#and my bestie jess wanted to share it so here it is

[transimailisa]

so long master kuea

[tikosblogg]

Okay but like….Best friend Noah, becoming all possessive over you, when a random dude stares at you a little too hard 😩❤️

Part Two Here

I was sat up on the kitchen counter, resting my head against the cabinets behind me, tucked into the corner. Noah stood to the side of me, leaning back against the counter top as a handful of friends stood in a relaxed half-circle around us, talking and sharing jokes. It felt intimate and safe, a little bubble of joy amidst the crowd of twirling bodies and laughter drifting through the open windows.

Jesse, with his animated expressions and hand gestures, had snagged everyone's attention with a story from an old touring mishap—something about a raccoon and a dumpster fire.

A gaze was fixed on me, unsettling in its intensity. At first, I glanced around, thinking it was just my imagination, but a quick sweep of the room brought my eyes to a guy I barely knew, standing awkwardly at the edge of the group. His attention was locked on my thighs, an unsettling hunger in his gaze, and my heart thudded with discomfort. I instinctively glanced down and realized my dress had ridden up more than I intended, revealing more skin than it was supposed to.

While keeping my composure, I shifted to adjust the fabric, tugging it down, but my mind began racing. Jesse’s story faded into a murmur as the weight of that stare pressed down on me. My pulse quickened, and in a moment of anxious fidgeting, I considered climbing off the counter entirely, but I didn't want to cause a scene or draw more attention.

I looked over to Noah to give some lame made up excuse to leave the group, until my words died in my throat. I noticed his eyes set in a hard stare to my left. The look on his face was serious, his stare cold. I slowly turned my head in the direction he was staring, to see him eyeing the guy, that was still currently, burning holes through my thighs. Noah suddenly stepping into the guys line of vision.

He moved in front of me, positioning himself between my thighs, his back facing me like a shield. The warmth of his body radiated towards me, and I felt an immediate sense of relief washing over me.

Noah leaned back, slightly into me my chest softly grazing his back, and turned to shoot the guy another cold, piercing stare that spoke volumes. My body shuddered at the sudden possessiveness Noah displayed toward me. His voice suddenly filled the air, making everyone around go silent. “Got a problem?” His voice was calm, but held an eerie edge to it.

Without a word, the guy took a step back, eyes wide, and then another step, shaking his head quickly retreating from the kitchen entirely. I let out a breath I hadn’t known I was holding, my shoulders finally relaxing as I leaned my forehead against Noah’s back in whispering a “thanks.” The tension slowly slipping away.

He turned his head slightly over his shoulder, revealing a small, reassuring smile. "No problem, sweetheart." he said, his voice steady and low. It sent a jolt of warmth through me, weaving a complicated mix of emotions in my chest. I knew Noah had my back, always—yet this was different. There was a possessiveness in that simple act, a reminder that I wasn't just a friend to him; I was treasured.

I tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear, glancing up at him with a sheepish grin, feeling the rush of camaraderie morphing into something deeper. As Jesse resumed his tale, I found myself fully in the moment again, but with a newfound warmth that lingered just a little stronger than before..

Instead of moving back to his spot next to me, Noah relaxed deeper into me, his back completely pressing against my chest. A delightful heat spread through me, igniting each nerve ending with that rush of adrenaline. I couldn’t help but feel a tingle of excitement at having him so close.

I knew it was wrong. To think of my best friend this way, the one I sought solace in during rough patches, the one who many people saw as just a bestie and nothing more. I shouldn’t be feeling this way about him. But as he laughed with the others, my heart raced at the thought that maybe I wasn’t the only one who felt the tension between us.

My thighs unconsciously tensed around his hips as I tried to ground myself against this newfound sensation—the thrill of intimacy wrapped up in friendship. He must have felt it too, because his laughter stuttered for a split second as his hand reached back. Slowly, reverently, his large hand slid down the side of my thigh, making me shiver from the touch. His fingers were warm, gentle, but there was an underlying strength in his hold, like he could both protect and consume me if he chose.

I swallowed hard, my breath hitching in my throat as his hand traveled further, down my calf, until his fingers lightly but deliberately wrapped around my ankle. It was an entirely innocent gesture, maybe, but it sent fireworks through me. I could feel his heartbeat against my chest, steady and alive, matching the rapid beat of my own heart in a chorus of tension.

Noah turned slightly, just enough that I could see the smirk gracing his lips, that perfect smile deepening. "What's the matter?" he teased, his voice low and playful, not quite matching the serious tension in the air around us.

My pulse quickened further. Did he notice the way I was feeling? Was he teasing, or was there an underlying truth to his words? “N-nothing,” I replied, trying to maintain a facade of calm while my insides twisted with a mixture of desire and uncertainty.

His fingers tightened slightly around my ankle, and in that moment, the laughter of our friends faded away until it was just the two of us—the space around us pulsing with unspoken words and hidden truths. The air felt charged, electric with what lay between us, each heartbeat echoing a question that had lingered unspoken for far too long.

I finally said fuck it, and leaned in slightly closer, pressing my lips to the edge of his shoulder, feeling him stiffen just slightly at the unexpected contact. The initial shock was quickly replaced by more tension, and I could almost feel the struggle within him as I watched the playful spark in his eyes change into something deeper. Something more.

“You should be reeaal careful,” he murmured, barely above a whisper, his eyes locking onto mine with fierce intensity. All I could see or focus on was him.

I felt a rush of confidence, emboldened by the heat of our connection. “Or what?.”

[yokakaiju]

i got bored and made a tierlist based off who smokes the most weed

justifications under cut

so like i made this cause its funny first and foremost, but i did put like somewhat actual thought into this. not much, but synapses were firing in my brain putting this together

also im not tagging everyone, ill just like pick 2 or whatevs

okay so first up is chidaruma. dude prolly invented weed ngl. you know he's smoked everyway imaginable: blunt, pipe, bong, can, apple, vape, synthesized, edible, hotbox, blower; you name it, he's done it. he's kinda over it, but he's still up there just cause like... idk he is and won't take criticism

haru is a beautiful weed smoking gf thats literally it

13's entire schedule is probably wake up, smoke, jerk off, sleep, eat, smoke, jerk off, eat, smoke, repeat. he also would probably kin jesse pinkman

ton is a bitch and smokes all the cross-eye commanders weed. like they'll save up for MONTHS to get like 5oz (one for each of them :3) and he'll be like, "woah! a bag of weed!" and smoke it ALLLLLL in like an hour. he's like a truffle pig for weed, they can try to hide it but his ass always finds it and smokes it all. he would prolly also call it za or skunk or some shit like that

ebisu isn't quite in the high 24/7 catagory, but she could be. dawg loves weed, like she is also 100% a fucking master at rolling blunts she rivals chidaruma at it. rolling blunts is like a sport for her tbh

aikawa's gotta cope dawg. like if he aint at school or currently being possed by demons his ass is smokin that shit bruh he needs a minute to chill. also he's got crazy money (kai's money but shhh) so he might as well spend it on his pookie <3 (risu)

noi may be controversial being up so high, but hear me out. weed smoking gf? i think yes B) mogs at you

asuka also has to cope, but its cause shes a blackpilled femcel (her own words i stg)

chota would smoke, but he hates the smell and doesn't want it to ruin his clothes and shit. he prolly wears like silk gowns and dances around to madonna while trippin off like 10g. he's livin the life tbh

OKAY HEAR ME OUT HEAR ME OUT HEAR ME OUT johnston. fucking johnston is only i repeat ONLY UP HERE‼️ because kasukabe gives him those little non thc thc pills people give to dogs with anxiety and agression issues to keep him calm

poor dokuga cant share with his besties so he's been condemed to eating edibles alone... also smoking/inhaling smoke makes him drool a bit so like a bit deadly for everyone around him to even try. i like, debated on putting him in never, but tetsujo prolly cooks smth up for him so he doesn't feel left out <3

natsuki is only at the top of sometimes because she probably would more if she had money. also she sucks in a blunt rotation cause her ass ALWAYS WITHOUT FAIL tries to hold it in and always coughs like a mfer and taps out after like one hit

vaux just makes sense. he looks like an average 30-40smth nu metal oldhead, theres no way he DOESNT smoke at least a little. id put him in 100% but he's also a fairly responsible doctor so liek idk

kasukabe doesnt as much anymore, mostly only when he's with haru, but he still does sometimes for funsies cause he's just chiil like that :3

tetsujo doesn't thattt much cause it fucks with his already dog shit depth perception super bad, but sometimes if ton or the others dont find it he shares it with dokuga and they like yuri pose and eat edibles together or smth idk

ik kaiman is gonna be controversial being so low, but listen. 1) his ass is too focused on socerers and shit to care 2) he's dirt poor. he simply cannot afford it 3) how tf is he gonna smoke with no lips? that blunt would just get chewed to shit. like genuinely he would maybe get one singular edible if nikaido or vaux were feeling nice, but other than that its like, idk almost never for him

i would but shin in never, but ik noi is like "boss!!!! come take hits off this bong with me!! its gonna be so sick omg you HAVE to come smoke with me RN!!!!" and he'd be like "sighhhhhh... anything for my weed smoking gf ig..."

ushishimada is only so low cause i feel like he's too mothery to smoke a lot? like, he's too responsible, but not responsible enough to outright say no. also they're poor asf and ton always smokes it all

fukuyama would get his ass kicked by tanba if he found out, but ik dawgs gotta take a load off sometimes tbh

now again, controversial take but i have reasons. risu is so fucking poor. like, genuinely he is too worried about his tuition, bills, and groceries to give af about it (also cause aikawa is a bitch and makes him pay for everything cause "i forgot my wallet oopsie :3c"). now aikawa does supply him tho and he hooks him up with the primo shit ong. so at least when he does smoke he smokes that good shit (also they yuri pose as well while they smoke)

again, saji is too mommy to smoke that much weed (also another case of being too poor). bro doesn't want his clothes and needlework to smell like shit, which i respect

ai 100% would if his ass wasnt so busy with his damn self expiramentation bs. like, he wants to smoke so bad tbh, but he's like "sigh i gotta work on my plans to rebuild my body from the ground up.. maybe tomorrow" stares longingly out the window imagining how cool smoking weed is

again, kai's over here fuckin "i have to go to work" like he genuinely just doesn't care or have time. he's never even thought about it tbh, like you're tellin me this mfer has had a single thought outside of total domination in his entire existance??? HELL NAH HIS ASS DOES NOT THINK HE HAS ZERO THOUGHTS IN HIS HEAD I STG

now this may also be controversial. why isn't by beautiful coquette cottagecore angelcore babe out there rolling and smoking the fattest blunts known to man? turkey just like doesnt feel it. its not for her tbh. she tried smoking, she tried edibles. she just wasnt a fan tbh. like, she'll cook up some of the tastiest edibles you've ever had if you ask, but she just aint a fan

kirion also just doesn't feel it tbh. again, its not for her and thats alright

wow surprise surprise another controversial take. like, before you get mad just think abt it for a sec. like, she's so fucking business first and always has been that i think she would just see it as a major hinderance on her job performance, as well as the performance of her employees later down the line. now im not saying she's a narc or hardass about it, im saying she just doesn't feel it. the high she gets from people enjoying her food and making money is enough for her tbh. also she does do edibles sometimes, but mostly like when it rains in hole to make it a little less miserable and painful

en is about the same. like, he def has. he's just like, idk. he doesnt wanna. its not for him anymore. he doesn't care if anyone in the family does it, but they better not sacrifice the quality of their work for it. like if he catches you high on the job its prolly like some sort of repremanding, but off the clock he dont gaf

genuinely copy paste nikaidos shit for tanba. he's too worried about his business to even consider smoking weed

now... kawajiri is a fucking narc and a half. his ass would be like "erm ☝️🤓 well actually" and then give a big long speech about how weed is bad blah blah blah whatever no one cares dawg stop fuckin yappin. but like, he's just pissed cause no one will smoke with him or share their weed with him cause he's such a hardass

fujita is kinda weed smoking gf coded, but like ik his ass would be like "EN! EN! I SAW EBISU SMOKING A BLUNT THE SIZE OF HER OWN FOREARM AND TRYING TO SHARE IT WITH KIKURAGE!!! YOU NEED TO STOP HER RN!!!!" but hes only like this cause when he was in a blunt roation with shin, noi, and ebisu they all told him holding it in made you higher, but he ended up puking and they all laughed at him and made fun of him for it because hes a fucking idiot. so now he's an evil little narc who squeals to en when he even catches a whiff of a skunk like scent

curse is a bitch and ik his ass is like "RAAAHHHH‼️ I GOTTA GO KILL THE CROSS-EYES BOSS RAHHH‼️ I NEED TO SEEK REVENEGE FOR MY MURDER RAHHHHHH‼️" like dawg chill tf out be so real rn. he's too focused on revenge and shit to smoke and like, i think if he did smoke and kai also smoked they'd have beautiful hot sexy yaoi, thats just me tho

oh my god shou is such a bitch about it. like sure kawajiri gives lectures about the "scary true reality of weed" and fujita is a narc, but this guy. oh my god this mfer. THIS IS THE REAL REASON EVERYONE FORGOT ABOUT HIM ITS CAUSE THEY KNOW HIS ASS IS GONNA WHINE AND BITCH AND MAKE YOU GO TO LIKE AA OR NA OR WHATEVER FOR IT!!!! HE'LL START CALLIN YOI AND ADDICT AND SAYIN ITS A GATEWAY AND SHIT AND HOW THE DEVILS WILL IMMEDIATLY DRAG YOI TO HELL AND TORTURE YOU FOREVER IF YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT IT OH MY BALLS

kikurage is literally just a dog dawg. her ass dont even know what weed is

store crow mauler is like... idk man. idk how it would smoke weed or if it even knows or cares what weed is. whatever, its kinds like a pet so whatevs

[lesbianslvt666]

road trip pt4

pt1. pt2. pt3. pt5.

