down with James in the booth. “You are slurring your words, how much have you drank babe?” you asked James as you took a sip of yours. The rest of the night was you, James and Ben drinking so much alcohol. It was like you hadn’t drunk before. James just kept ordering drinks while you and Ben were talking. The alcohol was really doing the talking. You and Ben were getting closer to one another. “We are going to be so hungover tomorrow, I feel sick already” you moaned as you took another sip. “Same, but I am enjoying being with you” he smiled as he leaned in and kissed your lips. “I hope you liked it” you smirked. “I did” you whispered. The night was slowly coming to an end. “Come on boys” you moaned as you clutched your head as the drink was making your head sway. Considering you weren’t a big drinker, you were shocked you lasted this long even in the club. “This is the latest I have ever been home from a night out, you boys have changed me. This isn’t me ever” you laughed as you flopped yourself on the sofa. “I could do with food and a headache tablet because I am convinced I am hungover already” Ben moaned. “Well I am getting in the shower and some pjs. Help yourself to food boys” you shouted as James winced. “No shouting please” he rolled his eyes at you. “I think those shots did me over bro, I legit feel awful. i need a nap, water and paracetamol” James moaned. “I am going to sleep boys, wake me up in a bit. We can go for McDonalds breakfast for our hanging souls” you smirked. “Alright babe, I will wake you up at 9am. Here take some water” you smiled as he handed you a glass. “Thanks, be good while I am sleeping please “you smirked. Taglist: @footballffbarbiex @evie-pr @sanchos-dream @meteora-fc @footballxixstars @domspeach @donkeykai @martret @football-and-fanfics @glam-khal @eatsleepbreathefutbol

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footballxwrites · 4 years

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Ridiculously in love with your writing so giving another one😂

So read reports that Christian pulisic maybe going back to the bundesliga to play for Bayern so maybe you could write one on that where he feels guilty for not having been able to probably make it work in Chelsea. He’s been with his fiance since they were like 12 and she’s a British citizen and an arsenal fan so she was definitely the happiest when they moved to london as because she runs her own company and their main office is in London. Christian feels like a crap fiancé also because now she’ll have to travel up and down every other week like she did when they were in Dortmund, and she’s done and sacrificed so much for him and he couldn’t even make it work so she can be in her hometown for once and also be with her family, plus they’re looking to start a family so this travelling business and not having grandparents around the corner isn’t ideal either. With all this plus not starting games plus family stuff weighing him down, he starts to be distant from her and she obviously notices. She gives him a bit of space at the beginning but then quickly realises that they should talk about it like they always have in their relationship. So she brings it up and he lets out everything and she’s like “ don’t be stupid, I want the best for your career and if that’s in freaking Finland well go there, you’ve had a tough year and not the ideal start to your time at Chelsea ans that’s okay. Everyone has set backs but we need to make a comeback so we’re gonna do what’s best for you and then go from there. Europe is small and London to Munich or wherever it is isn’t too bad at all, plus you know I genuinely like travelling for work. And when the kids come we’ll just figure out a schedule that puts them first and have you seen our parents, they’re gonna be coming and seeing us all the time. It’s fine, we’re gonna be fine, you’re gonna be just fine” and then Christian is just crying by then because how did he get so lucky blah blah blah... can’t wait for this one xxxxxx

Long Distance Love ♡

𝖧𝖺𝗁𝖺 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎! 𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 (𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗅)...𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗌 𝖨 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝖾 😅𝗑

January 10 2021

Suddenly, you felt him stir slightly, readjusting his arms that were snaked around your body, which made your head shoot up to gaze at him, seeing his eyes fluttering open and a lazy smile creep upon his lips as he leaned into a kiss. His arms were quick to pull your waist against his so your head was flat on his chest, listening to the peaceful sound of his heartbeat, instantly making you feel at home. You little moment was cut short when his phone went off and he rushed out the room with a groan, leaving you annoyed and your heart pounding, having a feeling you knew exactly what the phone call was about, hoping he come back and give you the answer you wanted to hear...

“It’s gone through...the transfer” he sorrily spoke, making your breath hitch in your throat, although knowing it was a high possibility of the move actually happening, a part of you was certain he’d be staying here in central London for at least another year. “Guess you’d better get packing then” you softly laughed, feeling disheartened to say the least, the words of “it’s happening” not being the ones you wanted to fall from his lips, “look can we talk about this properly-“ he began, reaching for your hand as you swiftly dodged his grip and made your way to the bathroom, ready for a complete meltdown about everything, “No I have to get ready for work...while I still have my own business” you trailed off, letting the door close behind you with a slam...

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January 2 2019

"The real question is, how did I get so lucky?" you giggled before he gently pushed the mug of coffee into your hands while leaning in to plant a small kiss on your forehead. Instantly, that warm feeling flew through your body just from the smallest, loving touch he gave you, it never getting old. “Good morning, beautiful." he mumbled against your lips, before wrapping his arms around your neck and resting his head on top of yours, “and a very good morning to you handsome” you smiled, feeling the most relaxed you’ve felt in a while, lifting your gaze to him, love dancing in your eyes as you leaned in to clasp your mouths together.

