#its like when you here somone call your name

[constant-internal-screamin]

Yo I want to know can anyone else just choose to have hallucinations if certain criteria are met? Or is that just me?

[jazzyblusnowflake]

OMG hi…I really like your art and was wondering if you wanna be mutuals??????????? Also tell me about your MD ships :3c

honey we are dating- .....okay yknow what- HI PRETTY & TALENTED LADY- yess i will absolutely love toooo 🙈💕💕💕💕💕

also lets see uhhh okay this is an excuse for me to just... expload-

keep in mind not every ship is meant for all of you so dont badger me about stuff that ISNT CANON or YOU DONT SHIP. contrary to whatever you believe, when somone posts about THEIR ships, nobody wants to hear about you NOT shipping it on THAT EXACT post.

hang in there, this gon be a long one >:p

First off we are starting strong with Nuzi- Biscuitbites obviously thats a given- these two just have too much to be said about why and how they make eachother the best version of eachother, whether they ever became canon or not- they fit like puzzle pieces- they lessen eachothers negative traits by being their for eachother.

next is Vuzi- Violentviolet, they are my favorite kind of enemies to lovers 😔 but its also tragic smh. kinda pissed off at how V always does something good in Uzis favor only when she is LITERALLY PASSED OUT- either in the camp ep on the bus or in Alices lab. like damn ofFUCKINGcourse Uzi wouldnt know she cares about her 😭😭😭

envuzi- Violentbitingbiscuits, i love these goobers with all my heart- they deserve the best 😔💕💕💕💕

envy - [does this poor ship just NOT have an exclusive FINDABLE tag name??? im calling them GoldenMemories...], i like to think that if they were in the manor still, and nothing bad had ever happened, these two would be comforting eachother in the healthiest way possible. V needs someone like N and N is just adorable like that uwu

Next we have JxTessa/Jessa- [calling them Fancyblades cuz why not-] J deserves some closure for the shit shes gone through smhhh 😔, its a tragic yuri of J loving and wanting something she probably already accepted she couldnt have, and even then she gotta deal with Ns ass being the favorite one regardless of how hard she tries to be perfect... sighhh i wanna imagine them in a future where Tessa was spared as the only human and J could save her 😭😭😭😭 Tessa might have loved doing mechanical stuff or wore black to hide grease/oil stains on her clothes from her parents and wore gloves to hide her oily stained hands- i want her to have a scene of wiring drones back to life and saving them and saying something like "hey there, you made it! dont worry, ill take care of you, youre my friend now :3" or something //dies//, also before anyone says it- even if Tessa was a teen in the flashbacks- romance is not exclusive to ADULTS, teens can love eachother without having sexual stuff involved. no she was not their MOTHER figure, she was their FRIEND who liked to fix robots for herself to not be alone in a house where her own parents literally chain her up as punishment. i dont even know why im arguing about this, people headcanon or make aus about characters NOT being dead all the time and if Tessa was alive for as long as J thought she was, Tessa would have been a perfectly fine adult either way. so counting this, yes shes canonically considered an adult when Cyn tries to imitate an adult humans body 🙄 makes as much sense as everything else i guess-

next ones i got is NorixYeva/Neva- Solverlilies- i just think theyre neat 😭😭😭 and once again, like everything else in this franchise- they are tragic yuris 😔 damn liam im finding a pattern over here 🤨 anyway, i like to think they either got closer in the lab experimentations or were already close when they were working as WDs in the campsite area for the humans. obviously canonically they were probably straight or just not into eachother romantically- [Nori either u have the worst taste men or Khan just fucking lost it after you died-] but also on the other handddd.... they have 2 hands and they are robots, i want them to kiss like two barbie dolls and im gonna make them do just that-

DollxLizzy/Dizzy- Bloodypink, wost fucking ship names ever, i cant find shit on them with these tags and it makes me angry >:/ at this point 2/3s of my ships are just tragic yuris smh, Doll did not deserve any of the things handed to her, even if she went about doing some things the wrong way i wish Lizzy didnt just abandon her- but then again, Doll did kinda abuse Lizzys trust and Lizzy got scared of being close to a serial murderer so.... morality calls this a draw? 😭 im crying... i wish someone was there to help Doll... sigh... i like to think Lizzy would have waited for Doll to just come back at some point... oh well, thats why AUs exist :"3 //sobs in the corner//

DollxUzi/Dollzi- Bloodybats, this ship is so underrated to me... they could have been... so much more. but why weren't they? did Yeva abandon ever getting close to Uzi when she was a kid after Nori died? did Uzi and Doll just never play around together as kids when their mothers were so close? were they ever close and something went wrong as they grew older? at worst they could have been like sisters together, and at best maybe more than friends. i just dont know what happened here, like Yeva could have tried to keep an eye on Uzi, maybe Uzi could have found Dolls powers so cool before having them too- i dont know theres literally tons of possibilities- but if Doll deserved to be saved or cared for by anyone, at least one of them should have been Uzi... sigh.

ThadxV- Killingblonde, yall this is... the cutest shit... ever???? like from here on out we kinda go into the more or less crackship territory but these two are adorable- Dumbass yet wholesome jock boy that just wants to keep his queen happy 😔👌👌👌 He and Uzi would have so much to talk about on "crushing on literal murder bots that stabbed and almost ate us" its literally love at first stab smhhh 😫💕

ThadxSam- Smokyjock ???? for some fucking reason??? i dont know what my brain did here man- i just like the trope of someone getting under Thads skin- like pair up the healthy sports loving gym boy with the lazy but wholesome dumbass that does drugs or is always just sleep deprived and Thad is always trying to just... take care of his ass and make him take care of himself but he just WONT SMHHH-

okay some more or less crack ships down here:

ThadxN: it speaks for itself. its too adorable and youll go blind from the light of wholesomeness-

ThadxNxUzi: Uzi will die here from the overwhelming wholesomeness... oh bonus if its just a 4s polycule of ThadxNxUzixV i mean i know im pushing my luck but.... random crackships go brr- V and Uzi will complain but love their dumbass golden puppy partners-

ThadxUzi: i think they could have been close and Thad caring about her as a childhood friend turned crush sounds just too cute for me 😔

LizzyxUzi: another random ass rivals to lovers or some shit idk what this is, Lizzy would pay Uzi to kiss the fuck out of her i dont make the rules-

ThadxLizzy: in some cases where they are NOT headcanoned as siblings or cousins, i think they have a good energy of wholesome jock bf and girly queen cheerleader lol, Thad is just a good bf eitherway-

DollxUzixLizzy: the gals would not leave a single second of silence for the small gremlin i swear to God- [Uzi is gay as FUCK for her gfs, absolute girloser unit with her gorgeous but crazy gfs]

okay for the end i have some characters that arent ships but i wish they could have become closer as friends or work out their issues...

J and N- too much abuse and toxicity here, i wish they could talk together more and see they have a lot of things in common- maybe a full line of dialogue from J without threatning N in every sense of the manner would be nice for a change =_=

Doll and V- again, a bit morally ambiguous to ship a character with the murderer of your family, esp when said murderer hasnt expressed regret lmao, but i wish they could at least be friends... Dolls disdain for the murder drones pushed her to end up the way she did. maybe if she didnt do it alone she would have been alive by now. so i like to think what would have happened if she and V could have made up- not necessarily Doll forgiving her- but at least having the space to grow and understand why they did they things that happened.

Cyn and literally ANYONE- i want the solver to be SEPARATE from Cyn- i wish Cyn would have still existed somewhere down there and was savable- i wish this poor child AI had a happy ending to her by connecting with the others as ACTUAL siblings... goddamnit 😔

aaaand thats it for this fine ass day 🫡 yall are welcome to ask about any of these- boy the tags are gonna be.... a lot.

[cutecherrygirl]

Hi so um, this is my first time writing 5sos imagine so dont expect anything good lol but ill try

Cats over dogs

Plot: you and Luke have been dating for 3 years but then broke up due to Him cheating on you with Sierra 🙄😒. But in those 3 years yiu guys have raised a dog named Petunia. And you raised her during covid so...lets just say she is very attached to you and is used to you being around, and Sierra just came put of nowhere and now Petunia misses you and is sick, doesn't want to eat, sleep, or drink. She just sits by the door and wait for but but u are not allowed to come anymore. But seeing Petunia like this breaks Luke's heart so he decided to do some changes.

Warnings: smut lol and cursing.

You woke up by the most annoying sound in the world, alarm. You whined and turned it off "for fucks sake" you cursed and sat up, you took your phone in your hands and check the time, it was 8:00 a.m. you rolled your eyes and tossed the phone on the bed. Today is a special day, for Michael, hes having a baby shower abd you happened to be invited, you and Michael are good friends but the reason the invitation shocked you is because you broke up with Luke.

You stand up and walk to the bathroom to do your morning routine then went to the kitchen to make yourself coffee. You made a plat to complete ignore the individual that chested on you and his unidentified new chick and just focus on your friends and Calum. After drinking your coffee you went back to your room and jump on bed, you decided to relax as if you didn't just wake up.

Suddenly your phone started ringing so you pick up "Michael Clifford, its 8:25 a.m, what is it?" You said annoyed "look y/n, Luke is going to attend the baby shower and I dont want you guys to fight" I sighed "Michael, tell him that...not me..Im planning on ignoring him" I said honestly but Michael Did liked that so he hang up. Michael hates when something doesn't go in harmony or according to his stupid plans.

It was almost time to go so you started getting ready, you dressed up in this

You let your hair fall over your shoulders Because why not, and you put on some parfeum to smell good for....well.... everyone except for Luke. You then grabbed your Dior purse and walked out of the house before locking the door for safety reasons. Then you drove to Michael's and Chrystal's house.

When you arrive you walked over to the front porch with bag in your arms. Chrystal opened the door "Hiii!" She saud exited and hugged you "omg hii!!" You hugged her back and handed her the gift which was mostly baby toys, some gummy worms for Michael and cookies for Chrystal. You two had a minni gossip part on your own before finally entering the house. You greeted everyone and Calum was last to be greeted "Hey" he said and you rolled your eyes "hey" "I like your hat"Calum said after looking at you up and down "but im not wearing any hat" you said confused "exactly" then he left.

After few minutes, you already ate half of the cake, few minu pizza's and glass of water, no alcohol tonight 🤭. You were just chatting with Michael 's mom and tried avoiding all the personal questions she was asking when all of a sudden you felt something wet on your leg "Ugh exuse me!" You said and turned around seeing Petunia, you literally started crying and kneeling down and hugging her "omg my baby" you patted her and Petunia wiggled her tail, you couldn't help but noticed somone watching you from the corner of your eye, you looked and it was Luke, your mood instantly changed from happy to not very happy. Petunia ran to Luke cuz her called her and you stand up as he walked towards you "Hey".

You decide to walk away from him but he grabbed your arm "lets talk" he said "we dont have anything to talk about Luke" you said but he didn't agree with that statement "of course we do" he pulled you towards him so you were facing him "Let go of me" you said angry but he shook his head "I brought Petunia here so u can see her and this is how you repay me?" He asked "Luke, you cheated on me with that woman" you reminded him before seeing a ring on his finger "wow...you even married her" you said as tears started to form in your eyes "remember when you promised me we will get married Luke? Where did that go? Oh wait I know, in the trash can!!!" You screamed before pulling your arm away from him and walking away.

You were on the tarace era with Cherry cola in your hand and cigarette in other. You were sad but very mad as well. "Hey" A voice behind you suddenly said "Hey Ash" you replied and he patted your shoulder " are you ok?" He asked you before taking the cigarette out of your mouth and into his own, you chunkled "not really" he shook his head and you talked for awhile. Since he brought Whiskey you two got a bit drunk and started talking nonsense. You giggled as he caressed your back while telling you about his fishing adventures, he then placed his hands on your waist and caressed it with his thumbs, while you took another sip of the drink. Then you both started feeling very deep tension and in that moment you just needed to feel his lips on yours or you would go crazy, so you leaned in, first watching his reaction and when you saw he started leaning in as well the door suddenly opened.

You both looked at each other annoyed and then at the door, it was Luke with Petunia following him "What is going on?" He asked "dude cmon" Ashton said annoyed before grabbing your hand "lets go somewhere else" you nodded but Luke stopped you "wait...Y/n...can you like be with Petunia for a bit before we go home "he asked you and you looked down at Petunia"fine" you said and Ashton walked out. You took of your heels and laid on bed, Petunia laid next to you and cuddles up to you and Luke laid behind Petunia.

It was quite, awkwardly quite. Petunia fell asleep and you were patting her "She's so cute" you said and Luke nodded. You couldn't Help but noticed Luke was watching you carefully "Luke, stop starting at me for fucks sake" you whispered so u dont wake Petunia up "sorry you're just so pretty and-" You interupted him "either take your cringe ass out the door or be quite" you warmed him before looking up at him for the first time since he entered the room. After few more minutes you decide to talk "Luke..why did you cheat on me with her? Just why? Is she really that better than me? Or is it just because you like older women" you waited for the answer"it was just an affair....but I never stopped loving you" "oh fuck off you moron, you literally married her" you rolled your eyes trying to keep your eyes from getting watery "Im sorry...."you heard his voice crack, no matter how mad you were at him you hated seeing him cry "Don't cry" you said "I just, I literally made the biggest mistake ever, she doesn't even cook good" you gently moved Petunia to lay on your place and you layed om hers next to Luke, You wrapped your arms around his torso and carresed his golden locks "don't cry" you whispered in his ear and he wrapped his arms around you tightly, taking in your scent.

You stayed like that for awhile before you felt him place his hands on your leg and caressing it with his thumb, you enjoyed it because his hands were soft and warm. You nuzzled your face in the crook of his neck amd gave him little kiss there he then pulled you closer and moved his hand from your leg to your bum pushing it slightly so your hips would brush against his,you let out a breathy moan as your heat brushed against his hard well yk, you then placed your leg over his hip and he thrusted his hips into yours and you but your lip. Every move he made was gentle, slow and sensual, your brain was telling you to stop him but your mind and heart were telling you to kiss him and continue, since everyone always say to listen to your heart you did just that. You looked up at him and he looked back at you moved hair from his face behind his ears, placed your hands on his cheeks and kissed him, he of course kissed you back full of lust and passion. He then placed you on your back and got on top of you with his hips still grinding against yours "you have no idea how long ive dreamed of doing this again, touching you again, kissing you again" he whispered in your ear before biting it gently and kissing your neck, you threw your head back "fuck Luke" You moaned out quietly, after making sure he left few visible marks he wrapped his fingers around your neck and kissed you roughly, he ran his hand down to your cleavage, he tuck his finger inside it before ripping your dress in two pieces, you couldn't care less to be honest , as long as you had Luke 😜. He tossed it to the floor and you helped him take off his blouse and pull down his pants, he then slide down his boxers and your underwear and got ready. He leaned down at you and pecked your lips and you opened your legs wider, he layed his forehead on top of yours "I dont have condom"he said and you blinked "you can pull out" you told him but he wasn't having it, "oh look, there's one on the floor" He randomly found condom on the floor, you didn't really care that much, he opened ot and put it on the went back to the position he was in, he slid himself inside of you and you moaned "oh my god" quietly of course "shhh" he told you and bit down on your shoulder then started moving his hips, you started getting desperate and moving your hips as well "fuck Luke go faster, please just go fucking fast" you whined which made him twitch inside of you and going faster and harder, he gripped the bed board behind you and leaned down to kiss you, while you made out he grabbed your bum and lift it up in the air then continued to pound into you like that, you completely lost yourself and started crying out in pleasure and Luke was enjoying every second of it, when you two finally came at the same time he layed down on top of you and you both were breathing heavily and were sweat as fuck, he kept giving your shoulder mini kisses which you liked alot.

You then dressed up, you found a new dress under the rug and walked out just in time to reveal gender and it was a girl yay.

[not-quite-girl-nor-quite-boy]

A/N- i had/have no idea what to do for wicked and i really just wrote down my thoughts as they came to me without much preperation just as a general warning. But i know alot of people are doing my babe rowena for 'wicked' and i love her so here we go!

Have fun<3

A/N part 2- I have decided to combine suptober day 4 and 5 (wicked+perfect dissaster) because a) they would both involve rowena anyway and b) because i need to catch up and while i can do alot of writing in a day 4 stories is too much. However, i might do one of these in November or just later on in general when i have less to do... So keep your peepers peeled.

Suptober day 4+5: Wicked + perfect disaster.

Rowena POV

"Hello my darlin' how can i help you?" The ginger witch said, her red curls bouncing in her ponytail as she walked over.

"You know how you can help me." The blonde started, "and you know why im here." She said pushing her glasses up her nose.

"Well of course i do love but i still have my manners. What do you want?" Rowena said. Her polite bubbly facade dropping.

"You to stop." She put simply. "Stop with all these perfect dissasters." She said pulling a thick book out of seemingly nowhere.

"Im afraid in simply cannot. Its alot of planning and it takes alot of energy but once i am finished, well it benifits me immensely. And besides by the time you've killed them like they're meant to be ive already gotten what i need." She paused as the librarian looking woman opened the book pulling out a page marker as a single tassle fell on the floor. "You dropped something." Rowena smiled. She looked down at the string looking up at rowena almost outraged. There was a full conversation happening between them existing solely in their eye contact. Eventually fate crouched down to pick it up tucking it back between the pages neatly.

"You are besmirching the charecter of the fates by impersinating our technique." She said snobbily. Rowena rolled her eyes at the self-superiority displayed in the statment.

"Yes i did draw inspiration from you darlings." She said in her charming voice thick with the full flurry of charm accompanying her scottish heritage.