College au!

Mean! athlete!Ellie x trying to stand up for herself! Kind of an art major?(f)reader lmao

MINORS DNI!!!!!!!

Synopsis: Ellie and you are roommates in your shared dorm, both in different majors, you ever see each other when it comes to be at the dorm, on parties or with Dina, your shared best friend. At first Ellie was nice, always kept to herself but never mean, until she got her first college girlfriend, everyone keep telling you how much she looked like you, including Dina. So when Ellie "cheated" on her ex, her reputation went from friendly reserved football player, to fuck girl, "I got all the girls" asshole, or so it seemed to you…

Cw: kissing (gasps), mentions of saliva~. A LOT of swearing lol, Some angst. I don’t know what else lol, descriptions of nudity I guess, cannot remember if this has smut but I don’t think  so.

Well, tbh I wasn’t going to continue road trip, I was losing all motivation, however, something stressful happened, and to distract myself I tent to write, so…  (nothing to worry about anymore, I am just a bit mad.)

might some angst be here, or not, we would both discovered that lmao

Tw: this shit is so fucking bad, like I fr hate this so fucking much, the plot I originally had planned for the angst got deleted when my fucking stupid phone died and I didn’t saved it, I remembered some shit but I didn’t realized it got lost until like two days ago so we are here now.

The tinted sun light that went in from the small dot in between the heavy drapes of the ban got brighter and brighter as I became more conscious of it, I also became more conscious of my body, tangled in between the sheets, my feet and legs touching hers.

My hair falling to the opposite side, while her shorter hair tickled me a bit, she was nuzzling her face in my neck while holding with both hands my waist.

I felt her calm and sweet breath, how her body raised and rose quietly, however, I felt someone else's breath fanning over my face, which make me wake up instantly.

My eyes pilled open, the hand that was wrapped loosely around Ellie moved to my mouth, my body jumping off the embrace, hitting my head in the back board on the process.

"what the fuck!" Dinas eyes were open so impossibly big that they might as well gouch out of their sockets, I was too busy massaging my head with a groan to realized that I was still naked from last night, and so was Ellie.

"yall shut up, I am too tired…" Ellies voice was raspy and silky, drawing both our attentions to her, my eyes opened big, my stomach flipping upside down, I looked down to myself, putting the duvet up my breast to cover them.

"yall fucked last night?!" she started to walk from side to side, her giggles going dry and stopping to see us for a moment, giving Ellie and I a flick to the head "what's that for, fuck!" my head was still pounding from earlier, how dare she

"fuck you guys! Jesse and I haven't fuck to not make yall uncomfortable, and yall going all porno out here!"  her eyes squint at us, I felt kind of naked under her gaze, I looked down, to where Ellie was, she was now propped in her elbows, still resting, the cover falling from her breast, the warm sunlight from outside making her look so beautiful, she was so relaxed at what was happening.

at that moment she looked up at me, covering myself, she give a light smile and rode up, brushing her hand from my arm down to my leg, hugging with both her toned arms my calve, placing her beautiful head on my lap, looking back at Dina.

 "my bad peach, I couldn’t help myself, your bestie is just too hot" her body so relaxed, almost sleeping again. My heart felt heavy on my chest, my own body stiffing. she can't just do this to me, acting like we just hooked up and everything is fine, and she doesn’t has feelings for me. cause she doesn’t…

I mean she has every queer women at her feet, cause she can just screw however she wants, for she is The Ellie Williams for fucks sake…

Yeah it hurts, that she can never be mine, although, I can't deny last night was just too good, too fun, that even though her sweet words got to my head, and wrapped around my heart, the way she told me she's been waiting long enough to "make me feel good" how much she imagined how I taste or how I feel. How much she missed my lips…

"well, where are we going from here ladies?" Jesse opened the door, his nonchalant walk, taking a cup of water, like Ellie and I weren't naked beside him, he looked back at the three of us after he didn’t hear no reply.

realizing the situation at hand, his eyes squint and the loudest laugh ever went out of his chest, ripping hard from withing, his arm pointed out towards Dina, trying too hard to calm down his steric laughter "baby girl, you owe me 50 dollars!" he said in between laughs.

"yall bet on us?" Ellies eyebrow raised at them "it was Dinas idea, she said that you two would wait for a week. I guessed you would be all over each other in the first fucking night." his voice muffling more and more as he entered the bathroom, not even bothering to close the door, the sound of him pissing and then washing his hands made me realized that maybe, I didn't wanted to ruined this. having Ellie, having them, all the trust that we had on each other, almost reading each other minds.

Felt so good the dynamic that we had, maybe having something just casual with Ellie wasn’t that bad, maybe that is the only way I could "be" with her.

Maybe I just needed to loosen up and have fun…

After a deliberate amount of time, we ended up going out for breakfast. "well we are kind of close to crystal springs!" Dina was so animate about it "it's so pretty YN, you could maybe get some inspo for a painting there or something, pull out a Monet!" he eyes so bright, her hands clasping together in front of her, resting between her shoulder and her dazzling smiled face.

And with that being said, we walked all the way there. Dina and Ellie were at front, they were talking about the place and how Dina was too excited, "are you going to tell her?" Jesse whispered, "what do you mean?" my eyes flew to my hands, my shoes looking extremely interesting out of nowhere.

"oh, don’t play silly with me bug, you like Shrek" his hand pointing at Ellie, who was wearing a white tank top, some khaki pants and a brown flannel that was unbuttoned, the obnoxious laugh I let out made both Dina and Ellie look back at us, my body going slightly forward, my right hand holding my stomach, the other whipping the tears that followed.

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"tell me how to pose now!" Dina was standing in a rock, it's been already two hours and I keep taking pics of her everywhere. I  look at her, squinting my eyes, trying to imagine a pose for her now, I move my hand signalling for her to copy me, placing one leg in front of the other, slightly tilting to the side and lazily razing both my arms over my head, my short skirt riding up a bit while my flowy shirt was dancing with the wind.

"Dina, why not let YN to pose for that pic" Ellie didn’t let Dina respond, for she was already lacing the camera with her long slender fingers, tracing over my own hand and getting a bit too close to me. "it's your time to shine hot stuff" before I said anything Ellie shoot a wink to Dina and smack "playfully" my ass with her tatted hand.

One, two, three… five… six… twenty… thirty, I don’t know how many pictures Ellie took of me but she wouldn’t stop, both Dina and Jesse started to walk ahead, living us behind on every spot Ellie want to snap me from.

"it might me your time to be photographed", I said standing from the rock I was sitting down. "I don’t know princess I am pretty comfortable being the one who take your pics." her bright smile and relaxed figure was so alluring, I placed my hand on my back pocket where my phone laid, taking it out and snapping her pictures without her noticing, so naturally beautiful like always.

When we turned back to the ban, was Ellies time to drive us, so naturally I followed her to be the passenger "princess" as Ellie keep jokingly calling me.

"so princess, your job is to, one. Check the google maps, two, pass me the cigs and three but most importantly, play the music, I trust you with that one, your taste in music is one of your best futures doll." her wink pooling in between my thighs.

As soon as she ignite the engine, I lit a cig placing it between my lips and giving it the first puff, passing it to Ellie, touching her lips on the process, she hummed at me, instinctively following my hand with her head.

Her hand fell to my thigh, squeezing once in a while, making it hard for me to concentrate on anything, including the map, nevertheless, we did found the restaurant Dina wanted to dine at.

"so, I was thinking, beach tomorrow, all day!" Dina was moving so much while munching on her fries, I tried too hard to speak, but the way Ellies hands softly went over the skin of my thigh gave me very distracting goosebumps, I could only concentrate on the feeling she was giving me.

the pent up feelings form earlier, and honestly from the past year were pooling, drooling even on my core, Dina kept on talking about what beach we could go, but oh, how good it felt, the way Ellies hand was going up, and up, my inner thigh tingling every inch she caressed, I shivered.

But she didn’t do anything about it, as soon as we entered the ban she drove to the parking spot, closed everything and went straight to sleeping, keeping herself on her side, fuck… "Ellie… Ellie, you awake?" my hand moved to her shoulder rocking her slightly to wake her up gently. But she didn’t, she just groaned and snuggled more, giving me only a view of her back.

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"mmmhh…" my body, completely melted on the cushions, so comfortable, that not even the light entering the windows could've woke me up, the music, foggy from my sleepy state, however, the reason I wasn’t sleep was kissing me all over the face, lowering to my neck, all the way too my arms and tikling my tummy.

"fuck Ellie, let me sleep…"I elongated the e, trying to plead even though I was too tired to speak. "no sweet peach, we arrived to the beach!" Dina finished waking me up from her scream. "she was too insane last night that I woke up earlier to drive us here…" I looked up at Jesse, his face tired, he was already in his swim wear.

Dina went out of the room, wearing a pretty sundress and her green bikini underneath. Ellie stood up, helping me to do so, "I'll take the bathroom you take the room."

I walked to the cabinets where my clothes laid, taking my time choosing which one I liked the most. "oh! Yes, yes! That one, oh my god! I love how that one looks on you!" Dina was now behind me grabbing me by my shoulders and shaking me slightly, the orange bikini hanging from my fingers, threatening to fall, Dina had gifted me this in my last birthday, Ellie had planned for it to be at Joel's, he had a big pool and they thought a pool party was the go to for it.

I haven't wore it since then… "I, I don’t know Dina…" I couldn’t think of an excuse not to wear it, however Dina was already shoving me to the bedroom. I guess it isn't that deep anymore…

The burned orange colour contrasted against my skin, making me glow, my hair flowing wildly from my head, I put on my favourite pair of neckless, adorning my neck that was a bit revealing by the low cut on my cleavage, filling a bit exposed out of nowhere, I placed a flare wrap around my hips, covering a bit without taking away from the beautiful bikini, I finished by putting my brown sandals on, placing my towel on my inner arm.

did  I look even hotter than a year ago? Yes.

Am I more confident than last time I wore this? Probably.

Was I ready to let Ellie see me with it? It didn’t really matter, because as I was looking at myself, she opened the door.

"hey, we have to get going, Dina wants to buy drinks too so…" while rambling around she finally got to see me. Her eyes scanned at first my whole body, "we have to go" her face changed, I couldn’t exactly recognize what she was feeling, her whole body stiffened, oh she remembered…

Walking to the beach wasn’t an easy task, the road there was fine, however, the way Ellie absolutely avoided me… ignored me… crap, I was getting mad, we were almost shoulder to shoulder.

"so have you come to this beach before?" stupid question much? she looked down to her shoes, looking back up, searching for Dina, and as if didn't spoke at all. It wasn’t my most clever question but that was mean. she walked up to her, talking like nothing happened.

"well, this is painful to watch" Jesse, now taking Ellies place from before said, kind of loud, trying to get Ellie to hear. "I don’t know what's up with her, everything was fine this morning…" my hands flew to my face, I groaned looking up at the sky and shoving my feet, feeling like I was heavier with all the thoughts I was having. "shit Jesse!, she woke me up with kisses, what the fuck!?"

"LOOK GUYS, THE DUDE WITH THE HELLO KITTY BEERS!" Dina pointed at this dude that was sitting in a makeshift stand, large glasses with a hello kitty shape stood in bright colours. "the drinks are called ""micheladas"" love." it was Jesse's time to speak, while walking faster to catch up to Dina.

after getting our drinks and making our sitting area on the sand, Dina and Jesse ran to the beach, splashing each other, Ellie, by the other hand, sat down lighting up a cigarette.