"Kissing you never gets old," you mutter softly as you both pull away, Christian flashing you a cheeky grin before spotting his luggage packed and ready for the off beside the front door of your new complex, a sigh falling from his lips, “can’t believe I arrived here a week ago and I’m already flying back to Germany” he frowned, pulling a pout. “It’s only six months and it’ll be over before you know it, I’m not going to lie I will miss living over there, especially the weather” you giggled, messing up his perfectly gelled hair to which you got no thanks for, “hands off, this took ages to do” he said, pretending to be serious and grabbing your hand as if to say ‘go on do it again I dare you’. “I’m gonna miss you, the apartment’s gonna seem empty without you here...and it means I have to build all the flat pack furniture from IKEA myself” you huffed, pointing at the hundreds of cardboard boxes filling the spacious room as he laughed, culling your face and running a finger along your cheek, “you’ll be fine, we’ll FaceTime every night and whenever we have a minute spare because you’re gonna be busy as hell now...my super business woman” he winked as you shook your head, still not quite believing you actually own a company, like a whole ass company belonged to you and it was mad to just even picture it.

“Ah shut up, you’re making me blushing Mr Pullisic, now go before you miss that flight of yours” you grinned, going in for one last peck while shoving him out the door with a struggle, feeling like his clingy self wasn’t ever gonna leave, “I love you, see you in half a year” he happily said, grabbing his many cases and walking out, letting the door gently fall closed...

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July 1 2019

The classic iPhone ping went off as an incoming text message lit up your phone screen, instantly opening the pic attachment of him saying ‘en route’ which meant he was on his way and by god you couldn’t wait to just see him in person after all this time. He barely got through the front door before you took a leap, linking your legs around his torso as his hands secured under your thighs to carry your weight. Squeezing him tight, you rested your head in the crook of his neck, enjoying his presence as a laugh escaped his lips, “missed me just a bit?” he stupidly asked, not even bothering to let you answer before smashing his lips on yours for the first time what felt like in forever.

Gently tapping your legs, he slowly placed you feet on the ground and then cupped your face, pulling you in for another long, loving kiss, “so how’s everything been then, and by the way you’ve done a good job decorating this place” he nodded, eyes gazing at all the modern interior, “funny you asked, I managed to open two more branches this week, one in Gateshead up north and the other in Manchester!” you exclaimed letting out a small squeal, not able to control your excitement any longer as his eyes went wide with joy. “I didn’t think you could make me any prouder but I guess I was wrong eh” he gushed, heading over to sort out his cases, “I’m saying the same about you” you laughed as he pulled out a couple man of the match awards along with a jersey signed by all the teammates. “It felt strange to say goodbye to them after all these years...but it’s time for a fresh start, here in London with Chelsea Fc and with you” he whispered, excited for the new chapter in your lives to finally begin.

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The next year could only be described as perfect for the both of you, his career taking off and loving every moment at the club, getting along with everyone in the dressing room and then loving the fans and atmosphere within the stadium, and knowing you were in the stands somewhere cheering on your ‘captain America’ made it all the more special. As for you, your company was doing beyond amazing, going from National to world wide, owning buildings in Dubai, Spain and you’ll never guess where, Germany. Your main branch was of course London, where the company was founded and to which was the office you managed and were based at, meaning you rarely visited the abroad ones but you weren’t complaining, with you being a London gal to be in your home city with your own bloody business was unimaginable, not to mention you were only a 20 mins drive from your family.

Oh yeah and he popped the question about four months into the move on your eight year anniversary which you of course said yes to, already having planned out your dream wedding, the pair of you agreeing to have it here rather than America with work and travel and all that malarkey.

For the first time in ages, it all seemed to be coming together for yous...

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January 10 2021

8 hours later and the two of you hadn’t spoken all day, with him going off to what you assumed was his last training session and proceeding to ignore you and your many questions, you decided to go to work too, trying to get this whole moving countries once again after only one fucking year back home thing off your mind.

“Right that’s it, you’re going to talk to me Christian because you must think I’m a mind reader or something and I can just tell what’s going in in that brain of yours” you said, stumbling through the door and throwing your keys in the side before throwing yourself on the sofa beside your sad looking boyfriend. “I’m sorry” was all he could say, looking down at the ground leaving you with a confused frown on your face, “enough with the apologies, I just want to know what this means, for us” you sighed, placing a hand on his cheek and giving it a small pinch, hoping it’d put a smile on his lips.