"You cant act like us. Youre too wicked. Its a defamation of the name of the fates." She stated over dramatically.

"Where are your sisters anyway atropos?" She asked neglecting her feigned smile and glaring accusingly at the fake blonde.

"That hardly matters. Th-" she said quickly, getting cut off promptly by rowena.

"No this hardly matters. Otherwise you, the littlest of the little sisters, wouldnt be here all alone. They dont care. You will not put me off when you are inly here due to boredom and petty jelousy." She snapped.

"I dont need my sisters, i have the same autority as them, the same power as them." She said defensively.

"No you don't." Rowena stated knowingly. "You know it, and i know it. You arent the sam rank and you arent the same power, besides even if they were with you, it wouldnt stop me, it wouldnt frighten me. Nothing can." She stated fiddling with a coil come loose of its place in her hair. The fate looked at her like a spoilt child being told 'no' for the first time before promptly vanishing.

"Its always a good day to put someone in their place. Especially somone with such a superiority complex." She mumbled before returning to her buisness. "Maybe I'll give dean a call." She shrugged.

"This whole strategic killing thing reallybhad been working out well for her. And while usually she stuck with wicked in a more playfully mischevious way, this whole morally misguided method really worked in her favour.

A/N: Sorry this one is short but i had honest to god no idea what to do for this really. I mean it would always be rowena for wicked and probably be her for perfect dissaster but i was really fresh outta ideas for this one folks. Anyway. Hope you had fun <3

[davidsstories]

Here’s i little story

Hey i can’t tall you my name or anything Else really Else they Will find me but let me begin this from the begining

Have you ever felt like your being watched well you are a secret group Called(the red Call)they watch everything we do if somone steps out of Line they go missing(properly die)what do they want? They already has it full controle you might Think your decision are yours they’re not thats just what they want you to Think. Why are they after me you might ask. this is why i tried to expose them. I know i can’t win i know that they Will find me and kill me but i just can’t let them controles US anymore

How do i know all this i worked for them i was what they Call a(White mask)mecause of the masks we wore its really just another Word for exocutor. What made me chenge i was told to execute a child a boy no more then 12(his name was Josh). I wanted to refuse but when These guys talls you to do something you do it no matter how evil it is. The worst was the boy’s only crime was that he told someone at school that his dad was a part of this group. If you wonder what happned to the kid he told about it that kid was given amnesia indocing medicin so he forgot about it. After i had shot Josh(the 12 year old boy)in the bag of the head i was doing some paper work(we always do that after an execution)and i decided to leak the documents. The documents where deleted the moment i leaked them. I knew that they was gonna come for me and i was right the moment i Got up from my Chair they knocked at the door i grabbed my gun and as i opned the door i shot the bullet hit a man in a White mask and i made a run for it Got into my car and started driving they followed me two on bikes one in car. I rammed the car and it hit a tree then i rammed one of the bikes and the guy driving it fell OFF i looked back and saw that he wasen’t moving then i did the same with the other guy. Now i’m sitting in a bunker just waiting for them to find me knowing that there’s nothing i can do

[firehouseonechicago]

Five Times He Almost Kissed You, The One Time He Did || Matthew Casey

Author’s Note: This is going to be a new series I am starting. There will be similar one-shots coming out for selected members of One Chicago, so keep an eye out. First up is Chicago Fire! Gif by @dawsonscasey​

One...

The last call hadn’t gone according to plan. Sometimes these things happen, but when you end up missing someone on the fourth floor of an apartment building fire, it becomes hard not to dwell on that fact.

Matt missed somone, he could have sworn that the entire floor was clear. He checked every room, every hiding place a person was likely hiding. He found nothing.

A soft knock came from behind him, alerting him that there was someone there. When Matt turned, he released a long relieved sigh as his eyes landed on your form. You stood in the doorway to his quarters, leaning against the doorframe with your arms folded casually over your chest. “Hey, thought I would check up on you, see how you were doing” You spoke softly, smiling at him sweetly the way you always did when you spoke to him. You had only recently transferred to the 51 a few months ago, but god, Matt was grateful that there was someone like you at the firehouse. You always put others before yourself, no matter how you were feeling in that current moment. You were the kind of person who would go above and beyond for your tem, and Matt admired that so much.

He released another long sigh, turning around in his chair to face you fully. “I’m okay...” He replied, not entirely convincing himself as he forced himself to speak “really, I’m fine”. The expression on your delicate features told him that you weren’t one-hundred percent convince by his answer either, your eyes narrowing slightly as you stepped into his quarters. As you sat down on his cot with a small huff, a small thought crossed Matt’s mind. He looked at the clock above you on the wall, shift had ended over half an hour ago. Everyone, including Boden, would have left by now. You were the only two souls left in the firehouse. You had stayed behind to make sure that he was okay.

For a brief second, an image of his lips on yours flashed through his mind before he shook himself back into reality. What the hell was he thinking? He did have great admiration for you, that was certain. But he couldn’t make a move on you, not now. He had just broken up with Gabby, and he wasn’t ready for another relationship yet. But the way you place your hand on his shoulder, and offerred to buy him a beer to try and drown his sorrows with a sympathetic yet joking smile, Matt was finding it increasingly hard to ignore the growing butterflies in his stomach.

Two...

The 51 was celebrating Boden’s birthday at Molly’s, and Matt was sitting beside you at one of the tables. You were leaned against the wall, sitting side on to face him. The two of you had been talking non-stop all night, making jokes here and there, and just having general light-hearted conversations.

“Wait, you broke your arm-”

“By falling down the stairs, yes. I was a very clumsy child”

“And yet you became a firefighter, how ironic”

When your mouth fell agape in shock, Matt descended into a fit of laughter, flinshing lightly as you playfully punched his shoulder. “Wow, that was so uncalled for” You pouted, folding your arms over your chest with a huff. Matt leaned forward and placed his hand on your forearm “I’m only joking, you know that right?” Matt stated lowly, genuinely wondering if he had upset you or not. But when your lips formed a taunting and mischievous smirk, Matt knew he had fallen for your facade.

You began to giggle, your cheeks flushing a bright red as Matt pulled away from you, his lips parting in disbelief. He watched as you descended into laughter, your eyes sparkling in the gold fairy lights strewn throughout the bar. In that moment, Matt almost kissed you. Almost. You just looked so beautiful, so carefree, a completely different attitued to the one you wore at the firehouse. You were just so...so perfect. Shaking himself from him daze, it was now his turn to pout as he folded hims arms over his chest, mimicking your earlier posture. “Wow, you actually made me feel bad for saying that”.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to I was joking-”

“You used my own tactic against me!”

You laughed again, shying away from Matt’s playful gaze until your name was called loudly from across the bar. Matt followed your gaze to meet the teasing smirk of Mouch. He waved you over, gesturing towards Otis behind the bar. Matt turned back to face you when he heard you sigh. “That’s my que” You joked, carefully manouvering out of your seat with a small smile. “i’ll see you later, okay” You spoke kindly, placing your hand on his shoulder. Matt’s stomach fluttered with butterflies at your touch, but he nodded nonetheless. :Sure, you still need a ride home right?”

“You’re not planning on leaving me here are you Matthew Casey?”

“Of course not, I was just making sure” Matt replied, dodging your hand as you tried to ruffle his hair. With a successful huff, Matt turned to watch you as you made your way over to the bar, smiling a kind greeting at Mouch and Otis as the three of you began to talk.

Matt knew he was falling for you, and he knew that there was nothing he could do to stop himself from doing so.

Three...

“Thank you so much for today Matt, I really appreciate it” You spoke gratefully, serving a beautifully cooked helping of spaghetti bolognese. Matt waved his hand dismissively, taking one of the bowls from your hand with a kind smile “I really don’t mind Y/n, I’m happy to help out” He replied, following you over towards the dining room table.

Matt had overheard you talking to Herrmann and Mouch about how to go about replacing a broken window, which had been shattered when two young boys accidentaly kicked a ball through your bedroom window. ‘It was a rather rude wake-up call’ He heard you say, and he offered to fix it for you then and there. He could tell that you were surpised by his offer, but he was relieved that you had said yes. And now, he sat across from you eating dinner. It was a nice feeling.

“Seriously, I can’t thank you enough. You didn’t have to do this” “I know, but like I said, I honestly don’t mind”. Your small smile made his stomach backflip, the two of you eating in a comfortable silence. After eating, the two of you talked and talked, laughing and joking about anything and everything. “Otis was telling me that they need an extra hand at Molly’s, but given my clumsy history I told him I’d think about it” You explained, shrugging your shoulders awkwardly. Marr gave you a confused expression “I think you should take it, I mean its a good job, plus you’re already amongst friends” He reasoned, watching as your eyes lit up with a brightness that made him feel lighter.

With a small clear of your throat, you stood up, moving to clear the bowls from the table. However, Matt beat you too it. “Here, I’ll take them” He spoke kindly, smiling down at you cheekily as he carefully took the bowls from your hands. “Are you sure? I’m fine doing-” “No, you cooked! It’s only fair that I clean-” Matt stopped abruptly upon realising how close the two of you actually were. His face was just inches away from your own, so close that he could have kissed you had he leaned forward to close the gap. Matt almost did, had it not been for the ringtone of his phone which completely ruined the mood.

Grumbling under his breath, Matt placed the bowls back onto the table and removed his phone from his pocket. His eyes widened, his gaze flickering up to meet yours. “Boden needs us back at the firehouse” He explained, placing his phone back in his pocket as he followed you towards your door. “Did Boden say why he needed us?” “No, he just said it was urgent” He replied, quickly jogging over to the driver side of his car. When he looked up, he saw you standing beside his passenger door. “Mind if I tag along?” You asked, smiling teasingly whilst gesturing to the passenger seat with your head. Without a second thought, Matt nodded “Jump in, and hold on”.

Four...

Matt certainly wasn’t expecting you to ask him to be your date to your brother’s wedding, but he was more than happy to go.

The last few shifts had been rough, rougher than most, so escaping to the picturesque scene of a wedding was exactly what he needed to clear his mind. And besides, it was an open bar. Fixing his tux as he stepped out of his car, Matt was adjusting his tie when he heard rushed footsteps coming from inside your house as he knocked on the door to announce his arrival. “I’ll be there in a second Matt! I can’t find my damn purse!” He heard you cry, chuckling to himself quietly as he shook his head in amusement. “Okay, I’ll just wait by the car!” He replied, turning around and heading back down the stairs. He didn’t even make it down to the sidewalk before he heard the door to your house close.

As Matt turned, his breath was immediately knocked out of him. You stood at the top of the staircase wearing a beautiful light blue dress, with your hair tied into a delicate bun with a few loose strands here and there. Matt was so incredibly stunned, that he hadn’t realised that you were actually speaking to him. He shook his head quickly “Uh, sorry what did you say?” He asked somewhat sheepishly, flushing a light pink in embarrassment. You laughed, smiling happily as you walked down the stairs to join him. “I said, how do I look?” You asked again, waiting nervously for his reply.

Looking you up and down, Matt wanted nothing more than to kiss you. You just looked so beautiful, so...

Matt took a deep breath, calming his racing heart as he spoke “You look absolutely breathtaking”. Your smile made his heart skip a beat, your cheeks turning a bright red. “Then shall we go?” You asked timidly “after the week we’ve had, I can’t wait for the reception”. Matt laughed loudly as he held out his arm toward you “I think we shall, m’lady” He taunted, raising a teasing eyebrow in your direction as your looped your arm through his.

Five...

Herrmann had brought his family to the firehouse for a visit, and as usual, they were running around like wild animals, their loud shouts and screams giving everyone a headache.

Herrmann was just about at the end of his tether, as he sat opposite you and Matt in the common room with his head in his hands. “I don’t know what I’m going to do...” Herrmann whined, “no matter what I tell them, they just won’t be quiet”. You pressed your lips into a thin line, sighing lightly through your nose. Matt watched from the corner of his eye as you quickly stood up, calling out to each child by name. As if by magic, Lee, Luke, Max, Annabelle and little Kenny all immediately fell silent. They all turned to face you with confused but smiling expressions, whilst Matt and Herrmann watched you in a dumbfounded stupour.

You knelt down in front of the five children with a bright smile on your face. “Hey, listen your dad kind of has a teeny tiny headache from the last call we went on, and he just needs a few moments of peace and quiet, okay? If you guys can be quiet for just a few minutes, I’ll take you all out for ice cream after the shift ends. How does that sound?” You reasoned, earning a few silent nods and murmers of agreement in response.

“Okay, I think a few of the other guys were playing hacky sack on front of the firehouse, why don’t you guys go see if you can join them?” You suggested, laughing lightly as the five children all raced out of the common room with excited giggles and the occasional squeal. Feeling several pairs of eyes on you, you turned back to face Matt and Herrmann, finding that their gaze was already on you with wide eyes and dropped jaws. As you moved back over to your seat beside Matt, Herrmann scoffed in disbelief. “How the hell did you do that!?” He exclaimed, throwing his arms up in exasperation whilst he waited for your answer. As your shrugged your shoulders nonchalantly, Matt watched you in complete awe. He had no idea that you were this amazing with kids. He didn’t know why he was so surprised, he supposed that the situation never presented itself.

But after seeing the way you handled Herrmann’s kids, how you were so kind and caring, how your voice was soft and delicate...he felt his heart begin to beat wildly in his chest. It felt strange to think about you that way, having kids of your own someday, a part of him hoped that one day, he would have kids too. When your eyes briefly met his with that teasing smirk of yours on your lips, Matt suddenly had the overwhelming urge to kiss you. But he didn’t, not in front of Herrmann, he wasn’t even sure if you felt the same way about him the way he did you. So he pushed down that feeling, and instead smiled happily in your direction as you continued to converse with Herrmann.

The one time he did...

You were the only one still inside the apartment complex as it went up in flames.

Your last call over the radio stated that you were headed up to the fifth floor to retrieve a resident’s daughter who was trapped inside their apartment. That was five minutes ago.

You had been silent ever since, and Matt was getting worried. What if something had happened to you? What if you were trapped too? Matt turned to Boden, who looked just as worried as he was. “Chief, let me go back in. She might need-”

Before Matt could finish uttering his sentence, the top three floors of the apartment complex exploded, including the fifth floor. Bright orange flames engulfed the outside of the building, thick black smoke rising into the Chicago night sky. “Y/n!” Matt shouted, starting to rush toward the buring building entrance. However, he was stopped by Severide and Mouch, who forcefully held him back as he struggled against their hold. He could faintly hear Boden calling you over the radio due to the roaring of the flames, he could hear the mother of the mother of the girl inside screaming for her daughter. Gabby and Shay stood on standby, their eyes gleaming with unshed tears as they waited...and waited...and waited.

Boden lost his temper, “Damnit L/n, respond!” He shouted furiously, though he waited anxiously for your reply. Several agonising minutes passed by, there was still no word from you. Matt was starting to lose hope. No, you couldn’t be...you just couldn’t. You were always careful, always vigilant. There was no way you could be gone. There was till so much he needed to say to you, Matt’s heart almost stopped at the mere thought of never being able to tell you that he loved you.

The door to the complex flew open, thick smoke billowing out through the doorway. Everyone held their breath, the usually busy street was now completely silent. Aft first, Matt thought it was the sheer force of the fire that had almost knocked the door off its hinges, the weight of immense dread and grief consuming him as he struggled to stay on his feet. The cold harsh reality of the situation began to set in. You were gone.

Then Severide was rushing towards the door, shouting for Gabby and Shay to follow. And as if by some miracle, you stumbled through the doorway with the little girl in your arms, your mask covering the girl’s face. Matt released a choked sob as he watched Severide take the girl from your arms, handing her over to Gabby and Shay before he enveloped you in a bone crushing hug. Matt began to jog forward, pure elation and happines filling him as he heard your voice. “Why the hell didn’t you answer your radio!?” Kelly shouted angrily, though his happy tears and slight laugh of disbelief conveyed different emotions altogether. You coughed slightly, looking up at Severide shyly “A bit of debris caught my shoulder, breaking the damn thing in two. I couldn’t have responded even if I wanted too”.

Removing his helmet as he moved past Severide, Matt tossed it aside and gently cupped both sides of your face before dipping down and pulling you into a gentle yet passionate kiss. You were completely taken aback at first, surprised that this moment was even happening. But eventually you reciprocated the kiss, not caring about the cheerful shouts coming from the rest of your colleagues who watched on in pure joy. The two of you pulled away breathlessly, as Matt’s teary gaze examined every inch of your smoke-covered face. “Promise me, that you will never do that again” He whispered quietly, his voice breaking slightly as his eyes fixated on every minor burn, every speck of ash that flecked your skin. You nodded curtly, sniffling slightly as your tear-filled eyes met Matt’s. “I promise”. 

[shinssoohyuk]

spots

(yes i've gotten to the point of writing drabble with this obsession)

“Sire, we really do need to address the issues with the ocean trade routes-”

Wolfgang put his hand up to silence the speaker, Marquess Gallen. The elder man at first looked appalled before squinting to see what the King saw.

In the gardens, there was a scraggly spotted white and black stray dog. It lapped at puddles of water on the ground and was quite far away from the mass of people that had gathered around the King on his daily stroll.

“My Liege,” a servant called from Wolfgang’s left side. “Do you want us to remove that dog for you?”

The King turned and shot the man a look of confusion. “No, why would I want that?”

“The previous-”

“Who cares about the previous king,” Wolfgang huffed before starting to walk towards the gardens. “I happen to love dogs and dogs love me.”

“But, it’s a stray, Your Majesty-!”

