#this is the shirt all Ruben fans need

[sorceresski]

One Night Only - Ruben Dias

A/N: I can’t remember whose gif this is😭

In celebration of winning the league 😛💙

Pairing: Ruben Dias x female reader

Summary: A one night stand with a pretty stranger leaves him wanting more

Contains: SMUT, p in v sex, oral! fem receiving, alcohol consumption.

Maybe it was the alcohol? But he hadn’t taken that much. Winning the league didn’t mean he was suddenly dropping his habits, so he had nursed a glass all night and took a sip when his teammates hounded him for not drinking enough. Maybe it was the euphoria of winning the league? Yes, that was it. Anything to deny the obvious attraction he’d felt the moment he spotted her across the night club.

Her friends were gearing up for yet another round of shots. She did not seem interested but whooped as they raised their glasses. Ruben watched from the corner of his eye as she dragged her friends to the dance floor, swaying in the form fitting mini dress she wore.

“You look like a creep just watching them like that,” John said as he clapped his back. He laughed, hoping John would leave him but to his horror he began steering them both in the direction of the girls.

“Hey!” John raised his voice over the loud music. “You girls seem to be having a lot of fun, do want to come to our section?” They followed the direction he pointed in.

Ruben was staring again, unabashed.

“Sure!” They trailed behind the guys and someone ordered more drinks.

“I’m Ruben,” he finally introduced himself.

She shook his outstretched hand, “y/n.” She sounded more sober than he expected. “You’re a footballer, right?”

Ruben laughed, scratching his neck. It always came down to what he did for a living. “Yes, for City.”

“Too bad I’m on the other side of Manchester.” Ruben blinked, confused. “I’m a United fan.”

“Damn, and I thought we were beginning to have a great conversation. Pity” Y/n laughed at that. They continued the banter until someone suggested they leave, looking back, Ruben could not remember who it was. He found himself leading her up to his apartment and pushing her up against the door once they were inside. Telling himself the whole time that this was not something he should be doing.

He liked how she immediately responded, letting her purse drop and wrapping her arms around his neck. Her lips were soft and tasted vaguely of alcohol.

He kissed her neck making her writhe in his hold, a moan rewarding his efforts. “You’re stunning,” he murmured into her neck. Wetness pooled between her legs, she was desperate to speed things up.

She pushed his jacket below his shoulders and he shrugged them off. His shirt was next.

“Come on.” He cupped her ass and lifted her off the ground with ease. She wrapped her legs around him, pressing her front against him with need.

He set her down in his bedroom, watching as she reached down and pulled her dress over her head. Ruben raked his eyes over her, committing her to memory. He’d already decided he’d never see her again.

Y/n pulled him by the waistband of his pants, smashing her lips against his. He pushed her onto the bed, and began assaulting her neck. He made quick work of her bra and left love bites on the mounds of her breast, working his way down to her stomach and back up to her lips. She ran his hands through his hair and bare chest, feeling the muscles beneath the taut skin.

“Take this off, I want to feel you,” she whispered, as she tugged on the waist band of his pants with one hand, palming his hard length with the other.

He leaned back, taking his pants and briefs off with one swift motion. She gasped as he left soft kisses where she needed him most, moaning with each delicate flick of his tongue between her folds.

“Ruben, ple…oh yes,” she moaned deeply when he slipped a finger, then another into her, using both his hands and his mouth to pleasure her.

He watched her with dark eyes as she began to thrash in his bed. “Just like that.” She gripped the sheets, throwing her head back as he found a rhythm. Her orgasm rolled over her in waves. He rode it out with her, lapping at her juices until she began to push him away from overstimulation.

He kissed her deeply, letting her taste herself on his lips. He lined himself up with her entrance.

“Wait,” Ruben looked up concerned. “Do you have a condom?” At least one of them was thinking semi-rationally.

“I do, I’ll be right back.” He disappeared into the adjoining bathroom and returned a few seconds later with a condom. He slipped it on, returning to hovering over her.

She gasped when he pushed into her bottoming out with one thrust, her legs flying up to wrap around his waist.

