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erha book 4 cover was revealed!!! (inhales)

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THE  MOST  POPULAR  GIRLS  IN  SCHOOL  SENTENCE  STARTERS.

rp  starters,  taken  from  mpgis  season  one. feel  free  to  change  pronouns  or  other  words !

the  new  girl. ❝  i  am  ...  so  ...  pretty.  ❞ ❝  um,  excuse  me ?  ❞ ❝  who  the  fuck  are  you ?  ❞ ❝  i  asked  you  first.  ❞ ❝  i  asked  you  second !  ❞ ❝  i’m  ______.  i’m  new.  ❞ ❝  who  the  fuck  let  you  in  here ?  ❞ ❝  so.  ______.  let  me  tell  you  how  things  work  here.  ❞ ❝  i  already  know  how  things  work  around  here !  ❞ ❝  this  is  me  telling  you  that  you  need  to  learn  your  place.  ❞ ❝  i  already  know  all  those  things !  ❞ ❝  you’re  not  from  around  here,  are  you,  ______ ?  ❞ ❝  okay,  _____.  just  ...  what  the  fuck  do  you  want ?  ❞ ❝  fine.  but  know  this:  i  do  not  like  you.  ❞ ❝  i  feel  indifferent  towards  you.  ❞

french  class. ❝  you  know  what,  ______ ?  i  respect  you.  ❞ ❝  stop  trying  to  change  the  subject,  ______ !  ❞ ❝  in  exchange  for  that,  you  have  to  watch  a  whole  episode  of  glee  with  me.  ❞ ❝  what ?  that’s  not  even  a  fair  trade,  you  like  gossip  girl !  ❞ ❝  that’s  not  true !  ❞ ❝  I  LOVE  GOSSIP  GIRL  SOOO  MUCH !  ❞ ❝  SHUT  THE  FUCK  UP,  ______ !  ❞ ❝  hey,  um,  gossip  girl  is  a  good  show !  ❞ ❝  you  are  not  my  boyfriend  anymore.  ❞ ❝  god,  i  wanna  fucking  murder  you.  ❞ ❝  hey,  ______,  do  you  wanna  go  out  on  a  date ?  ❞ ❝  it’s  a  fucking  french  word,  you  little  bitch !  ❞ ❝  ______  just  broke  up  with  me.  ❞ ❝  my  people  know  very  much  about  suffering.  ❞ ❝  when  i  get  through  with  that  piece  of  shit,  he’s  gonna  wish  his  parents  went  through  with  that  move  to  st.  louis !  ❞

sister  act. ❝  what  the  fuck  do  you  want,  ______ ?  ❞ ❝  i  heard  that  you’re  going  around  calling  me  a  fucking  liar !  ❞ ❝  where  did  you  hear  that ?  ❞ ❝  i  said  where,  not  when,  you  idiot !  ❞ ❝  suck  it !  ❞ ❝  it’s  so  good  to  see  you !  ❞ ❝  oh,  no.  no.  we  are  not  doing  this  again.  ❞ ❝  seriously,  who  the  fuck  is  watching  the  door ?  ❞ ❝  how  do  you  know  about  that ?  ❞ ❝  it  smells  terrible  in  here.  ❞ ❝  anyway,  i  want  an  apology.  ❞ ❝  you  are  a  fucking  liar !  ❞ ❝  i  didn’t  believe  that  for  a  goddamn  second !  ❞ ❝  fuck  you.  ❞ ❝  wait,  what’s  going  on ?  ❞

the  most  popular  boys  in  school. ❝  god  damn  it,  ______,  who  let  you  in  here ?  ❞ ❝  i  ...  i  thought  you  were  gonna  say  ❛  what  are  you  looking  at,  ❜  &  then  i  was  gonna  say  ❛  not  much.  ❜  ❞ ❝  no,  ______.  ❞ ❝  the  fuck  kind  of  name  is  ______ ?  ❞ ❝  i  don’t  play  by  your  rules,  man !  ❞ ❝  suck  my  dick !  ❞ ❝  i  guess  we  see  who  the  real  man  is  here,  don’t  we ?  ❞ ❝  i’m  a  real  man !  i’m  not  afraid !  ❞ ❝  i’m  not  saying  anything.  i’m  ...  i’m  just  saying.  ❞ ❝  i’m  going  to  shower.  ❞ ❝  why  don’t  we  take  a  poll ?  i  vote  no.  ❞ ❝  i  vote  no,  too.  ❞ ❝  fuck  no !  ❞ ❝  i  always  believe  in  giving  people  the  benefit of  the  doubt.  ❞ ❝  you  ask  this  every  week !  ❞

$57  lunch. ❝  i  am  going  to  reiterate  a  point  that  i  make  to  you  twice  a  week.  ❞ ❝  yes,  i  suppose  that  will  suffice.  ❞ ❝  i  like  your  top.  ❞ ❝  um,  ______,  you  haven’t  paid  yet.  ❞ ❝  oh,  don’t  worry,  i’ll  take  care  of  it.  ❞ ❝  what  the  fuck  was  that ?  ❞ ❝  oh,  jesus  christ,  is  that  a  fucking  gremlin ?  ❞ ❝  whatever,  just  ...  no  one  feed  that  fucking  thing  after  midnight.  ❞ ❝  this  is  an  emergency !  ❞ ❝  i  told  you  never  to  talk  about  that !  god !  ❞ ❝  i  will  cut  a  bitch.  ❞ ❝  is  this  gonna  go  on  much  longer ?  ❞ ❝  i’m  in.  ❞ ❝  can  i  go  eat  now ?  ❞ ❝  there’s  nobody  here.  ❞

the  letter  zero. ❝  why  don’t  you  give  me  a  fucking  break,  okay ?  ❞ ❝  can  i  help  you ?  ❞ ❝  what  the  fuck  is  that  supposed  to  mean ?  ❞ ❝  i  don’t  give  a  fuck !  ❞ ❝  oh  my  god,  thank  god  you’re  here !  ❞ ❝  not  right  now,  ______.  ❞ ❝  yeah,  you  cursed  me  out  in  the  bathroom  earlier  today.  ❞ ❝  i  thought  we  had  a  connection.  ❞ ❝  anyway,  ______,  i’m  glad  i  ran  into  you  here !  ❞ ❝  ...  oh.  that  makes  a  little  more  sense.  ❞ ❝  what  the  fuck  is  going  on ?  ❞ ❝  why  was  i  not  consulted  about  this ?  ❞ ❝  we  have  new  vending  machines  on  campus,  they  take  credit  cards  now.  ❞ ❝  fuck  no,  you  guys  are  assholes !  ❞ ❝  congratulations !  ❞