"I don’t know what I did, or why the fuck you are avoiding me, but don’t you think we will enjoy this day more if we could fix this?"

My question made Ellie roll her eyes, still looking towards the love birds, I still can't figure out her expression, the pit on my stomach building up, as I sat down beside her, enough space to not scare her off, I didn’t wanted her to leave, again.

"you know what you are doing." she looked at me again. "not the fuck I don’t. cause you won't fucking tell me!" I was now racing my voice, trembling a bit.

"fuck you, I won't be the one saying it…" her face falling, her voice little, almost lost it if I wasn’t paying full attention to her.

"is it because of what happened at my last birthday?"

she looked back at me, her brows furrowed, her eyes burned me, the weight of that night heavy on my shoulders like when it happened.

"shit! Let me help you with it"

Ellies voice lingered all over my thoughts, almost as much as her touch did on my body, I accidentally made a small cut on my finger while we were cutting some fruit for us.

people  outside were drinking, smoking, partying, swimming.

Joel? Nowhere to be found.

Ellie says that maybe he was with this chick named Tess…

"come, I have something for that upstairs"

she guided me towards her old room, roaming around the bathroom, I sat down on her bed, checking down on the cut, a bit nastier than I thought, for the blood kept on spilling.

"here!" she took a big first aid kit with her, placing it on the bd beside me, and kneeling right in front of the soles of my feet.

"why such a big aid?"

when I asked that she let out a small chuckle, placing some antiseptic in a cotton pad, preparing the wound for the next steps.

"I use to skate a lot when I lived here, also playing football leaves you with very nasty slashes."

her laugh coming to an abrupt end when she saw my scrunched face, "yeah it's going to hurt, but we are almost over."

she finished very fast, placing my hand back to my lap but never taking her own off.

"you know YN, you are the most incredible, most beautiful person I've ever met…"

her eyes trailing all over me, her fingers making patterns on my thighs, I looked down to her lips, so puffy, pink and plush, the scent of her cologne radiating with the faint smell of the spf.

the last sun rays making her beautiful green eyes shimmer lightly,  if it wasn’t now, it was never going to be, so I kissed her.

I was afraid of doing so, I didn’t knew if this was alright, I dint knew if she wanted this, but when her hand came right to the small of my back, holding me closer to her, I calmed down, I melted in her touch, in a bit she straddle me, moving from being kneeled on the floor, her thighs on each side of my legs, the kiss too heated.

"you"

Kiss

"look"

Kiss

"fantastic with this bikini"

Kiss

Her words between kisses came with her hands squeezing and touching all over me.

her open lips gave me access to let my tongue in her mouth, her warm saliva mixing with mine.

Slowly and while kissing we shifted further into the bed, tops falling off our bodies and hands massaging and touching everywhere we could.

That’s when Joel appeared.

Bursting the door down.

"Kiddo, you promised me no drugs, and what I smell when I open the door? Weed!" his voice came to a stop when he saw us, shifting under the blankets trying to hide form Joel.

"I am so sorry Joel, my fault really, this was all a mistake…" I was so scared I ran out the door, putting on back my bikini.

Her kisses and her touches clouding my mind, I was so embarrassed cause I was the one that got the weed for them.

Even though I knew it was the only rule Joel gave.

"come on Ellie, I was basically a child, was scared Joel would call the cops on me"

Her face came to look at me, warm red blood pooling on her, her anger creating so much pressure that she felt her eyes become glossy.

"fuck you, you told me it was all a mistake"

Her voice razing a bit more with every words.

"I called you a hundred times after that and you ignored me. Hell, you crashed with your friends to not look at me!" her brows furrowed, knuckles white.

"I was embarrassed Ellie, I was scared okay? I was fucking eighteen and I was shitting my pants thinking Joel knew!" her face went sour, confusion clouding her mind

"what the actual fuck are you even talking about?!" her lip curling up in disgust.

"the fucking weed Ellie! I thought Joel hated me! I was fucking panicking thinking the fucking FBI was behind my ass! Thought you hated me for making Joel scream at you!" her confusion louder, words not making sense.

"why- what?" her voice lower, trying to understand what you were referring to.

"fucking hell Ellie, I took the weed AND Xanax to the party!" her eyes opening wide.

Her lough resonated miles away into the fucking ocean, tears streaming down her eyes powered by the comedy of it all.

"wait- and, and then… why the fuck you hated me?" her hand falling to her stomach, the pain growing with how fucking funny she found your eighteen year old fear.

"fuck Ellie" it was your turn to be mad, how fucking dare she ask?

"you fucking make sure to make my life a living hell after I came back!" your eyes narrowing to her form. Face stern.

"you slept with every girl ever, I thought you were the one who played with me!" your finger harshly crashing to your chest pointing at your growing pain, remembering how you came back to Ellie making out to another girl.

And since then, almost every night was like that.

pt1. pt2. pt3. pt5.

[jerzwriter]

Hello Everyone!

First, I want to say thank you to everyone because... we still have a fandom! When I participated in this event in 2021, many wondered if we'd still be here in 2022. Then, in 2022, I really didn't think we'd make it to 2023, but look at us! We may be small and imperfect, but I am happy to still have each of you to share my crazy hyperfixations with!

I always get stressed out with these events because I'm sure I'll leave someone out, and it's not my intent (I just have wicked ADHD!) I will have more shoutouts to make after work later today, but I didn't want to go to bed tonight without sharing a little love for some of my supporters throughout this past year. You have no idea how much I appreciate you taking the time to read, comment, and give feedback on my silly fics.

Some of us may talk more than others, but trust me, you're always seen and always appreciated. There are so many of you, but thanks to @differenttyphoonwerewolf, @onikalover, @tessa-liam, @sophxwithers, @kingliam2019, @custaroonie, @headoverheelsforramsey, @parisa-kh, @youlookappropriate, @kyra75, @delmissesryanandcassi, @renvconta19, @peonierose @trappedinfanfiction, @kyra75 your ongoing support means more than you know!

@quixoticdreamer16 - my baseball buddy and one of the most supportive people, I'm so glad you're here! So glad you're a friend!

@secretaryunpaid - thank you for your unbelievable support from day one. The way you go out of your way to comment and create beautiful gifs for me and others is a testament to how thoughtful you are. But as much as I appreciate your support, I appreciate your friendship and the laughs we've shared 1000 more (and the lusting over Jesse, but that's another story!) You're one in a million, and I'm so glad this place brought us together.

To @liaromancewriter, @potionsprefect, @coffeeheartaddict2, @cariantha @genevievemd @lucy-268 and @jamespotterthefirst... the OH DIEHARDS MAN lol Thank you for your friendship, for always showing love - to me and so many others. I'm so glad you're still here (even though some of you are a little less), and we're still on this crazy journey in this whacky place together. And, considering y'all are Ethan girlies, I feel like I need to promise to wrap 2 series up before year-end for ya! lol

@inlocusmads You bring something special to this place, and I hope you know that. Thank you for your support - I love that you love my crazy Tobias and Casey - and when I started writing CoP this year, your feedback and encouragement meant the world to me. You are the OG CoP master! I remember when you were convincing me I could handle reading it, and I should have listened to you sooner! Oh, and thank you for loving my Casey and Jessica! I know they are beyond unpopular, but I love them, and having someone else who does too is just...asdfddf! I have your ask, and I'll have that done by the week's end - thanks so much, Mads!

Speaking of CoP, it was a real gamble when I decided to write for the incomparable Trystan Thorne this year. Given that our fandom is not always... nice... it was so scary. But some of you provided such kind feedback. It really encouraged me to keep going, and I'm so glad I did. I love the story, and I love us sharing it together. Thank you @starsarewithinme @moominofthevalley @aces-and-angels @brycesgirl @ao719 and @shadyinternetblizzard , and OMG, I know I'm forgetting someone here, and when it's not 1:20 AM and I'm not exhausted I'll remember correct that! lol, But seriously, thank you!

To @missameliep - I miss you, my cappy friend - but thank you for always geeking out with me over WTD. I know you're not on much these days, but you're still appreciated, and I'll never see a capybara and not think of you! lol

To @mydemonsdrivealimo, OMG, the way you've inspired me with T/C this year. You have no idea. I appreciate your support for them and Casey and Jess so much. I hope you know that! Casey could not possibly have better besties - and I cannot wait to explore more with all of our little idiots - that ice skating thing MUST happen soon!

To @storyofmychoices and @lilyoffandoms, I have much more to say to you later, but for now, I just want to thank you for loving T&C and for the crazy little world we've created with our little nut jobs. Lily, when you wrote that first drabble, who knew it would lead to kidnapping my girl! lol But I'm so glad it did! I know Tobias wasn't even an LI (as many an anon has pointed out! lol), and it was never a popular pairing, that makes your love for those guys mean even more to me. THANK YOU!

OK now I do have a lot more love I want to give - and I will later today - because right now, if I don't show my pillow some love, my boss will have it out for me later! lol

Love to you all!

Elsa

@choicesfandomappreciation

[matchibee]

A Web of Their Own Design (pt. 4)

i pinky promise this is meant to thicken the plot just trust me besties, trust me.

tw: talk of death, grieving

The wristband itched as it kept you together, hardly fashionable, deadly uncomfortable. It would act as your escape to different dimensions, a guide, the multiverse entirely at your disposal -- within the parameters discussed by Jess and Miguel, but yours to conquer nonetheless.

Following the conclusion of your visit they'd sent you back to your world, instructing you to report upon prospective anomalies. The detector embedded within your watch would alert you, displaying everything you needed to know —inter-dimensional travel, communication, information — the multiverse was at your fingertips, bound to your wrist.

The multicolored watch wasn’t the only thing bound to the multiverse. Your friendship alongside Aubrey and Alador bound to ruin, oblivion. You hadn't realized how much time had spanned in the moments between Doc Ock's attack and Miguel's recruitment, but as you zipped through the portal only to find the sun steadily setting, you knew you'd fucked up.

There was no coming back from this, was there?

Perhaps if you’d refused, denied Miguel and his accomplices of your services, you’d have kept your promise.

Your universe — no — the multiverse, had a funny habit of stretching you thin.

"Where have you been?" Aubrey was at the door to your trio’s shared apartment, arms crossed over her chest. She looked entirely exhausted, under eyes sagged and makeup smudged in various parts of her face. But her deflation didn’t stem from the day's events.

Aubrey was exhausted with you.

"I..." You couldn't come up with an excuse quick enough, refusing to look into her eyes, fishing for the keys to your apartment and unlocking the door — why hadn't she unlocked the door?

"I'm leaving my key here," She was indignant in her speaking, a hint of hesitance but she masked it well, "I can't do this anyone."

You swallowed the lump in your throat, dropping your bag at the apartment’s entrance, frozen in place. "…Will Al be leaving, too?"

"That's your question?" Aubrey scoffed in disbelief, raking her hands down her face, and it was only then you noticed the mascara that lined her cheeks. "I tell you I'm moving out, abandoning our friendship, and all you want to know is if Alador is doing the same?"

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, "What else do you want me to do? I can't stop you from making your decision, it isn't my place."

"Isn't your... How is this not your place?" Is it so much to ask of you to fight for once." Her hair forfeited its typically smoothed appearance, frizzed under her unrelenting grasp, "For once in your life can't you fight for what you believe in? Fight for the people you love instead of abandoning them on a whim — at the drop of a hat!"

"I fight everyday!" You slammed the apartment door shut, realizing now you'd been standing in the doorway, Aubrey well inside, neighbors likely terrified by the disruption. "Everyday I fight for you, Alador, my family — the people of this city and the people of this universe." You kick your bag clear from your path, uncaring of its contents, though it was something you'd come to regret further down the line. "I don't mean to..." You held your hand to your chest, "I don't mean to slam things and raise my voice but... You have no idea what I do when I'm not with you, not here."

"Then tell me."

"Aubrey."

"Tell me what's so important you can't be around us!" She threw up her hands in surrender, confining herself to the loveseat situated in the sitting area. "Tell me what's so important you couldn't be there for Alador! Tell me what's so important you couldn't be there when he died!"

Tension was thick in the air, Aubrey sobbing into her knees, her tears the only sound that could be heard for miles, enhanced senses be damned. Slowly, mindlessly, you dropped to your knees. "He didn't... He couldn't have..."

"Internal bleeding," Aubrey said through sobs, "He had internal bleeding that went unchecked because the help you supposedly called for never arrived." She was less screaming and more reminiscing, remembering, suffering through the pain as though trapped in a perpetual loop. You could see it in her eyes, see it in the way she carried herself, the way she held herself tightly as though embracing him for a final time. "By the time we got him to the hospital he was too weak for any treatment, lost far too much blood for even the most invasive transfusions to remedy."