No amount of argument could stop the King when his mind was made. To prove such a point, he grabbed the railing next to him and hurled himself downwards onto the castle garden’s grass. His entourage all gasped in horror, starting to worry as he strode on over to the animal.

The dog finally looked up at him as he reached halfway to it. It stared at Wolfgang, and once it realized his path, it started to back away, its tail flicking between its legs.

“Ah, no, I don’t mean to scare you,” Wolfgang hummed, stopping in his tracks. He bowed his head slightly. “I’m just here to find out where you come from if that is alright.”

The dog stayed completely still, trying to figure out the King’s behavior.

“I’m Wolfgang,” He said conversationally. “And you are?”

The dog tilted its head and its tail started to raise.

The King offered an open hand. “You can come to sniff me to make sure I’m safe. I won’t touch you until you trust me.”

The dog listened to his words and inched over to him.

The staff behind him instantly started fretting loudly. “Somone get the finance minister!”

Wolfgang paid them no mind.

The dog reached his outstretched hand. There was a flurry of sniffs before the dog began to wag its tail and then it launched itself at Wolfgang.

The staff screamed as the King fell to the grass.

“Your Majesty!” Shin Soohyuk’s voice carried over them all, as he raced into the gardens. “What are you-?”

On the green, Wolfgang was being attacked by a flurry of licks and sniffs from a dog whose tail was wagging at light speed. The King was beaming as he patted the animal. “Shin, can we keep it?”

“I beg your pardon?”

The dog stopped and turned to Shin, peering up at him with soft puppy eyes. Not only that, but the King had wrapped his arms around the dog, holding it tightly in a hug as he also shot Shin a puppy eye look. “Can we keep her? She seems like a lovely lady. And she’s so sweet.”

“Your Majesty, you know we don’t have a spot for it-”

“She can stay in my room,” Wolfgang responded. “I can walk and feed her, as well as bathe her.”

Shin rolled his eyes, pausing for a moment before asking, “Permission to speak freely, sire?”

“You always have it,” Wolfgang stated as the dog began to lick his face once more.

“You sound like a child.”

“Thank you. Glad to know I’ve retained my youth. Now, answer the question. Can I keep her?”

Now, there was a palace dog.

Her name was dubbed by the King to be Dame Spots of his Majesty Goldenleonard the Fourth.

Everyone just called her Spots.

[wonderwomanfantasy]

Momo Yayorozu is a lesbian and just doesn’t know it yet.

my computer died half way through writing this and none of it saved so while I love momo I am done with it. 

Omega! Yayorozu x Alpha! Reader. 

warnings: light smut, 

word count: 2,300 (about)

summary: You and momo are good friends, you just wished you were a little more.

Yayorozu’s hands were unusally soft for a hero. I mean you’d think with all the fighting she did that she would have at least a few callouses on her hands but no, they were always so soft. Not that you were all that surprised, she probably had some fancy lotion that cost a fortune and worked miracles. Her hands were on you now, slowly working out the kinks in your shoulders. 

“You really need to be more careful (y/n) you could seriously hurt yourself if you keep trying to spar while you aren’t properly stretched out,” she scolded lightly. You knew she was right, but if this was the treatment you get for not stretching, you couldn’t complain. Her scent was soft, like cherry blossoms and citrus. 

“Not that I don’t apricate this Momo, but people might get the wrong idea if you stay so close to an Alpha,” you warned and felt her freeze for a minute. 

“I don’t care, Everyone knows were just friends anyway,” she said and you felt a sharp spear pierce your heart. that’s right, you were just friends. And of course, no one would think twice about Momo rubbing your shoulders, she was straight after all. 

The two of you were still surprisingly close for an Alpha and Omega to be. It hurt a little bit each time she took your hand in hers, or cuddled up next to you during class movie nights. 

Even though you had no chance, it was hard not to fall in love with her. 

“(y/n)?” Momo prompted and you realized she had asked you something while you were spacing out.

“Sorry what was that?” you asked 

“Do you want to get boba?” she asked picking up her gym bag and you followed her. 

“Sure,” you agreed and a wide smile spreading across her face making your heart do funny things. “my treat,” you added. and her smile evaporated turning into a stubborn pout.

“(y/n) why do you never let me spoil you?” she whinned hanging off your arm dramatically maing you chuckle. you placed your hand on her lower back steadying her.

“Come on Momo it’s just my Alpha instinct, You don’t want to hurt my pride do ya?” you shrugged and she huffed. 

“Okay but I’m paying next time,” she said and you agreed placidly.

The boba shop wasn’t too far from the gym you worked out at, momo staid on your arm as you walked. She leaned her head on your shoulder as you waited in line making your heart skip a beat. you looked around the small boba shop at the other people, and you wondered if they thought you were a couple. 

“Hey (y/n) will you order for me? I need the bathroom,” Momo said squeezing your hand and pulling away from you. instantly you missed her closeness.

“sure,” you said with a nod. and turned your attention back to the line thinking about what she would want. Normally she got the brown sugar milk tea but maybe you’d surprise her with the caramel one instead. 

You placed your order and waited patiently for your name to be called, then you felt a small tap on your shoulder. When you turned you saw a short yellow-haired omega girl looking up at you, a bright pink blush across her round cheeks. 

“Can I help you?” you asked polielty, 

“Oh! sorry I was just wondering if that girl you were with was your mate,” she asked and you did your best not to grimace. It wasn’t her fault so there was no use getting mad at her. 

“No, we’re just friends,” you admitted. She beamed 

“Oh! well my name is Peko and uhm i just think you’re gorgeous and I was wondering if you’d want to go out with me?” She offered, for an omega she was certainly bold. Suddenly Momo was back at your side, her hand taking its place in yours. 

“A friend of yours?” she asked. you squeezed her hand and turned your attention back to Peko.

“I’m sorry, you seem like a very sweet Omega but I’m a UA student and I’m too busy to date anyone right now, I’m sorry,” you said and winced as she deflated. 

“It’s alright, It was nice to meet you!” she said before scurrying over to her own friends. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to make things awkward,” Momo said 

“Don’t worry about it,” you said with a shrug then to lighten the mood you elbowed her lightly. 

“Rejecting girls isn’t any big deal for a heartbreaker like me,” you teased wiggling your eyebrows

“Oh how could I forget Omega’s just love you don’t they,” she giggled. 

Momo couldn’t stop thinking about your interactions today. For some reason it felt wrong to see you with another Omega, one that was flirting with you no less. and even though you had said it as a joke, she couldn't help but think that you really were a “babe magnet” as Denki would put it. It made her uncomfortable for some reason. 

Maybe it was because if you stopped spending so much time with her you would have enough time for a mate. No, you were her best friend, you wouldn't just drop her like that, even if your future mate demanded it. Momo knew that if her future Alpha ever suggested she spend less time with you she would drop him in a heartbeat. No Alpha was worth losing you over. but what if you didn’t feel the same way about her? the idea gnawed at her.

While she had never asked it, Momo had always sort of assumed the two of you would stick together after graduation, maybe even move in together once you both started working. She could very clearly see herself coming home to you after a long day of work and relaxing in your arms. or dancing around the kitchen together while you thought her how to cook. 

But maybe that was just a fantasy in her head.

 Her skin felt hot, itchy. Signs of her upcoming heat. She started moving around the room picking at her nest and rearranging it lightly. it was made of soft blankets and stuffed animals on her enormous bed. and at the heart of her nest was a collection of items you’d scented for her. 

There were other items scented by alphas, but they were on the outskirts of her bed. None of them offered the comfort your scent did. Fermilar, soft, warm, protective. She wondered if she’d ever find an Alpha who smelled as good as you did. 

Her phone buzzed and she saw you had texted her. You wished her a good night, and told her that you would be stopping by after class to check on her, so she should text you if she needed anything. Momo smiled and wondered if she could sucker you into to Facetiming with her so she could fall asleep with you. She knew you would, You always spoiled her when she was this close to her heat. You were going to make some omega really happy one day.

Momo woke up late the next day, a dull ache set in to her whole body. She whimpered and checked her phone. Just another text from you telling her good morning and reminding her to text if she needed anything. She really did love you, as much as a best friend could love somone. 

Momo rolled on her side and brought her favorite hoodie to her nose breathing in your scent, which relaxed the pain some but also brought on a pang of longing in her core. She sighed, breathing in again, this was going to be a long day. 

You spent the whole day fidgeting and nervously tapping on your desk. It was hard to focus on the lesson being thought when your omega was out hurting. It was wrong to be so possessive of Yaoyorozu but you couldn’t help the flare of hormones that just so happened to hit you everytime she went into heat. 

You checked your phone religiously, Momo texted you as soon as she woke up telling you that she had everything she need but still wanted to see you after class. But that didn’t stop the fidgity way you checked your messages, after all you needed to know if she changed her mind. 

The second the bell rang you bolted out of the room, tearing to the dorm room grabbing a convenience store bag full of treats for her before tripping over yourself to get to her room. Even if Momo claimed she didn’t need anything you would sooner turn up dead than show up empty-handed. 

You took one deep breath before knocking at the door. 

“(y/n)?” she asked

“Yeah Princess it’s me can I come in?” you asked. Princess was a special nickname you only used when she was hurt or in heat, 

“The doors unlocked,” she replied and you took that as your queue to enter. To most Alphas, it would be maddening to walk into a room with an in heat Omega, but it was strangely calming for you. your nerves subsided as you saw Momo curled in her nest wearing one of your old hoodies. 

“You shouldn’t leave the door unlocked its dangerous,” you chided softly,  placing the bag on her side table and sitting gingerly on the edge of the bed, careful not to intrude on her nest. 

“ ‘snot dangerous, I have you to protect me,” she whinned. You alpha let out a deep internal purr. That was right, you were her alpha and you were going you protect her better than anyone else could. 

“Still you need to be careful when I’m not around Princess,”

“stop scolding me, come cuddle,” she huffed rolling her eyes and opening her arms. 

“are you sure? You want me in your nest?”

“(y/n) you make up half of my nest now come here.”  You thought about teasing her for being so bossy but decided against it. crawling over tward her and taking her warm body into your arms. Momo’s arms locked around you like a vice, you got comfortable knowing you’d be there for a while. 

she buried her nose in the crook of your neck breathing in your scent and her hands went to your hair, running her fingers through it softly. You held her just as tight, your hands trailing up and down the curve of her back.

“Missed you today,” you said into her hair, her breath tickled your neck as she spoke

“I missed you more,” 

“Now way you missed me more. You have a million things I scented for you it’s not the same,” you protested

“Did too miss you more, I’m in heat I needed my Alpha!” She shot back. you froze uner her and she pulled back, confused at your sudden change in mood. 

“Momo, you can’t say stuff like that,” you said gravely serious, then seeing the confusion on her face you contued. 

“you’re still an Omega, and one in heat for that, it does things to me when you say that,” you growled. 

Momo’s thighs clenched together, it was deeply appealing to know she could rile you up so easily.  Her hands moved to your stomach feeling the soft skin and bit her lower lip. She had never realised how much she needed to touch you. at that moment it didn’t mater to her that you were her friend, and a girl, she just wanted more of you. 

“so, It turns you on when I call you Alpha?” she asked. it was very unladylike of her, but worth it to see the blood rush to your face,

“Momo-”

“or is it the needing you part? because that was true I needed you so badly all day Alpha,” before she could even blink you had fliped her onto her back and crashed your mouth to hers. She responded eagerly, kissing you with a passion she didn’t even know she had. It was exhilarating to kiss you and feel your body press down on hers. it felt right.But as soon as it started it ended.

“Damn it,” you growled, angry at yourself for losing control. you forced yourself off the bed leaving momo dazed behind. Your mouth still buzzed, it had been everything you had ever dreamed of to kiss her. 

“I’m sorry Momo,” you said running your hand through your hair. “I should go,” you said, the smell was starting to get to you in a way it never had before, every instinct was telling you to kiss her again. 

“wait, (y/n) please,” she called, grabbing your wrist and pulling you back, she was too close and you pounced again. Kissing her ferociously, your tongue slipping past her soft pink lips. you moaned into her touch before ripping yourself away again. Fuck she was delicious. 

“I can’t control myself, I need to go,” you growled. 

“I love you (y/n) please stay. I want you to kiss me like that, I meant it when I said I needed you,” she pleaded, tears forming in her perfect gray eyes. you whipped her eyes and kissed her softly. 

“you mean that Princess?” you asked against her mouth, your hands lost in her thick black hair. she nodded, leaning in to kiss you this time. 

“I love you so much,” she said you pushed her back, laying yourself out across her chest. as you savored her kisses. 

“I’ve loved you for the longest time,” you said. 

“then you’ll keep kissing me?” she asked making you laugh. 

“mmhmm babygirl I’m all yours.”

[kenganparadise]

👉👈if its not too much trouble, maybe some Yumigahama nsfw headcanons where he has a short s/o please? I love that ugly man so much and i saw you write him once and i pogged bc no one else rights for him JEBDBEBD

Oooooooohhh yes yes yes!!! My heart belongs to Agito but I love this ugly trash man!! Ugh god I might have gotten carried away with this. These are mainly general NSFW I apologize.

🔞WARNING NSFW AHEAD- IT GETS NASTY🔞

Yumigahama NSFW-

• this man is one kinky son of a bitch. He probably has a hard time finding someone to explore them with. He’s one cocky boy but when approaching his S/O (only if In a long term serious relationship) with what he wants to do to them.... he gets a tiny little bit nervous.

• he’s a switch through and through.

• he thinks vanilla sex is so boring. He thinks If you think sex stops at a penis going in and out of a vagina your sorely mistaken. He feels bad for vanilla people.

• He doesn’t really have a bunch of experiences with some these fetishes of his but he wants so badly to explore with his S/O. He is quite selfish in the bedroom. He likes being the center of attention. He puts his own pleasures in front of his S/O’s most of the time.

• He masturbates to the thought of his S/O so often, especially if in a long term relationship. He imagines them and himself in all different types of situations. He moans their name. He kinda wishes they’d walk in and hear him or watch him.

• he’s so rough and cocky. He’d like to tie his partner up. He’s also uses his S/O to practice shibari on. He’d love to have them strung up, completely helpless, and have him do whatever he wants to them. He’d like to blindfold and gag his S/O as well.

• of course. He’d love it if his S/O tied him up. Or blindfold and gag him. Only if he’s in the mood for it. He wants to be completely helpless, he wants to be at his S/O’s mercy. He wants them to use his body for their pleasures.

• loves the size difference soooo much. He seriously loves it. Especially when his S/O is topping/Domming he loves the thought of having a weak tiny person having so much controlling over somone so big and strong.

• He will seriously let his S/O do anything to him. ANYTHING. He wants to try everything

• He likes to roleplay but he always breaks character. He tries not to sometimes he just gets the giggles or has to make fun of his S/O.

• He prefers to receive oral over giving. But god when his S/O sits on his face as suffocates them with their ass. He’ll be desperately licking and sucking as he touches himself rapidly.

• He can get so loud. Especially when he’s bottoming/subbing. He grunts, moans, laughs, and sometimes he screams. This problem -if you can call it that- can be solved by gagging him. When he’s topping/domming he’s got quite the mouth on him. He’ll dirty talk so much,

It’s downright disgusting the things he says.

• piss kink

• Yup. Yumi would like to get pegged by his S/O. At first he’d think it’s dumb and emasculating. He doesn’t think he’ll get much enjoyment out of it, but he wants to try everything. He finds himself enjoying it more than he’d like to admit. When his S/O aims just right and hits his G-spot over and over and over- he’s cumming. No stimulation on his dick required. He loves it because it’s suuuuper easy to overstimulate him. He’d be sobbing by the night is over.

• Next time he’ll have a dildo in his ass as he fucks his S/O. He’ll be moaning so loud.

• Here’s a detailed list of his fetishes he’d like to try with his S/O. BDSM, Katoptronophilia (sex in front of mirrors), muscle worship (only receiving), orgasm denial, humiliation, rope work/Shibari, sensory deprivation, sounding (only receiving), spanking, Vincilagnia (being tied up and at another’s mercy fetish), Wax play, Amaurophilia (blindfold/unable to see kink), Anal, and Asphyxiation.

• he’s probably got more than this if we’re being honest.

• he likes masturbating in front of his S/O while they watch. If he’s subbing/bottoming he likes it if they bossed him around and told him exactly what to do.

• aftercare is a necessity. He’ll carry his S/O to the shower. If he was too rough then he’ll apologize by being extra affectionate. He’ll carry them to bed or go get them food.

• he’ll thank his S/O for partaking in his fetishes. It’s kinda sweet actually.

[neeharlowwrites]

Identical Strangers

Title: Identical Strangers

Rating: Explicit

Words: 4554

Warnings: Violence, Mentions of smut, Brotherly Angst, Family Drama, 

Authors Note:  This is an in Star Wars universe Solo triplet fan fic. I worked very hard on this and it would not be possible without the lovely ladies of the Thirst Order Writers Server on discord. These girls and the Thirst Order mods are just the best. A special shout out to Melly or @thetoruterwrites on tumblr for being a wonderful beta and helping me with everything. Including the title. And Luna or @writingsawildride on tumblr and on A03 who has listened to me complain and also reading this. Love you all!