the  least  popular  girls  in  school. ❝  oh,  ______,  our  plan  is  coming  together,  like  ...  so  good.  ❞ ❝  it’s  so  diabolical,  there’s  so  many  twists  &  turns !  ❞ ❝  it’s  like  we’re  the  two  new  characters  on  gossip  girl !  ❞ ❝  but  we  are  more  beautiful !  ❞ ❝  teen  wolf  is  starting.  ❞ ❝  i’m  recording  it  on  the  dvr  so  i  can  fast  forward  through  commercials !  ❞ ❝  well,  i  know,  okay ?  ❞ ❝  oh,  uh  ...  hey,  ______  ...  how’s  it  going ?  ❞ ❝  i  guess  ...  better  than  you.  ❞ ❝  well,  if  we  ever  have  a  special  on  meat  salad,  i’ll  let  you  know.  ❞ ❝  don’t  erase  my  dvr !  ❞ ❝  bye,  ______ !  ❞ ❝  yeah,  that’s  right !  walk  away !  like  a  bitch.  ❞ ❝  what  the  fuck  did  you  say ?  ❞ ❝  oh,  no,  nothing,  i  just  said ...  i  just  ...  ❞

3rd  grade. ❝  oh  my  god,  ______,  are  you  okay ?  ❞ ❝  you’re  fucking  kidding,  right ?  ❞ ❝  it’s  about  time  people  start  feeling  sorry  for  me.  ❞ ❝  i  feel  terrible  about  this.  ❞ ❝  ______,  looks  like  we’re  playing  pokémon  cards  again.  ❞ ❝  this  is  some  bullshit  right  here.  ❞ ❝  you  are  nothing,  ______.  ❞ ❝  hand  it  over.  ❞ ❝  oh,  son  of  a  bitch,  bastard,  oh  my  god !  why  me ?  why  now ?  does  god  hate  me ?  oh,  jesus  christ !  ❞ ❝  what  the  fuck  is  wrong  with  you ?  ❞ ❝  fucking  stand  on  the  other  side  of  me !  ❞ ❝  don’t  worry !  i’m  sure  everything  will  work  itself  out  just  fine.  ❞ ❝  i  didn’t  hear  a  fucking  thing !  ❞ ❝  it’s  worse  than  we  thought.  ❞ ❝  cool  ...  well,  i  don’t  wanna  be  rude,  but  that  story  was  very  long,  &  much  more  involved  than  i  originally  thought  it  would  be.  ❞

pre  pep  rally  energy  drinks. ❝  why  would  god  do  this  to  me ?  ❞ ❝  how  the  fuck  did  this  happen ?  ❞ ❝  you  know,  ______,  you  really  shouldn’t  do  that  ...  ❞ ❝  are  you  sure  you’re  not  a  gremlin ?  ❞ ❝  oh  my  god,  ______,  they  got  you,  too ?  ❞ ❝  the  fuck  are  you  talking  about ?  ❞ ❝  oh,  yeah,  i  already  knew  about  that.  ❞ ❝  i  mean  ...  i  already  did  not  knew  about  that.  ❞ ❝  i  swear,  i’d  rip  your  fucking  head  off !  ❞ ❝  see ?  i  told  you.  ❞ ❝  can  we  take  these  now ?  ❞ ❝  god  damn  it,  fine !  ❞ ❝  by  a  nap,  do  you  mean  an  ambien  &  a  box  of  wine ?  ❞ ❝  that  doesn’t  fucking  matter !  ❞ ❝ oh,  we  should  totally  fuck  up  their  credit,  too.  &  then  we  all  unfriend  them  on  facebook.  ❞

gay  van  buren. ❝  i  was  just  trying  to  put  myself  into  a  coma  so  i  wouldn’t  have  to  listen  to  you  dipshits  trying  to  talk  &  breathe  at  the  same  time.  ❞ ❝  where  the  fuck  have  you  been ?  ❞ ❝  i’m  telling  you,  i  don’t  trust  that  bitch !  ❞ ❝  um  ...  ______,  you  don’t  trust  anybody.  ❞ ❝  i  could  totally  go  for  a  swim  right  now.  ❞ ❝  god,  your  hair  is,  like,  super  thick.  ❞ ❝  what  the  fuck  do  you  think  you’re  trying  to  pull  here,  ______ ?  ❞ ❝  i  think  you  really  are  a  good  friend,  &  you  totally  deserve  it.  ❞ ❝  yeah,  ______,  thank  you.  thank  you  for  fucking  up  my  entire  life !  ❞ ❝  do  you  hate  me,  ______ ?  ❞ ❝  my  life  is  over !  ❞ ❝  are  you  nuts ?  do  you  know  what  this  means ?  ❞ ❝  maybe  it’s  not  so  bad.  maybe  no  one  noticed.  ❞ ❝  that’s  not  my  name !  ❞ ❝  welcome  to  my  world.  ❞

deandra’s  arms. ❝  oh  my  god.  i’m  this  close.  this  fucking  close.  ❞ ❝  what  the  fuck  did  you  just  say ?  ❞ ❝  so,  um,  do  you  usually  just  stand  here  &  watch  while  all  this  goes  on ?  ❞ ❝  go  fuck  yourself.  ❞ ❝  hey,  i  like  your  dress.  ❞ ❝  oh,  i’m  definitely  gonna  check  that  place  out.  ❞ ❝  do  you  know  who  the  fuck  i  am ?  ❞ ❝  ______,  you’re  a  member  of  this  family !  ❞ ❝  this  is  starting  to  hurt  ...  ❞ ❝  ______,  you  were  supposed  to  be  watching  the  door.  ❞ ❝  do  you  know  what  these  are,  ______ ?  ❞ ❝  do  you  not  know  what  has  transpired  while  you  were  in  pearl  harbor ?  we  had  our  own  pearl  harbor  here  today.  ❞ ❝  live  with  that !  ❞ ❝  ______,  was  that  part  of  the  plan ?  ❞ ❝  nothing  like  this  has  ever  happened  on  gossip  girl.  ❞