Your friend had bled out while you made new experiences, met people from across the multiverse. In your exploration of the vast he explored the infinite, confined to the universe through death. Linked to you, to the multiverse, the spiderverse.

Alador would always be a part of you, in life and death, forever entrapped within your web of lies.

"Do you want to know what the last thing he said was?"

No, you didn't. you couldn't.

You weren't ready, you weren't sure you would ever be ready to know what he had to say as he took his final breath, spoke his final piece. "I can't... I'm not ready."

Aubrey scoffed, "And you think I was ready for him to die?"

You couldn't help it if she had a point, no matter how deeply it hurt you, rooted itself into your subconscious. "The last thing... He told me to tell you he loved you. With all his heart he loved you and he knows that whatever you go on to do, you'll do great — you always do the right thing."

You felt overwhelming shame, unable to respond through your tears, through the hiccups that burned your throat with their violence.

"He also told me you get his PC, just like he promised… Since he doesn't trust I'd take care of it."

You laughed then, despite how difficultly you'd fought with your body, you allowed yourself to erupt into a fit of laughter. Aubrey joined you, though the noises were laced with tears shed through loss. "Only he would think of his PC in his final moments..." You smiled, his face vivid in your mind, at least thankful you could remember him in good health.

Aubrey couldn't say the same. "Only Alador would think of someone who abandoned him in his final moments."

Ouch. That one stung. Perhaps you were deserving of it, perhaps it were true, but that hadn't meant she had to bring it to the front of your mind, remind you of mistakes made in your most vulnerable moments. It was difficult to think of everyone simultaneously — family, friends, strangers and even yourself, though that member always seemed placed on the back burner. Decisions had to be made, lines drawn, no matter how badly you yearned for it not to be true.

How you yearned for Miguel to be incorrect in his disciplines.

If you'd stayed, you ran the risk of an anomaly appearing, one that proved too much for you. What if the other spiders hadn't shown up like they had this time? What damages would the city have taken, who else would you have lost besides Alador?

At least this way you knew everyone would be safe from this point forward, safer than they could've been prior.

All it took was a sacrifice.

All it took was a canon event.

It hadn't seemed like it at the time, hadn't seemed like something capable of occurring. Every Spider went through this, every Spider knew what it meant to lose something close to them.

You saw it in Miguel's universe, heard it fall from his lips.

Yet, somewhere down the line, you'd hoped you were exempt.

Suppose the Multiverse wasn't that merciful.

"I don't want to leave," Aubrey finally spoke up, finally transparent in her thought process, "I don't want to leave but I don't... I can't bring myself to look at you without seething — I see red, I'm blinded with rage."

You nodded in understanding, hearing her out, confined to nothing more.

"And yet... I can't bring myself to throw away our friendship, not like that." Aubrey rose to her feet, looking down at you wordlessly, pondering what she had to say before she said it, always the analytic. "I just need to know why you left, why you weren't there."

Would you be capable of telling her? Would you be capable of revealing yourself to Aubrey? Endangering her, your family, your identity.

"Aubrey..."

"Don't."

"You know I can't."

"Then I can't be friends with you... Not now."

"I understand."

You had to watch her leave, confining yourself to your sitting room, incapable of anything else. Wishing to never be capable of anything else.

In less than a twenty-four hour period you’d learned so much, lost even more. A trade-off, information for inclination. How cruel, unfair. How badly you wanted to scream, hide away without ever returning to the light.

You convinced yourself you could, knees to your chest as you stared blankly to the closed door, the door Aubrey had accidentally slammed in an effort to get away from you — far, far away. She voiced an apology, the gesture nearly entirely muffled by the paint-chipped wooden door.

Would you ever see her again?

You looked to the keys plopped neatly on the kitchen’s island, pink paint chipping away as though she’d attempted to erase herself from the metal’s memory.

Even if it forgot, even if everyone in this city lost their memory, you would never.

The sounds of the city had never proved so burdensome. Screams, sirens, the screech of tires. Every little instance had you hopping to your feet, begging the latest call.

Now they were nothing more than background noise to your sobbing.

You’d even gone so far as removing the watch from your wrist, weight unbearable, uncaring of the beeps and vibrations that called out to you in the darkness.

How long had you been there confined to your thoughts, tears running dry and eyes puffed as though a pastry.

A portal reveled itself, falling open at your front door, Hobie walking through where Aubrey had walked out with a look of determination on his face. "Bossman detected some anomaly in your Uni, figured you were having a nap and sent me to... Hey, you alright, mate? What's happened? You look bloody wrecked."

[photogirl894]

@clonexreaderbingo

Square: Kix

It's been a bit since I've posted a bingo one shot; I had a slight block with this one, but now it is complete! Shoutout to @l-lend for helping me with the idea 😊 Love you, bestie!!

"Kix, you've got to take a break. You're gonna work yourself to death."

Your best friend, Kix, who was a medic of the 501st, had been dealing with so many patients in the past couple weeks. You weren't even sure when was the last time he'd slept. He'd been practically living at the Coruscant med bay and you had barely seen him pretty much until now. He'd only gotten back to the apartment you two shared to pick up some more medical supplies. 

"I can't, I've got too many patients," he told you. 

"You know there are other medics in the GAR that can take care of things for you," you told him. 

"I'll be fine. I have to help my brothers," he replied, digging through a case of vials. 

You put a hand over his to stop him from grabbing more vials. "Kix! You're not the sole medic of the entire Clone army!" you scolded him. Being closer to him, you could now see the dark rings under his eyes. "When was the last time you even got any sleep?"

He sighed. "I don't know…but I'm fine."

"Kix…!" you groaned, irritated. 

He collected all the supplies he'd gotten into his pack and called over his shoulder, already halfway to the door, "I'll be back later!"

You groaned aloud again. You were getting worried about him. If he kept this up, he was either going to get himself sick or worse, but he was a stubborn one. When he set his mind to something, he stuck with it. Some days, you loved that about him; other days, like this one, it infuriated you to no end. It didn't help that you secretly held deeper feelings for your best friend, not wanting to potentially ruin your friendship, so when you worried about him, it only doubled because of that. 

"Medics are the worst…," you mumbled to yourself. You yourself were a technician who'd been hired by the Grand Army and by now, it was time for you to go to work. You had an appointment to make, so you got your datapad and other tools needed and left the apartment.

Over an hour passed and, just as you were finishing up with your work for a client, your commlink chirped, followed by a voice you knew, saying, "(Y/N), it's Captain Rex. You need to get to the med bay. Kix has collapsed."

Kix's body ached, his head throbbed, his throat was on fire, he felt hot and cold at the same time and he had shivers. His eyes heavily fluttered open and he realized the ceiling didn't match the med bay's. It looked like…the ceiling of your apartment. How did he end up here? The last thing he remembered was getting a med patch for another injured Clone and then things got fuzzy. Why was he back here and not with his patients?

He attempted to move and his whole body and head twinged in pain. A moan escaped his mouth as he tried to push himself up, noticing his armor was gone and he was only in his black undersuit. 

"Oh no, you don't. You are not getting out of that bed."

Your voice sounded from a few feet away and, with another groan, he turned his head to see you coming towards him with a steaming bowl in your hands. The look on your face was a mix of relief and immense irritation. He recognized your surroundings and realized that he was indeed in your apartment somehow. 

"How did I get here?" Kix asked you as he forced himself to sit up and put a hand up to his head. 

"We had to bring you here on a stretcher. It wasn't easy, but luckily, Rex and Jesse helped me," you told him. 

Kix sighed, trying to push aside the aching throughout his body. "What are you talking about?" Then he let out a startled yelp as you pulled out a pain relief stim from your pocket and injected it into his neck without warning. 

"You collapsed in the med bay, you idiot!" you exclaimed as you put the stim down and sat on the edge of bed, carefully handling the hot bowl you had in your other hand. "I got a comm from Rex telling me to come get you because you had passed out. I told you that you've been working too hard and look at what happened."

Kix rubbed at his neck where you had just injected him and said while shivering, "I'm sh--sure it was j--just coincidence. If I…get back up and moving, I'll be f--fine."

"You're really still going to argue with me about this?" you asked back. 

By this point, he was attempting to move his legs to the edge of bed while still moaning from aches. "I h--have patients to attend to. They n--need me," he said, almost slurring his words as he got over the side of the bed and stood up shakily. 

You spoke up, "What about me, Kix? Don't you think I need you?" When he looked back at you through heavy eyes, you said to him, "I need my best friend and if you keep this up, he's going to slowly disappear. I've been charged by Captain Rex to take care of you and keep you here until you've regained your health."

His lips curled down, unamused. "Are you...s--serious?"

"Yes. So get back in this bed and eat this soup. That's an order."

"You can't…give me orders."

"I can when I've been ordered by your Captain to look after you. Now get back in bed right now before I have to sedate you."

The firmness and authority in your voice right then was strangely intimidating to Kix. It was almost scary. He knew you could be tough when you wanted to be, but you'd never gotten this way with him. He was going to respond, but he could feel his legs shaking and his body was weak. He lost his balance, but you stopped him. You moved quicker than he'd ever seen you; putting the bowl down on a table at the end of the bed and jumping up to catch him around his waist.

"You medics really are the worst patients," you commented to him as you pulled him back and helped lower him back onto the bed.

As you turned him, got his legs under the covers and sat him up against the wall, he said back tiredly, "You technicians are the worst doctors."

Picking up the bowl and scooping some soup into the spoon, you replied, "Yet I'm the one doing a better job at taking care of you. Now, shut up and eat." 

You held the spoon up to his lips and he reluctantly opened it, letting you feed the hot soup you'd made into his mouth. It was savory and tasty and the heat helped the soreness in his throat. You had figured Kix would resist staying here, but he was really giving you a run for your money. Luckily, once the first bite of soup went down, you could see him physically start to relax against the wall and sink just slightly into the bed. It seemed like he was now allowing himself to relax. You got another spoonful of soup ready, held it up and fed it to him. 

After a couple more bites, Kix said your name in a weak voice that made your heart swell with pity for him. You looked up and found him looking at you with exhausted eyes and a tired smile. 

"Thank you…," he said through an exhale. 

You smiled back. "Of course, Kix."

His head began to fall forward and you could tell he was going to succumb to sleep at any second. You urged him to lay down flat on his back and pulled the covers up all the way to help keep him warm. Almost immediately, he was out. As he lightly started snoring, you ran your hand over his buzzed, tattooed head.

"You idiot," you said affectionately before softly kissing his forehead.

Fortunately for you, you didn't have anymore clients for work for the rest of the day or the next day either, so you were able to just stay home and be there for Kix, if he needed you. Though, you could tell that the Clone was incredibly sleep-deprived because it wasn't until the afternoon the next day that Kix woke up. His rest had been a bit fitful from time to time from aches and chills, but you had given him medicine and helped lull him back to sleep each time. 

When he awoke, he took a moment to assess his situation. It appeared his fever had broken and he no longer had chills. There were still slight aches in his muscles and he still felt a bit weak, but it was already a vast improvement. He slowly sat up, grunting loudly enough for you to hear him waking up in the other room.

A few seconds later, you walked into the room and quietly greeted him. When he looked up at you, you had a sweet smile on your beautiful face that made him feel warmer than any of your homemade soup ever did, which only prompted him to smile back. In your hands, you held a cup of steaming tea and you brought it over to him. 

"How are you feeling?" you asked him as he took the cup. 

He heaved a heavy sigh. "I'm still a bit weak and will need more time to properly recover, but all things considered…I feel much better. Especially with you here."

You grinned timidly. "You definitely seem better," you commented. 

He took a sip of the tea and then asked, "How long was I out?"

Your eyebrows shot up and you answered, emphasizing each word, "Twenty. Whole. Hours, Kix."

His eyes widened and he nearly spit out the second sip of tea he'd taken. "What?"

Nodding, you said, "Yeah…you haven't slept in days, so I'd say you needed every second of that very long rest."

Kix looked down into the dark tea, catching a glimpse of his tired reflection. "I really have been bad about taking care of myself lately, haven't I?"

"You're dedicated to your work and to helping others and I admire that about you," you said, laying your hand on his shoulder, "but sometimes, you get too caught up in what you do. You try to take on the entire workload of the whole Grand Army all on your own, it seems, sometimes. It's okay to take a step back when you're feeling overworked and take a break."

He sighed, closed his eyes and nodded. "I know you're right. I just hate feeling like I'm letting my brothers down if I do."