He groaned, “Fuck, so tight.” He set a brutal pace as he pinned her hands above her head. Her words became an incoherent string of courses while he whispered praises in her ear.

She looked other worldly beneath him, he knew he wouldn’t last long. “Are you going to come for me again?” He asked, looking her in the eyes. She clenched around him in response.

“Come for me.” He released her hands to stroke her nub. That was the extra push she needed to send her over the edge. She came with a loud moan, her fingers leaving a trail of red down his back.

He wasn’t far behind and they rode out the high together.

Afterwards, he gathered her in his arms, inhaling her scent. Later, he wondered how perfectly they fit each other that night.

She was gone before his alarm rang the next morning.

[melanieph321]

Ruben Dias/Trent Alexander Arnold x Reader - Dark Rivarly Part 4/15

Part 5 and 6 are already out on my Patreon for FREE!

Reader is Trent Alexander Arnold's twin sister. The two have been inseparable since childbirth, more so now when Reader is fresh out of university looking for a job, crashing at her brother's place whilst doing so. One day Reader gets a job offer that she cannot refuse, however it would mean working for her brother's biggest rival in football, Ruben Dias.

Enjoy!

"You want me to be your what?"

"Stylist." Ruben repeated.

The shop was supposed to be closed as the time was currently fifteen minutes past nine. But apparently Ruben had sent for you earlier that day, however there had been some miscommunication between him and his assistant, ultimately leading to Ruben returning to Grandma's shop, looking for you personally.

"I'll pay you twice as much as you're getting here." He said. Clueless to the fact that Grandma wasn't paying you at all, working you like a slave.

"But why me? I'm not a stylist." You asked, still shook from the way he had barged into the shop, surprising you in the dark.

"Look, I'm in a bit of a crisis. My stylist just quit on me." He explained.

"She did? Why?"

"He actually. And I guess I sort of fired him."

"Oh. And why is that?"

Ruben looked to his feet, hiding his blossoming cheeks. "Well, after my appearance at the award ceremony in Portugal the other day. People..." He coughed. "My teammates to be specific, started calling me the leprechaun of Manchester City."

"Hmm. I wonder why?" You smiled.

"I'll admit that going with the green suit wasn't the best fashion choice I've ever made." He nodded. At least he was able  to see the funny side of it. To you Ruben had initially come off as someone who couldn't take a joke. Like his assistant for example. "I should have listened to you when you tried to warn me. But that's why I'm here, to listen to you, as my new stylist."

"I see." You said, folding your arms. You began circling him like a shark. "Even though I have no experience?"

He shrugged. "You seem to have enough fashion sense."

"Right."

You were currently wearing blue jeans and a Levi's t-shirt, complemented with a pair of run down sneakers. Ruben must really be desperate for a new stylist. You wondered how you could use this in your favor.

"And you didn't freak out when I came into your store the other day. Most people would have begged for an autograph or a video of me giving a shout out to their business. You didn't ask me to do any of that."

"Right." You nodded. In the back of your head you were laughing. "So you need someone unafraid to tell you like it is. For example when you make horrendous fashion choices and so on?"

"Exactly." He nodded. "I need someone just like that. I've worked with so many people that call themselves professionals but just end up kissing up to me. It's money wasted on my side, since I get people kissing up to me for free every day."

"Alright big boy, enough about your complaints of being rich and famous."

Ruben frowned. "I wasn't complaining."

"No?" You looked at him skeptically.

The corner of his lips twitched. "Okay, maybe I was complaining a little."

You chuckled.

"So this job offer, what else does it include?"

"What do you mean?"

"Beyond my salary I mean. What are the other benefits?"

"Well, you get to come with me to all of my events, football games and such."

You rolled your eyes.

"What? You don't like football?

"It's not that, I've just had enough of it in my life."

"Because of your brother?"

"What?" Your heart jumped.

Ruben laughed at your startled reaction. "It's just that when you mentioned him. It just seemed like he is a very passionate Liverpool fan."

"Right, a fan." You chuckled. "I guess you can say that."

"Yeah, some people get like that. I say it's bad for the sport when people get too personal about it. At the end of the day it's just a game."