“Well I’m definitely leaving Chelsea, guess not everything works out...but it means I’m back off to Germany” he said as you slowly nodded, “you have to do what’s best for your career, ok?” you smiled, running a hand through his hair as he was quick to shake his head, “no I can’t. I don’t wanna leave you, not again. And anyways we’re supposed to be trying for a baby and that’s going to be a challenge if we’re in different countries don’t you think?” he’s spoke with a slight laughter. “I’m not arguing with you Pullisic, go and sign that contract and get yourself away to Germany to revive your job. I’m not saying I’m going to drop everything and move again because I have my work and life, but I can easily fly out and visit, you’re forgetting I have an office over there. As for kids, we’ll get to that part when it comes around...so just take one step at a time and get on the phone to your agent to tell him you’re taking the transfer” you blurted out with a soft smile, knowing exactly what you were saying and that this was just another step in your life, at the end of the day, life isn’t life without it’s challenges along the way...❤️

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If you got this far reading it, I hope you enjoyed it! x

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tenderlove · 3 years

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I THINK I FINALLY KNOW WHAT LOVE IS ; independent multimuse and singleship blog always open for plots, thought and loved by gab ( she/her, 21, gmt-3 ). nsfw contet might be present. don’t forget to check my MUSES, RULES and WANTED PLOTS tag.

under the read more you’ll find wanted plots for specific muses, and i highly encourage you to come to me in case any of them interests you !!

TENDERLOVC MUSES:

‘BEN’ YUTHAKON SAMTHONGLAI, 22 YEARS OLD, STUDENT & VOLLEYBALL PLAYER, WIN METAWIN FC: he had a difficult upbringing and as a result moved away, changed his name and lies about his past to escape his ghosts. for him i wanted an ex almost. they didn’t get to actually date because he was afraid about telling them the whole truth and trusting someone, both of them hold grudges, they fight, there’s a lot of tension.

JI YURA, 29 YEARS OLD, OBSTETRICIAN, IRENE FC: irene has huge problems with men ever since her dad left her family, she hates all of them because she thinks they’re nothing but filthy liars. i was thinking maybe an enemies to lovers but it’s just one sided? the guy could actually have a crush on her but she hates him for absolutely nothing. OR PLS SHE GETS PREGNANT FROM A GUY AFTER AN ONE NIGHT STAND AND HE REALLY WANTS TO BE PRESENT! I WOULD KILL FOR THIS!!!!!!

KANG SUNMI, 23 YEARS OLD, BARISTA, JOY FC: it would be interesting to see her dynamics with someone that’s different from her, daring and very fun, “i can show you the world” type of plot.

KIM AREUM, 24 YEARS OLD, MANGA WRITER, HYEWON FC: she’s socially anxious and just very insecure, i would love for her to get involved with a neighbor, or maybe someone that she met online and they talked for a long time. i wanted something that would be cute and fun at the same time!

BAE DAEWON, 24 YEARS OLD, KWON HYUBIN FC: he spends most of his time at the hospital and is very very smart that occasionally goes on adventures by himself, i think maybe a nurse, or someone he meets at a party or when camping. even a friend that’s secretly in love with him would be nice! i would love anything for my boy.

NO DOHYUN, 30 YEARS OLD, ACTOR, HWANG INYEOP FC: a fellow actress who he has to work with, she could be younger and not that experienced which would cause him to be frustrated and distant, but they would grow closer as the production goes and it would lead to romance off screen too.

MENG BIYU, 24 YEARS OLD, CHEF ASSISTANT, JU JIANGYI FC: exes plot!! exes that ended in bad terms!! toxic exes!! exes that are neighbors or still live together due to short money, anything related to exes!!

CHNSTRIAD MUSES: ( they are all part of the mafia but no one knows )

HUO XUKUN, 27 YEARS OLD, HEIR, WINWIN FC: i would love an assistent x boss plot for him OR someone he loved but couldn’t be with because his family wants him to marry rich, they meet as teenagers and had a summer love type of thing but had to break up, they meet again now as adults and the sparkle is still there.

HUO YANJUN, 275 YEARS OLD, HEIR, QIAN KUN FC: a daring sugar baby that knows how to stroke his ego and make him have some fun at the same time!

SUN LIEJIE, 22 YEARS OLD, HEIR, FAN CHENGCHENG FC: i want someone that’s very different from him. he’s a rich mommy’s boy violinist, never did anything wrong in his life, and maybe someone that’s into rock and hates the rich would be nice? it’s angsty, interesting and very hot??

NVYANA MUSES:

SHIN SUNWOO, 26 YEARS OLD, JOURNALIST, HA SUNGWOON FC: a noise neighbor moves next to his house, they’re constantly having loud sex and throwing parties until one day he’s fed up and goes to knock on the dor and oh it’s childhood significant other.

SONG HOSEOK, 25 YEARS OLD, NURSE, KANG DANIEL FC: i want that one plot in which they’re neighbors and the person aways interacts with his baby son through the window until they oficially met one day in the middle of the night because the fire alarm went off and they have to wait, and they offer their blanket/jacket to hoseokf because he didn’t had the time to bring one and it’s cold for the baby.

OH YOOJIN, 22 YEARS OLD, STUDENT, PARK WOOJIN FC: the rich girl with a perfect boyfriend gets paired with yoonji for a project in college. they hit it off and talk about everything, yoonji shows her different things, but her boyfriend hates him to death. kinda like daniel larusso x ali mills x johnny lawrence type of plot?