Summary:  Luke Skywalker's temple was destroyed a family fight caused the Solo triplets, Ben, Matt, & Kylo to their separate ways. Ben went with Han, Matt stayed with Leia, and Kylo took off to find his own destiny with the man he knew only as Snoke. Years go by and they went from close to estranged within a short period of time when the oldest cut all connections. It wasn't until years later that while on a planet searching for the map to Skywalker that you mistake Ben for Kylo. Startled by this doppelganger at first then intrigued when you learned of Kylo's past you impulsively decide a family reunion is in order. What starts as bad only spirals into worse as you endure brotherly shenanigans and secrets from the past are brought into light as you soon find yourself smack dab in the middle of generations old family drama. And as Kylo's "co-worker" with benefits this was not what you signed up, but maybe just maybe, this could help you break past that Jedi Killer facade and finally know the man Kylo Organa-Solo.

Chapter One

You looked around the crowded village square and tried not to panic. You'd lost him. You had one job! Should have been simple enough: Don't lose Kylo Ren. Not that finding a 6'3 tall man in a long black flowing robe and scary mask would be difficult, he had a tendency to stick out wherever he went; but you really did not have time for his bantha shit today. The General was going to be unhappy when he learned of this, and when the General was unhappy he bitched and whined and moaned. Which would have been fine, you were good at tuning out the anal retentive ginger. Its just when those complaints reached Supreme Leader Snoke you'd have to deal with him too. You pulled your hood up over your head and began to scan the crowd for your missing asshole. He must have gotten a lead on the map and went for it. Not uncommon for him to ditch you. All because he had the Force or whatever the fuck. Something you lacked and he enjoyed reminding you of often. You still would like to have been notified. You were there with him for a reason, damn it.

You walked through the crowded streets filled with all kinds of different beings, from human, to near-human, and even some aliens. You didn't have time to really marvel at all different species. You needed to find Ren and get back to the Command Shuttle. You turned a corner and there was, a man who was a head taller than the rest. That gorgeous black hair was a surprise though? Had he taken his mask off as to mingle more efficiently? You felt as though you'd die of a heart attack. Ren had taken your advice for once! You really didn't care, you had a bone to pick with this good for nothing nerf herder.

“Hey!” you shouted.

He ignored you. Since he was mask-less and anonymous this meant you could get a little hands on without sudden consequence,

“Hey!” you said louder.

The man turned and looked you up and down curiously, “Well hey to you too...” he smirked crossing his arms across his chest, “And what can I do for you sweet thing?”

You rolled your eyes, “Okay I'll play along Solo.”

“Ah, so my reputation proceeds me. Yes, I'm Solo.” he said, “Both here and relationship wise. More important question, are you?”

“Excuse me?” you asked tilting your head forward and glaring up at him from beneath your lashes. “I mean I know we're not, you know, but single? Whatever, let's get going.”

“Wow you like to get right to it don't you?” he asked flashing a rare dopey smile.

“You feeling okay?” you asked reaching to feel his forehead.

“I could always feel...” he gently took your hand and kissed it, “Better.”

You cocked an eyebrow suspiciously, “Right... so I'm just going to say it's the heat getting to you. But we can discuss this more later. On the ship.” you pulled your hand back and ignored the butterflies that had decided to take flight in your stomach and walked behind him. You planted both of your hands firmly on his ass and paused momentarily... had he been working out? Seemed fuller.

“Hey! Whoa!! Hands off the goods kid!” he exclaimed jumping, “I mean I'm into this, I love feisty women and all but uh, how about we start a name?”

You sighed, “My name is I dunno, Leia?”

His eyes went distant, “Well that's unfortunate...”

“What's wrong with that name?”

“No man wants to moan his mother's name in bed... kind of traumatizing.” he replied.

“Speaking from experience?” you asked.

“I don't know. I am willing to find out though.” he shrugged and smirked suggestively. “I'm always up for new experiences, even mentally scarring ones.”

“Okay, Kylo that's just weird.” you siad throwing your hands up.

That smirk faded as his expression turned to interest, “Wait, did you say Kylo?”

“Yes, Kylo, your name Kylo Ren?” you said. “Now come on, we need to get back before Hux's panties bunch up too far.”

“I'm not Kylo Organa-Solo.” he said, “I'm Ben Organa-Solo, his brother.”

“His twin brother I'm assuming?” you asked.

“Close, triplet actually.” Ben said. “This makes sense now. Where is the overgrown bitch boy anyway?”

You look back at him and then you started to realize slight differences between your Kylo and this man, same hair, same expressive eyes, same long elegant nose, same full plush lips... but the speckles of freckles and moles were different. Your eyes widened and you drew back, “Oh stars... you're really aren't Kylo, are you?”

Ben offered his hand, “Hi, I'm Ben Organa-Solo the middle child of the Solo triplets.” he said, you took his hand and shook it, “And you're Leia?”

You laughed, “No, my name is actually, F/N, I work with Kylo. Well not with him... more for him. I'm on the Supreme Council.” you looked at him smiling, “Wow, so Kylo really is a triplet.”

“He's the oldest, as I said I'm the adorable middle child, and then there's our youngest brother Matt.” he said, “You didn't know Kylo had brothers?”

“Kylo is pretty tight lipped about things. He doesn't talk about his past.” you said sadly.

“Are you his girlfriend?” he asked.

“Careful with that word.” you cringed, “There's nothing official between us. We're...” you tried to think of a term but blanked, “We fuck.” you shrugged.

“Pretty sure that's a friend with benefits.”

“More like a co-worker with benefits,” you corrected. “I came here with him to find something. But he went up and disappeared. Not the first time.” You sighed heavily, “Hey, so, how would you like to come see your brother?”

Ben's smile widened into a grin, “I think I'd like that very much.”

“Okay good. Follow me. I think he might actually be on the Command Shuttle and if he's not its the only way off this hell hole of a planet.” you said, “Come, follow me.”

You and Ben took off to the deserted part of the old village where you had left the Command Shuttle. You hoped that impulsive move would end well. Kylo was a very temperamental man. He was feared for being a killer and he was. There was no doubt about that. You often wondered why you hadn't become one of his countless victims. Maybe it was because he liked the way you challenged him? Maybe you were just a good fuck? Didn't matter, even if he denied it you knew you meant something to that man child. You reached into your robes for your comlink to contact Kylo but before you could try to reach him it was snatched out of your hand via Force by Ben.

“Maybe it'd be better if Kylo didn't know I was coming.” Ben said as the two of you walked.

“Why? Is he going to be upset?” you asked.

“Depends, would you still take me to see him if his reaction was, say, less than nice to seeing me?”

“No, I'd only want to take you more.” you said as you saw the ship come into view, “Why? Did you guys end things on a bad note?”

Ben was quiet as he pondered the question and cringed at the memories of his and Kylo's last conversation, “You could say that, yeah. But I'm glad you enjoy making Kylo squirm enough to bring back his estranged brother into his life.”

“Estranged?”

“Things between the three of us haven't been good for a while.” Ben said, “We actually haven't heard from Kylo for years. If it weren't for the Force bond we all shared we'd assumed he'd been dead long ago. Killed by doing something stupid or killed by somone. Either way dead. Kind of surprised he’s alive. Glad, but surprised.”

“He's alive. If you call it that.” you said. “He's rarely happy. I try to make him happy, but the closest I get is after we've--” you stopped mid sentence and pressed your lips together in thought, maybe this was too personal. You glanced at Ben before continuing, “Probably TMI. Before he ups and leaves me to shower. That moment where he looks at me and I could swear I see something more than lust... but I'm probably seeing what I want to see.”

“You're in love with him?” Ben asked.

You went silent not wanting to admit it yourself let alone some man you just met. You looked up the ramp of the ship where two Stormtroopers stood guard.

You lowered your voice just loud enough for Ben to hear, “It doesn't matter. Ren and I fuck. That's as far as that goes.”

“I understand, don't worry, your secret is safe with me.” he winked and playfully smacked your shoulder, “Now show me to the sum bitch.” he gestured for you to enter first.

You smiled and strode onto the ship, “Stay hidden until I can tell him.”

“You bet.” he said as he followed you through the winding corridors. “Wow, this is a nice ship. Is it his?”

“No, it belongs to the First Order.” you replied, “Kylo is a high ranking member so he travels in style.”

“Does he have his own ship?” Ben asked.

“Yeah he does. The Silencer. It is a one of a kind ship that was made and especially equipped for him. For now at least, its in its testing phase but it's going to be mass produced once he gives the clear.” you said as you came to a stop outside the cockpit.

“At least he's living his dream somehow...” Ben said.

“Stay here... I'll tell you when, okay?”

Ben gave you a thumbs up and you smiled. You opened the door to find Kylo sitting in the main chair, his throne, or the closest he'd ever get to one. You came up beside him and cleared your throat. His masked head turned to regard you. You wondered just how he was looking at you under that helmet.

“It is about time you joined us Lieutenant.” Kylo drawled through the modulator.

You noticed the two pilots out of the corner of your eye so you kept your tone respectful to your superior.

“Forgive me Commander Ren. I was distracted. I had assumed you ditched me and returned to the Finalizer already.” you said keeping your tone level, “I met someone.”

“Don't care.” he said, “Did you find what we came here for?”

“No, Commander. There was no word or clue to where the map is located. I fear it was a false lead.” you said, “But I did find something you'd find of interest. Or someone.”

“Resistance?” he asked rising from his chair.

You looked directly into that visor and shook your head, “No, not a Resistance member.”

He stepped closer nearly chest to chest. You could feel his heat and smell the scent of his clothes this close. He clenched his fists looking down at you, “Who?”

You felt that slight pressure at the back of your skull but you knew that feeling. It was not a headache coming on which you had mistaken it for in the past. It was him. Shifting around your thoughts again. He wasn't even trying to hide it this time.

“Sir, personal space.” you muttered under your breath looking over at the pilots to be sure they weren't looking. “And as for who, it's someone you know.”

You could sense him narrowing his eyes as he saw your recent memories and who you had brought onto his ship. The rage was sudden and he pushed past you storming to the door. You heard it open and a cheerful,

“BRO!”

Followed by the sound of Kylo's fist meeting a fleshy object you assumed to be Ben's face, a blood curdling bone crunching noise, and finally a body hitting the floor. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. You tried to tell yourself that if you turned around Ben would be fine and that Kylo hadn't just broken his brother's nose on sight but somehow.. you seriously doubted that.

A few seconds passed and you heard Ben's muffled voice, “Nice to see you too Kylo.”

“GUARDS!” Kylo's voice roared. Several troopers appeared and pulled Ben to his feet, “Throw him in the brig, I'll figure out what to do with him when we reach the Finalizer.”

“Kylo--” you tried to argue but he whirled around and pointed at you. You knew better than to try to argue further, “Fine, then I will be with Ben in the brig. Commander .”

Kylo didn't stop you but you heard his enraged yells behind you as you left. You pitied those pilots who were probably shitting their pants about now. But they'd live, Kylo wasn't that impulsive. He'd probably just sit and stew the entire way back to the Finalizer while you sat with Ben.

You grabbed an ice pack, some clean towels, and headed to the brig. They allowed you entrance and you saw Ben sitting and holding his nose blood dripping down his front. He waved at you and you smiled handing him the ice pack.

“That could have gone better.” you said.

“You obviously don't know my brother...” Ben chuckled, “That's just Kylo. He's always had a temper. It's why he was sent away in the first place.”

“To be a Jedi?”

“So you do know?” Ben asks, “He must really like you.”

You chuckled, “I just know bits and pieces from what I've heard around. There's plenty of rumors about your brother, oddly none about him having triplet brothers.” you smiled and undid Ben's shirt, “You're just ruining this shirt... take it off.” you pulled it off his shoulders and folded it.

“Careful, he is the jealous type.” Ben warned.

“If he had a reason to be jealous then fine, but he doesn't.” you shrugged, “I really don't feel like talking about the specifics of Kylo and I's... whatever. But I am curious about his past. Maybe tell me a little but about that?”

“How about a little info exchange? You tell me something and then I tell you something.” he offered.

“Alright, we can do that. But you have to go first.” you smiled and took one of the towels to wipe the blood from his lips and chin, “Who is Kylo? Really?”

“Kylo Cole Organa-Solo,” Ben began but you snorted “What?”

“Cole? Kylo's middle name is Cole?” you asked.

“Yeah, his middle name is Cole, why is that so funny?” Ben asked tilting his head.

“It's just so... normal. Compared to his first name I was thinking it would be something more exotic, dare I say dramatic. Like I don't know, Jett?” you threw out a random name and Ben laughed.

“No, Kylo's name is the only odd one. You'd think he was named last, as if they had only planned for two but then surprise that dark glob of anti-matter popped out too.” Ben said. “Matt was actually the last one.”

“Sorry, go on...” you said getting a fresh towel, “Let me see your nose...”

Ben lowers the now blood stained one, “It hurts...” he pouted.

You smiled warmly, “Poor thing... just hold still I need to check and make sure he didn't break it. It'd be a shame. You and your brother have such beautiful noses..” she reached and gently touched it. Ben cringed and inhaled sharply but remained still, “Okay... it looks fine. It's just going to be very sore for a while.”

“Brothers.” he corrected then cringed when he moved his head, “Shit... fucking Kylo.” he muttered.

“Anyway continue.” you gestured leaning back against the wall. “Kylo Cole Organa-Solo...”

“We were born the day they signed the Galactic Accordance. Our mom was in labor during it actually.” he laughed, “The official end of the Empire. So that was a big day for her and the galaxy as a whole. Our dad Han Solo was there for the birth. It has been said that Luke made an appearance too. But don't know about that considering there were also rumors that we were born with full sets of teeth. No one really knows what happened.”

“Where?”

“Ah... your turn. But I’ll let you slide this time. We were born in Hanna City on the planet Chandrila. Now, when did you and Kylo meet?”

“We met in the First Order. I was just a young thing and he was the big scary Commander Ren. I was promoted in rank and given a spot on the Supreme Council and Kylo and I were more or less forced into close proximity and we just kind of...” you shrugged, “Over those two years tension led to stress which led to it building and building and finally snapping in a hot, sweaty cum drenched mess in an empty conference room on an even messier table much to Hux's chagrin.”

“So it started as a rivalry of sorts and then became something more?” Ben smirked.

“I guess it could be seen as that, why?”

“Just sounds awfully familiar.” Ben said grinning, “Like our parents almost. Just hope that this ends better.”

“Your parents aren't together anymore?” you asked concerned.

“Are you going to waste your turn or are you going to ask about Kylo?”

“Damn... okay, we'll come back to that.” you said pointing at him, “You said he got sent away?”

“To train to be a Jedi with our Uncle Luke. He didn't want to go. But he was the oldest and he also was the one who honestly had the most power. Power he couldn't control and would let slip sometimes. So mom and dad thought it'd be best if he went with Luke.” Ben explained. “Kylo felt abandoned. Matt was always close to mom and I was closer to dad.. I guess Kylo felt both parents had their favorite. There was no one left for him. He was the third wheel, the odd one out, and he still holds onto that resentment for us. More me than Matty. He and I have always been the ones who fought the most. Matt was the peacekeeper.”

You nodded sadly, “That explains a lot actually. He has neglect issues and fear of rejection. You can see it how easily he's pushed to emotional extremes over simple things. Usually anger. I don't think I've ever seen him cry though.”

“Your turn.” Ben said, “What do you do in the First Order, it must be something to get his attention.”

“I am one of the lead strategists and a weapons engineer.” you replied. “I hold the rank of Lieutenant but I'm up for promotion soon. I work closely with Kylo but also General Hux to improve the Troopers gear and their simulation training.”

Ben removed the towel from his nose, “It stopped...” he said.

You looked him over and nodded, “Yeah it has. Good thing too. If it had kept bleeding I would have resorted to shoving some tampons up there.” you teased.

“So am I a prisoner of the First Order now or...?”

You shrugged, “I honestly don't know. The best thing we can do right now is give Kylo some time to cool off.”

“You know, I'm already nearly 30 there's only so many years left to live. Might not have time for that.”

You laughed, “I get it, he can be... testy. But trust me, he's cooled a lot since we've started--”

“Dating?” Ben suggested.

“Ben.” you said in a warning tone, “Promise me you won't tell him I told you about our personal stuff?”

“Don't worry kid, I got you.”

You sighed, “I think we're almost there. I'll go talk to him to see if I can lessen your sentence.”

“Good luck with that.” Ben said.

You gave his hand a light squeeze and left the cell. Ben was nearly identical to Kylo, it was a little alarming but you could get used to it. Ben was also funny, charming, and goofy. Something you knew Kylo was capable of however refused to let down his guard enough to show. Not even with you. Which was a little insulting if you really thought about it. Then again, he had made his intentions very clear that first night. This was purely for stress relief. You and him had an arrangement and nothing more. But over the past two years you'd grown so close to him, or as close as he'd let you. Under your delusional notions of sentiment it didn't matter, he was Kylo Ren, The Jedi Killer, Supreme Leader Snoke's prodigy apprentice... there was no way.

But even this, whatever it was, would all come to an end. Either in anguish and blood or, if you were lucky, quick and painless. If he had ever really cared he may even give you the option of knocking you unconscious beforehand. Somehow you doubted that though, Kylo always seemed to enjoy hurting people and you were nothing special. Or maybe he actually did see you as special? If that was the case, than that meant he'd take his time with you. Drag out those final moments, maybe even use them to get himself off at a different time. Fuck, he may not even wait just even jack off over your corpse. He was a twisted fuck. You banished those thoughts to the back of your mind, when that time came you'd face it head on. For now, you needed to talk the man down from possibility executing his brother.

You entered the cockpit and found him sitting in that middle chair. You quietly approached and kneel by his side, “Commander?” you asked softly, you know he heard you by the subtle movement of his hands.