"Tell that to Grandma." You muttered.

"What?"

You perked up "Nothing! So when can I start?"

Ruben's face lit up. "I'll have my assistant send a car for you tomorrow. I need to shop for a new wardrobe after firing my former stylist. I can't trust to wear anything he's made me buy."

"Hold up." You paused. "You're shopping for a whole new wardrobe. Like entirely new clothes?"

Ruben nodded. "Even socks."

"Right. I guess I'll see you tomorrow then."

"I'll see you tomorrow..." Ruben stepped up to you, offering his hand. "I didn't get your name."

Heat rose to your face. "It's Y/N. Y/N, Arnold."

"Nice to meet you Y/N Arnold, I'm Ruben Dias. Your new boss."

A thousand thoughts roamed through your mind, firstly how handsome Ruben looked up close. However you quickly shook that thought away. It was a dangerous thought. A thought that could lead to something messy. You wondered how Grandma would take it if you quit working at the shop. Technically you wouldn't need to quit, but you couldn't tell her that you were working for Ruben Dias, a Manchester City football player. What would your family say? What would Trent say?

Trent....

He would be outrageous. Betrayed to the bone, just like he betrayed you. The thought amused you, sincerely because it would be the ultimate revenge. The perfect revenge.

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"Look at her Ruben, she's too young, too inexperienced."

"She's perfect Miranda."

Less than twenty-four hours later, a car was sent to pick you up from your grandmother's address. You were taken to some obscure boutique in Manchester that was highly praised for their men's couture. Ruben named his budget and left you to it, whilst he and his assistant sat back discussing your arrangement as if you couldn't hear them.

"It's a gamble Ruben, if something goes wrong she'll...."

"It won't." He said sternly. You were surprised how much he was pushing to keep you, even though his assistant clearly thought otherwise. "Trust me, she's the right person for the job."

"I'll believe it when I see it." His assistant muttered. Just then you came baring a mountain of clothes.

"A little help." You groaned.

Ruben stood, unhanding you the many items. You had gone all out, picking out outfits for every occasion, casual and formal.

"I guess I better try these on." He said.

"Yes, and remember, black can never go with blue, nor red with white."

"Got it." He nodded and disappeared into the only dressing room in the shop.

"Ruben might think that this is a good idea, but I don't." Miranda, Ruben's assistant said.

You sat down next to her.

"Hiring a young girl like you to be his personal stylist can only end in heartache and I'm not talking about my heart or Ruben's."

You pondered her words and thought carefully how to respond. "I'm Y/N, by the way. I don't think we were probably introduced that day, you mistook me for my colleague Jennifer."

Ruben's assistant looked down at your outstretched hand as if you were offering her a shot of poison Ivy. Either way, she was too professional not to shake it. You startled her with your firm grip, making her meet your determined gaze. "I take it the term personal assistant, doesn't really require me to have a personal relationship with whom I'm working for. I'm only here to do my job and go home, no?"

His assistant searched your face, eyes narrowed. A sly smirk then twitched the corner of her lips. "That would mean a job well done, yes."

"Good." You let go of her hand. "Then we're both on the same page."

For you this arrangement was strictly business. Strictly revenge to be exact. There were no other strings attached.

"Yeah, this is what I'm talking about."

The curtains to the dressing room flung open and Ruben stepped out wearing a leather jacket, gray turtleneck and a pair of dark jeans that fit him a little too well.

"I like this look. Good job Y/N."

"Pleasure is all mine." You smiled.

His assistant stood. "Shall we take some pictures for your Instagram?" She pulled out a small camera out of her purse. A Canon camera to be exact, with the ultra lens. What seemed odd to you was perfectly normal to Ruben, who followed his assistant out of the shop and onto the streets. He began posing in front of the camera, leaning against a brick wall, whilst Miranda snapped a couple of shots.

"Are these for Ruben's Instagram?" You questioned.

"Yes." He answered, since Miranda ignored you. "People would love to see the outfit of the day, it's also the fastest way to get a response, see if you've done your job well." He winked.

You were still frowning. "Why aren't you smiling?" You asked.

"Huh?"