prom,  part  one. ❝  ahem.  ______,  tonight,  i  consider  myself  the  luckiest  man  on  the  face  of  the  earth.  ❞ ❝  did  you  just  steal  lou  gehrig’s  retirement  speech ?  ❞ ❝  hey,  i’m  real.  what  you  get  is  what  you  see.  what  you  trying  to  do  to  me ?  ❞ ❝  those  are  the  lyrics  to  an  old  jennifer  lopez  song.  ❞ ❝  a  compromise  was  reached.  ❞ ❝  time  to  go  in  there.  ❞ ❝  why  are  you  wearing  a  tuxedo ?  ❞ ❝  do  you  like  my  dress ?  ❞ ❝  you  look  like  a  tampon  that  was  dipped  in  skittles  &  vomit.  ❞ ❝  don’t  mind  if  i  do.  ❞ ❝  there’s  nothing  between  us.  ❞ ❝  you  take  that  back,  bitch !  ❞ ❝  haha,  fuck  you,  too,  there,  buddy !  ❞ ❝  things  are  fucking  awesome  for  me.  ❞ ❝  see  you  up  there,  dumb  whores.  ❞

prom,  part  two. ❝  it’s  so  great  to  have  you  back.  ❞ ❝  it’s  so  great  to  be  back.  ❞ ❝  don’t  you  ever  fucking  cut  me  off  again,  do  you  understand  me ?  ❞ ❝  i’m  gonna  be  honest,  i  don’t  see  what  the  big  deal  is.  ❞ ❝  i  don’t  really  give  two  shits.  ❞ ❝  mostly  because  she’s  a  bitch,  &  because  she’s  a  bitch.  ❞ ❝  this  isn’t  over.  ❞ ❝  i  have  been  waiting  all  night !  ❞ ❝  this  can’t  be  right.  can  someone  look  at  this  for  me ?  ❞ ❝  you cannot be serious. ❝  hit  the  bricks,  bitch.  ❞ ❝  don’t  worry,  baby.  ❞ ❝  ______,  aren’t  you  gay ?  ❞ ❝  wait,  does  this  mean  we’re  friends  now ?  ❞ ❝  oh,  no,  i  still  fucking  hate  you.  ❞

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::Out For Blood-Drabble::

TW: Violence, blood, drug mention, torture...

Honestly if you can’t handle even a little gore this isn’t the drabble for you

High key suggesting that you listen to Monster by Skillet on repeat while reading it cause it helps

“The secret side of me, I never let you see

I keep it caged but I can't control it

So stay away from me, the beast is ugly

I feel the rage and I just can't hold it.”

Leonis Aries Karisova had been far too nice for far too long.

He’d ignored every instinct, he’d fought every urge to just blow up, he’d bitten his tongue more times than he could count... He’d been playing the part of the doting, loving, caring, patient boyfriend...

But now? Now that he was on his own and he didn’t have anyone around to hold him back...?

Heh.

That little red monster of wrath started to bubble up in his chest.

He’d already effectively terrified Special K into submission, getting all the information he needed, and now he felt a humourless smile etch it’s way onto his lips. He was hunting, and his beast was thirsting for blood.

Bullet could feel himself melting away, that evil bastard that used to call himself Leonis taking his place and itching for a little fun. His fingers drummed silently on the steering wheel, not really even registering the song that was playing on his old cassette tape. He didn’t care. His eyes flicked briefly to the list of names Special K had given him, mouth twitching into another smirk.

Nineteen Killjoys. Two neutrals.

He’d already gone through every name on the list at this point, somehow remaining polite until he got the information he needed, and now he just had one name left on it...

Nuke Forward.

Bullet sighed at the name, rolling his eyes. Lord, and people told him Bulletproof Racer was stupid... At least he got his from Dr. D, plus it was a lot better than what he used to roll with... The raven haired monster put his beater into park, staring silently at the club in front of him, rage humming through his veins.

“Tiger’s Gentleman’s Club” the sign outside boasted, and Leonis scoffed with a note of obvious sarcasm to it. The men at this fucking place were anything but gentlemen... His jaw went taut for a moment, and he breathed.

That familiar sense of relaxation washed over him as he decided on what he was going to do, and he smiled quietly to himself. This was only the beginning, it was the calm before the storm.

Bullet finally willed himself out of the car, shutting it behind him before taking stock of the place, noting every window, every door, every alleyway, every car, and every patron in sight, nodding to himself as that side of him he tried so hard to repress kicked into full gear. The killjoy elected to leave his jacket in the car, deciding that he quite honestly didn’t want to spend the time it would take cleaning blood out of it. He took a glance to the night sky, sent a prayer to the Phoenix Witch, and that was the last time that Bullet showed himself that night.

Leonis took over from there.

Gloved hands pressed the door of the club open, blocking out the sound of bass as whatever shitty synth mix they were playing tried to pound it’s way into his head. He searched the inside with a piercing gaze, blue hues falling on a pretty thing all dolled up.

“Hey...”

“Heya, handsome~ Lookin’ for a date~?”

“Actually, I’m looking for a friend of mine, Nuke Forward... is he here...?” At the name, the pretty brunette’s face almost instantly fell, glancing off in a corner.

“... yes...”

“Mind leadin’ me to him, Sugar...?”

“Hey... ain’t you Quix’s—“

“There’s twenty carbons in it for you.”

“... carbons first, hot shot.”

Leon promptly complied, handing over the cash to the suddenly eager prostitute who pocketed the plastics and took him by the arm. They weaved through the room, Bullet’s shoulders tensing a little at the numerous tables of pills, pipes, rocks, needles, and lines that were in sight, causing his head to spin and his stomach to clench and that hungry little monster inside him to flare up and will him to reach out to take one pill just one pill just one pill just one and suddenly he was taking a deep breath and counting to six in his head particularly upon seeing the pills with those taunting smiles printed on them He didn’t need them he didn’t need them he didn’t need them he didn’t need them he didn’t—

“Over there with the orange jacket, Sugar. Good luck.” Leon was broken out of that mild panic that had so suddenly flooded him, and he nodded his head in reply, silently thankful that the kid had spoken. He watched as the brunette slipped away from him, and his eyes fell on a his target. Suddenly it was as if the room had faded away, melting into the background as the man locked eyes with him. Every ounce of anxiety in him disappeared at that second, and he found himself straightening up, a charming smile sliding to his lips. He felt naked without his jacket to surround him, but at this very moment, watching as those drug fogged brown eyes slid the length of his form, he was thankful that he’d left it in the car.