CHOI YOHAN, 26 YEARS OLD, BALLET DANCER, ONG SEONGWOO FC: i would love someone that’s artsy like him for this, and if it’s a boy we could have some angsty because, though yohan likes to think he’s sure about himself and his sexuality, he’s not really.

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Family - Charlie Weasley

Charlie Weasley x Reader

Summary: You never thought that you would belong in any family, that was until you realised that sometimes, you could choose your own family.

Warnings: fluff, angst

Words: 1470

Disclaimer: This gif doesn’t belong to me!

A/N: I am so not consistent with my length of chapters! There will only be a couple more parts of this, I hope you guys enjoy and please let me know what you think and let me know if you would like to be tagged.

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Part Four

It had been a couple of months since you had had that awkward, disappointing conversation with Charlie Weasley in the Gryffindor changing room. Unfortunately, you remembered that conversation almost perfectly, he had invited you to Hogsmeade and you thought that he was asking you out. He wasn’t. Things had been okay between you – if awkward could be defined as ‘okay’ – though Charlie had been acting weird lately.

Over the past couple of months, you had been hanging out with him and his group of friends who welcomed you with open arms despite who you were you imagined that Charlie had told them all to be nice. Among this group of friends you discovered that you had a cousin, Nymphadora Tonks, a spunky Hufflepuff who preferred to go by her surname and she spent most of her time in detention.

For all of your life, you had thought that your mother only had one sister; she had never told you about Tonks’ mum, Andromeda who had apparently disgraced the family just because she married a Muggle. There was one downside to hanging out with Charlie, however, what had started out as a small crush had evolved into a huge one.

You winced as you took a sip of the extra sweet Butterbeer that Tonks had just placed in front of you, “don’t you like it?” Tonks pouted and you giggled.

“It’s just a bit too sweet for me. So, where’s Charlie? It’s not like him to miss out on both Zonkos and Honeydukes.”

Tonks grinned and ran a hand through her pastel blue hair that was the third hair colour she’d had that morning, “he’s getting things organised for the party tonight.”

You frowned at your cousin; you hadn’t heard anything about a party, “what party?”

Tonks’ eyes widened slightly, “I’m sorry, I thought you knew, every year since 5th year Charlie throws a party in the Room of Requirement so that people from other houses can attend,” there was a brief silence, “I thought that he invited you.”

“No,” you whispered, feeling a pang in your chest, you thought that it was sweet of Charlie to throw a party where everybody could attend but it hurt that he hadn’t seen fit to invite you. You weren’t sure whether he had feelings for you but above all, you thought that you were friends.

“Well, I’m inviting you, it’s gonna be rubbish if you’re not there,” Tonks said softly as she reached across the table and took your hand. You grinned at her gratefully; she was definitely your favourite.

About ten minutes later, Charlie came walking in, ruffling his hair, cherry blossom petals falling from it as he did so. You forced out a weak smile as he threw himself down at the table. Instead of being a mature adult about this predicament you looked at the handsome boy, “what time is the party tonight Charlie?”

At your question, he glared over at Tonks who immediately ducked her head with a sly smile, “it starts at 7pm but really Y/N, I don’t think it will be your scene.”

“Don’t be silly,” you scoffed, narrowing your eyes, “I’ll be there,” you weren’t sad anymore, you were just pissed off. You had no idea why he was acting like this.

At about ten to seven, you paced in front of the Room of Requirement a couple of times with your eyes shut tight, opening them when you heard a pop, you smiled as you walked through the door. Tonks immediately greeted you with a hug, causing you to giggle as you were knocked slightly off balance.

“You look so beautiful, Y/N,” Tonks grinned as she slid her fingers through the ends of your soft hair.

“Thank you so much, you look great too!” you gestured at her punk rock shirt and held out the cake tin, “I made a cake, I modified an old family recipe, it’s not as bitter,” you laughed.

Tonks’ eyes lit up with delight as she took the cake from you, “I’ll go and find the host, thank you so much for making it Y/N, you didn’t have to.”

“No wait,” you quickly stopped her before she could find Charlie, “it’s um actually for you, after all it was you who invited me here in the first place,” you stammered and Tonks gave you a dimpled smile.

You had to hand it to Charlie – you had managed to avoid him, it was hard because he just looked so good – he knew how to throw a party. There were so many people that you’d never spoken to before and it was so interesting to talk to them. Mostly, you had ended up talking to an adorable Gryffindor named Ben Copper who was a scaredy cat at first but he evolved into a chatter box when he realised that you weren’t going to bully him.

A couple of hours into the party, Tonks suggested a game of truth or dare, “okay,” Tonks hummed and looked at Charlie, “truth or dare dragon-boy?”

Charlie scoffed, leaning back on one hand, “dare, obviously.”

Tonks’ face lit up with a cheeky smirk and she glanced over at you before looking back at Charlie, you narrowed your eyes, wondering what she was up to, “I dare you to kiss, Y/N.”

You glared at Tonks as your whole body went warm and you glanced nervously over at Charlie. He was already gazing at you with those gorgeous moss green eyes of his; he licked his bottom lip and leaned closer to you with an unreadable expression on his face as he cupped your jaw. He got so close to you that you could smell his musky aftershave and you saw that he had some brown in his eyes.