"In any of the photos. Why so serious?" Your words made him chuckle just as his assistant snapped a shot. Miranda groaned as she looked at her camera, examining the image.

"What? He looks good." You said, peering over her shoulders.

"He looks unprofessional." She said, "The brands that Ruben is working with won't want him beaming at the camera like a foolish boy."

"I bet the fans would love it." You said, to which Miranda turned to you with the nastiest of glares. Luckily Ruben appeared behind the both of you, his attention drawn to the image of him beaming like a foolish boy.

"Keep it." He said. "Y/N is right, the fans will love it."

You had the sudden urge to stick your tongue out at Miranda, however you managed to contain yourself, turning to Ruben and bowing your head with courtesy. The way he was looking at you, a stupidly boyish smile on his face, told you that doing your job was going to be harder than you thought. However it was all for one cause, to make Trent pay for what he had done.

[housesunstone]

Tell me more abt lucy and ruben 👀👀

You dont have to ask me twice!!!

Again this is all my own personal headcanon as semi-influenced by what we know as canon (this might also be used in a fic i might or might not be working on) I do not speak for official rat grinders lore

Lucy and Ruben first met in middle school (I think that is what it is called, not a thing where I am from). They were both partnered up in some class assignment. Lucy invited Ruben over so they could work on it after school, Ruben, being super chill and laid back, agreed. About half the project got done that night they just talked the rest of the time

After that, it was weird to see Lucy and Ruben without each other; they were a duo: her soft, kind, deeply caring soul and her laid-back, go-with-the-flow, caring best friend. Everyone just knew wherever Lucy was; Ruben wasn't far behind. If Ruben was somewhere, you could be sure Lucy was also there

When Ruben started his band, it was just him playing his ukulele; he was known for making a song out of anything. One day during lunch he just made a song up about Lucy on the spot. The better he got the more people wanted to make music with him, and Lucy was his number one fan since day 1.

Lucy would always go to all of his band practices, hang out in his basement and cheer the band on between songs. All of the others who were allowed to watch band practice shared a bowl and vibe. But it was always Lucy who cheered the loudest. She was the first one to have merch, it may have been just a t-shirt with some sharpie on it, but she wore it proudly and told everyone, "Just you watch; my best friend is going to be a star"

This was their last year in middle school before high school, and the duo became a trio. Kipperlilly came, and Lucy and her became close.

Ruben and Lucy didn't live too far from one another, they would often go to each others house in the middle of the night to just talk

Ruben took a keen interest into Ruvina and based on the conversations he and Lucy had, a lot of that went into his music

Lucy is first caught by Ruben when she brings the rats back, it is at that moment Lucy shares her more intimate beliefs about Runina that mortals were made to keep each other warm

Ruben doesn't tell anyone about this. Not until the bigger monsters get involved

Lucy becomes distant with Ruben towards the end of junior year before they go to the mountains of chaos. When Ruben tries to ask her why, she just brushes it off with faith stuff

Lucy is the last of her friends to be killed for Porter to shatter Star; she watches Ivy go down first, followed by Mary Ann, then Oisin, and Ruben. The horrified look on his face sends fear through her entire body. Before Kipperlilly goes down, she tells Lucy that things are going to be okay they can all be better this way. It's when Kipperlilly drops that Lucy looks at Porter and tells him she won't do this. She refuses to do this. Porter just laughs and tells her he never planned on bringing her back

Ruben is one of the last to wake up. He is met by Kipperlilly, who looks frantic, as Lucy still isn't moving. He runs over and screams and cries and pleads that she wake up. Hours go by, and she never does.

Ruben is the first to take the devil's honey, not to lie to some god but to himself, and no matter what, the devil's honey doesn't take away the anger, sadness, the hurt that he feels about Lucy. The devil's honey may be able to make him lie to himself, but those feelings never leave. Lucy's presence never leaves

Even with her gone and Ruben's new band, traces of the impression Lucy made on Ruben linger in every song. With Lucy gone, Ruben tries to ignore how empty he feels and how much he regrets not telling her his feelings

I think I need to stop here because I will keep going, and i already had to edit this down

[factorialsotherfandoms]

And for my last trick (on that account at least I did make more, but its not for here), some middle of the final episode of OPC fic for @wsdalt!!! Obviously, spoilers for that. Also throat injuries.