This was far too easy...

Then again...

It wasn’t like this was the first Killjoy he’d hunted...

The man in question had shoulder length, greasy hair, dyed green like toxic sludge. Quite honestly the whole dye job was wretched, then again if he’d had any dignity or class to him he wouldn’t be holed up in this joint feeding heroin to prostitutes for sex now would he? Combat boots moved forward of their own accord, and Bullet tilted his head just a tad, a trick he’d seen Quix use on himself to get what he wanted.

Usually it always worked, and it seemed to be working for this bastard as well...

“Well well well... aren’t you pretty~?” The man purred in such a way that Leonis had to keep himself from gritting his teeth in disgust, but still he smiled and even let out a fucking giggle.

Damn wasn’t he a good little actor?

He watched as Nuke stood up, taking note of how tall he was. He was shorter than Quix (then again, wasn’t everyone?) but he couldn’t be more than 6’2 or 6’3... the two pretty things that had been hanging off him on the couch looked particularly nonplussed, but at a sudden, wicked glare from Bulletproof they seemed to think better of opening their mouths and sunk into the couch.

“You Nuke Forward...?”

“Yeah, Sugar, I am~”

“A friend told me I could get a little fun outta you...”

“What friend...?”

“Quix...” The recognition in Nuke’s eyes at this made Leon seethe with anger, fingers suddenly itching with the urge to gouge his beady eyes out.

He hated this man he hated him with every beat of his heart with every breath he took with every—

“How’s about we go somewhere more quiet, Cutie...?”

Leon elected to just smile and nod, motioning for the man to follow him out a side door into the nearest alleyway. He was focused now that they were alone and out of the den of drugs and sex, taking in a calming breath of fresh air.

“So, What is it you were wanting...?”

“What Quix was gettin’, sounded fun~”

“H? I think I got some in my car—“ The Killjoy reached out as he spoke, putting one hand on Bullet’s slim waist, but he instantly regretted doing so.

He didn’t even have time to scream.

In a flash, his hand was pinned to the wooden wall beside them, a razor sharp switchblade driven straight through the middle of his wrist as the man- no, the demon in front of him suddenly stared into his eyes with a gaze that burned hotter and more wickedly than the flames of hell. Cold fear flooded his veins, and suddenly the searing pain in his wrist registered to his head, but he didn’t have a chance to shout as a shockingly strong hand forced its way over his mouth and slammed his head back against the wall.

“Shut. Up.”

It was an order, not a suggestion.

“If you make one fucking sound I swear to god I’ll tear your tongue out with my bare hands and make you eat it.”

Honestly...

Nuke believed every goddamned word.

When Bullet was sufficiently pleased with the fact that the man would stay quiet, he twisted the blade, looking him straight in the eyes. He watched as the man bit his tongue until it bled, and smirked dangerously at him. “Hm. Good. You’re not as stupid as I thought...” He promptly yanked the blade free, grinning as Nuke trembled with wide brown eyes that were suddenly incredibly clear.

“W... what do you want with me...” He whispered out hoarsely, caught and stuck like a deer in headlights.

“Blood.”

Nuke swallowed at this, and shrunk in on himself, suddenly not looking so tall.

“W-what...?”

“Quix almost died because of you.”

“W-wha—“

“Heroin overdose.”

“I... are you gonna kill me?”

“No.” At this point, Leonis calmly and deliberately wiped the bastard’s own blood off on that stupid orange jacket of his, giving a deadly smile before spinning the blade again in his hand in a wicked manner, driving it deep into his shoulder. Nuke bit his tongue again, willing himself not to scream, and suddenly, reflexively, he moved to lash out with his uninjured hand, trying to hit his attacker.

A second switch drove itself so deep into his hand it went through his fist and all the way through his palm.

“That was a bad idea on your part.” The words were said as, in a scarily practiced manner, the blade was withdrawn in a sharp sideways movement, slicing open his palm and effectively relieving him of two fingers and half of his thumb.

This time he screamed.

Leonis decided he was done playing nice and slammed the blade into his other shoulder, careful not to hit anything major as he swept his feet out from under him and Nuke hit the ground hard. The dealer’s head was positively spinning from shock, terror, and pain, breathing heavy and panicked as he spun right into a bout of hyperventilation. He watched, helpless, as the beast of a man stood over him with evil intent in his ice like eyes, teeth bared in rage and sick amusement.

He was enjoying this.

He was actually enjoying this.

“You think I’m the only thing that’s caused Quix to almost die? Not even close! Newsflash, hotshot, your boyfriend is a fucking wreck.” Nuke hissed through everything, suddenly in hysterics. “It’s a wonder he hasn’t fuckin’ killed himself.”

Those words rang in Bulletproof’s ears and his heart rate picked up almost instantly, anger swirling in his head as he remembered the words of a certain someone a week or so before.

‘—Is he still alive or has he offed himself yet?’

Issac’s words burned in his mind, and the raven haired killjoy locked eyes with the man beneath him.

“Lucky me I get to take it all out on you then...”

Nuke Forward’s blood ran cold.

— — — — — — —

It took five hours for someone to find him.

As a girl and her client stepped outside to make a transaction, she screamed in sheer terror at the bloodshed before her. Barely breathing Nuke was passed out cold on the ground, missing two fingers and a piece of his thumb on his right hand, and the index, middle, and ring finger of his left hand. Upon further inspection it was clear that both shoulders had deep stab wounds and his shirt had been torn open.

“P I G”

The word was carved deep into Nuke’s chest, covering the entirety of it with wide, horrific gashes.

Whoever had done this had been out for blood...

This had been personal...

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Too Hot To Handle: Chapter Thirty-Eight

So I kinda wrote a different kind of fanfiction. It’s nothing as in depth as my other fics so I am going to post it here. ENJOY!!***Actor, Real Person Fanfiction, Walking Dead RPF***Featuring: Jeffrey Dean Morgan X Original Female Character, Norman Reedus and others.. (FYI this is total fiction, as in I know nothing about JDMs life or that of his real SO and son etc. Because of this, for this work of fiction, they don’t exist. Jeffrey’s been a typical actor playboy dating fellow stars etc. This is written for sick daydreaming pleasure.)