Charlie hesitated and you gulped as you stared at his lips, you just wanted him to kiss you. It wasn’t just because you had a crush on him, it was because of the silence that fell over the party, you didn’t want it to get awkward.

He finally sighed and pulled away from you, “I can’t, I’m sorry,” your eyes filled up with tears and you could feel everyone’s eyes on you.

Tonks spoke up to quell the awkward silence, “you know the penalty for a failed dare, Weasley,” she shook her head and poured him a shot of Firewhisky. Charlie proceeded to take it, pulling a face at the strong hot taste, “Y/N, have some cauldron cakes,” your cousin smiled at you as she offered you the plate.

You shook your head quickly, “excuse me, I seem to have lost my appetite,” you mumbled, almost running out of the party.

“Y/N, wait!” Charlie called out, at the sound of his voice you walked quicker, tears falling from your eyes, “please, slow down!” he panted.

You spun around and fixed him in place with a furious stare, causing the tall boy to falter, “look, you don’t have feelings for me. I get it,” you had to accept it no matter how much it hurt, “but how awful must you find me? It’s a stupid game, was it really that hard to just pucker up and kiss me?”

Charlie’s eyes darkened as he strode towards you and kissed you. His lips were so warm and soft that you longed to kiss him back but you were still angry at him, “what the hell Charlie?!” you yelled and pushed him away.

“Uh-oh, you only call me Charlie when you’re really angry with me,” he chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck and sighing when you gave him the dirtiest look you could muster, you weren’t letting him off without an explanation, “I like you okay!” he said and although your heart was relieved you were still angry, “you’re just so beautiful and kind, and smart.”

You blushed at his words, your hard eyes softening as you cupped his cheek, “why is it such a bad thing that you like me?”

Charlie groaned, chewing on his bottom lip as he looked deep into your eyes, “because I feel selfish. What if you regret it? Because of your family.”

You giggled, you had to admit, you understood where he was coming from, he looked offended as you laughed at him, “and what if I don’t regret it Charlie? Nobody can know the future, not really. I like you too,” you smiled and kissed him softly, sighing when you felt him melt into your kiss, “you’re an idiot Weasley.”

“I know,” he chuckled, kissing you again.

The both of you went back to the party after about half an hour and you were greeted warmly by everybody. This was your true family, a family where nobody was judged by their sexual orientation, gender identity or blood status. You belonged here and you always would.

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Eden’s Gate: The Mother Chapter 8 - Blood On Your Hands

Warnings: Violence, light Language

Word count: 2.3k

Where it all began.

Summary: Realizing she has made a terrible mistake, Mandy contemples ways to get out of The Cult with the help of a new friend.

Guest OCs: Dawana Floyde (FC: Anna Diop)

Guest Characters: Archangel Raphael [Supernatural], the characters from Inside Eden’s Gate.

*******

Several weeks have passed, Mandy wasn’t able to get away, or have some time alone for herself.

Members of the Cult surrounded her all day, everyday. Joseph wanted to make sure she was safe and protected. She was always by his side, during his sermons, baptisms and reapings.

Everyone once saw her as a sweet, nice lady that was corrupted by Joseph, his family, and followers.

A Sunday morning, and time for a sermon. Everyone gathered at the Teller Ranch in the Whitetails Mountains for Joseph’s sermon.

Joseph, Mandy, John, Faith and Jacob along with all of their followers gather inside the church.

People gather inside, new faces who are probably curious about Eden’s Gate.

“They want to take away our guns. They want to destroy everything we have built. They want to tear us all a part” Joseph preaches to his followers.

Joseph standing in the center, Faith and Mandy on his left, John and Jacob on his right.

As he’s preaching unknown to the Seeds, a sinner, a non-local, along with a few of his friends were recording the sermon on a camera, and was caught. Thought he was being slick with hiding the in the front pocket of his shirt.

A peggie grabs him and brings him to the front. Dropping him to his knees, with a rifle pointed at him.

“No, no, please” he begs. Pleading Joseph.

He continues preaching as the sinner begs for his life.

Mandy watches on, as the man begs not to be harmed. Joseph looks down at him, and holds his head.

What happens next shakes her to the core. He digs his fingers into the poor man’s eyes, ripping them out. His screams, and wails echo off the church's walls. Blood on his hands, his facial reactions, and posture never changed. He remained calm throughout the whole horror show. His friends surrender, and we’re taken away. Probably to either be killed or recruited.

“What the fuck did I get myself into?!?” she thinks to herself.

She looks around the church, and everyone is yelling at the man and his friends. Calling them sinners, and a bunch of other insulting names that overlapped each other. Faith, John and Jacob are calm as can be.

*******

At that same church, later that afternoon.

Mandy was to check on those sinners. She wanted to free them, or at least help them in some way.