Your hand came up to his cheek and you gently urged him to look at you. "You know none of the Clones would ever think that of you," you assured him, your thumb rubbing his cheek. "Taking care of yourself isn't selfish. Taking care of yourself makes it so you can still continue helping others, which is what you're best at." Then you worked up what courage you had and placed a kiss on his other cheek. 

At the contact of your lips on his skin, Kix froze up slightly in surprise and turned to meet your eyes when you pulled back, reaching up and grasping your hand on his cheek. Something about the look he could see in your eyes was stirring up a wave of emotions within him that he hadn't felt before. 

"I don't know if I'm still delirious from being sick or not…and you don't have to say 'yes', but…can I kiss you?" he asked of you. 

For a moment, you wondered if you were now getting sick because there was no way you'd heard him right…but the way he was looking at you and the fact you could feel him ever so slowly leaning towards you told you otherwise. 

In a shaky whisper, you replied, "Kix…I've never wanted to say 'yes' to you more than I do right now."

Kix's eyes went wide a little, shocked at how quickly and how positively you responded to him. Then, with a relieved smile, he closed the distance and pressed a sweet, chaste kiss to your lips. You felt a small shiver go up your spine, hardly believing this was actually happening. 

When he pulled back, he said hesitantly, "I know you're not supposed to kiss anyone when you're sick…but I couldn't help myself."

"I don't care," you said back. "I've…actually wanted to kiss you for a while. I was afraid to because you're my best friend and I was worried it would ruin our friendship."

"Honestly…I had thought the same thing," he admitted. 

"Wait, really?"

"Yeah, really."

You smiled again with giddiness and nuzzled his nose. "We're both pretty hopeless, I guess. Now, keep drinking that tea, soldier."

He looked down at the tea and then back at you. "I don't know. I think that kiss helped cure me and I feel a lot better."

"Mmm nice try," you said, smirking knowingly. 

"Ah, really thought I was gonna get away with that," he said with fake disappointment.

"It's like I said: medics really are the worst patients," you responded. 

He grinned back. "Well, I have to be in order to get someone like you to take care of me."

Even though you couldn't deny the butterflies you got in your stomach at his statement, you just smiled at him and replied, "Flattery is only going to get you so far with me." Then you kissed him again before ordering him, "Drink your tea and I'll get some more medicine for you."

"Yes, ma'am."

Clone x Reader Bingo 2023

[prettywhenibleed]

Hey Bestie, could I request a yandere!Severen from Near Dark? He finds the reader and becomes obsessed with her and wants her to join him? He'll literally do anything to have the reader and doesn't mind playing dirty in order to have her by his side? ❤️

Of course bestie!! I love Severen so much and the idea of Yandere Severen *chefs kiss* I haven't really written any yandere stuff before, only very mild for yandere Dwayne, so I hope this is what you wanted. Also, sorry if it was a bit short. 😭

𝕵𝖔𝖎𝖓 𝕸𝖊 𝕴𝖓 𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍 (Join Me In Death)

Fem!Reader x Yandere!Severen TW: Yandere, Death, Language, brief mention of abuse Summary: Severen didn't care what he had to do, he would make you his. Because as far as he was concerned, the second he laid eyes on you, you already belonged to him. You just didn't know it yet.

From the second Severen laid his eyes on you, he was obsessed and knew that he was going to make you his. Whether you liked it or not. Though he would first try to win you over with his charm and good looks, I mean, how could you resist him? But if that somehow didn’t work, he would just have to take more drastic measures. And by ‘more drastic�� he meant kidnapping, but he was sure it wouldn’t come to that. Not with his ability to lay on the charm and make a girl feel special, especially when you most definitely were special. As soon as the sun had set and he and the others had woken up, they all made their way over to the bar that he had seen you at the night before. He was more than ready to see you again. Last night, he didn’t get a chance to talk to you but he sure as hell was going to talk to you tonight. The bar wasn’t too packed, only a handful of patrons sitting in various spots in the bar. Severen was bouncing his knee up and down, anxiously awaiting your arrival. Though he wasn’t nervous, no, he was excited as hell. The others were watching him, curious as to why he seemed so excitable tonight. More than usual. Well, that was until you walked into the bar with some guy by your side. Severen scrunched his face up at the sight. ‘What the fuck, man?’ He thought to himself as he watched you and the guy sit down at the bar together. Jesse and Diamond shared a look with each other, now knowing the cause for Severen’s behavior. A girl, of course. Though they were still both curious to see how this would play out, knowing that Severen was the obsessive and possessive type and seeing that you seemed to already be with someone, would make for an interesting night for sure. For the next half an hour, Severen watched the two of you with disgust. The disgust was not directed towards you, but towards the guy who seemed to be your boyfriend. He hated that you were with someone else, not that it was going to stop him from claiming what was, in his mind, rightfully his. This just meant that he would have to get rid of your boyfriend first. That thought brought a smile to his face. Oh how he was going to enjoy ripping that piece of shit apart. 

Finally, your boyfriend left to go to the bathroom and Severen used this as his opportunity to talk to you. He swiftly made his way over to you, leaning against the bartop and giving you his most charming smile. “Howdy there, darlin. What’s a pretty little thing like you doin in a place like this?” He flirted. Your cheeks heated up at this and you slightly turned your head away and brought a hand up to your face to try and hide your blush, which he found absolutely adorable. “Umm, sorry but I’m here with my boyfriend.” You told him politely. While he hated that you had a boyfriend, he appreciated the loyalty. Not that it was gonna stop him. “I don’t see him.” He said, feigning looking around for him, his smile never dropping. Not until he saw your face drop. Severen looked behind him in the direction in which you were looking, wanting to see what caused you to have this reaction. Your boyfriend had come back from the bathroom and he looked pissed. Severen looked back at you and that’s when he took notice of the bruising around your wrist where the sleeve of your jacket had risen up a bit. This caused feelings of anger and protectiveness to bubble up in him. How fucking dare this human shit stain lay his filthy hands on you. Oh he was really going to enjoy killing him now. Once your boyfriend had made his way back to you, he roughly grabbed you by the arm and pulled you up out of your chair and shot Severen a glare. “What the hell do you think you’re doing, man? She’s with me.” He spat. You let out a quiet whimper at your boyfriend's tight grip on you. 

“Doesn’t look like she’s real happy to be with you, asshole.” Severen spat back and puffing his chest up, just itching to lay into this dude already. He looked over at the table where Jesse, Diamond, Homer and Mae were sat. Jesse gave him a nod and that made him grin ear to ear. Seeing as there were now only four other people here, besides him, his family, you and your boyfriend, it wouldn’t matter if they all had a little fun. Not that more people ever really stopped them anyway. “What the hell are you smiling at?” Your boyfriend angrily asked. “Oh buddy, you’re about to find out!” Severen said as he suddenly ripped your boyfriend's hand from your arm and socked him right in the face. You gasped and cringed at the sound of what had to be his nose breaking. Severen then let out an enthusiastic howl as he proceeded to press his boot to your boyfriend's throat and lean down. “Well now, this seems pretty funny to me!” Severen said to him, a sadistic grin on his face. He then looked up at Jesse. “What do ya think, Jess? Ain’t this funny?” He asked. Jesse, along with the others laughed. “Pretty damn funny.” He agreed with a smile on his face. Severen then looked over at you, his grin still wild but it softened slightly when he met your eyes. “What do ya think, darlin?” He asked you, his voice a little softer, as he pushed his boot harder into your boyfriend's throat, causing him to choke and try to pry Severen’s boot from it, but to no avail. You looked like a deer in the headlights as you stared at him, eyes wide and mouth opening and closing like a fish as you tried to speak. Just then, the bartender pulled out a shotgun from under the bar and cocked it, aiming it at Severen. Severen reluctantly diverted his attention from you and to the bartender. “Aww gee whiz. Ya got me!” He jested, mock surrendering. “Now, you and your friends leave on foot or in body bags.” The bartender threatened. This only caused Severen and the others to grin and laugh. Jesse got up and slowly walked over to the door, closing it. The bartender quickly redirected his aim from Severen, to Jesse. “What are you doing?” He questioned. “Just giving us a little privacy. We prefer to eat away from prying eyes.” Jesse told him as he leaned against the wall, sending Severen a look. 

That’s all Severen needed, as he swiftly lifted his boot before swinging it back and forth, slitting your boyfriend's throat with his spur. You let out a scream before covering your mouth with your hands, watching in fear as blood poured out of his neck. Just then, a loud bang filled the bar and you dropped to the ground and buried your face into your knees, just wishing this night would end. The other three people in the bar started to scramble but were quickly stopped by Jesse, Diamond, Homer and Mae. Severen stood there for a moment as he looked down at his stomach, now a bloody mess. He looked back up at the bartender and grinned. “WOOOOOO! What a kick! DO IT AGAIN!” He shouted, his voice deranged and exhilarated. The bartender went to reload the shotgun as Severen walked over to the bar, jumped on top and started kicking glasses and bottles off of it and in the bartender’s direction. Fumbling with the shell, he didn’t have time to reload it before Severen repeated his actions from before, raising his boot up and moving his foot back and forth, slitting the bartender’s throat. Severen then jumped down from the bar top and crouched down to the bartender, pulling him up to his mouth and making him a meal. The others had the same idea, as they began to devour their own meals. You sat there, your knees to your chest and your face still buried, not wanting to see the carnage around you. Suddenly, you felt hands on your arms, moving them out of the way, then lift your head up. “Howdy.” Severen said to you, his face covered in blood. Tears flooding your eyes and small sobs leaving you. In your mind, you were next. Severen sat down on the ground in front of you as he tried to pull you to him. “Hey, hey. I’m not gonna hurt ya, darlin.” He cooed, trying to reassure you that he meant no harm. Not to you anyway. “P-please. Don’t kill me.” You cried. 

Severen cupped your face and made you look at him. “I’d never do that. I love you too damn much to ever hurt a hair on your pretty little head.” He told you with a smile. You felt your heart sink at his words. The words of someone truly delusional. “I’m gonna take you away from all this, okay.” He said as he petted your head, smoothing down your hair. “I’m gonna make you just like me and then we can live happily ever after. How’s that sound?” He told you, his smile never fading, even as more tears began to stream down your face. He couldn’t believe it. You were finally his. He was gonna take real good care of you and make sure no one touched you ever again. Sure you might not accept his love just yet, but you would learn to. He just knew it! You two were made for each other, he knew it from the moment he saw you.

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[trulybetty]

Sunday | Week In Review VIII

This week's Sunday in review is sponsored by your local Farmer's Market sugared doughnuts, proudly provided by @secretelephanttattoo IYKYK 🍩

Hope everyone had a good week this week! 🙌 Tumblr is still doing it's thing with it's notifications in my activity tab. It's mostly just full of likes and some mentions (I still come across a couple on my dash I wasn't notified of), but mostly it's affecting reblogs. Anyway, if you have something you think I'd be interested in seeing or want to share - feel free to send me an Ask/DM or tag me!

Light reading week again, but it's not to say it wasn't filled with some gems!

T R U L Y U P D A T E S . . .

Happy Birthday (Joel)

W H A T I R E A D . . .

Grocery List (Frankie) by @frenchiereading I'm a sucker for domestic fluff and even more so when it stems from the Shared Breaths universe 💕 - not going to spoil this one if you haven't read the main series (which I will always shout out) - but there's a broccoli recipe here that still makes my mouth water when I think about it and I really want to try making it (if only I could conjure Frankie just as easily)

You’re Perfect for Me (Marcus P.) by @boliv-jenta The Marcus Pike thots were out in full effect this week and it started for me with this little one shot. Marcus needing some help unwinding from a tough day? Sign me up!

machine wash warm (Marcus P.) by @idolatrybarbie some more domesticity, this time from our boy Marcus (he's made for it really) and while short, it doesn't skimp on the feelings and a man who will wash your bedding and deal with the fitted sheet? Yes please!

Delta Landscaping | Chapter 6: Jeeps, Texts, and Sliders (Triple Frontier) by @rhoorl This series has be in a permanent choke hold and I'll eat up anything Jess puts out (have you checked out her Dieter series and her Frankie one shot, because you should!) and this series is the gift that keeps on giving and helps satisfy my Will Miller thots. This weeks installment is no different - we've got tensions building with Will and Katie, Benny and his big brother relationship with Connor, Santiago being Santiago and David living his best life (I want to be his bestie). Hands down one of the best things to come from thots over the Delta boys clearing Reader's garden in @goodwithcheese's 'Layover Series' (which you should read too)

The House (Jack) by @gemmahale I was so happy to get started on this series this week! The week took a left turn and I couldn't devour the rest of it as I wanted, but this is on the docket to catch with this week! It's full of intrigue and mystery and that's just the first chapter! I can't wait to see how this plays out with Andrea getting reacquainted with her grandfathers property and the history it holds.

glass (Marcus P.) by @idolatrybarbie I could be bias because this was written based on the prompts I sent over for Bea's fifty follower celebration, but it doesn't need that, because it's so good all in on it's own! We've got fluff, we've got Marcus (did I mention it's Marcus?), we've got some spice and we've got action! I'm never one to pressure authors to write fanfics, but if Bea were ever to expand on this I'd be all over it.