Aria St. James is a busy woman with a thriving restaurant. She thought she had everything she needed until a few famous faces visit her dining room. A tall, dark and handsome actor decides Aria’s just what he’s been looking for.

Rating: Mature : NSFW **dirty dirty**

Aria stretched out in the bathtub, sinking into the thick bubbles as she relaxed after a long day. She'd been working at the new restaurant all morning and then closed up her other place. Having been on her feet for over twelve hours, she couldn't bare another moment upright. Groaning as the heat began to sink into her muscles, Aria glanced at the door when she heard Jeffrey come home. He'd been visiting with cast members, catching up after the long break between shoots. "Sweetheart, where you at?" Jeffrey gruff voice called out from the living room. "In here." She called out, her sleepy eyes brightening as he sauntered in.  Smirking at the sight of her, Jeffrey crouched down and kissed her lips softly. "Well hello, beautiful." He rasped, his fingers tucking stray hair behind her ear. "Hey, handsome."

"Long day?" "More than." She replied with a sigh, "I spent all morning navigating the finer details of city permits and building city codes, then I cooked for six hours with only one stove, as my main one finally bit the dust. Topped off with one irate customer, who had two servers crying in the breakroom and a three digit dining ticket written off because my busboy decided to stick up for his waitress girlfriend by promptly tell said irate customer to go fuck himself." Chuckling, Jeffrey rolled his sleeves up and grabbed the bottle of shampoo. "Duck your head under the water a bit, darlin'. I'll wash your hair." Aria couldn't help the moan she released as his fingers dug into her hair, massaging her scalp and neck thoroughly. Turning her head to the side, she kissed his wrist as he worked, nuzzling into his warm skin. "How's everyone at the show?" "Good, good. Steve and Norm are begging to start up a poker night, me hosting of course." "Of course." "Probably do it though. Sounds like Andy and Greg might join. Few of the crew too.” "I'll make finger foods." She commented with her eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of his strong hands rubbing the strain of the day away. "Don't have too darlin'." "I know." Aria murmured, peeking one eye open. "You know I love feeding people." Snorting, Jeffrey leaned over the edge of the tub and kissed her cheek. "Well we'd appreciate it, sweetheart. Got word on a release date for the movie." "Oh yeah?" "October." "Six months huh? That'll be soon after the restaurant opens." "Yeah. I'll be here for it, then I'll have to go to Cali for a few days to do interviews and shit." Jeffrey detailed, his voice sounding hesitant. "Okay." "Talked to Katherine today." "Oh god, what now?" Aria muttered, the other woman's name only caused her anxiety. Whenever they were talking about his publicist it meant some new problem had arisen. "Nothing, she just... she wants you to go to the opening with me." Aria sat up slowly, turning to face him for the conversation. They hadn't spoken about the movie and the scenes that it contained, both wanting to forget about it completely. "And what do you want?" Jeffrey let his hands hang on the tub edge, suds dripping from his wrists. "Well, I won't lie. Having you with me would be nice. You haven't been able to go to any because of your schedule." "That probably won't change with two restaurants at that point." "I know, I know." He drawled, pursing his lips in thought. "It's just... fuck darlin', I'd like to have you with me for once at these things." Chewing her lip, she looked him over and couldn't help but feel guilty. She knew she could've gone to other events but used her job as an excuse, truly she just hated being in the spotlight. This time would be even more stressful, due to the film it was for. Sighing, Aria brought her knees up and wrapped her arms around them. "Jeff... I want to I just..." "I know you don't want to see it." "It's not that." "Yeah it is... and believe me, I'd rather you not see... it. We don't have to stay for the film, a lot of actors do it with their own flicks. We go to the red carpet, do the photos, talk to the people. Leave once we get inside. We can hit a few parties afterwards with the cast." Huffing out a breath, she caved, "okay. If the new place isn’t burning down or something, I'll go.” "Yeah?" He asked with a slowly growing grin. "You'll go with me?" "Yeah." She replied, her smile quirking up at the sight of him so escatic. Leaning over the edge, Jeffrey cupped her face and pulled her lips to his. "Thank you, sweetheart. Promise you'll have a good time."

"Megan I swear to god, please don't ask me again." Aria grumbled, rubbing her eyes roughly as she spoke with her best friend on the phone. "Aria, I'm serious. The clips I saw of it look hot as hell. How can you stand it?" Growling at her friend's prodding, Aria snapped, "I can't fucking stand it, Megan. Why do you think I don't want to talk about it? The idea that he had some other woman's mouth on him, her hands touching places, only I should be touching, is driving me slowly fucking bananas. So no, I cannot stand it and yes, you are making it fucking worse by asking me about it!" "Okay, okay. Jesus don't get so bent out of shape." "I hate your face." "No, you don't. So are you going to the premier for it?" "Yeah." She answered with a heavy sigh. "I've got to. He was so damn happy when I said yes. I can't back out now."  "Well, it'll be fine. Besides, you'll get to see famous people and probably go to some awesome parties." "You know I don't care about meeting famous people and parties are boring. The food sucks and the people are fake." "You don't know that, you never go to any." "Well.... I just know." Aria huffed, her eyes rolling at her pathetic attempt at an excuse. "Stop being a party pooper. You'll have fun. You'll be with the hottest fucking guy there, who will take you home and fuck you proper when it's all over with.” "I don't want to see it." Megan sighed, "you know he loves you. Nothing he did in that movie is real." "But it is real, it really happened. Could you watch Randy fuck some other woman." "First off, Jeffrey didn't fuck anyone and I can guarantee he doesn't want to fuck anyone but you. Second, there's no way in hell Randy could land a woman like her but I would definitely like to watch him make a fool out of himself trying."  Laughing a little at her attempt to lighten the situation, Aria replied, "He's says we don't have to stay and watch it but I feel like I should see it." "Why?" "Because." "What a convincing argument." Megan deadpanned. "Look, doesn't he get a copy early or something? Watch it in the privacy of your own home if you feel like you've got to see it. Don't do that to yourself at a public premier." "Yeah... I'll see if he does. That would be less.... traumatic." "Well, if you do, send me a copy because seriously... that man is ah-mazing." "Stop thinking about my husband like a sex object." "Only if he stops being hot as fuck."