He ignored you. You remained by his side quietly waiting for him to acknowledge you. Your eyes didn't move from the side of that mask. As you refused to back down you took in the black shine, the dents and nicks in the dome of it. It was intimidating, or it had been when you first saw him. It was nightmare fuel to most what he had done to your predecessor. You'll never forget that lightsaber crackling to life; the red blade ragged and spitting illuminating the dim war room briefly before he had thrust it hilt deep into her sternum so quick your brain hardly registered it until her body lay sprawled and motionless on the floor. All you could do was stare in awe and fascination as that tinted visor slowly turned its sights upon you and in doing so awoke something inside you had not ever felt before. You had been ashamed at how wet that made you. Either the sight of blood shed, the smell of burning skin and plasma, Kylo Ren himself or all of it together made your panties stick to you. And the way his gaze fell upon you you knew he sensed it just as if he could smell your moist cunt in the air.

You shudder a bit at the memory, a heat rising in you. That got his attention. Side eyeing to make sure you were not seen you brought your hand up and hesitantly placed it on his thigh. Without turning his head to fully acknowledge you he slid his hand up his thigh to touch yours. Even through both sets of gloves you could feel his warmth. It was moments like this you were most curious about the Force and what it would be like to feel him like that. You wondered for a split second if that's why he refused--

His hand squeezed yours cutting off any further thoughts. You realized he'd been in there listening. You hated when he was sneaky about it, and only when your thoughts forced his reaction did you realize he was aware of them. You tried to pull your hand away but he held tightly onto it.

“When we arrive, take Solo to my private quarters.” he said, “We have things to discuss. Have dinner sent there for when we arrive. You are to eat with us. I will be needing a chaperon to attend so that I am not tempted to end him.”

“Yes Commander Ren.” you said nodding respectfully. He released your hand allowing you to leave his side.

As you exited the cock pit you saw the Finalizer looming in the distance. You returned to the brig but stopped outside the cell you watched Ben sitting slouched on the metal cot. He had a look of concern on his face, his brow furrowed as those brown eyes looked around as if trying to see any weaknesses in his surroundings. His eyes scanned the walls, the floor, the ceiling and finally landed on you. The look of concern turned into a devious smirk.

“So you have returned to my humble abode?” he asked spreading his hands out, “I was just taking in what I'm guessing is my new living quarters?”

“Afraid not Ben, Ren has invited you to dinner in his private quarters.” you said. “Also I know men like you Solo, you were looking for something to use to bust out of here. What would you have done anyway? You realize your brother is a Commander, right? This is his ship. His men.”

“But I look like my brother...”

“None of these men have ever seen Kylo's face.” you said, “So they'd have no idea who you were if you had tried to pass as him. And I doubt you could. You're too sweet.”

“Have you?” he questioned.

“Well yeah, of course. Kylo and I have been intimate.” You said holding up a pair of binders, “Come on, we're here I managed to lessen your sentence from death to dinner with Kylo Ren.”

“Kinky...” he smirked holding up his hands. “I knew you were Kylo's type.”

“Oh baby you have no idea...” you chuckled as you placed them on his wrists. You put them on and then leaned in close, “Our first time he didn't even take off that mask...”

Ben was speechless and the scandalous expression on his face made you laugh.

“Huh...” he nodded as if impressed. “So am I going to see Kylo dearest before dinner or is this like one of those romance stories where the beauty is dolled up and presented to the beast for dinner. Either to eat with him or as the actual dinner, whichever.”

“No, nothing like that.” you laugh. “Just keep your head down and follow me. I'm your personal escort.”

“Um, Y/N... won't it be a bit odd having a shirtless prisoner being led around in binders?” Ben asked.

“Right...” you looked around and found a trooper's undershirt. “Here... a bit tight. But it's something.”

Ben raised his hands and eyebrows.

“You'll need to... sorry...” you removed the binders and let him squeeze into the shirt. “You're certainly built like your brother...” you mused looking at his body nearly ripping apart the undershirt at the seams.

He offered his hands again and you replaced the binders all the while ignoring that smug grin of his. You had a bad feeling about this. But if Ren wanted to have dinner with his brother you could only hope that was a good sign.

[madamsixx]

Beyond The Leather Chapter 19: Mr. Pretty Boy

January 15, 1986

After talking to my mom yesterday, I felt a bit better. Now obviously I didn't tell her about Nikki and the kiss cause she would have had a heart attack. But I did say that someone was treating me bad and that I felt lonely, which was true. My mom was always there if I needed her and she knew how to cheer me up.

Nikki had been calling non stop today. I would answer the phone, hear his voice then hang up. Or somtimes I would make Tamara answer and he wouldn't say anything, he would just hang up and then she would complain about the fact that someone is calling and not saying anything. I thought it was hilarious.

I had two photo shoots today. One was for Dolce and the other was for Edit magazine. Tamara finally found an assistant, her name was Jess and she was really nice. She was more mature than Theresa, she's 28. She was now going to be doing the bookings and going with me to photo shoots, interviews, meetings, and any social events. I loved the fact that she wasn't invasive, however she did always report back to Tamara so I had to always be on my best behaviour.

At the first shoot, I took two pictures for Edit magazine. I'm glad that one was over the room was really hot. I changed and got into the limo with Jess and we drove over to my next shoot.

"So you have an event this evening, it's mostly film stars that will be there. It will give you a chance to mingle with more people."

No response

"Um you also have a meeting tomorrow with some fashion designers who want to take a picture of you in there new clothing designs."

No response.

She sighed and closed her book. "Who is he?"

I looked at Jess and tensed up. Did she know something? And if she did is she going to tell?

"That look says it all, he must be important if he's got you looking out the window and feeling bad."

"He's not important, he certainly doesn't think I am that's for sure." I grumbled crossing my arms over my chest and leaning back on the chair.

"Did he say that?" She tilted her head.

"Not in those words exactly but that's what he meant."

She leaned in and put her hand on my arms and squeezed it. "Your worth more than gold. I don't know you well enough yet, but I can tell you have a lot of love to give someone and if he's being a dick head. There's lots of other guys out there. Don't settle for less." She leaned back in her chair and opened her book back up.

I smile started to form on my face. She was kind, gentle, and someone I could talk to other than my friends and Tamara. But I had to make sure I could trust her.

"Um can you not tell Tamara I like someone. I don't want to cause any problems." I calmly mumbled.

"My lips are sealed." She pretended to zip her lips.

We arrived at my photoshoot and took the pictures. I was exhausted and wanted to get out of there right away. Especially because I had an event that I was going to be heading to tonight.

We arrived at the event. Meaning me and Jess, we posed for a lot of the photographers then headed into the building. It was a big venue and she was wrong there were a lot of film stars. I couldn't believe all of them were here. Better yet I couldn't beleive I was here.

"Oh my God there Patrick Swayze!" Jess squealed. "God what a man."

I laughed and looked to the side and saw a young gentleman staring at me. He was holding a wine glass and stirring it around and gazing at me like I was the only girl in the room. He then winked at me and smiled then quickly turned away from him not wanting to lead him on.

"Hey I'm going to go talk to some of those people over there. Will you be alright?" Jess asked.

"Yeah I'm gonna go on the balcony for a breather." I replied.

I walked towards the balcony and leaned my stomatch on the railing. I looked up and the moon. But it wasn't like the moon I saw with Nikki.

"Miss Darlington!" My thoughts were interrupted. I turned around and saw the mysterious man standing behind me.

"H...hi do I know you?"

"No but I saw you in there and just thought you were extremely beautiful. Also I'm a fan of your TV serious. I think the show is funny." He smiled

I'm glad he thinks highly of me but his name would be great.

"Sorry I'm Derek Richards I'm a painter." He raised his hand out for me to shake.

"Ok nice to meet you, I'm Iman." I shook his hands. "So what's a painter doing at a film party?" I asked furrowing by brows.

"Well my dad is a producer and he made me come here. I have no interest in all of this. My interest is in painting people." He moved and leaned on the railing beside me.

"Oh that's nice." I turned to face him. "Is it a hobby or job? I asked.

He chuckled. "It's a hobby for now, but hopefully becomes a job. I'm in college right now so all my time is being taken up with school work. So hopefully when I finish I could start concentrating on my paintings."

I could tell he was a charmer. He was handsome too. I could see us potentially having something. Not a relationship really, but more so of a friendship. He seems nice.

"Iman?"

I turned around and saw Tommy standing in the door way of the balcony.

"Tommy... hey what's up? What are you doing here?" I walked towards him.

"I'm here with Heather, she's mingling with a bunch of people and I needed a fucking break." He walked onto the balcony and pulled a baggie out of his pockets with white powder. Coke

"Um I'll leave you to it. But here." He pulled his card out of his pocket and handed it to me. "My number is on it. You can call any time. I would love to see you again."

I took the card from him and he grabbed my hand and kissed it. Then smiled and walked away. I smiled and looked at the card. Until Tommy grabbed it from my hand.

"Tommy!" I yelled. "Give it back!" I jumped trying to reach it.

"Dude Sixx is not going to be happy. I think I should keep this card so he dosen't explode." He laughed.

I then grabbed his baggie. "Woah fuck Iman...hey!" He shouted as I dangled his baggie over the edge.

"I want the card now!" I raised my voice.

"Alright chill chill here ya go." I snatched the card from his hand and put it in my purse right way then gave him back his baggie.

He chuckled. "Doll I'm just looking out for you that's all." He said as he rolled up a bill. "Sixx was trying to call you non stop today." He then evened out a line of coke on the ledge and snorted it up. "Y'know...he didn't mean anything he said to you. He was just... just...I dont know." Tommy waved his hands.

"T-bone he meant what he said. Please dont make excuses for him." I raised a brow.

"You wanna hit?" Tommy looked at me smiling. I stared back at him with stern face. "Ok just asking." He put his hands up in defense.

I started walking to get back into the venue. "Hey Mani by the way your invited to the wedding. Don't think I forgot about you." He smiled at me. I turned around to look at him.

"Thank you T-bone. You coming back in?"

"Nah gonna stay out here for a few more minutes." He said making an even longer line on the railing. "And uh Mani... just so you know, Nikki does care about you in his own twisted way. He told me himself, so please don't rule him out." He said looking at me with pouty eyes.

I nodded then walked back inside. I met back up with Jess who was ready to leave. We got into the limo and I sneezed. I went into my purse to get out a tissue to blow my nose and I pulled out the card that Derek gave to me. I stared at the card and started thinking more about him. I'll give him a call tomorrow.

"Derek Richards." I whispered putting the card back in my purse. _____

January 22, 1986

I have been swarmed with events, interviews and photo shoots for the past weeks and I was so exhausted. Tamara promised that she would give me some time off. So today was a day off for me and I wanted to use it to sleep. I got out of the shower and headed to my room to lotion up, put on shorts and a T- shirt and chill. I sat down on the edge of my bed ready to lotion when I heard the phone Ring.

I got up and walked to the phone and answered.

"Hello!"

"Hi Iman its Derek!"

"Hey Derek, how are you?"

"I'm good, just wanted to call and see how you were. I was also wondering if you were free today? Wanted to take you out for dinner?"

And I wanted to use today to sleep in.

"I'm free we can go out. What time?" I giggled

"I'm free at 7 so I can pick you up around 7:30. And we can go from there."

"Ok sounds great!"

"Alright see you then bye!"

"Bye!"

I have been spending a lot of time with Derek since I called him a day after the party. We mostly hung out downstairs by the pool of my condo, and went out to eat. But we definitely talked a lot. I even introduced Rachel to him and she loved him. But I wasn't looking for anything beyond friendship. But off topic, I'm glad he's coming in the evening it will give me time to take a nap.

Derek came to pick me up. We talked all through out the car ride. He took us to this extravagant restaurant called Auburn. The rich people restaurant were they spend up to $100 on food it's ridiculous. We sat down at our table across from each other, placed our orders and waited for our food.

"I know what your thinking about this place. The food is very expensive but once you try the food your going to be coming back here often." He smiled.

The waiter brought over our food and the plate was empty. Not really, but mashed potatoes, a piece of chicken, some carrots. I sure as hell will not be coming back here.

"Will have a bottle of your best wine please." Derek said to the waiter.

"Uh no I don't drink." I waved my hand.

"Really!" He looked shocked.

"Yeah....I'm not a drinker. I don't like alcohol. Um cranberry juice is fine thank you." I say to the waiter.

We talked non stop and I found my self really happy. I liked him a lot. But again I wasn't looking for any thing serious. But he is definitely someone I could bring home to my mom.

"So I never asked but..... do you have a boy friend or somone your talking to?" He asked wiping his mouth.

"No I'm single and not looking." I empathize on the not. "I'm young and I want to focus on my career. I'm just looking for friendship." I sat back and crossed my legs.

"Then frienship you shall have." He smiled and put his hand out for me to take. I put my hand in his and he kissed it making me show all teeth and giggle like he was my high school crush. We left the restaurant and as he was driving me home I saw the sign above the Troubadour that said Guns N Roses were playing tonight.

"Hey Derek stop your car and park. Can we go into the Troubadour my friend is playing tonight?"

"You want to go in there? You know that place is filled with delinquents and drugged up rock stars right?" He looks at me with wide eyes.

"Yes I know I've been to the Whisky, but I haven't seen them play at this club. And I know my friend Slash would be excited to see me." I say looking at him with pouty eyes.

"Alright but were not staying long." He turned his car into the parking lot and we got out and walked towards the Troubadour. The bouncer let us in and people started eyeing me and Derek. I noticed people were taking pictures. But I was concentrated on seeing Slash. We sat down on a stool at the back and watched as the boys came out to play.

"This place smells like shit, do they even clean this dump!" Derek grumbled.

"They probably don't. That's why I only come when Guns is playing." I laughed.

"Good cause a girl like you shouldn't be in a shit hole like this." He looked around.

When the show was over I grabbed Derek's hand and pulled him so we could go back stage. The security let us in and the boys were all spraying alcohol on each other and had bare girls in the room.

"Slash!" I yelled out to him.

"Mani! What the fuck....were you at the show?" He ran over to me and picked me up. I started laughing.

"Woah woah your going to get your sweat all over her dress." Derek said with a stern voice. He grabbed a handkerchief out of his pocket and started wiping my dress. Slash glared at him and I could tell he was ready to put Derek in his place.

"Slash!" I called his name but we wasnt looking at me. "Slash!" I raised my voice calling to him. He finally looked at me. "This is my friend Derek Richards." I pointed at Derek. "He came with me to watch you guys play. And Derek this is my best friend Slash." I pointed at Slash. "The show was really good!" I said with excitment.

"Nice to meet you." Slash held his hand out for Derek to shake, but Derek didnt shake it.

"Nice to meet you too. Sorry I'd shake your hand but it's full of sweat with all respect." He nodded with his hand in his pockets.

The both guys looked at each other with dislike. This is not how I wanted this meeting to go.

"Ey there Mani you saw the show?" Steven walked towards us and picked me up for a hug.

"Woah there Steven you can't touch her! Derek wont like it if you get your sweat all over her dress." Slash mocked Derek.

Steven then rubbed his hands on his face and hair and then rubbed his hand all over my face. "Ew Steven that's gross....Yuk." I giggled wiping my face.

"Hey that's disrespectful!" Derek snapped. "And this is a $2 million dollar face your wiping your sweat on!" He raised his voice.

Slash then grinded his teeth. "Mani get this fuc-" "Ok were heading out nice to see you guys." I interrupted Slash before he could finish his sentence and dragged Derek out with me holding onto to his hand. I didn't want there to be a fight. Cause I knew 100% that Slash would win. We got back into the car and Derek started driving.

"You shouldn't get mixed up with people like them. There trouble, and they'll get you into trouble as well." Derek sneered

I raised my eyebrows in confusion, because Derek was only meeting them for the first time. He knew nothing about the history of me and Slash. He was only judging Slash on meeting him for the first time.

"Slash is a great guy Derek and he's my best friend. He's practically family, so if you want a friendship with me you have to understand that Slash will always be around." I stated.

He sighed and glanced at me. "I can respect that. But he shouldn't have ruined your dress like that, and that Steven guy shouldn't have rubbed his sweat on your pretty face."

"I'm fine Derek, they were joking." I smiled. "Thanks for thinking of me though."

We arrived back at my condo. And we sat in the car and talked for a bit before I was ready to go.

"So I hope me defending your honor against those rockers didn't damage a potential thing we have?" He asked looking at me.

"No Derek it didnt." I giggled.

"Great cause I would still like to be friends."

"Me too! Thanks for today Mr. Pretty boy." I smiled and exited his car. I'm hoping that this could become something more in time. But for now I just needed friendship. And I also hope that Slash isn't angry with me. _____

January 23, 1986

In other news, it looks like our Darling Iman hit up an extravagant restaurant last week with film producer Tim Richards son Derek Richards. The two were spotted laughing in Derek's car then ate a lavish dinner at the Auburn restaurant. The two were also spotted on the same day heading inside the Troubadour. When they headed out the pair were holding hands running towards Derek's car. It looks like Iman has kicked Motley Crues bassist Nikki Sixx to the curb and has opened her door for a real prince charmer. This is Rachel Rochester and your watching MTV."

I switched off the TV sighing at what was being said. What's worse about all of this, is that my mom was on the phone with me. She just saw it on MTV today. How ever; the story has been on the news for a while now and I have been receiving non stop calls over it.

"Mom I'm telling you the truth there's nothing going on between me and either of those guys. Derek is my friend and Nikki use to be my friend. Were not friends anymore." I said with annoyance.

"Listen that Nikki Sixx is the Devil do not mix your self up with rock stars. I'm warning you, I don't want you to even be friends with them. As for Derek Richards you can be friends with him. He looks like a decent guy. Not like that Nikki Sixx. But Iman no dating!" She raised her voice.