Afterwards

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Ordem Paranormal (Web Series) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Arthur Cervero & Rubens Naluti Characters: Arthur Cervero, Rubens Naluti Additional Tags: Missing Scene, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Campaign 04: Ordem Paranormal: Calamidade, references to choking, Aftermath of serious injury, Airports, limbo is really the only place to talk huh Summary: At the airport, Arthur buys Rubens a slushie

Fic below!

Rubens sits on the bench, hands in his lap as he waits for the plane. He sits alone now, a moment to breathe, the others having scattered about the airport.

One, two, breathe. Breathing. It's good to breathe. He likes breathing. Breathing is good. He approves.

His throat still hurts and catches, the bruises across it are obvious; with a hand he reaches up and brushes against delicate skin, shielding it from whatever may come.

One, two, three...

Rubens' face is also covered in bruises, to say nothing of what is beneath his shirt. It is almost surprising that they are allowed to fly as battered as they are, but everyone has cleaned up, and Renan cleared them to fly, and Carina spent plenty of money on getting them home so soon.

It's... it's still an airport.

They might be able to hide in the first class lounge until their private plane is ready for them, but an airport is a public place. They still are not entirely alone. They won't be alone until they are on the place, and Rubens will not be alone until he makes it behind his apartment door.

... Once it would have needed his bedroom door.

He tries not to think about that, and reminds himself how to breathe.

At the small hours of the morning, the breakfast bar feels like nausea and the pretzels are too sharp to swallow with his throat.

He knows.

He tried. A little bit ago, now.

Instead he curls up on a settee, comforting himself with Balu's booming voice not far away. Talking hurts, screaming hurts, but if he truly needed to he could probably catch their attention.

With a strangulation injury, Rubens knows he needs to keep quiet and limit his words. Straining his voice while the muscles heal will damage it further and, while he is not the biggest fan of words, he does like using them.

All the more reason to protect his throat.

"Hey Rubens."

He startles his attention upwards, his eyes meeting to Arthur's. Conscious of his voice he does not immediately speak, but tilts his head.

It hurts just as much - perhaps more. The his escapes, and his hands instinctively move to support his neck.

"Shit, you okay?" Arthur is a messy clatter of limbs, loud in the visual sense as he drops onto the next chair along. "I can call Dante if...?"

"Okay," Rubens whispers, one shaky hand pulling away for a thumbs up."

"Are you sure...?"

The nod he gives hurts, but he is expecting it this time. There was somehow no damage to the bones in his neck or spine, so it is a safe enough motion.

Even if hairline fractures in his cheekbones disagree.

... If not for the paranormal soaked into their veins, they really, really should not have been flying just yet.

"So... is cold good or bad right now? One of the shops was selling these," Arthur holds up a pair of ice slushies, one pink and one blue, held steady in a little cardboard carrier. "And, do you want one?"

If cold is good or bad, Rubens does not exactly care; he offers Arthur a smile, and reaches for the pink one.

Arthur's laugh is a little weak as he hands it over, bur his smile is bright enough, given... everything.

Rubens has only had a little to drink when he remembers Arthur's own battered body. He looks up from his cup, eyes glancing over Arthur. His injuries were less obvious, he had been well enough to drag Rubens' useless self away from the pile of gore, away from Damir's raging, but...

He remembers seeing him take some nasty hits, the way Arthur's own breathing turned ragged after one too many hits to the chest.

Gently he touches Arthur's cheek, turning his head. Checks what skin he can see for wounds, and his eyes for pain beyond the obvious.

"Rubens?" Arthur is confused for a moment, then seems to work it out. "I'm fine. I've got painkillers for the flight, and once we're back I'll just get Ivete home and sleep, yeah?"

It sounds like a wonderful plan, really. As soon as Rubens has healed enough that the hospital won't think he's a patient...

That is to say, he has his own plans. It's just that getting sleep could be... rough. After this mission. With an empty house and everything that happened...