Jeff was thumbing through his phone messages when Norman plopped down next to him. "How's it hanging J?" "To the left." Snorting, Norman took a drag of his cigarette and asked, "you run poker night by the old ball 'n chain." "First off, stop calling her the old ball 'n chain. Second, I don't have to ask permission to play poker." "Riiiight. So you weren't asking if it was okay to have your friends over." "No. I wasn't." "Uh huh." "Fuck off, Reedus." Jeffrey scoffed, elbowing him roughly.  "You ask her about the premier?" "Yeah, she's going." "Is that a good idea?" "No, it's a shit idea but we won't stay to watch it. I won't put her through that." "She's gonna end up seeing it, you know it. It'll be better if you two see it together." Growling, Jeffrey looked away and thought about the options and the outcomes of each. "Fuck, you're probably right." "I'm always fucking right dumbass. show her the final edit copy they send out. Buy her something nice to soften the blow.”

“I'm not bribing her.”

“Why the fuck not?”

“That's not how we work man. She doesn't need me to buy her shit.” Jeffrey scoffed, shaking his head at his friend. “Ari, she'll want to hash it out, tell me how it feels to watch something like that and it'll just break my goddamn heart.”

Norman frowned and shook out a cigarette towards Jeffrey, “man, you're being too hard on yourself. It's your fucking job and she knows that.”

“There's knowing it and living it brother. She isn't the only one who is unhappy about. I don't want to touch anyone else.”

“Jesus, you are whipped.”

“No, brother. I'm in love.”

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Dialogue Prompt / The Trouble with Singers

The Trouble with Singers

The small little apartment where St. Clair and Amaline lived was packed with people when they got home from shopping.  The two had to elbow their way through a crowd of fawning onlookers, who were spilling out their open front door.  From the midst of the crowd, Amaline spied Bo, their tall assistant with his deep brown skin and arms waving around in the air, trying to signal his Superiors.

Amaline dropped the groceries to the floor, her mouth tightening into a stretched sneer, while St. Clair held a hand to hers, black eyes suffused with shock.  “What in the goddamn--” Amaline began.

“Wait, wait, let’s find out what’s going on first, and then react,” Amaline heard St. Clair say.  

Her friend might as well have been half a mile away, words streaming through an empty plain when they reached her ears, which were now on fire with anger. “Wait?  Wait for what?  We see what’s happening.  Do you see what’s happening?  You have precious vials and liquids that can’t be exposed to strangers, and what about all my stuff?  These people don’t give a good goddamn about our things.  They’re just stomping around like this is some kind of fucking ... some kind of ... fucking ...”  Amaline’s words drifted as a thought entered her mind.  “Some kind of ... concert.”

In seconds, her fears were finalized when she heard a high note streaming through the air, cutting through the noise of a crowd demanding one last song before they dispersed.  It was a sweet note, deepened and elongated with years of practice and preparation, that silenced the apartment full of people with the gentlest of entreaties.  The sound was soft, like a feather beginning its descent from the apex of the tallest tower, and gathering strength in volume like a hurricane as it wafted through the group, until its full power landed at the edge of the apartment where Amaline stood with St. Clair.  When the singer was satisfied, she began her slow progression through the song.  Her voice spun through the notes like a weaver spinning threads for a fine tapestry, pulling and stretching through chord changes with deft vocal chords as her tongue tapped at consonants like a ballerina dances across the room, light and limber.  Every vowel was pushed to its limit and treated to a thick application of the full richness of her vibrato, like decadent ganache spread over a fresh cake.

The people surrounding the two swooned, but every note, every word, every phrase filled Amaline with an anger so vibrant, so core-shattering, she reached into the eye of the hurricane churning and battering her own mind, ripped out a handful of energy, sent its electricity down her arm, and pitched it into the crowd with her hand.  Bodies flew against shelves and cabinets and walls in reply.  The music halted as people scrambled to avoid the next throw.  Behind her, St. Clair reached out, positioning her small hands onto Amaline’s shoulders, but the current coursed through her like a murder of crows taking flight.  She pitched again and again, sending a volley of pure hatred through the room, until every listener was either bustling past them out the door, in a heap on the floor, or shivering in a corner with their arms up in defense.

“That’s quite enough,” St. Clair ordered, her voice low and stern.  “I hope you haven’t damaged anything important.”

“Don’t worry,” Amaline said, pulling out of St. Clair’s grasp and stalking through the room, dark eyes lingering on every cowering figure she passed.  “Your workshop’s over there.  I only tossed them about over here.  Like a bunch of fucking rag dolls.”

Bo emerged as she wandered further in, his body protecting the woman in the chair behind him and the source of the music.  Amaline came within an inch of the servant, lifting a finger, and angling it to the right.  Without his consent, Bo’s body slid out of the way as if on a bed of ice.  The man inhaled, bracing for the worst, but all Amaline required were a few good inches to unmask the singer.

In a chair next to a lamp sat a girl curled up, head down and face scrunched up.  She wore only a light summer dress of white, a pretty contrast against her ochre skin.  When she realized the fireworks were over, the girl’s gaze peered up and met with Amaline’s.  The unfiltered rage brewed as she watched the girl unfold and give a tiny laugh.

***

“Okay, so you’re going to say ‘you wouldn’t believe me if I told you’ to which I’ll respond 'try me’ and we’ll have a dramatic stare down and then you’ll tell me anyway. So let’s skip all that, and you can explain what the hell happened,” Amaline growled.

“You’re well versed in the cliche,” replied Auralia with a nervous titter.

Amaline grunted, causing Auralia to jump and give a sharp squeak.  “Explain.  Now.”

Holding up her hands, Auralia tried to calm her breathing and her mind.  St. Clair edged up behind her friend with a disapproving stare and arms folded.  “Okay okay.  So, while you two were out getting food and other things, I was cleaning and lonely and bored.  Bo was out as well, as he usually is, so I just starting, well, ... singing!  It’s what I do.  It’s my only firm grasp on this world and my true nature and I couldn’t help myself.  I have to practice as much as possible, so I began singing an aria to myself, and forgot that others were outside and could hear, and halfway through I had this group of people at the door.  Oh!  They were knocking so loudly I could barely hear myself.  So I went to open it and ... and ...”

“And?” Amaline asked through gritted teeth.