"Yes I know!" I mumbled.

"Is the person who was treating you bad still coming around?"

"No they haven't." I replied.

"Iman you need to be careful Hollywood is a big place and it can swallow you, chew you, and throw you out. I'm just trying to make sure your safe ok. I'm a parent and it's my job. I trust you to always make the right decisions and im so proud of what you have achieved. Were all proud of you."

I felt tears come into my eyes. My mom meant everything to me and for her to say that, made me happy. But it also made me sad because at times I really missed home. I missed shopping with my sisters, and playing with my baby sister. I missed my friends, my room, and waking up in the morning to my moms cooking.

"Thanks mommy." I sniffled

"Ok let me talk to Tamara."

I handed Tamara the phone then walked to the kitchen and made a sandwich. I didn't want to eavesdrop on the conversation. I sat down at the table and waited for Tamara to finish talking to my mom. I then heard the clicking of the phone and Tamara came into the kitchen and sat at the table.

"Your mom isn't mad at you she's just worried. And so am I....until now." She laughed.

I raised my eyebrows in confusion.

"What's funny?"

"Girl Derek Richards is every womans dream. He's the type of guy you want to date." She booped my nose making me flinch.

"Were not dating Tammi, were just good friends." I stated.

"Yeah for now." She smiled deviously. The phone then rang again.

"Lord since people saw you with Derek this phone hasn't stopped ringing. Every one wants the scoop on you." She says as she walked towards the phone.

"Iman it's for you! Its Lisa!" She yelled.

I got up and took the phone from her. I know Lisa is going to get in on this Derek and Iman thing.

"Hey Lisa!"

"I'm coming over to get you! We need to gossip now! She stated then hung up.

"So what did Lisa say? She wants to get in on the gossip?" Tamara looked at me laughing as she sat on the couch flipping channels on TV. I rolled my eyes and went to the room to get dressed

Lisa picked me up and we went out to alittle diner to gossip.

"I can't believe you went on a date with that guy and said nothing to me about it." She sneered.

"It wasn't a date." I sighed. "We went out as friends. He's a friend."

Lisa turned shaking her head in disappointment.

"What's your issue?" I snapped.

"I dont have one, I just want you to be careful. Guys like him are usually dicks."

"As I said were not dating. Were just friends." I repeated.

There was a long pause. I know Lisa was just looking out for me, but she could sometimes be annoying.

"So have you spoken to Nikki?"

Ugh I don't know why people keep asking me questions about him.

"No I haven't and I don't want to. I told you what he said to me last time." So why would I want to speak to him." I said bluntly.

"Ok I'm just asking. You can relax a bit I meant no harm." She mumbled.

"I know, I just don't want to talk about him." I put my elbows the table and leaned into my hands running my face.

There was another long pause of silence.

"Well I have some news for you." She spoke calmly.

"What is it?" I groaned not looking up.

"Sooo I've been going to the clubs and I've been watching the Guns boys play." She smiled. "I have a date with Axl tommorow ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" She screamed waving her hands.

"Wow that's great Lisa!" I looked up smiling and hugging her.

"Yeah I've been hanging back stage with them and talking to them often."

"That's great you have to tell me how it goes."

"Well you have to tell me how London fashion week goes. I'm excited for that." She slaps my arm.

"I will I'm excited too." I paused for a bit thinking if I should ask her about her modeling career. Cause from what im hearing and seeing she hasn't really gotten any jobs. "Um so are you still modeling?" I ask with caution.

She sighed "I'm just taking a break. I'll eventually go back."

I don't know if shes lying or telling the truth. All I know is that people talk and the one thing I'm hearing is that Lisa has been doing drugs and Partying a lot. Which I knew she always did, but now its alittle too much.

_______

February 6, 1986, LA

I was leaving for England today for London fashion week. I was so excited because I did New York fashion week and I loved it. This was an even bigger step, and from London I would be heading to Milan Italy. I was told by Tamara that the majority of the designers had requested me personally. What an honor, it means that I was being recognized in the modeling world, and fashion world. The next thing that I would have to be more serious about is my acting role. After London and Milan I'll tell her to get me more auditions for movies. I would love to win and Oscar one day.

Anyways back to heading out. I called my family to say bye and let them know I'll be calling them from there and I would take lots of pictures. The limo picked up me and Jess. Tamara wasn't coming. Jess was the one that would make sure all my needs were met and I was taken care of.

I can't believe I'm going to England. I look back and think about the little girl that was doing photo shoots for Ola Hudson in her little studio, to staring in my first movie in 1983, to staring in my first and continuing TV series in 1984, to doing big magazine shoots, and staring in another big movie in 1985. And now I'm walking the runways in New York, London, and Milan. Who would have ever thought that this would be my life.

We finally arrived at the air port. But not LAX we were flying private. My glam and wardrobe team were coming along. Everyone else got on the plane, I wanted a picture of my self in front of the plane so I could show my mom and sisters. I asked Jess to take a picture of me some of the crew came into the picture too. After she was done I got on. I looked around and noticed that everyone had there own space. The plane was huge. There was room to do cart wheels, back flips, and fit 80 other people on board. I was loving this, but not soo much to make it get into my head. No, I don't want to become one of those girls who think fame and money are everything. I want to stay grounded and humble just like my mom taught me too. I was told we were taking off so I went to my compartment to sit down and buckled my self in. We took off, and the first thing I did after the seat belt light came off was take pictures of the scenery outside the plane. I have been on planes before but maybe this was different because I was heading to London and I have never been.

I noticed everyone was pulling out there pillows getting ready to take a nap. But I wasn't tired I don't know how I would ever get some sleep here. The excitement was just too much. And I felt like if I slept I would miss out on something, even though we were just in the air. I can't wait to sight see when I get to London and get away from all that was bothering me. No more MTV, no more questions about Derek Richards, and no more Nikki Sixx. Although.... I haven't heard anything about him or Motley in a while. Last I heard they were heading to Germany. I wonder where they are now?

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Where do you interact with the clique mostly(twitter, instagram, tumblr etc)?

What is something unique about that platform?

Whats your name(if you feel comfortable telling us)?

What are your pronouns? 

How old are you?

When did you join the fandom? 

Has it changed since then?

What’s something unique about the clique as opposed to other fandoms? Does it feel different or is it really similar?

If you’ve been to a Twenty One Pilots concert, describe it in one sentence.

What’s the best part of the clique?

Do you have any unpopular opinions about the band or about the clique?

Do you think fandom and in particular the clique is a healthy place to socialize or interact?

What do you think Tyler and Josh think of the clique?

Do you think there is anything that makes somone more of a clikkie than someone else?

Is there a difference between being a clikkie and being a bandito?

Have you ever camped out for a show? 

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Have you seen a Hometown show? How was that different?

Do you make and/or consume clique art(paintings, drawings, edits, fanfiction etc)? 

Do you believe there is power in a fandom, anything specific about being in the clique?

Do you feel accepted and/or welcomed? 

Do you generally feel like this is a community that comes together and is positive?

Do you believe the clique is a positive thing for Tyler and Josh? 

Is there anything you would change about the way the clique treats the band?

Opinions on Joshler?

Do ever feel like something is missing in this fandom that you’ve experienced in other fandoms?

How do you feel about being called a rabid fan? 

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|FAMILY TIES| M| MAFIA AU| 4

2K SNEAK PEEK (Full things looking like it will be between 10-11k)

GENRE:SMUT/ ANGST

AU SUMMARY :  A powerful alliance made up of of 4 families spanning over a decade, is suddenly turned on its head when one family has a new leader after an unexpected death. Well let’s just say he’s not down to follow the somewhat civilized rules your families have inforced. Sooo now, it’s game on…

WARNINGS: Very,very breif mentions of somone OD’ing and breif mentions of sex work! Just so ya can’t say I didin’t warn ya!

LOCATION : 40 Sudbury St, Boston, MA 

TIME: 2:07 PM

“Don’t look too excited to see me…” A coy smile tugged on the corners of sheriff Morales lips as closed the door walking over to take a seat in front of Taehyung.

Facial expression still reading the same amount of inconvenience, annoyance,exhaustion, unamusement, lack of interest, shall I continue?

“You litterally arrested me, after I just hopped off a 15 hour flight, outside of Leo’s viewing, yes...Monti I’m fucking thrilled to be here…” The level of crass that danced throughout his voice earned a chuckle from the elder.

“It’s not like I took you away in cuffs I just simply asked if we could talk down at the station, you know you didn't have to tell me yes..” There was an underlying condescending demeanor that laid within his voice.

Taehyung’s eyes instnatly rolled to the back of his head as he huffed out a exaggerated sigh “Yeah because I’d totally prefer the alternative which would be you on my door at 1am while I’m in the middle of having sex. Yeah no, I’m good on that, I’d rather just ride down here, in that gaudy ass ford and talk ...” Reclining slightly in his chair as, lacing his fingers together to cradle behind his neck.

“Oh for fucks sake, I’m sorry my work car isn't boujee enough to go with your Gucci…” Tone snarky as every as he gestured to Tae’s baby pink, slim fit, Italian cotton dress shirt.

Earning an unamused brow raise from the younger “Actually this is one of my more modest pieces it’s Hugo but continue..” A smirk tugging on the corners of his lips as he continued pushing the officers buttons. Clearly the two of them were very comfortable with each other by now, weather that’s a good or bad thing is currently up for debate.

“Oh my bad Fugo…” Sheriff Morales rolled his eyes not even aware of the miss pronunciation triggering a low chuckle from Taehyung.

“Hugo…” he countered almost sign-song like, always one to have the last word and at that point Morales was over it. 

“Listen kid, I don’t care about your overpriced Easter Sunday shirt! I care about the two 18 year- old boys that have turned up dead within barley 72 hours!”

Taehyung’s brow furrowed in confusion as he ran his fingers through his hair, actually deciding to stop being a little shit and listen.

“I don’t know if you’re aware , or if you were already out jet setting while buying more Gucci, and Hugo” Making sure to put  emphasis on the pronunciation of “Hugo” since Taehyung corrected him moment’s prior.. “But almost 3 days ago, we found him…” 

Raising his Ipad to show a picture of a person Taehyung didn’t even remotely recognize, earning no type of physical reaction. Which is what Morales was secretly checking for, but taehyung knew that already, trying to catch him off guard to see if the faces would trigger any emotions. Only in all honesty this one really didn't!

“He was found dead in the back of car on the side of the highway, a really nice one actually...Mercedes AMG, completely doped out, he appears to have OD. There were some needles,and a combination of other drugs in addition to some cash left in the car ...” 

Okay, now Taehyung was really confused, that it definitely was NOT the kid from a couple nights ago. Dropping his neck, squinting, adjusting the angle of his head  slightly as he continued investigating the picture. Almost as if he was trying to see if the face would change the more looked at it  but no, that just wasn’t him!

After a few seconds, of observing Taehyung’s body language and lack of response, he moved onto the next picture .Keeping the device facing him until he was ready for Tae’s reaction..

“Around 11am today….we found, him…” Flipping the Ipad around to show the  second picture and thank god Taehyung was a pro when it came to his poker face , because THAT’S the boy he recognized..gazing straight ahead, almost aiming through the paper at this point.

“Channel 2 don’t even know about this yet-”

He heard Taehyung clear his throat as he re-adjusted in his seat “So, why am I here, why am I getting the breaking exclusive!?Not like I’m some damn reporter  reporter running around in penny loafers.” Keeping the same dry snarky tone, not wanting to show any inflated emotions in response to the second image.

“No smart ass your not...if you’d shut up and let me continue maybe will get to why your here yeah!?” Brow arched at the implied question, whilst tae didn't even verbally respond, just flagging his hand gesturing for him to continue.

“ANYWAYS,it appears the two of them are, well were kinda sorta friends, but this kid, the druggie if you will, is pretty well known around that area as such. His name is Jeff, he’s 18 and has been in and out of rehab more times than anyone can count. The boy on the right..”

Cringing internally he never wanted to know the boys name...he just didn't, almost a second away from internally screaming so he didn’t have to put a name to the face! 

“Chritstian, 18, foster kid….he was found in the back bathroom of a packie he works at down in the Dot-”

“Again, no disrespect but why. Am. I. Here!? I’m tired, I have a migrane and I’m hungry please get to the point.” The aggervation was dripping from his tongue at this point, way past exhausted and disgusted to listen to some long drawn out story.Even though after the past 50 some odd hours he’d just spent in China all he really want’s is to go home and crawl in bed with you!

Rolling his eyes at Teahyung’s lack of patience before continuing the story.

“This packies a little shady, actually a lot shady, everything from drug deals to sex work has been rumored to happen in the storage room. The only cameras they have outside, angled in front of the back alley entrance. There low quality, probably intentionally but the quality was atleast good  enough for us to see this…” 

Pulling up a video on his ipad, propping it on it’s stand for the two of them to watch together. Around 1:30Am they can see Christian, who phsycially backed into the alley, get out of the Mercades heading into the store. Gazing at the screen as Morales speeds up the tape a good 10 or so minutes. Only to find Jeff walk up to the same door, due to the time, the packie was technically closed, it even seems Christian willingly let him in. 

Just as Taehyung was about to make a snarky comment about how this has nothing to do with him, you can see the tail end of a car parked at the end of the alley. It’s unclear if Jeff actually got out of the car or not, but just the placement alone at this time of nigh is hella suspect. 

Zoomining in slightly on the car in question ...even through the pixelation, there’s a little custom badge by the back fender. 

The realization has the loudest cackle ripping from Taehyung's throat, while Morales jerks back in his seat not even sure how to process current display unfolding before his eyes. The combination of jet lag and just utter disbelif has Taehyung’ combusting until his face is damn near the same color as his shirt, and tears are threatening the corners of his eyes. 