Butter (Joel) by fuckyeahdindjardin A happy birthday celebration for our main man Joel Miller was more of a gift to us I think. This is so incredibly sweet (pun fully intended) and was just a delight to read that had me squealing all the way through with it's toe curling pure fluff at it's best. In need of a birthday cake to bring home Joel comes across Reader closing up for the night and in exchange for fixing her shutter, she bakes him a cake. Don't sleep on this one!

What Do We Have Here (Javier P.) by @secretelephanttattoo El treated us twice this week! Now I'm still behind on Narcos (hey, I managed an extra episode this week, now a staggering five and a half episodes in!), but even if you didn't have a clue who Elisa was, the spiciness of this fic would soon make up for it! I also learnt a new word, epaulettes. Smut and education in one fanfic? What more can you ask for?

Headshots (Marcus P.) by @secretelephanttattoo Okay, the second of El's offerings this week? Not only has she been bringing the Marcus thots this week, but the fluff too! Imagine showing up to the FBI headquarters to take head shots for the agents and running into Marcus Pike multiple times over the course of a week? Wait, you don't have to! El has crafted it for us and I hear there may be a second part (series?) in the works!

Hypothermia (Joel) by @morallyinept I am the worst camper, so much so Joel Miller would probably leave my sorry ass for the clickers after the grief he'd have with me. But I hope that would be after I get to snuggle up to him for just warmth...

M E M O R A B L E P O S T S . . .

I had some interesting confessions in my Ask Inbox: Joel Thots + Oscar's Cupcakes

All of @penaonthestreets-javiinthesheets's mood boards, because they are all a mooood and a delicious delight for the eyes

The Gif™️ thots were out in full force

Maggie getting the Marcus Pike Puddles going with pancakes and cuddles visuals

Will Miller visual thots, I don't need an excuse to enjoy this over and over again.

B R O U G H T T H E J O Y . . .

How well and truly this community is so lovely - I had a really shitty day at work yesterday and by time I logged in later that night I had some wonderful messages, tags and mentions from absolutely amazing people. I can't even remember how I stumbled back onto Tumblr, but I'm so glad I did. This space really can feel like you're shouting into the abyss sometimes, but sometimes you get a response back with a 'my thots too' and you start to build your own little community.

I think I mentioned it the other day, but likes and numbers really won't hold their value. It's the reblogs with the comments, the thousand gifs/emojis or the back and forth discussions of WIP's in DM's that really make this all the worthwhile.

And also a Costco sized container of pico de gallo... it's about balance friends. But seriously, I've pushed the limits of what I can put it on this week.

T H I S W E E K ' S J A M . . .

This week's song is brought to us by my Chiffon feels as I got back into writing for Dieter x Bryony and this song is very them coded...

Hope everyone is having a fabulous Sunday, whatever it is you're doing and I wish you all a great week ahead! 💕

[kpop-addict25]

Hello MCSM fandom!

Since yesterday I shared something that I am not very proud of (of course I deleted it) I want to apologise with a headcanon of mine that is featured in my Real Life AU

Since 22nd March was Lukas’ birthday (according to the AU) I wanted to share a wholesome thing between Jesse and Lukas. Every year for his birthday Jesse sends a letter (and a little gift) to Lukas wishing him a happy birthday… and to tease him a little bit because of their 4 years age difference.

Also I wanted to share this year’s letter:

“Happy birthday to my only korean bestie Jae-seong (yes I used your korean name because it’s really cool)!

This year is your 29th birthday and do you realise what that means?… the next year you are going to be 30! That’s kinda funny because I will be in my twenties while you are going to be in your thirties and I will get to call you “old man”. Which is going to be strange because you still look like a teenager (I guess it comes from your korean roots or something like that).

Ah, I am getting distracted again! I want you wish you only the best in life, to eat a lot of cake today and for us to meet again. I want you to know that I miss celebrating your birthday together and I especially miss you. I am trying to convince Petra to come back to California so we can celebrate your birthday next year. After all you are going to be 30! So far she is not very thrilled since we are all the way in Japan but I will try to make her listen. Oh, she also wishes you happy birthday too!

By the way how is your next book coming up? I hope that it’s going to be another bestseller like our autobiography book that you wrote absolutely perfectly… Petra said that her part is majestic but I don’t really think so. And yet again I am distracted!

Anyway I should probably stop here because I don’t want you to read this for too long (you probably have a lot of work around Beacontown). Once again I wish you a happy birthday and I hope that we will be able to meet again soon!

With lots of love,

Your american bestie Jesse!

P.s This year, your gift is a book that you will need in the future, so be sure to read it ;)”

[masterjedilenawrites]

Heyy bestie uhm I'm gonna need another part of angst especially after the cheating Ex (seriously tho what a jerk) like how would the clones and batch be like in a new relationship would they be more cautious? Skeptical of there new s/o words and assume they are lying until yhey get proof? Like would they be worried to give there heart to a new person/ s\o not sure whether to trust them or not and if there being honest

Oh boy... more angst eh? I made references to their past relationships a little more vague, so it could fit in with those cheating HCs or you could imagine different reasons as to how their hearts got broken before they put themselves out there again...

Kix, Jesse, and Hunter are calm, cool, and collected... on the outside. Inside, they are stressed the heck out when they start going on dates again. Don't get them wrong, they do very much want to try again. They believe in soulmates and can't wait to find theirs. But there is definitely a lot of internal monologuing. They question everything, including their own feelings... Is that a red flag? Am I comparing them too much to my ex? They don't share any of their insecurities until the new relationship is stable.

Dogma, Tech, and Crosshair would be more adverse to starting a new relationship after having their heart broken. It would take a long, long time for them to be interested in someone new. For them, it's not about trust so much as investment. To commit to the time it takes to get to know someone, the energy it takes to build emotional connections, is very daunting, and they now have firsthand experience that it doesn't always work out. It would take someone truly special for them to risk giving love a second chance.

Fox, Hardcase, and Echo hide the scars on their heart very well. For the most part. By the time they meet someone new they're wanting to pursue, they'll have made peace with a lot of their past and will give the new relationship an honest chance, letting things unfold in their own way and not comparing or worrying about repeating history. But every once in a while, something will happen that'll trigger old wounds quite unexpectedly. They'll be moody and even fearful and they won't know why until someone helps them connect the dots.

Cody, Wolffe, and Tup are cautious. They go on a few dates here and there, acting polite and having an okay time. But they never commit, never take things further. They're not sure why. What are they waiting for? What do they even want in a partner now? They sort of go through the motions without feeling much. It would take someone becoming their friend first to break through whatever apathy they had, and then they'll have a real chance at creating a solid, meaningful, romantic relationship that actually makes them feel good.

Rex, Fives, and Wrecker are total messes. Someone please keep an eye on these poor boys if they choose to re-enter the dating pool again, they'll need all the support they can get so they don't a) emotionally fall apart and/or b) end up in another unhealthy arrangement. Either or both scenarios are likely. Any potential new partners need to be patient and understanding. They'll share their tragic romantic history on the first date and be open throughout the relationship in how they feel about everything, for better or worse.

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[justagalwhowrites]

Ok so I have to first say, I ADORE you and ALL the stories you tell. Absolutely obsessed with your writing and when I was first getting into Joel Miller/Pedro fanfic, Yearling was the first story that absolutely stopped me in my tracks. I was/am CAPTIVATED by your mind and creation of these characters and the story they share. Since then I’ve read all of your fanfics and I’m obsessed with every word. Thank you so so so very much for all your time and effort. I’m in awe of you.

I wanted to ask your advice/opinion on TLOU2 spoilers: I read Yearling after falling in love with the HBO season 1/pedro as Joel, and I’ve always wanted to play the games but just haven’t yet, and I’m still reading fanfics trying to avoid as many spoilers as possible but have just accepted my risk of impatience 😂 I paused on chapter 31 of Yearling for the new character spoiler with a dirty blonde braid outside of a shed I believe it was. Since the time I paused on Yearling, I’ve read a ton of other fanfics (just waiting for when I plan on playing the games in September, then I’ll come back to Yearling), and I’m now knowledgeable about other characters (Dina, Dine/Ellie, Jesse, Eugene? etc.) and some major spoilers about our angel Joel’s future and Ellie’s bday and such. All that to say, in your opinion, do you think I’m safe to continue on Yearling, or do you advise I should wait for my September gameplay? Thanks for your time!

Sorry for the long ask, it’s just a testament to how badly I’m DYING to read this damn story again!!! 😂♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

OMG hi bestie!!!

You are so sweet??? Thank you so much???? I’m so happy my writing has made you feel something and get invested and that you care about these characters! You are so lovely!

The rest answered below the cut ❤️❤️ no big spoilers there (just loose discussion of TLOU2 and yearling plot, nothing specific) but just to be safe I’m hiding it.

SO if you know Joel’s fate in the TLOU2 game and why it happens, you are safe to read Yearling. The plot overlap happens only with what happens with Joel (and it diverges even there) and then separates entirely. Most of TLOU2 isn’t spoiled by Yearling.

If you want, feel free to DM me! You can tell me what you’re in the loop on and I can tell you if you’re in the clear. I have also given folks some really poorly cut versions of the chapters with spoilers so they can see what happens in Yearling without spoiling the parts of the game the fic spoils. Just know that those aren’t polished at all, it’s just spoiler free chapters with me being like AND THEN SOMETHING BAD HAPPENS very vaguely which is why they’re not posted lol

I love that you care enough that you want to keep reading the fic!! Thank you so much for being here and being lovely and for reaching out.

Love you!

[strawbrryrush]

(´,,•ω•,,)♡ event 15 plotting call! i'll probably pause all current events for this event- just for my sanity ! so this doubles as a starter call as well! below u can find out what all my muses will be up to- and also u can plot and request a starter for them!

elena gilbert- this isn't her first rodeo- well.. maybe one that she can remember, given her current not remembering status.. she's stressed- but will do her best to stay vigilant! she will help people- and maybe her finding someone unalived will be beautiful character development idk.. (0/5)

eric northman-too old for this shit, jk jk but he won't be taking anything too lightly.. he has people he cares for here, for example faye, irina, he doesn't want them getting in harm's way.. but he may be entertained??especially if he's accused (0/5)

genya safin- she's one hell of a warrior- she'll be frightened of course but she knows combat and how to fight. she'll be worried for david most of all, and will do her best to stick by them. (0/5)

hannah washington - scared out of her mind, she doesn't like these type of situations.. i can see her anxiety at an all time high- she's doing her best to hide.. please someone protect her, she's frightened..- but also worried highly about her siblings and her best friend kiyi (0/5)

homura akemi - OH SHE'S READY, she's in combat mode.. she has one person in mind she wants to protect- and one person only, madoka kaname. who is she if she isn't protecting the love of her life?? lets be honest, but also she'll help protect others if needed- and be suspicious of everyone. (0/5)

jesse pinkman- THEY CANT KEEP GETTING AWAY WITH THIS! -no but he'll be stressed, he has ptsd from everything that has occured in his life.. but if anything jesse knows how to do- it's to fight.. he'll be carrying a gun, and be prepared.. or as prepared as he can be, and he'll be keeping a look out for allison! (0/5)

jinx- THRIVES ON THE CHAOS, pls let's be real she probably assumes the doing is stu and his friend.. which.. idk why she's with him if she thinks that but anyways she doesnt have logic- but as soon as it starts getting too real.. she may start losing it a little bit, and will be amused if anyone accuses her.. (0/5)

lettie hatter- scared, concerned for her siblings, calcifer, josh- and i guess howl too.. jk we love howl, she'll be doing her best to find out whoever it is.. and get her investigative skills on, but also pls protect this angel. (0/5)

nami- she's so sick of finding herself in these types of situations, she's cowardly.. will be hiding behind anyone who will allow, but also she has some good ranged combat.. so if push comes to shove and she needs to defend herself or someone else- she will.. (0/5)

richard gecko- he's been through his fair share of bs, he'll be concerned for seth and aerith- more aerith.. given seth and him have been through the bs together, he'll be putting on his detective gear.. and probably joke it's seth just to get on his nerves, and get offended if accused.. (0/5)

ashley graham- LEON, bestie where are you?? she's scared, not this again.. she's doing her best at hiding when it matters, and not making any enemies.. but also she can handle herself pretty well, just still would prefer some help.(0/5)

draculaura - look she may be immortal, but this is scary. she'll probably transform into her bat form just to get away- but also she'll be hiding behind people.. she can fight, but would prefer not to. (0/5)

belle - she's smart, she's pulling out that detective cap and doing her best research.. she's afraid, but won't admit it.. she'll go through this with a stubborn- tough look on her face; nobody will make her afraid. (0/5)

tifa lockhart- protecting people she cares about, she's the mom friend.. she doesn't want anyone getting hurt, watching out for aerith, satana, and seth.. (0/5)

march 7th- she's ready; maybe the ice powers she unaware of will come out while afraid and being defensive.. they'll try to laugh fear in the face- but also someone make sure they don't get into too much trouble. (0/5)

hitori gotoh- frightened, scared, not having it.. i mean it when i say pls someone protect and befriend her. or else she'll just hide under her bed or in a garbage can; she doesn't want to confront anyone-let alone a possible killer.. just.. idk how far she'll get, pls help. (0/5)

lip gallagher- part of him thinks this is a big joke, but he'll be ready with his own makeshift weapons if needed. he'll be looking out for his family; and just trying to piece together who could be sus. (0/5)

[thatonefranciascherie]

I'm too Much

So I wanted to post here because my bestie is back, but I also wanted to get back into it, so I can vocalise what’s happened, the situations I’ve been locked in, trapped at times between decisions that almost caused me to lose the one constant in my life, that almost caused the deaths of friendships. 