But that is not a problem he can avoid, and neither is it one for now.

"You're okay?" Rubens manages, throat soothed a little by the cold.

"I'm okay," Arthur hesitates and then. "Are you sure you're okay? You were touching your neck, and...?"

He could just say he's fine.

But, even now, the slushie is positioned to protect his throat from another attack.

"It hurts," Rubens shrugs. "It was always going to hurt. I just..." his fingers shift to shield it from view again as someone walks by. "Scared."

Arthur's face softens, not quite pity, perhaps something born of having been here before, "just stick close; I won't let anyone touch you."

That is... not quite the point. Rubens takes another sip of his ice drink, and shifts to lean his weight on Arthur's side. His hands are too busy with his drink to consider a hug, but the contact feels... nice.

And Arthur doesn't pull away, just uses his head as an elbow rest.

That's fine. Between Johnny and Balu, Rubens is used to it.

It's not...

"You screamed for me," Rubens says, and hopes Arthur can find the layers within there - the thank you, even if it did not work.

"We're a team. You saved my mother," Arthur replies. "I don't think..."

Whatever Arthur doesn't think remains a secret, words trailing off into a sip of blue ice, and never picked back up again.

"Helped me up," Rubens hesitates there, disguising his thinking time in fast blinks and sipping at his drink again. "Balu would have, eventually. You had Joui, and-"

"Rubens," Arthur cuts him off, a sob already in his voice, something raw between them that neither wants to say and both knows they must. "You... You are more important than a corpse. Even the corpse of my best friend, I-" a sob "I am very glad you're alive. I need to see Joui, but... I needed to know you would be okay. And with Damir..." a shrug hides another sob, effect lost as Arthur reaches up to wipe at his eyes. "You were so close to him, and Kian, and there was so much blood. I couldn't-"

"I'm okay," he repeats, just in case. Then, knowing Arthur, he cautiously reaches over to touch the most severe of the wounds Arthur received. His hand hovers there, barely touching his shirt. "Me too."

"You scared us," Arthur abandons drinking his slushie to wrap his arm around Rubens. He is careful not to touch his neck, even as Arthur is not especially careful of any of his own wounds. "God, Rubens. Seeing him grab you and then... And I couldn't do anything, but you weren't squeezing the heart, and then you did but he knocked you out anyway, just kept punching and punching and strangling you, and Carina and Balu were trying to pull him away and it wasn't working and Dante was so far away, and then I couldn't see if you were breathing and he was getting up and we saw what he did to that guy and- And, fuck, Rubens, I'm so, so glad you're here. I'm so fucking glad you're here."

Rubens hums a little. He doesn't... Really remember, it all happened so far. One second he was trying to do as Dante asked and the next he was falling, then Kian was strangling him, blocking his vision, beating him and- And he remembers how his team screamed for him, but not the words. He only remembers being certain he would die, and then Arthur carefully waking him - hoisting his barely responsive body onto his shoulder - as Dante's hands hovered with the last vestiges of a ritual. "Thank you."

Arthur's voice sounds like he's smiling, though the angle of the hug means that Rubens cannot see. "I'll do it again. As often as you need. Just... don't make a habit of it? Someday Dante might not be there, and... I can't always protect you."

Rubens frowns, one hand shifting from his drink to trace from his neck to his scar. "No plans to."

"And keep it that way. I-"

If Arthur meant to finish his reply, it is lost in the speakers calling them to their gate. Before Rubens has even processed the words Arthur has drained his slushie, thrown the cup out, and is standing offering Rubens his hand.

Rubens blinks. One, two, takes the hand, and pulls himself up. He swings his bag - emptier than they arrived - onto his shoulder, and finds... Arthur's hand is still waiting for him.

He takes it.

Arthur squeezes his hand, and Rubens tries not to think about a pulsating heart; he squeezes back instead, and banishes all thoughts with another sip of his drink.

The others will meet them at the gate. If Rubens wishes to say anything else before Arthur leaves him for Dante and Ivete - a promise to do better and scare them less, an apology for being so ill-equipped for these situations as to worry them so, concern for Arthur and the team's safety too...