A few of the Cult’s followers tied them up downstairs in the church's basement. More like a wine cellar. She goes down to the cellar to check on them, walking down the creaky wooden stairs. She can hear the hushes, and soft spoken words from the 3 people. 2 men and 1 woman.

When she makes it to the bottom step they all glare at her. If looks could kill she’d be dead. She walks over to a table across the room, and opens a box. No reason why, she doesn’t really know what to do in a situation like this.

“Why are you doing this?!?” the girl asks.

Mandy doesn’t have a proper answer prepared, so she stays silent for a moment. Thinking on what to say.

“Hey!” she blurs out, interrupting her thinking “Why are you doing this to us?!?”.

She turns around to face the 3 people. “Because he wants to help you” she says in a soft spoken voice.

They all look back and forth at each other. Confusion, anger and fear mixed into one emotion.

“Help us?!?” one of the men asks.

“That Joseph guy just ripped our friends' eyes out, and you’re saying he wants to help us?!?” the other guy speaks up.

“How is that helping?!?” the girl asks.

Mandy sighs, she walks over to the stairs, and looks up to check if anyone is there before turning her attention to the 3 people.

“Trust me I don’t want to be here more than you 3” she whispers.

They all look at her in confusion.

“What?!?” one of the guys asks, “That’s not likely!”. He motions to his hands being tied up behind him.

“Are you here against your will?!?” the girl asks.

Mandy sighs, “In a way. I want to help you but I can’t”.

“What do you mean ‘you can’t’?!?” she asks.

“There’s too much to explain, I just needed to check on you 3” she tells them, “What are your names?”.

“Mark” one of the guys answered.

“Alex” the other answers.

“Hannah” the girl answers, “What’s yours?”.

“Amanda” she answers.

The cellar door opens, followed by it closing and footsteps. A peggie comes down. One of Jacob’s chosen soldiers.

“Mother?” he says. Looking like an obedient child.

“Yes?” she answers.

“Joseph wishes to see you in the church” he tells her.

She nods her head, “Okay tell him I’ll be there”.

He nods his head, and goes back upstairs.

“Is he your son?!” Mark asks.

Mandy narrows her eyes at him, “No. That’s what they call me”.

“If Joseph’s The Father, then of course they’ll have a Mother” Hannah informs him.

“So all this is just. An act?!?” Alex inquires.

She looks away, saying nothing and goes upstairs.

“Wait!!” Mark calls out, “Wait!!”. Mandy makes it upstairs, and closes the cellar door as they call out for her. Their voices muffled behind the heavy metal door.

She goes to the church, a few peggies follow her as a form of security. They open the white church doors for her. She sees Joseph standing in front of a stained glass window with his back to her. A pistol in one hand, and one of his white bibles in the other.

“You asked for me?!” she asks, approaching him. Stopping 5 feet away from him.

“Tell me Mother” he starts off, his back to her still “What do those sinners mean to you?”.

She takes a deep breath, thinking he might have heard her conversation with Alex, Mark and Hannah.

“Nothing. They’re sinners, but they will see the truth” she answers, “The divine punishment of a sinner mirrors the sin being punished”. That’s right she quoted Hannibal. Hoping that it's a good enough answer.

Still standing with his back to her, standing completely still. Almost like a statue, you would think he’s one if you take one quick look at him.

“Yes, they will. They will reach Salvation, and see the word of God. They will be free of their sins, and will be welcomed into our family. They will know the punishment if they refuse”.

He turns to face her, and walks towards her. “They will see his plan. They will see the path he has laid for us”.

Placing the gun, and book on a table. He places his hand on her cheek, caressing it. Both of them looked into each other's eyes. The tension in the air, in the church. There are no words to describe it. Mandy can feel her insides boiling, shaking, going numb. Indescribable moment. Did Joseph hear her conversation with the 3 hostages?.

“They will understand. They will know. They will be forgiven” he tells her, hands caressing her cheeks. He places a kiss on her forehead.

Gun fire outside makes Joseph lift his head up, looking towards the gunfire. He goes outside, leaving Mandy in the church. Joseph along with his brothers, and a few of their followers get into the black SUVs.

The 3 hostages in the cellar were able to break out of their restraints and flee. Steal a few guns, killing a few peggies and fled on foot in the wilderness.

Several hours later in the early evening. They all returned with the 3 hostages. Taking them into separate rooms in the ranch. Mandy goes into one of the rooms where Alex is.

He looks up, and sees her. “Why?” he asks, “Why are you letting him do this?!?”.

Blood leaking out of his mouth, cut up, bruised. Like he was beaten several times to a bloody pulp. Before Mandy could say anything the door opens behind her. Joseph along with a few of his followers step inside.

“I’m glad you’re here” he says to her. Kissing her on the head. He turns to Alex, excusing Mandy. She stands in the corner of the room. She looks to her left, and sees Raphael. She glares at him. Trying to play it off, ignoring him. As if he weren’t there. Only she can see him. No one else in the room can, not even Joseph.

Alex pleds with them to let him and his friends go. He even throws Mandy under the bus, which only angers Joseph.

Telling them that she was trying to help them break out, that everything was all an act.