“And I did.  And they just started streaming in!  I can’t help that song is my ability.  I can’t help how it lures people to me!  They just kept coming and coming, begging me to finish.  By the time I was done with the aria, they had me backed against the wall in this very chair, praising me and exclaiming how my voice was beautiful and entrancing, and how I should sing another.  Soon Bo was rushing in trying to clear folks out, but they wouldn’t leave without another song.  So I sang another to satisfy their indulgence, but that just brought more and ... well ...”

“Well?” asked Amaline.

“Well?” followed St. Clair, eyes squinted in disbelief.

Auralia shrugged and offered a meager smile for her own reassurance.  “And?  That’s when you came.  I felt you, but, well, what else could I do?”

“Fucking *stop*, that’s what!  Oh my fucking god, are you fucking serious right now?”  Livid at this point, Amaline leaned her small, yet intimidating frame over Auralia, who yanked her knees against her chest and curled up again, tensed for the smiting her new roommate appeared ready to offer.

“Now now,” St. Clair said, clasping her hands around Amaline’s arms covered by a thin, stripped sweater.  “There was no malicious intent here.  The girl just doesn’t know how to reel in her power.  That voice is a force of nature and she’s had no instructors or Superiors to guide her ... magical charms.  She needs but a little guidance.”

Auralia peeked up from her ball, fluttering her eyelashes as St. Clair coaxed the woman away with slow, steady movements.  Amaline allowed this the singer noted, rubbing her forehead with one hand and massaging her temples.  “What did we tell her when she first arrived?  Why did she not listen?”

“I believe,” St. Clair began with an even tone, “We told her to avoid singing loud enough for others to hear.  To avoid these exact same situations we outlined when she first arrived.  Why she would sing an aria and not something a bit more subdued is beyond me, but I’m sure Auralia will use this newfound wisdom for next time.  Won’t she?”  St. Clair fixed a tempered stare in Auralia’s direction, a stare suited for a mother admonishing a child who should have known better.  The effect was disconcerting, as Auralia chewed on her bottom lip and played with the edge of her skirt to release the tension in her body.  

“Yes,” she replied.  “It won’t happen again.  I *promise* you all.”

Wriggling out of St. Clair’s grasp with a gentle shake, Amaline combed her loose brown hair back with a sigh.  “Fine.  But if this happens one more time, I swear by your gods, my gods, every Celestial that may still walk this physical plane and the Waywards that worship them I will rip those chords out of your throat, and feed them back to you through a tube.”

Auralia gazed at the woman before her, a figure made of sheer might and uncompromising ferocity, and gulped.  This was not a person she wished to anger again.  “Okay, I promise--”

“... by shoving it up your ass.”

Pausing, Auralia swallowed that last bit of information like a cumbersome chunk of meat that threatened to clog one’s esophagus.  She shivered and inhaled and set her unsteady feet down on the bare floor, still littered with scraps of clothing from her hapless admirers.  “Yes, ma’am.”

“You damn right, yes ma’am.  Now clean this place up.”  With that, Amaline took off back towards to the door, gathering the groceries, and putting them away in the cabinets.  Auralia gathered pieces of furniture and set them back into place while every now and again Amaline shooed away a twitching victim of her violence by grabbing them at the collar and tossing them towards the door.  The woman’s strength was superhero-like and caused Auralia to shudder with every body flung towards the exit.  The singer would not dare distract the woman from her routine as she exhaled her frustration via storing food and other goods.

“Best to be tidying up, sweetness,” said St. Clair, heading back towards her shop with a serene shake of the head.  Auralia looked towards Bo for help, but he was out the door and around the corner before she could blink.  Auralia could not see herself withholding the arias in her heart for longer than a week, so she would need a place to practice without causing so much distress and panic.  She figured one of her two roommates might be able to help, but for now it was Jazz standards and silly little pop songs until such a location could be arranged.  Auralia knew her voice was dangerous, but hadn’t conceived of the danger being so *close*.

She straightened the living area with a swiftness, not eager to invoke Amaline’s rage to such a point where she dined on her vocal chords through an orifice meant for expelling for the sake of her art.

[meduelesluegoexisto]

Shiraki - 1999-2003

1. Post Student Syndrome Prospects of a new life, planning, cash in, cash out Weigh every step I take Live up to every expectation that rests on my shoulder And now I talk to the mouth of some lost soul that never matched up to his own And I wonder how many careers are based on true motivation. Are mine true enough to make it through time I’ll serve mine and already apologize for failing I dare you to say you live the life you dreamed of Consequences first, step out of line, severe damage for sure, think it over first. 2. Copycat

I keep hearing what was said long before Synchronized mouths a copy of dim light Is what remained The worst has still to come, But you don’t know and you never will No gods, no masters Your revolution is not much more Than a piece of paper Tell me whom are you fooling Don’t expect me to strife on your side No progression made 3. Robot Wars Robot wars, no remorse, metal bloodshed Robot wars, shred to pieces, ripped apart total devestation Killing is the game, robot wars the name Two warriors, battleground, till the end All hail to SHIKARI, all hail to ROBOT WARS Let the battles start Death machinery Robot wars Let’s do some damage Dead metal, Mathilda, Sgt.Bash, Robot wars 4. …And Just When I Thought I Had It All Figured Out Made a blueprint for my own reassurance Funny, how everything seems to be falling apart When the most precious of thoughts is proven wrong Made a blueprint to cut out my insecurities Now I can only question the need of trying to structure my life Never thought that anyone Could break down this fortress And leave me in ruins like this And I can only ask myself, was It worth, rationalize thoughts, Can I, can I… What is love, is this love Can I love, will I love… 5. Written In Some Depressive Mood This room is too small I hate this room, it’s not mine I hold the key but there’s no keyhole, no exit It’s like a rope tightened around my neck Forced to swallow, choking Another 25 years tied down on these restrictions Just the thought Break the burden Kill that thought My own noise

6. Encounters Standing on behalf of the crowd Thinking where did I bring myself and you ask What’s the threat? I keep running into disillusion It’s hard not to be cynical Alternative nation inhibited By leaders and followers Who do you identify with? Don’t you know You have to choose sides Let the cleansing begin Be sure to wear the right stigma All I believed in faded away Are my expectations too high Or are you afraid of recognition And admit it at the same time My hero died today and I held the knife Walked right into it If this is the current state Of evolutions, count me out My hero died today And I should have seen it coming… 7. You Know So Well What did I say? What did I do? This view of mine will probably never fit in What did you say? What did you do? Oh, you know so well how I should succeed Please go Set things straight in your own pathetic world first Shut up and stay out of mine

8. Fuel

This is my st(h)atement

What won’t regress my motivation

Is my own reversion

Of the herds of know-it-alls

That seems to surround me daily

Setting fire to settled structures

The present order until there’s

No more now and here

Fear down the monuments

Burn their churches

I feed on you, you give me reason to

I love to despise

For the hope

A better day

Catalyst

I feed on the hate you sow

9. In Existence

Did the thought of seeking beyond the boundaries of our enclosing existence ever cross your mind?