“Ah, shit, that’s funny…” Leaning up to bracing his weight on his arm as he cradled the side of his face between his middle finger and thumb. A smug smirk tugging on the corners of his cheeks as he gazed back in Morales direction. 

~~~~A GOOD 72-ISH HOURS PRIOR~~~~

(Picks up where part 3 ends) 

You found yourself almost caressing the back of his head the more the reporter talked, apparently it was some random woman who found him. She said she was just driving home from work around 5am, she was a nurse and the light was left on, out of habit she just felt the need to see if everything was okay.

[Woman on the new’s being interview ]

“The position of his head, and the way his jaw laxed, could just appear as he was sleeping to the naked eye. But I’m an ER nurse have been for almost 15 years I recognize the symptoms right away. I tried to revive him prior to calling 911, even against my better judgment ,but he had been out for at least an hour, it was no use…” 

[Reporter]

“The police are still trying to put two and two together as it really doesn't make sense, there was cash in the car, as well as the car itself is a mystery. We have finally identified the young man in the car, his family as also been contacted-” 

Right as she was about to say his name, and ask if anyone knew anything to please contact the police he shot up, almost bolting for the door. Almost as if he knew the boys name it would seem all too real. Little did you know it’s because Taehyung puropusly never asked for his name, he’s not stupid is men knew, they even had a pciture of his ID. But Tae felt like this boy deserved to have something for him, and him only...so his name was never spoken.

You contemplated back and forth for a couple moments before ultimately decided to go check on him.

The sound of your heels echoed through the hallway of the “Employees only” area..trying to figure out where he could be “I’m over here..” The bass in his voice rumbled off the walls , almost startling you, not expecting for him to actually reach out to you.

You found him resting against the wall hands in the pocket of his jack, gazing up at the ceiling

 “ The boys did a full z30, and went over it with a black light..not that it even matters now.” Voice trailing off slightly as he brought his attention down to his boots, fidgeting with the rings on his fingers.

 “They actually ended up taking the car to some park,I guess they decided to change locations  after I knocked the mother fucker out. Opting to not sterilize an entire car on his property,while he tends to his dislocated dorsum. “ A slight smirk moved up his face as he gazed over at you “So if you're thinking I’m worried about me..I’m not..the plate was switched, garmin removed, and the cars not even registered.I’m just….” Shaking his head in slight disbelief as he runs over the past 24 hours in his head.  “I don’t think he really even know how fucked up and dangerous this all really is, especially when you barely know what you're doin’ to begin with. He’s a walking death wish and he’s gonna fuck around and have it granted by someone that coudle been his ally..” 

Even though his tone was hushed you could still feel the anger radiating off his body, raking his fingers through his hair, sinking back into the wall. “Come’ere, I know you didn't come out here to listen to me bitch from a far…” Signaling for you with his fingers, trying to hide the smile that was tugging up your face as you swayed in his direction. Opting to give him his space, not in the mood to get your face cracked, emotions far too fragile for that right now. You’ll end up shooting his indecisive ass, at this point. 

Once you were in arms reached he pulled you into his frame, a slight squeal leaving your throat from how quickly he grabbed you

One hand resting on the hinge of your jaw the other one your waist , palm soothing up the small of your back. “How are you feelin’?” The question threw you off a little you found your eyes fluttering away from his and he noticed instantly. Tilting your head until you had no choice but to look at him. The emphasises on the  word “you”  let  you know he was well aware that your always the one checking on him ..asking how he’s feeling. Now it’s his turn to do the same, I mean sure a good 17 years a litter but at least it’s a start right!? 

Letting a deep sigh leave your body before responding “I’m angry, confused, and a little scared if I’m being honest but-”

Cutting you off immediately , shaking his head, a scof leaving his body in response “Over my dead body, will anything ever happen to you, so you can scratch that shit off your list of issues real quick..” He wasn’t asking , he was telling you how this was going to go and his tone left zero room for debate.

Tilting your head back slightly, blowing out a slow breath , you could feel your eyes burning as you kept fluttering them. Attempting to cut off the tears desperately trying to run down your face, funny thing is, even though you cried eariler today. That’s not a common trait for you no matter how upset you get, your not the most intune with your emotions either if we're being honest. You didn’t open up easily and hated, crying in front of people more than anything, you were just as much as a working progress as Taehyung.

The phrase “over my dead body…”was used very frequently, typically over minor issues, even jokingly for most. But it would always hold a deeper, darker meaning in your heart, the last person to say that to you was your mother. Used in the same context as Kim Taehyung and she meant it, wholeheartedly!  You found yourself trying to pull away, not wanting to let him see you fall apart, because you knew you were going to. The more you tugged the tighter his grip became, “Tae please. Let. Me. Go…” You wouldn't look at him, staring up at the light fixture to your right, tone extremely dry, almost passive. The grip you held on his forearms got even tighter as you waited in silence,almost clinging to him.

He wasn’t going to fight you on this, if you wanted out..here ya go, the last squeez on your waist wasn’t possessive. Almost comforting as if he was letting you know if you wanted to come back he’d be right here. Tentatively loosening the grip he healed around your waist, letting you pull away from him, almost losing your balance in the process. Not realizing how much you were leaning on him despite trying to pull away all at the same time. 

Yet you didn't move, the grip you held on his arms never faltered, dropping your gaze down to your feet, as he gently took you back into his arms. Bringing your hips flush to his, I guess you never realized he eased you the same way you did him. The feeling of your chest rising and falling against his as you coxed yourself out of crying, a single tear managing to slip out of your right eye before you could stop it. Turning your head, brushing it onto your shoulder hastily, your grip tightened as both eyes started to betray you simultaneously. Even though you refused to look back at him, he could feel your stomach tensing as you tried to slightly choke back the tears that were now streaming down your face.. 

Not forcing you to look at him, respecting your privacy in that aspect bringing his hands up to rub lightly circles into your back as he nuzzled his nose into the side of your neck.  A side of Kim Taehyung that few would ever get to see, bringing your arms up to wrap around his neck, cradling the back of his head in your hands. “I’m not going anywhere…” the words brushed against your skin, funny how he automatically knew what triggered this without you even having to say anything. You didn't respond, only squeezing him a little tighter before pulling back, almost aggressive whipping your face before racking your fingers through your hair. A sheepish smile tugged on the corners of your lips as you finally made eye contact with him.

Neither of you said anything as you stepped a little closer, soothing your hand down his chest, over his stomach slowly. Suddenly feeling almost uncomfortably open and vulnerable in front of a man that’s been inside you more times that you can count. His eyes felt like they were burning straight through you as he gazed back in your direction. You couldn’t help but let your hand trickle down his zipper, trailing your fingers up and down his clothed length earning a hiss as he gripped your wrist.

“You know your thighs can’t handle another round from me right now, you need to fuckin chill before I have you bent over the bathroom counter.” 

THAT’S ALL SHE WROTE, OR I guess...that’s all she posted lol ! Hopefully you guys are excited for part 4 !!! Lemme know! 

Love you guys as always,

Rocki

[courage-a-word-of-justice]

Iruma-kun 8 - 9 | BnHA 68 - 71 | NGL 8 - 9 | ID: Invaded Sneak Preview (i.e. eps 1 - 2)

Tw: suicide for ID: Invaded, by the way (it’s only briefly in the commentary, but it’s in ep 2). Plus, ID: Invaded gets its hashtag well before its debut.

Iruma-kun 8

“Lady Redhair”? I think Amelie’s hair is orange, but you do you, Clara.

I paused at the wrong time and saw Asmodeus had bug eyes behind his glasses.

Is that the vending machine Clara attacked her bullies with…?

I wonder what rank Amelie is…

Diabolical + botany = diabotany.

Come to think of it, the Azz-Azz/Iruma relationship is similar to the Gokudera/Tsuna relationship…

So as it turns out, Clara gets her juvenile tendencies from taking care of her younger siblings. Hmm…

Aw, it’s kinda disheartening to see Clara so down. It looks a lot like Zenitsu when he doesn’t see his own abilities, or something of the sort (which I always fall hook, lin and sinker for).

I wonder what Amelie’s seduction percentage is…?

Oh, you can see Succubus-sensei in the ED…hmm.

Update: where is Clara’s dad…? *gulps if he’s passed away*

Iruma-kun 9

Azz-kun is such a proud parent…even though he’s the same age as Iruma, LOL.

Lack of ambition? Clara just proved this wrong last episode and Sabro has his own ambitions…but then again, Azz-kun wasn’t privy to such knowledge.

“Fear 1” is a pun on ikkai (first floor). (At least, that’s what I can assume from context.)

There doesn’t actually seem to be a pun when Azz mentions Execution Cannonball (shokei gyokuhou)…which, I think, is weirder than having a pun in the first place. (The later joke is that Clara says gyouki instead of gyokuhou, which is pretty far off for part of it but completely spot on for the other , so the subbers put in a phrase that matched that kind of pattern in the English as well.)

Rumour has it there’s going to be an Iruma-kun dub. I wonder how they’ll make all the puns work…?

It’s-wahahaha! It’s just dodgeball!

Huh? A high-ranking demon? Sullivan? Opera?????

LOL, you can still see the tree sprouting from one of the rooms.

The Demonitor is handing Opera the dodgeballs, LOL!

I like Opera’s nails…they’re a nice shade of purple…

Ponytail Iruma…looks a bit strange, but I’ll get used to it. I like ponytails, y’know.

Even Azz-kun’s hands are big in comparison to Iruma…

That preview was far too abrupt!

BnHA 68

The giant moving crab is actually a thing. I went and saw it one time in Ginza and again on Dotonbori, Osaka. The crab is associated with Kani Doraku, a crab restaurant.

“Amajiki” literally means something like “eats the sky”. A good name for my good boi.

The subbers didn’t even finish the word “defence”! Eesh!

Amajiki likes butterflies…? I wonder, if he ate butter, could he be a butterfly too…?

Running All Might, I see…(it’s a parody of the Glico Running Man in Osaka.)

Basically, this is what Vigilantes was for! Woot!

I love how Kaminari charges people’s phones. That’s the sort of dumb thing heroes do with their powers, since you gotta remember they’re just young dumb boys at heart as well.

The problem with a hardening power is that it sounds lewd out of context…

I wonder what Fat Gum’s first job was…?

There’s a post-credits segment…keep watching.

BnHA 69

Centipeder has such a cute voice, albeit a distorted one.

Kirishima is voiced by Masuda, so it’s fun to hear him get such a prominent role again (after Charanko in OPM s2, Touken Ranbu and Boueibu, among other roles).

“Likes: All Might” – LOL, we knew that already though.

Nighteye is Seiya Ryuuguuin: Hero Version.

There’s a post-credits segment. Keep watching.

The manga calls the magical girl series “Preyure”, so it’s weird to suddenly have the dub refer to its dub name, “Glitter Force”.

BnHA 70

Midoriya doesn’t have any bedhead…because his hair’s already messy! LOL.

“…what’s important is what you do afterwards.”

“Maybe we can catch the League…and the Hassaikai all at once!” – Yeah…that’s not going to happen Kirishima, considering the series is still going.

Come to think of it, Eraser’s goggles are the only part of his outfit that don’t really match…no wonder the idea comes from somone else (maybe saying that is a spoiler for those only following the main series and not Vigilantes, though…?).

Swordfish will become important later on…you know Tamaki’s Quirk, so you’ll see when it’s important soon.

Another post-credits segment…keep watching.

BnHA 71

One of the reasons I like Amajiki is because of his intro. Now you can see why!

Hassaikai = Hassai Group, so calling the opponents the “Shie Hassaikai” and “Hassai Group” in the same translaton is inconsistent.

“…playing into their hands.” – You can’t say that when you don’t have hands, Tamaki…

No Guns Life 8

Well, there ain’t no metaphor like the blatant one – man is the deadliest weapon to himself…or something of the sort.

Geesh! I wanna dub for this!

Well…couldn’t Olivier light the cig and stick it in Juzo’s mouth…? Or is that not “sexy enough” for the target audience?

No Guns Life 9

I’ve noticed only the women have lip flaps now…LOL. (But maybe I’m stating the obvious because my head’s a bit fuzzy from lack of sleep…)

“Medico” appears to be the Spanish word for “doctor” (as you might be able to guess). Then again, what Spanish colonies are there in the world…? Spain, sure, and South America…*googles* Basically all of South America, dangit.

Context says “madre” = mother.

Context also says “mentira” = lie, or “you’re lying!”.

Geesh, that cup size joke was such a non-sequitur that I didn’t even find it funny…

Geesh! This Colt dude is basically Sabro (from Iruma-kun)! Update: He also looks like he came straight outta JJBA.

ID: Invaded 1 – 2 (SNEAK PREVIEW!) 

I thought I wouldn’t be able to access the preview, but by accessing Funimation’s videos…I can watch it!

Ohmygloooooooob, this “I’m in pieces, but I’m connected” concept is so cool! (But also hella freaky, which is exactly my style!...You do know that I’m a bit of a freak for body horror, right?)

You…probably shouldn’t be yelling at the person if they appear to be dead(!)  

This would make an awesome escape game, no…?

I never knew the future looked so similar to the present.

Ooh, this gets more and more interesting! There are people watching this murder mystery.

Whose ID Well is this…? If it’s Sakaido’s, then maybe he can find out more about himself through the celebs.

The code appears to be from the Windows operting system, since C: is the default hard drive. So I’d say it might be Windows Visual Basic, actually, or C (the programming language).

Hmm…maybe that’s when the episode ws being produced.

Okay, so how I’m understanding this is that Sakaido is in the world of the murderer (of Kaeru’s) mind and he has to find her murderer to get out.

Ooh, so Sakaido is also a murderer…and as it turns out, Sakaido’s perp drills holes in the heads of their victims…scary. What I was really here to say was that this reminds me of a movie called Minority Report.

I think one of the victims had part of his head missing in the ID Well, so maybe Sakaido’s missing an elbow in real life…?

The joke is that the word for “well” in Japanese is i (井) or ido (井戸) and then ID, of course, is ID and likewise id is id (but it’s ido in Japanese). Googling ID: Invaded reveals Sakaido is written with this same kanji, plus two others (酒井戸), meaning his name is part of the wordplay too.

It’s like Minecraft, except you make the world with your entire body…LOL.

Maybe that’s (takoya) short for “takoyaki”…? Just a guess. Update: I’m right.

The licence plates say “Shinagawa”. This show takes place in Shinagawa (or the car I read the plate of was obtained in Shinagawa)!

Huh? How did Hondomachi get into the well? Do they have a drive to kill as well????

These quotes have gotta mean something, so here’s the first one: “Is it ridiculous to believe that I have been given a certain role to play for this present world?”

What’s up with the numbers in the room Matsuoka is in…? (Apparently a terrible day volunteering is enough to put me on edge and subsequently make me a master detective, it seems.)

I went back to my old Honeyfeed stories recently and I rediscovered a character that I wrote about a few years ago – Yuki, after the matching character I axed from my original plot of Half-Paid Heroes (because the story I’m referring to is the Honeyfeed version of HPH) – who was partially close-shaven like Fukuda. I gave Yuki such a character design just to set up intrigue, but I didn’t think I’d ever see a similar design to it, ever. Now, here I am.

Narihisago? What a name! I checked what “hisago” means and apparently it means “gourd”.

Is this Kaeru (the one that committed suicide), perhaps, the one in Hondomachi’s head and that’s not actually the case…?

The CGI’s a bit awkward in this show.

Is “Muku” Sakaido/Narihisago’s daughter…?

I think the old guy – the head of the cop team – uses a Mac, based on his GUI.

New quote: “Wind comes in this hole and out the other, and it makes the world a little bit clearer.” This reveals the quotes are actually from the episode.

This music which acts as the ED is nice. I’m basically sold on this show, y’know.

The original work is by “The Detectives United”. I wonder what that means…?

[anne-white-star]

Band queen x reader : a misunderstanding

Notes : reader is an assistent and a good friend of the group they trust her with a lot of stuff and always ask her for a second opinion on stuff. But what happens if the band suspect her of stealing things from them while its not even true and somone is framing her. Read to find out.

This is my first queen fanfic so please if anything is wrong am sorry im new to the fandom also I have dyslexia so im sorry for any spelling mistakes.

Words : 1464

Warnings: non mabey some cursing oh and Paul prenter being a bitch

(Gif isnt mine)

"Good morning guys"

"Morning" came the reply from the guys

"So Hows everything going?"

"Everything is going just fine y/n, Fred is doing some overdubes for the song " John replied

"Oh alright, is there anything i can get you guys? Tea, coffee?" 

"Soms coffee would be great" came the awnser from Brian

"Everything ells?"

"No thats it darling"

"Alright i'll be back soon "

Once y/n was gone to get the coffee for the boys Paul walked in to the recording room

"Can i have a word with you all"

"What is it Paul? " roger replied in a snarky tone

"Its about y/n"

"What is it about her?"

"Wel have you guys been missing a few things here and there? "

"Now you say so yes "

"Wel im suspection y/n of stealing and i got evidence"

"Oh really?" Said Fred while walking up to him

"Show me then "

"Here it is i caught her red handed while she was trying to steal something " he handed Freddie a polaroid

"But that can't be true y/n would never steal" said Brian as he aproched freddie

"Wel i got the evidence here so also it might be a good idea to check her bag" 

"We ask her if its poseble"

The door opend and y/n steped back in the room "im back" she put the tray down "four coffee one with 3/7 sugars i brought some milk with me in case anybody wants some"

"Y/n is it posible if we might have a look in your bag?"

"Sure hold on i will get it for you..... But why?" She sat it down on the table infront of them

Freddie opened the bag "i have to check something"

"Alright? "

First freddie grabed a necklace out of it

"Hey thats mine" Roger said

"How did that get in there?"

Next up he grabed a book out of it

"I wondered where that was i have been looking For it the past few days" said Brian while looking sligtly hurt

Then he grabed a paper out of it with some lyrics on it "i wrote that i could't find it all morning" Deacy grabed the paper from Freddie his hand"

And as last a smal picture frame of one of Freddie his cats "y/n im so disappointed in you"

"Fred i have no idea how those things got in my bag i swear"

"Well miss y/n it seems that you arn't quite so honest after all"

"Shut up Paul, look fred i swear i dint steal anything somone is Trying to frame me"

"I don't want to hear it now, please y/n im sorry but we can't trust you we need to talk with the band about this I want you to pack your stuff and go home"

"But?"

"No y/n please go home"

"Fine but don't come back to me if you need anything" she said while grabbing her bag with tears in her eyes "i can't believe that you don't trust me Fred" y/n slamed the door as she walked out. Once y/n got back to her flat she floped down on the bed

"Hey y/n you back early is something wrong?"

*sigh* "yes Alice something is wrong very wrong" (if Alice is your name you can change it)

"What is it then? " Alice sat down next to her on the bed

"Wel I think somone is framing me for stealing stuff from the band members... I never would steal from them, you believe me right?"

"Of course i do y/n I know you Would never do that" she rubbed y/n her back "give them time im sure they will come around don't worry"

"Alright, is it an idea that we go and eat something im starving"

"Sure come lets go then" Alice grabed her hand and leaded her out her bedroom

Meanwhile with the band

"I still can't believe she stole from us"

"Me neither Fred" said Brian

"But what if she dint"

"What do you mean With that John?"

"Wel what if indeed somone is Trying to frame her"

"What Are you trying to say"

"What i try to say is that somone wants to try and get her fired we have known her for so long she would never steal anything"

"who could that person be?"

"Who do you think Fred its Paul of course i don't trust that bastard for a second" said roger while getting up from behind his drums

"No Paul would never do that"

"You might think that Fred but i believe roger might be right about Paul he's acting really mean to y/n, she does everything for us and he keeps on giving her all his work i think he might be mad about that we keep asking her on second opinions and not him, she has more controle over us even when she's under paul"

"Brian has a point"

"Alright alright, we just have to catch him in the act"

"Lets call y/n so that she can come over"

The phone rings and Alice picks up "hello with Alice how can i help you?"

"Hi Alice its John um me and the band was wondering if y/n is with you"

"Oh yeah she's with me at home how so"

"We want her to come over and talk about what happend this morning"

"Alright, but is it ok if i come with her?"

"Sure but she has to bring her bag as wel we will explain what we do once you two are there"