Raphael glares at her. Telling her that she needs to speak out against it. She doesn’t want another innocent person to be killed by the Cult but she has no choice but to play her role.

“How dare you!” she mutters angrily, stepping away from the corner of the room “I have been nothing but faithful, and honest to The Father”. Alex looks at her confused, and angry.

“You just told me, and my friends that you were here against your will!!” he exclaims, as blood gushes out his mouth.

“False accusations. What do you expect from a nasty sinner” she continues. Mandy was always good at acting. Playing a part, staying in character. She took a few acting classes in middle school.

Joseph extends his arm out to hold her back. “He will pay for the accusations against The Mother, and so will the others” he tells his followers.

They both stay inside the room as the 2 Cultists torture Alex. Cutting up his skin carving “sinner” into his flesh. Taking his eyes out. Mandy feels sick to her stomach, holding back her urge vomit, and cries begging them to stop.

Raphael appears next to her again, being visible to only her and no one else.

“I know you don’t want to do this” he tells her, “But this is how it has to be. God needs him protected. But I agree with you, these are innocent people who don’t deserve this. But I can’t speak against Father in fear that I’ll be cast out like Lucifer”. She knows she can’t speak without Joseph hearing her. She remembers that Angels can read minds, and hear human thoughts.

“What is the main reason God wants all of this?!?” she thinks to herself in order for Raphael to hear her.

“He has many” he says, “But the main reason. He won’t say, Metatron might know more than me”.

She thinks to herself again, “What’s Joseph thinking?!” she asks him in her head.

The Archangel looks over at Joseph, and hears his Father, God, Chuck’s voice telling him about his plan. He wasn’t able to get much, but only that he has to keep The Mother close to him, keep getting more followers, expand The Project and he’ll be granted a New World.

“I was able to get some information about my father’s plan to Joseph” he tells her.

Mandy looks over at him for a second before turning back to the torture porn in front of her.

“What was it?!?” she asks, thinking to herself once again.

“To keep you close. Expand The Project and he’ll be granted a New World” he further explains to her.

“Can you get more info?!?” she thinks.

“I can try” he tells her before going back into Joseph’s head.

Again he hears Chuck’s voice telling him about the Collapse, and the New World. New Eden.

“It’s all the same” he tells her, “The Collapse, New Eden”.

But he hears one piece of information that startles the Archangel, and he disappears from the room. Leaving a few of his feathers behind on the floor, that are only visible to Mandy.

“That can’t be good” she thinks to herself.

After the torture horror show, Mandy receives a letter that was placed on the windshield on her truck from an anonymous address. Telling her to go to the Dead Man’s River at midnight that same day. Thinking it might be Raphael. Telling her to meet him in secrecy because of whatever it was that made him leave so suddenly.

Later that night, midnight. Mandy was able to sneak away without the acknowledgement of Joseph, or the Cult. She waits for Raphael, or whoever sent that letter to her, telling her to meet her.

Checking her phone for the time, 12:15am. She sighs, leaning with her back against the grill of her truck.

The wind starts to pick up, the cold air blowing past her. The howling of the wind turns into the voice of a woman.

“You came” the voice of a woman says. She turns around and sees a woman dressed in voodoo priestess attire.

She turns around to face her, staring at her, “Who are you?!” she asks.

“I mon chéri, am Dawana Floyde” she answers in a New Orleans, French accent.

“You put the letter on my windshield?” she asks. Leaning off her truck.

“Yes” she answers, “It is important that I speak with you”.

“For what reason?” she asks, suspicious.

“Raphael sent me” she tells her, walking towards the edge of the river.

“Raphael sent you?” she questions.

Dawana looks up at the moon, and its full cycling intentions. “Oui, chér. I work closely with le Archangels. Some of course. His vessel is my dear husband. My poor daughter had to go through life without him”.

After a few minutes of silence, Mandy clears her throat. “So why did you call me here?! What happened with Raphael?”.

The Voodoo Priestess turns around to face her, “I want to help you with Le Culte, and Le Pere Joseph Seed”.

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friends? no.

HANK ‘TRANQ’ LOZA.

MAYANS MC ┃ USEFUL LINKS

❝ request by @queenbeered: Dear Aurora, you gorgeous, amazing queen. I absolutely love your prompts list, so many fun ideas and I can't wait to see what you come up with. Can I please request number one on your smut list with Hank? Need some big guy in my life. 😘😘😘

❝ prompt: “Friends? No, I don’t think so. Friends don’t know the way you taste”.

❝ words: about 1.2k.

❝ warnings: nsfw, unprotected sex, mention of bodily fluids, language.

❝ a / n: as always, don’t forget to comment and reblog if you liked it!

“Friends?”

Tranq hasn't given you a chance to welcome him when his question has been launched as soon as you've opened the front door of your house. He has a shoulder rested against the frame, frowning. His chest falls and rises a little bit furious, breathing through his nostrils as he glances at you. Needing a couple of seconds to figure out what he is talking about, you tilt your head like a confused dog, sticking out the spoon stained with ice cream from your mouth.