We get a fix on

greed and consumption

trained into perfection

living an assumption

We are deceived in our loves, fights and motivations

I truly wish that we just could all see through the blinds

create your own existence

10. The Kids Shouldn't Be Playing With Fire

Integrity seems really hard to hold on to when integrity can be bought and sold

if you can't live up to your won set of values, why bother?

stop trying making up excuses, it's obvious you're willing to sell yourself out,

why even speak of politically awareness when the only policy is you

can't start a fire as long as the consequences won't outgrow the level of giving it a serious thought, oh no, imagine!!

this is your policy of me only suited up till here a policy of me only valid now and here tell me, tell me wait, nevermind your story, I bet it will fit into your pathetic little world, you've justified it all haven't you? kids shouldn't be playing with what they don't know how to handle, leave your policy at home, so it's there where I can burn it down 11. Tekila Step into a never ending circle that feels so familiar, never asking for a direction, lead me into your love this time, I just know it's for real this time. this is how you make me feel this time, not gonna let it go recognition this scene looks so familiar I've played thsi part before it's the one where I lost my lines the director shouted "cut" and I kept talking and even though I can't remember the words it must have been the right script and if you ever wondered why, I can't stop, can't get enough? I want you to feel, I want you to be here, feel your presence and I love to love you 12. Attitude Would it make a difference if you'd be born with your mouth stuffed? you talk so much it makes no sense at all just plain repetitions. waht have you got to add? an advertisement of something i'll never be a part in the name of shut up and play a culture of apathy fuck it, not afraid to say fuck it you won't save the day fuck it this must come really hard fuck it please tear us apart your interpretation of a so called open mind means nothing more but blind acceptance of a goal justifying the means, your attitude mistaken for an opinion. to me you're nothing but scared

13. Dead Men

What makes this anger grow

frustration building up inside of me

the inability of getting through to you

a blind acceptance of the role they assigned to you

have you ever wondered who told you what to do?

Dead men

A heart at twenty, a mere consumer at thirty, when did you stop feeling like you did?

your heart didn't stop beating, you didn't stop breathing, still it seems to me as if everything just quit

Such a sad story that's meant to be so unreal but the laughter remains rather dimm playing your role as I'm watching you sliding away. what's left?, your prospects, your future?

Anger builds inside of me, I wish I could light the fire, make you realize and live again.

I wish I set the world alight, make everyone see, hear and feel, I wish I could

14. Morning Wood

See me here

drowning in

some self created form of misery

Nothing else seems to matter at all, nothing of any relevance, will release me from here

hit me hard, then cut me deep, it might just hurt or put me to sleep

please last for another day, comforts me more than it should, gives me the relief, the need more than anything would

Caught up in self reflection, swallowed with appreciation

nothing else seems to matter at all but even I realize that I'll have to

Wake up

Nothing of any relevance matters here, self reflection, appreciation comforts me, then I'll wake up again

15. Utopia Dismantled

Life reduced to a concrete wish. Simplification of our wants and needs and eventually transformed into an ultimate attempt of forcing patterns upon us. Don't think we'll think for you. Satisfaction gained out of emptiness. Our homes as the imagination of the circle of demise we're in. Concrete = freedom. Trapped into a steel caged. Life's being decided for you.

Nevermind the wealth your bathing in, we'll turn it into mud for you, but don't fear, your smile never fades in this utopia especially build for you. You'll never see. You'll never realize

16. The Last Thing

Bless myself with this fucking gift of saying the right thing when it's need to be said.

So well thought, almost real, one day and I'll start believing it myself

Bless myself being so goddamn rational, so much sense when the damage is already done

And even though, I must say that it does make sense to me, it feels like shit

The last thing I ever wanted to hear that it's probably the best for the both of us

These words are me, I know but I swear I didn't have to use ‘em

These words are mine, I know but I hate it, them coming out of my mouth

A price I was more than willing to pay to keep me from drifting from you or me

17. Biela

Escucha!

Toca Biela

Viva la Biela

La Biela es nuestra vida!

(Listen up!

Play Biela

Long live Biela

Biela is our lives!)

18. Fall on Proverb (Unbroken Cover)

My hands are open

Can`t you see them being burned

This faith is the deepest

You could ask for what`s remembered

With the guilt wrapped around our necks

That`s right I just stopped what I didn`t start

I missed the chance that will never come

Better to regret what I have done

I`d give anything just to forget

A smile so worthwhile

But you can only rent it

My hands are open

19. Ons Land (Our Country)

Welvaartsstaat Nederland, ons knus cultuurtje, ons kikkerland

Toppunt van onnozelheid, alleen heet het hier gezelligheid

Met z'n allen voor de buis, kijken naar het koningshuis

Toppunt van onnozelheid, alleen heet her hier gezelligheid

We doen niet moeilijk, het hoort erbij, we kijken al uit naar de dag

Waar zij gaan, zullen wij staan, wapperend met orange vlag

We doen niet moeilijk, het hoort erbij, her huwelijk van de eeuw

Hoe kun je niet verlangen naar het wuiven van haar hand

De herinnering dat we leven, leven in een geweldig land.

(Welfare state Holland, our comfy little culture, our frogland

Pinnacle of silliness, except here it's called cosiness

Everybody in front of the box, watching the royal house

Pinnacle of silliness, except here it's called cosiness

We're not being difficult, it's all part of the game, we're looking forward for the way

Where they'll go, is where we'll stand, waving the orange flag

We're not being difficult, it's all part of the game, the wedding of the century

Where they'll go, is where we'll stand, proud as we are of the lion

How could you not long, for the waving of her hand

The reminder that we live, live in a wonderful land.)