So let’s slide all the way back, to 13 year old Mykella. 

I remember the day I felt like my life started falling apart, and god! It’s difficult to say that as a 13 year old who attended a prestigious private school, my ex-military father who owns his own bars, a brother who adored the ground I walk on, and then my mother, and she was the root of the destruction. 

My mother. 

Where do I start on the toxicity she caused me?

I ran away because of her at 13 although that could be considered spoilers. 

It was my birthday, well, two days after, I’d just gotten back from Paris with my brother, my father, my best friend and her ex-‘fiancé’, god, I don’t even think they were engaged by this point, but all I see when I think of them, is the childish wedding pictures we used to paint. We got back, and I was so excited to see my mother, I remember running up the stairs after slamming the door open, I remember Jess screaming up the stairs that I should calm down, and that my mother might’ve been asleep, it was so late, but I could hear her, good god, I swear I could hear her moving in that room. 

I didn’t wait. 

I slammed the door open, and she was there, good god was she there, and so was he, my now step-father. I don’t think I’ve ever been so disgusted. Naked, in the bed she should share with my dad, with this man, to this day, I don’t accept either of them, I can’t even think of the last time I saw my mother or my step father, as I grew older I was able to separate myself from them. Jess, I don’t even remember the next few moments, I just remember her dragging me away screaming, I don’t even know why I was screaming. I feel like I was traumatised. 

Just screaming about my mother. 

I couldn’t believe she would do that to my father, I remember the both of them screaming and shouting at each other. I threw clothes in a bag, I remember initially Jess unpacked all of them, and put them away, I remember being held as I fell further and further into a pit of my own despair and it was all caused by my mother. 

I think that’s when we all started drinking and partying together so much, when I fell further down. 

But that night, I packed up again, once Jess had left, once my brother thought I had calmed down. I left, with a rucksack thrown over my shoulder, god knows where I thought I was going, I was a kid, but I thought that the best idea was to walk out, I hopped an early morning train, whenever questioned by adults around me I remember saying that my dad was picking me up the other side and as the day started I remember Jess desperately phoning me, and I refused to pick up, so she started continually texting me, calling me, all again and again, it was a school day. 

I ended up at a friends in London, their parents lied to me, said they hadn’t contacted mine, despite the fact they had, and by the time I was shipped home, my mother was long done, my father was furious and my brother was a verge away from a heart attack, Jess ended up sleeping in my bed for nearly three weeks, one week away, and she refused to leave me again, it’s like she couldn’t let me go, and that’s when with the help of siblings we managed to start drinking, that’s when I decided my future career wasn’t going to be any corporate bullshit, I wasn’t going to join the army like my father, I decided I was going to be a mixologist. 

Why did I decide that? Or more how? 

Easy. 

My father owned bars, and he was scared I would pull another runner, so where was I stuck, at his work, whether in his office or hanging out front with a Pepsi, and watching the guys behind the bar, talking to them, it was like an art, the way in which they could mix flavours, I remember one of them constantly making me mocktails to try, I remember watching him throwing the Boston tin around and thinking about how much fun it must be, and some of them looked at it like their own career and some of them it was a stepping stone, but that’s when I knew I wanted to be like them. 

And I started drinking, with Jess, with my brother, her fiancé and the rest of our group, and I got to show my small set of skills, I remember my obsession with making peach Bellinis. 

And that was the beginning of Mykella. 

[starsarefire824]

Sorry to spam but I think I sent you my madwheeler x byclair premise on Anon by accident here it is again

Hey, hey! Star! (I dont know youre name name, but you can call me lex or foodie lol) So for my romantic madwheeler x romantic byclair premise where Lucas and Will leave Max and Mike to date each other instead, how'd you feel about this possibility.... So, originally Lumax and Byler, to save on money, rented an apartment together. 2 bedroom. One for each couple. Now, it's college at first so Lucas gets to play basketball overseas, coincidentally when Will has to go overseas for his studying abroad art stuff. This leaves Max and Mike alone together for 8 months, and they bond as close friends missing their beloveds who get to be in Europe together.

Because Madwheeler are all self-worth issue always thinking the worse hot messes, they haven't grown from their teenage attitudes while Byclair has been healing/thriving in new environments so when Lucas and Will come back, they dump the stubborn Max and Mike because they feel like their romantic relationships are holding them back from necessary growth aka get out of their comfort zones. Felt like this was getting too long so I only gave you partial/a snippet but lemme know if you want more of the premise! 😁

P.S. the breakups happen at the worst times bc the 4 of them are still stuck in their lease so now Byclair shares a room and Madwheeler is forced to share a room so quirky roommate shenanigans so drama of living with my ex and his new man 😂

Hey Hey Lex!! (It's Jess by the way XD) but stars works too 🙃

Sorry for the late reply!!

I AM LOVING THIS PREMISE!!!! I don't know why but I am LIVING for Lucas and Will ending up going away together and growing/healing and that making something bloom between them while Max/Mike are at home feeling static. I think this is going to be so interestin!! AND IM SO STOKED!!!!

I'd love to hear more! You can always hit me up on discord if you'd like! AND THE FACT THAT THEY ARE ALL STUCK IN AN APARTMENT TOGETHER???! I cannot WAIT to read Byclair as a couple tbh cause I honestly kind of love it! And Max/Mike being stuck in a room together after basically being dumped for their besties is HILARIOUS. I can already hear the hilarious dialogue now!!

Thanks so much for dropping in and saying hi Lex and giving me a sneak peak of this fic! I AM SO THANKFUL AND EXCITED!! <333

[beckyy055]

Meet me where it never closes... - Alex Turner one shot

WARNING: THIS LITTLE ONE SHOT HAS NSFW SCENES. IF YOU DON'T FEEL COMFORTABLE, PLEASE SEARCH FOR OTHER!

1:52 AM

- Girls girls girls! - The guitar finishes with great style another gig at the Whiskey. The crowd is clapping as me and the band say goodbye and start packing our equipment. A weird looking guy is in the corner looking at me with a creepy face, but I don't care because if he messes with me, I have my switchblade on my high heels boot. My equipment is very easy to pack, so I don't take more then five minutes to get everything ready to go. As I finish everything, I take my bottle of Jack from the ground and take a swag, walking off the stage and towards the bar. My bestie and also rhythm guitarrist takes care of the payment, so for now I can just enjoy all the groupies. There are always a couple boys and girls looking after the frontwoman of the band, and I'm always willing to give them some fun if they're interesting enough.

When i sit on a random chair and open my Insta, a random account has sent a message for me. When I open it, it says: Alex's in town and wants to see you. Immidiately, I know what's the matter. Alex never plays a clean game. His game is dirty and it's almost as if he's playing hide and seek with me. I text back, saying: if he wants me, meet me on the back of the Whiskey. And bring that cigarette that I like.

I lay back comfortably, sipping my drink as I talk to some people who are complimenting my performance on the show. My bandmates come to me with all the packed stuff and sit to drink and cheer a little. We share the bottle until it's over and we're all drunkly laughing at everything. Around 2:46 AM, I receive another message from the same account saying he's here. I get up from my chair, holding on my bestie's shoulder to not fall back, and walk towards the back door of the place.

When I walk out of the Whiskey, I find myself on a dark alley. On a corner, just the silhouette of the man who called me here. I walk with a sly smile as I get closer, little by little being able to see him better, and saying:

- Well, well, well... Look who's here. Nice to see you again, Al.

- Couldn't pass through L.A. without seeing ya, honey. - He takes a drag of his cigarette and blows the smoke away, keeping a smile similar to mine.

- Did you bring my cigarettes? - I ask, a slight devilsh look in my eyes as i look into his eyes. My look is almost like a bullet to his heart, the look only a femme fatale could give so naturally.

- Hell yeah, darlin'. Here, take one... - He takes another drag as he gives me box of cigarettes. I take it, opening it and lighting one with my pink lighter. Quickly, I'm already exhaling some smoke.

- Now that's what I'm talking about! This is good stuff! - I take another drag, letting the nicotine inibriate me as i lay against a wall.

- So Jess, how's your band goin'? Still playin' on this place? You know that with a single phonecall I could make you a star by the night. - His eyes stare at me, taking my looks under the moonlight

I roll my eyes and look at him bored as I answer with some boredness in my tone:

- Yeah, yeah, you already said it a million times. You know I wanna make into the industry by my own merit, not because of what I can do with my mouth, Al. - I take a puff of my cigarette, blowing the smoke away.

- I know, sweetie, I know... I just can't stop thinking you're wasting your talent here while you could be already playing at stadiums around the world. Maybe even Wembley! Imagine! You said it was your dream! - He gets closer to me, holding me by my waist as he look into my eyes.

- And listening from everyone I only did it because I gave you a bl0wj0b? No fucking way. I prefer the harder path, the one I keep some of my dignity. - I take another puff as I let him come closer, my eyes on his.

- Speaking of that, darlin'... You know what I want, don't ya? It's not the first time we've been on this place... - His smile is sly as his hands trace along my waist and hips.

- Don't go so eager for the meal, indie boy. Pay me a dinner first and I can think if you deserve it. - I chuckle, taking his hands off me and holding just one of them in mine.

- Ah... You and your little games... Fine. We can go have dinner and I'll convince you I'm a good boy. - He says as he chuckles and holds my hand, taking me to his car, a beautiful Cadillac. He opens the door for me and I get into it, waiting for him to go to the driver's seat.

As he starts the engine, I lay back on the seat, taking a last drag of my cigarette before throwing it out of the window. He starts driving, one hand on the wheel as the other holds on my left thigh. The radio is playing some jazz, to which I respect but find a bit boring. The silence is broken when he turns to me and start talking with that english accent of his that he knows that messes with me.

- You look stunning tonight, darlin'. Is this a new skirt? - He pretends to not know just to make me talk to him.

- Nah, you know I don't have money to keep buying stage clothes. This is the same as last time and the other. - I pretend I don't care, although I feel awesome to be in this spot.

- Then you look stunning every gig. Ya know, you have a lot of stage presence. I was watching you the other time and damn, you're unique. - His hand keeps holding on my thigh, going up and down just as a sweet carress. The wind blows in my hair, making it fly and get more volume than it already has.

- Really? I just do what I feel like doing. I feel the beat and let it take my body. - I chuckle, just acting innocently and letting a nice and sweet mood be created between us.

- Well, then something is working. I particularly like the part where you move your hips to the ground while on the pole. It's not a coincidence the guys on the front row drool over you. - He smiles at me again with a sly look, trying to warm things up.

I chuckle and look at him, giving back his look, as i answer:

- I guess it's just something normal, I don't see a reason for them to get crazy like that. Just a normal girl doing pole dance, nothing extraordinary.

- Baby, everything about you is extraordinary. - He looks deepy into my eyes, making me blush a bit, as he gives a squeeze on my thigh.

I lose all my words for a moment and try to say something, unsucessfully. I slutter a bit before he interrupts me, stopping the car on a parking lot, getting off the car and opening the door to me as he offers me his hand.

- Now, would you give me the honour of your company during a dinner, milady?