“You told Mariela we are friends?”

“Oh, oh… oh”. Now you get it. “Aren't we?”

“Friends? No, I don’t think so. Friends don’t know the way you taste”.

Hank comes in without needing an invitation, grabbing the spoon to throw it somewhere and kicking the door close. He's angry. He's going to put it on you and you aren't going to complain. Briefly squatting, he places his huge and strong hands around the back of your thighs, to push you onto his body. Tranq collides his lips on yours, invading your mouth with his playful and keen tongue, drinking a raspy gasp that borns in your throat.

Yes, you told that girl that you were only friends because you weren't anything else than relief for each other in the small hours. You've been in love with him ever since —I mean, how couldn't you? You let him enter your life, you helped him whenever he needed it, but you weren't expecting him to have the same sentiments. Apparently, you have been wrong the whole time.

The Mexican sits on your sofa keeping you on your lap, as his hands squeeze your ass with so much desire contained about to show you what's the real thing between the two of you. “Stopped being friends the first time you moaned my name, sweetheart”.

Hank is so hard under the rough fabric of his jeans that the friction is causing your brain to collapse. He is forcing you to swing your hips, needing to hear those sweets noises you can't control anytime he gives you all his attention. Commonly, he's the lovable man on earth. He worships you —your body—, he takes his time, he pushes your limits with so much tenderness that you can't live without him anymore. But your insecurities have killed you anytime you've compared yourself with Mariela. An exuberant woman with charisma and power beaming. How could you compete against her?

The metallic noise his belt being undone provokes brings you back to reality. The sweetest melody on earth. Pulling yourself away with a lack of oxygen more than evident, you stand up on your bare feet to strip yourself. It doesn't take you too long, at all times under his lustful dark gaze, watching you toss your t-shirt somewhere and pull your panties down by your thighs. Tranq only rolls his jeans and boxers to his ankles; he knows about that kink you have of being fully naked for him while he's still on that leather kutte you love.

“Com'ere”. He demands whilst pumping himself with his right hand, using the left to grab your wrist and push you on top of him.

You can't help but giggle in a low tone, cutting off your laughs with an unexpected deep thrust. He has pressed your body down, practically impaling you with all his length. And he is big. He's too big. You normally need a couple of seconds to adjust your walls to his hard dick, but this time Hank is mad, very mad at you. The bitter sensation he has been carrying the whole day from one side to another because you said you are only friends, has made him feel angrier as the time has passed by till meeting you again.

He doesn't let you breathe. He doesn't let you mold your soaked pussy to his thickness. He forces you to swing your hips back and forth, dancing and bouncing over his cock. His huge fingers are nailed in your skin as he has reclined his back on the sofa, having a better view of your breasts jumping slightly with every move. Tranq loves every inch of your body, but these two are his favorite part. He could spend hours sleeping on them —or sucking, biting, licking, playing with them.

As his chest falls and rises breathless, his grunts fill your living room creating a filthy song with your moan and your pleas. Putting your hands on both sides of his neck, leaning forward a little, you devour his lips as the pace becomes faster and deeper. There's no man who can make you feel this good, this fill, this satisfied. There's no man who can give you the pleasure Tranq gives you. You both know it. And there's no man who can treat you better than him —with so much carelessness, love and adoration.

You know you won't last for too long as every pound is well-aimed to your g-spot, making you cry out his name whenever he forces you to go more downward. He knows exactly what he's doing. Giving you a lesson. Making you desire him more and more, so you won't dare again in your life to say that you're only friends.

And before you can react, Tranq has turned your bodies in such a master move, pinning your back to the sofa without pulling himself out from you. Now, he's between your legs, buried deep inside you as much as he can. A hand pulling your hair, five fingers gripping your throat, a tongue invading your mouth and his twitching huge cock splitting your tight cunt in two. Your eyes are rolled to the back of your head, while Tranq continues drinking your begs asking for more, and more, and more.

You're closer than you think of cumming, not needing anything else in life right now. And as his pushes become rougher, hitting your guts with no mercy, you let yourself go with a loud and pleased whining.

“Shit… that's it, preciosa… cream my dick… c'mon”. Hank grunts onto your ear, not stopping until he can release his own seed straight to your soul.

You feel filled by a warm sensation, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him down; inside you, deeper. That's the best sensation after a quickly with him. Spend some more seconds with Tranq balls-buried into you, with all his weight over your body as he tries to catch back his breathing. Then, the soft mood comes back. He's not annoyed anymore, although he's still not understanding why you said what you said. Hank spreads sloppy kisses all around your face, tiredly stroking the sides of your thighs while he goes just a little more deeper causing you to moan against his neck.

“You feel it, ah?” He whispers huskily, caressing your ear with the tip of his nose. “This dick is only yours… Can you feel it, mi amor?”

You nod your head exhausted, tightening the grip around his waist. You want him closer. You want to melt your bodies into the same anatomy. You need him all the time; physical and psychologically. It's something that you can't explain, but you can't get rid of either.

“Good… Don't make me explain it twice”.

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