"Alright i'll let her know" once Alice was done she hang up the phone and y/n steped in to the kitchen

"Who was that?"

"Thats was John he asked if you could come over to the studio And you have to bring your bag with you"

*sigh* "Alright lets go" Once y/n and Alice arived at the studio Brian was waiting for them outside

"Hey y/n" he gave a smal wave

"Hi, so you guys wanted me back?"

"We want to try something"

"And that is? " she raised an eyebrow at him

"We want you to place your bag in the hallway and not go to it for over an hour or so, if something of us is found in there while you Haven't been out the room we can conclude for real that somone is framing you"

"Alright Sure" she sighed and followed him to the recording room where the others were waiting "alright I heared about the plan"

"we want to prove your inocense".

"I know guys i know"

"Come sit lets talk about deacy his new song" said Fred while tugging her to sit down next to him.

About an hour later after talking the new songs and laughing about that time that Roger put him self in the cupboared john stood up "Lets check if the there has been anything put in the bag" he walked to the hallway and grabed it

"Lets see, Ah ha! Look "

"Hey those are my favorite drum sticks"

"Conclusion y/n isnt the one who stole stuff somone wants to get her away"

"But who?"

"Oh look who's back" there in the door stood Paul with his arms crosed

"What do you want Paul "

"Well i wanted to see if me and Fred could grab dinner or something but it seams the thief is back once again"

"Shut up paul it wasn't her we came to that conclusion"

"Oh realy how?" He raised an eyebrow at roger

"She hasnt been out the room for over an hour so it really couldn't have been her somone is framing her," Roger walked circles around Paul "and everyone at the studio likes y/n Exept for one person, you"

"What do you mean?"

"Do you think we are dumb Paul seriously i might have a bad eyesight but im not blind" said roger while standing in front of him now

Alice And the others looked at both of them, Paul looked nervous

"Alright i did it i wanted to get her fired so that i would get more controle"

"Wel now that you confesed Paul, you are fired get your stuff and leave" said Freddie angerly

"But fred-"

"No you call me mr Mercury from now on when you see me, now get out!" Paul paled visibly at Freddie his outburst and ran out

"Y/n we are so sorry for Everything "

"Its really alright deacy please don't worry" she smiled softly

"Im glad he's gone now i never liked him" said Alice

"Me to"

"lets go to the pub my treat" said Freddie grining

"Alright to the pub!"

And then she knew no matter what that the boys could trust her once again with everything.

The end

This is my first queen x reader that i ever did i hope you guys like it 😊🌹

[lostinathoughtonceagain]

Im not sure where to start although i feel like i alwyas start with that.My mom says i seem to be doing  alot better and inn truth i am. I feel more myself and joyous and mre personality, and than theres still an emptiness that creeps in. The sort of weird shame feeling i used to get in mornings or without a shirt on, i got it today after grabbing clothes from my moms. maybe this is just a personal issue but im trying not to isolate myself in my emotions. TI appreicate and find it hard to understand the idea of common humanity. It is true humans all epereince these emotions and it is only to ones disadvantage when we tell ourselves were the only ones who have ever felt these emotions. In truth we are the only ones who experience things given we all have different perspectives, childhoods, personalities, and biology of our brains.. yet i think that an important to try to find the common humanity. empathy, relating to one another. we are more alike than we are different. YOu know when your on the freeway and you wonder where are all these people going. Myabe some are picking up there kids, going to a booty call, stopping to grab bananas at the store, and we wont ever know, everyone is all doing there own thing, eveyone is jsut driving just going to work doing things and im wo dering if anyone else is freaked out about what is happening. Why the hell are we here?n why iseveryone not freaking out with the little time we have, i want to make the most out of what is happeing i dont want to waste any more time not being  where i want to be, i wanted to be skinny so i can go on with my life. But i geuess thats alos the point of life. ive been so worried about living that i havnt actually been living. Im failing at an attempt to handle my shit. I look back on the past and how come i can only think, mostly think of the bad things. The relationships that i shouldve ended sooner cuz i didnt really lvoe them as i thought love would be. THey were all merely a disspointment. That sounds rude but to put it this way i alwyas thought there was something better for me. MY parents used to say at times “its never enough for you katie” maybe that is true. maybe im never satisidef. Maybe it was because they were tired and had tried there best and i failed because my needs wernt meant. not that they were needs. I think back to guys ive hooked up with and wish i had higher standards. why did i find satisfaction in attention from people that didnt even care about me. WHen guys used me and i was glad to let them. Especailly when i had previous ly had crsushes on them. FUCK BOYS WITH J names. i dont know why im writing as if im writing a story. maybe it makes it easier maybeim trying to articulate my thoughts into something there not. I think about things that have happened and hope i can maybe use them as a testimony maybe ill meet the love of my life adn get to share all these stories... but i dont things play out like that and thats a weird perspective to have on things thsat occur. Like as if im a narrator. I would get so ecited to send cute pictures of myself when i was  baby and show my boyfriends, or share things with them but then i realized something. they dont care, well definlty not like me. That ecitement about it is not the same as the one im epereiecning and when i was sent baby pictures of them, i didnt feel that warmth in my heart. maybe that makes me a bitch or emotionally disconnected. but how do i know if im feelin. what connections have i made. I used to want to be under the influence and gina my therapist said that people go to substances to feel connection. When i was on coke, life was beautiful i could talk to anyoe and everyone adn words flowed so well. In my head, looking back i probably looked like a crack head and thats the reality of it. I can manipulate my reality but to what is its value if its a lie. if no one else feels or sees what im seeing. ona  nother thought  i think we can make up these sotries in our heads that arnt even true. like somone tells us something or we feel a certain way about ourself so and it ends upso our whole olives our affected by this painting in our head only to find out no one sees what were seeing. my dad said that we can change the past, welll we can change our past by changing how we look at it. and i think if we could grasp it it would change our lives. I think that i could look back and not feel that shame, or not feel that embarressment. But am i not a sum of all the words thoughts and actions ive done or had uot o this point? thats depressing, but if it were something i was proud of then yes i would like to be. but the truth is all wehave is the now and you can start now being a totally different person, but you cant run away from all the consequences of the past i guess they jsut dont matter if you decide to change. but then what about bridges burned. i guess my plan b ina  sense is to run away to another country. but then theres legal issues and this whole system and ates and bad guys and tso m8uch to worry about that i dont feela  sense of freedom. my information is online and under a sytem and i undertsadn why i just wish everything could be quiet for sa sec. mayeb i dont want to be aktie stowers anymore. I get jealos of girls born and raised pretyy. all ive done is starved myself in the process of becoming what i want to be but thats not even me. if i have to starve to et there then i feel as though i dont actuallyl deserve to be skinny. and i fee l so vain for obsessing over this fucking thought. iw anted to be skinny this is what ive said from the beginging can someoine please help me do it. the probelm is that im in treatment for anoreica sub purge type and the reality is that i cant lose weight withought going to etreme measures. it became the most important thing in my life and ive been strung up on the same thought since fucking march of 2018. talk about time wasted. although i know thats no way of looking at it. ive learned lessons and have ad so many beautiufl things happpen. I get told very kind things about myself. i wonder if im actually a kind person or i only do things simply to be a kind person. if eel kinda selfish but i guess we all are. i mean think about how amny bad things are happening in this world and children starving and here i am buying things i dont need anf focuing on myself. but im not doing anything about it. i mean i try to tip etra give to homless ifi can i just feel guilt because i could be doing more but ijalso know that im not responsibly to save the world. jsut seems wrong the way things are. thats why i believe everyone goes to heaven. maybe because i cant wrap my head around the possily fact that barrett wouldnt and also becasue the idea of eternal damnation dosnt seem like the character of a god i want to serve. i see so much bullshit in the church and i just dont know . am i jsut angry. I became so jdugemntal of those judging me and thats just as worse but when theres almost a cluba nd you dont fit into there critera it fucking hutts. and that dosnt feel liek jesus i think jesus wouldnt let us be seperated by rleigion or if you drank last weekend. I think we should all unite and love each other and thats what reallly matters. yet here i am obsessed over being skinny. im down to 4 hour as of yesterday and i feel so much better i do. i just wish i could have one long 2 day therapy session whre i fucking figure out all my shit. ive gone to so much therapy and its been etremly helpful i jsut dont wanna waste anymore time with this baggage. I dont wanna go a minute longer when i could giure all this out. i guess what im saying is i want my life tp be an open canvas and not be unravveling and my childhood issues poopping up.. i want to go into the fututre knowing what i know adn epeireicning my life as it plays out. but i am 18 ishouldnt be thinking this much into things huh i should just let it be and lvie my life. i should be doung homework an teting my frienfds or going on a date. but thats not ther eality of things and alos i think ill look abck and things will be different. IOm also int reatment rn so oviously my situation is not exactly normal. i really do love to write i used to always want to be an author. but i dont kno0w anymore. i jsut dont really like how the sytem works i hate how we all have to go to college amd study things i dont give a fuck about and then some struggle at there 9-5 to merely surve eand ig uess i dont like the thoughr of that. and i know were suppsoed to find joys in the little things i think things are jsut freaking me out. iw ant to quit smoking nicatine but everyday i go out and do it. ig uess that meanns i dont really want to stop because if i did i would. i  and then i feel slightly guilty and opackiy because his is the only boduy im given. like does that not freak everyone out. this is the only way we are able to eperience life. think about how quickly it can be ended. i think that is too much pwier overmyself. nmot that im suicidal but i do think i hgave the power to find out super son what is after this life. judgment day, pure nothingness, maybe ill become a=one of the many ants i ahev enjoyed killed as a punsihemtn for msyelf. or hoe[fully and maybe ill entire a heaven with a lovuing god. a state of being with loved ones. I think thats why people like the idea of heavn the idea that you will see people later. but that discount the factof pain. when someones child dies they dont feel any less pain because a verse about being reunited with the,. because the truht im scared to tyee is that theres a possibility heaven isnt rela. and the loved one that is lost will never be in your reaach again.i feel sad for how ome peoples lifeves go. i hope they get a chance in the after life to have what they wanted. but then i think abotu abd guys. i wouldnt want them in my heaven. i guess maybe who we all our at our core is who would be in heaven beyond all the nasty. yet i dont believ flesh is nasty and i dont believ trying my whole life to not be something i was made to be. if my flesh is evil adn mankind is doomed what the fuck is that. i dont think god would set us upnto fail and i believ ehe understands we are human. and gpd is god and god knew everything that was going to happen up to npw. u know whats crazy is that on the time line we are on the edge of what is to come. being aluive rn. and its crazy that i wont be here in 100 years. ill be merely history. but rn we are whats happneing 7:12 november 11th. we are up to datebecause we are merely aliver. unless there is different universes and this is m,erely a simulation. but besides the point. barrett was talking about just how many books songs and information there is. that makes me pancik there is so many people so many things i could learn and musici could listen to that no one can listen to it all. maybe theresa song out there that is my favorite son that ill never get to lsiten to but i gues si jsut have to trust that the universe ligns up as it should and my life will happen as it should. and alll these things are happneing and were floating in the middle of space and yet i feel like people arnt freaking out. like what hthe actual fuck is happneing. and why do iu want to soedn my one life doing shit that dosn matter or something i dont even love. but thats how life works because you have to have moneya nd i do love bying things. and i jsut need to relax. because when people look back on there past they think if i could only tell msyelf its going to be okaya nd to have fun. why cant i do taht i mean i can but tehn these thughts come in. iwant to be skinny i also love food. starving was easy and i like d seeing my bones show,. i wanted people to see me and know i was hurting but people dont wanna be sround sa dpeople i guess i just wanted o be rescued. and at the same time it was nice to focus on the thingsd because even if all went ot hell if i restricted enought hat was okay my eating idsorder would tell me that  everything was going to be okay because i was taking care of the one thing i actaully wanted. writing this makes me sound crazy to msyelf. i have so many things i want to larn and do and so having an eating disorder makes me feel limated. amd truly it does limit me. it dosnt allow me to worry and think about these tihngs. i just really want to be skinnya dn i dont know where this started or why its so impiortant but i just am not a fann of my boyd. and i know tis terirble because im more than m y body and i know i cant stave mtyself and i know that this makes me self cenetred i know that it didnt pkay out as the damsel in distress that i wanted i know wthat i pushed loved ones away and made desisions taht really arnt alligned with my values because truly i didnt care i just wanted to get skinny i know i didnt look healthy bu in my mind that s the best ive eever looked. i know that the husband i meet is going to lvoe me for whats beond my appreance so it dosnt matter and getting atention from others isnt satisying and only leaves me feeling empty i knwo lifes to short to count your calories, to walk around feeling fraila nd loung every seconds. to reach 109 and not see a body close to what was at 116. to talk about numbers because they w]makr improtant parts of my life adn to allso swear that i dont care that much about the numbers. i care about the look. but if what they say is true and i ahve body dismprhia thats impossible. they say the eating idpsrder says itll never be enough. it will nevr be satisiuded. “ its never enough katie” never enough

and so maybe its me maybe im just this warped person. why do memories come back so weird and hwy did i have su h weird thoughts a s f\child. why do i get filled with so much rage. somtiems i think im the most grogeous girl and others i want to killmsyelf because i fel worthless. imm not suicdial but i can remeberthe first time i thought about killing kmyself i was in the abck seat of the car my brothers wre all teasing me about soething but for whatecer reason i was upset by it. i remebr crying and thinking how bad thye would feel if i killed myself. i carried this idealation iwht me later on. gina says i used this as a coping skill.w whenevr someone was mean, didnt say the right thing, didnt invite me, or a aprent said something hurtful. o thouhgt about it as if i were a ghost. watching how sad they were that they had not done better with me. that they said those angry words last to me instead of teeling me uhow much they lvoed me. that when they gossiped ghey felt so bad after because i was dead. i sometimes wish i could watch this unfold. but thats demented and evil. my ghost smiling with satifdaction as she watches loved one who id love and people who were simply lvingnthere life be affected by this. what good would it do to me or them. it would ruin them, does thaa amke mf evil. and then i realzie thats not how death wokrs. ill go to  wahtevr is after this.a dm why would i waste my eistence on a disguestingnromantizsm of revenge.  shpuld move on better msyelf and make connections and share with my lovedones hwen theyve hurt me or that i need more love.  i love treamnt. i love the lif3 im having. besids hating my body i love doing art and larning life skills and if eel like pooeple love me for me there and i can really be myself and support others. but i cant live my life in treatment. i want to relapse theres a few pros to this. one i get skinny againa dn can take pcitures while im skinnya dn try to do it a healthier way. 2 i can jsut go back to treatment and 3 thats a big fuck you to insuracne and theyll realize i coudlve used more help. my ancupucture lady said i need to let people help me adn its tru. i can read boooks hae copnversations go toa therapist but what goofd does it do if its not evn sticking with me. if i dont allow it to change me. im so stuck in that i want to be skinny. but im also tired of haojng my body, the thought about being okay iwht my body is sad to. ill jsut be ugly and not care? amd i wont be ablr to beas beautiful as i want to be. the law of attraction streases me out to because what if everytihng im writing is manif3sting as we speak. hut io cant just iugnore all thse thoughts. its good to journl ane write. i smoked the other night and told susan and brooke but lied to my treatment team. but honestly i was anxious the whole time and outside of playing with myself and dougna  trippy spiritaul mediaiton itwasnt the best time. it ,made me realize i enjoy beig sober bcecause i can do lall the things i want to do and not be stupid and i can be mindful. but then i feel a little desperate at the idea of not having anys ubstances. i sjsut need to create a good ralit y formyself. also i just don tfeel like im the little blon girl in my baby photos like me and her arnt \even the same person but i am i am her in 18 year old form. i jsut dont even know who i am or whats happening. iw ant to chilla dn i need to find balance. maybe this is because my brain has more room oto think about thoings. it kinda hurts me that my mom dsont know that much about eating disorders but yet she says she knows how bad these thionhd can get. likes he can talk so much about me needing help and this and that and yet she hasnt veen taken the tiem to udnerstand what it is im goi g throug. but i shoudlnt epect her to i dont evn knkw what is happneing. cons of relasping is more time wwasting life farther form my hoal. what is my goal all i can think abou t is working on my body bye cercising and eating healthy after treatment. iu dont underdstand why people dopnt think this is a huge thing for me. it makes it so i cant wear what. im so tired of caring. i want to get out of my head. but reality is i am katie and i have to deal wiht whats going on it dosnt do any good whining about it. another con is that my family would be disapinted. im kinda scared i ahev cancer ir im going ot die and jus stop breatinh. its probaly jsut anxiety . nbut i think about the drugs ive done and all that ive smoked and when ive starved and i wonder if im jsut shutting gdown. but i guess were all shutting down. but you cant tell kids these tihngs they dont care and they wouldnt undertsnad. i guess im jsut freaking out at my very eistence. im also very thankful to ebe alive. the fact were all ehsiting rn is crazy i think everything happens for a reason and theres a beautiful lessona nd “work of art called love” desinged by the creator. i ksut dpnt think itds what people think its actaully is. julian is just dsigusing why was i ever ino him. but i cant stop 16 year old me by being into him. but he really wasa dick adn oi dont think hes aw the value in me. my idea of him thinking that was because hesa  lot uglier than me or the line in fredys song where he says “ why would a girl like you fall for a guy like me” and he saud thatr eminded him of us i thought that was so sweet. MO that dosnt mean he values me. why was i so okay with accepting bullshit.a nd nathan. i really liked nathan we were bestfriends. but i got really cazy jealous. i was supposed to eat2 and ahalf hours ago and im not rally hungry. hence my hunger ques are off. i lost 4 lbs over the weekedn and im on weight restoration i was given till friday before i have tonadd even more additions because im not supposed to be lsoing weight. but i dint feel sad baout it. i felt eciteed i guess my bodys ina  place where it can lsoe weight easily. i feel like i should take advantage of it. is this litterally the eating disorder tuyping as we speak am i poseed. it is katie stowers. i guess thats what an eating idorder does. i think i ought to steer clear of caffense and weed. make things a little less harde.r and truly i shuld try to quit nicatine. ots just so nice to do but i think i ought to just not do it. i think idts a porblem because i can already mpciture me going outside after break and smoking. “evntually ill quit shes aid” when i quoted julien baker in her song ahppy to be hee to esther it says “ i miss you the way that i miss nicatine” she waled away after. felt a little judged honeslt and i dont think it was cuz of me but i am better than to smoke nicatine. i think im gonna not do it tomorow. adn if i succeed well see about friday. but it is a hbit i shoudl break. but anyways theres a lot to worry about and be ecited about to and im having a hard time manging it all. and i opuld go on times ten of whats been happneing in my brain ina  therap y session but it dosnt happne.