I chuckle and take his hand, getting off the car and closing the door behind me. We walk towards the restaurant, which looks quite expensive, and he opens the door for me. I smile and enter the place, looking around to guess what kind of restaurand he took me. Quickly, he talks to a lady and she guides us to a table, where I sit and adjust my napkin on my lap. I might be looking like a mix between a rockstar and a h00k3r, but I have a good ettiquete. He sits on the opposite side of the table, looking at me every now and then through the menu.

When the waitress comes, I order a caesar salad without sauce as the entrance and a steak with some whole rice as the main course. He orders a tomato salad and some grilled salmon with white rice for him, as well as a good wine for us both. I thank the waitress and look at him, keeping my good girl composture. He smiles and teases:

- You look so behaved, doesn't even look like you're a wild cat.

- And you don't even look like you're a naughty boy. - I chuckle as I tease back.

- Tell me, Jess. Why so sarcastic and fatale? - He asks as he looks intrigued to me, his arms crossed as he stays laid back on his chair.

- Because it's who I am, Al. You know that. Ever since you met me, you know that's how I am. - I look at him with a smile, keeping my mask. I never let my real me show.

- You know, I bet there's other face of you inside. A face that you hide and only shows to the right people at the right time. I don't judge you though, you know I keep an appereance to the others as well. But you should let it show sometimes, darlin'. - He says as he keeps a toothpick on his mouth, playing with his fingers as he analyze each move I make.

- And who are you to tell me how I should act? You don't even talk to me directly, you send your friends to talk to me on your behalf. Alex, if you want to know me, I have to know you as well. - I lay back on the chair, my eyes locked on his as I sip some water.

- Fine, then it's a deal. If you let your real self show, I'll do the same. - He gives me his hand for a handshake and I do the same. We shake hands and he smile to me, this time, more warmly.

The waitress comes with our order and we both start eating the food, giving each other shy looks every once in a while. He sees that I can use the cutlerly properly like a like a lady does and we talk about foolish things during the dinner, like music and world news. When we finish our dessert, a sweet petit gateau, he asks the waitress for the bill, to which he pays quickly with his platinum Mastercard. We get up and he guides me to the exit, acting like a real gentleman towards me, not the bad boy he usually is. When we get to his car, I get in as he does the same. He starts the engine as he places again a hand on my left thigh, giving me a look almost like as if he's eating me with his eyes. He turns to me and asks:

- Your place or mine? Tell me I've earned my prize, baby. - He keeps that hunter look, his eyes almost shooting right through my heart.

- Last time was mine, so now it's your turn. - I wink and lay back on the seat, relaxing a bit. His eyes are red from being high, probably from before he picked me at the Whiskey. I chuckle and turn to him. - Are you high, baby? Huh?

He chuckles and look at me, his thumb rubbing my thigh.

- Just a bit darlin'. Why? Does it bother you?

I chuckle and nod in no, letting him touch me slightly.

- Nah. It's just that I wonder... Why'd you only call me when you're high, honey?

- Because I'm always high after 1 AM, baby! And also, you're always drunk as well! - He laughs and plays with my hair, keeping one hand on the wheel and one on me, as if he's showing who I belong to. I chuckle and just the enjoy the wind in my face and hair. The music is still boring me, so I look at him and smile.

- Darlin', could you please put something cool on the radio? I'll sleep with this slow music! - I chuckle as I wait for him.

- Sure! Put something you like on Spotify! - He smiles warmly and keeps driving. I take my phone and connect the bluetooth, putting on "Honey (Are u Coming?)" on the radio.

(I highly recommend to read the following parts while listening to the song!)

- Måneskin again?! You're always listening to them! - He laughs and looks at me.

- Why? Did you prefer the Crüe? - I laugh and smile to him. My smile is funny and slightly drunk.

- Nah, not in this moment. You should look for new bands, not listen to the same couple bands everyday! You don't even change the songs! - He laughs more as his hand keeps tracing my thighs. I sing for a bit of the song, to which he finds funny.

- I know, but it's just so comforting to listen the same songs on replay! It's predictable and I can sing along! - I laugh and keep looking at him as he drives. His profile is so hot, this man is all I want and more. The hair, the nose, the jawline, the neck, everything is perfect.

- Okay, okay, you have a point. But still, you should try new things. - He chuckles, noticing the way I look at him and giving me another squeeze on my thigh.

Minutes later, we arrive at his mansion in Bervely Hills. I've been here before, but I always get a bit shocked when I actually see it. He parks his car quickly and opens the door for me, helping me get out of it. As soon as we enter the house and he closes the door behind me, he pushes me against a wall and starts to kiss me passionately, holding my waist tightly. I look at him surprised, but don't try to avoid. Instead, I kiss him back as passionately as him, my hands holding on his shirt as he keeps me close to him. He pulls back a bit and breathe heavily, whispering to me.

- Remember the rules?

- No visible marks. - I answer, breathing heavily as well as my eyes look inside his.

- Good girl. Now, may we start our little one night stand? - His smile is naughty, as well has his look. His voice is hoarse and gives me shivers with each whisper. I smile and chuckle.

- It's not a one night stand if it turns into two, baby... - I chuckle again and pull him towards me, kissing his lips with lust. My teeth nibble on his lower lip and he presses me more against the wall. I can already feel his b0n3r against my thighs, which makes me feel hotter. His hands trace along my hips and sides, holding me close. His mouth starts to go down my jaw and neck, kissing and licking it. Then, he moves to my earlobe, biting on it and making me shiver more as I breathe heavily. His eyes are full of lust and his mouth kisses me as if I were a prey for him to hunt. I moan softly and he smiles widely.

- Already moaning, darlin'? Looks like someone's already hot in here. - He chuckles and keep kissing me as his hands reach for my belts, first unbuckling the leather one with chains and letting it fall to the ground, making a metallic sound of the chains, and for second the leoppard print one. Then, his fingers unzip my leather skirt, also letting it fall. Piece by piece, he undresses me until I'm left only on my panties and bra. He steps back for a moment to see me like this, taking every detail of my body before rushing to kiss me again, making my blood boil because of every touch and kiss. My hands run to his jeans, undoing them on an almost desperate move to touch his member soon. After his pants fall to the ground, he takes me in his arms bridal style, taking me by surprise. I chuckle and look at him as he takes me upstairs to his room, feeling excited for what's coming next. When we get there, he lays me on his king size bed before crawling on top of me and kissing everything from my mouth to my chest and collarbone. One of his hands moves to under my panties, rubbing my button slightly and slowly and making me moan, as the other holds my wrists above my head. My legs pull him closer, trying to make him put quickly inside me, but instead, his hand goes even more slow, just to tease me. I look at him, a bit frustrated, and complain.

- C'mon Al! - I say in a loud tone.

He chuckles and whisper in my ear, his smile is naughty, almost devilsh, as his look shows that he's getting off with this.

- You know that's not how it works, baby. Beg me to do it. - His look is lustful and I have to swallow my pride to receive my pleasure. I look at him with the most submissive look I can do and smile.

- Please honey! Please! Please fu©k me! Please 34t my pu55¥ and make me cum! I'm begging you darling! Make me get there!

He chuckles again and bite his lip, clearly enjoying my pleading. He gets closer to me again, his hot breath on my neck, and says:

- Look at you, you dirty little $lut, begging me to fu¢k you... Only if you act like a good girl and give your baby that magic you do with your lips, sweetheart.

I shiver and I can't help but feel excited by this. I nod in yes and smile as I look at him.

- Sure sweetie. I'll do whatever you like.

He looks proudly at me as he gets out of the bed and stand up. I also get off the bed, but I get on my knees in front of him. He takes off his boxers and look at me, excited for me to start. I take his member on my hand and start licking it, slowly at first, before putting it on my mouth and starting to give him a bl0wj0b as well as a h4ñdj0b, doing my best to please him the most. He closes his eyes and guides my pace with his hand, each time pushing my head more and more. He knows how much I can handle and he pushes me to my limits. His expressions and groans show me I'm pleasing him, so I continue, even though my knees hurt a little and my jaw is tired. I keep doing for more and more minutes, until he groans loudly and I feel his juices filling my mouth. But I know our fun isn't over yet. I swallow the liquid and he smiles as he pats my head. He pulls me up by my choker and whispers in my ear:

- Good girl... Now, let me give ya your reward...

He pushes me to the bed and starts to kiss me again, his hands taking off my bra roughly and squeezing my breast, his thumb playing with my sensitive n1ppl3 and his mouth everywhere on me. Quickly, his member hardens again, ready for another round. His hands move to my panties and take them off, leaving me exposed to him. Then, with a trail of kisses, he starts to go down on me. When his mouth starts touching my intimate area, I start to moan louder and my hand grabs on his soft brown hair. He stops and looks at me with a naughty smile before saying to me:

- Let's notch the fun up a bit, shall we darlin'?

I nod in yes and he chuckles as he walks to a cabinet and grabs a belt. He walks back to me and start tieing my wrists together until they're very well tied. Then, with the rest of the belt, he ties them to the headboard of the bed, making sure I wouldn't be able to move my hands. He smiles and appreciates the view before commanding me:

- Now babygirl, test it. See if it's loose or unties easily.

- As you wish, darling. - With all the strengh I have, i try to move my hands away and pull the belt, unsuccessfully. He chuckles when he sees me trying and talk.

- Good girl. Well, let me get back to where I stopped... - He moves back to my sensitive area, licking and sucking my button unlike anyone could do. I immidiately start to squirm and moan loudly, my whole body reacting to his actions. His hands squeeze both my b00bs as I feel my blood rushing through my veins.

- Damn boy... Ah! Fu©k! Yeah... You're so good... - I couldn't stop saying this kind of stuff as he was taking me to paradise with his tongue. After some minutes, I was almost getting there, to the gates of heaven. My whole body shakes and I scream obcenities to him. But then, he stops, making me fall into disappointment.

He pulls away and observe me, seeing my face of frustration. I breathe heavily as I try to ask him:

- W-why? Why did you stop?

He chuckles and whispers in my ear seductively:

- Did you really think I'd let you ©um without me inside you baby?! You're so innocent, babygirl... - He goes away before crawling on top of me and, on a quick surprise moment, burying himself deep inside me, making me moan loudly. He starts to thrust on me as he kisses my whole body, staying close to me all the the time. I moan loudly as we fu¢k like two animals, his hands and mouth all over me as I just feel an overload of pleasure. His member, hard, big and thick, goes deeper and faster with each thrust, pleasuring me as it touches my most sensitive spots. He bites me all along my body, marking me as his property. When he bites my n1ppl3, I let a little scream of pain and pleasure escape my mouth, which makes him groan. Soon, my peak starts to come, making me scream.

- SHIT BABY, I'M GONNA ©UM!! - My whole body shakes as my walls start to tighten around him.

- YES! YES DIRTY GIRL! ©UM FOR YOUR BABY! AH, I'M CLOSE TOO... - He says loudly between moans and groans, his hips going faster as one of his hands reach for my neck, chocking me as I feel my whole body reaching paradise. He controls my breathing, making my sensation stronger and lasting. Soon, I feel his juices filling me inside as our moans become a symphony of pleasure, almost in unison. He slowly starts to slow down, until he stops completely and lays by my side. I take a deep breath, finally being able to breathe freely, as he unties my wrists from the headboard.

With my wrists free, I can finally touch him, letting my fingers carress his pale chest. He smiles at me, the sweat falling from his face as he also breathes heavily, and says:

- Damn Jess... You always know how to make me feel alive. You're the perfect girl and a perfect rocket queen. - He takes my hand on his, carressing it gently.

- My pleasure, Al. You know, you also makes my nights better. A hurricane on the case of a shy boy. - I chuckle and get closer to him, letting myself enjoy being in his presence and even a little cuddle.

- Yeah, I guess so. But looks like you're quite the opposite. A shy girl on the case of a hurricane. - His hands pull me closer for a hug as we cuddle after a savage session of love.

- Maybe you're right. I think we would work together, you know? - I chuckle, blushing a bit. My eyes shine for him as I feel somehow loved and warm on his arms.

- Yeah, I guess so, but you know we couldn't. You know I still date you know who... - His expression is sad, but he smiles as he sees I'm opening up a bit, letting my real self show up. My smile fades a little, as I look at him with sad eyes.

- Please Al. Pick me. Choose me. Love me. - I say in a sad tone, letting a tear fall from my eye. He wipes this tear, trying to make me feel better.

- I promisse I'll think about it, okay? Now, let's get some sleep, it's almost 5 AM. Good night, my darling. - He pulls me closer, hugging me as we cuddle.

- Good night, baby. - I hold his arms as I close my eyes to sleep. In my dreams, all I can think is being his number one, not being the other girl anymore. I don't think it's fair for his girlfriend, for him or for me. But I guess this is the kind of thing we submit ourselves for love. I love him, even if he doesn't love me back the same way.

The End

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