But whatever it is he might wish to say, the thought does not solidify in time; they reach the gate, and Arthur must let go to get his passport from his pocket, and then... Well, by then whatever it was is lost to time.

[notafraidofredyellowandblue]

Not sure if you've seen but twitter fandom has been exposing the weirdass art that the artist who made Richard's T-shirt design posts and I'm honestly concerned about his sanity if he actually saw any of that...

Hi anon! I do scroll twitter occassionally, but more out of habit that anything else; and i don't really follow the Richard 'fandom' because the posts I see have a habit of calling him names that I don't like (probably meant in an affectionate way, but it's not my thing).

But here's the thing: I may not like that, but that doesn't mean i think everybody should dislike it.

Art is the same, whether fan art or 'museum art' or whatever, there's art that is made to be pretty, art that is made to provoke, to shock, to be fun or to make you think.

Any art that makes you think is great, it helps in finding your limits, what you like and what you don't, what is in your comfortzone and what isn't. I am a big fan of paintings, of many styles, for instance I like Dali, Picasso, Rubens, Memling, Kandinsky, and particularly Franz Marc (i occassionally plan holidays specifically to see a paintings by him). I really dislike Arcimboldo, his works makes me physically queasy, like really. Does that mean that we should get rid of all Arcimboldo paintings? Don't think so, in the contrary, that too provoked my reaction.

Fanart is the same for me, there is some i like, and some i don't. I tend to appreciate the fun and cute stuff more than the 'hurt' or 'pain' art, even though i totally get that Rammstein inspires that as well. But it should all be there, the stuff I like and the stuff i don't. I'll choose not to visit some fan pages, because guess what: you can do that.

Art inspires art, Rammstein has said it, especially Richard has said it, and that he has no problem with fanart or fanfic because of that. With some of the reactions I see from fans, I sometimes wonder if they even 'understand' Rammstein at all...

I like patrii.roma's art, because her chibis have a great sense of humor, and her non-chibi work is imo very gorgeous (and recognizable). And different to what some fans might think, I'm absolutely sure Richard has seen her art: He shared one of her drawings (of him with Lemmy) years ago, his daughter shared some of the drawings on ig, and of Richard's bandmates Andrea Marino has more than once liked her drawings, and Joe Letz did a T-shirt merch with her himself. Some fans have the tendency to 'infantalize' Richard, treat him like he needs to be protected, like he can't form his own opinion. It's great that they are concerned, that they care. None of us know Richard personally, but I feel pretty safe to say he can handle himself.

Art is there to make you think, this art doesn't appeal to you, that is fine. Now inhale...exhale...don't follow the artist's page.

That's all..

okay, so this got long, so i'll stop now and see if patrii has something new today 🌺

[emoryinaboat]

!! !! !!

TYSM Does this mean introduce 3 ocs??? Idk it does now, just for u bestie <33

(Also important info, all my OCs are magic like it started as a Harry Potter thing but then we obviously transferred them to our own thing and here we are, gay idiots at magic schools)

Cassidy💫

(Bby ur my -inhale- aNGELLL)

Name: Cassidy

Age: 17

Pronouns: She/her (cis)

Sexuality: Omnisexual

General description: The sunshine in the biggest sunshine x stormcloud relationship we have

TRIVIA:

- She has spastic diaplegic cerebral palsy, she can walk independently but not for long so she uses crutches most of the time, wheelchair on low energy days

- All her mobility aids are covered in sanrio stickers or is otherwize bedazzled somehow

- She actually always has beads in her braids, picrew is just a bitch and never has her hairstyle :')

- Has an angsty autistic Kaz Brekker core boyfriend named Booker (my S/O made him) and they are disgustingly in love it's very cute

- She's really good at making origami and she's constantly making little lotuses and dinosaurs for Booker and little frog hoppers for his little sister Bessie

- Talks to her stuffies, she has s o many of them.

- Has been keeping diaries since she was 6, never doesn't have it on her. She's painted a bunch of little white rabbits on the cover because they're her lucky animal

- When she was 9-12 she put those bicycle beads that go click-click-click when you turn the wheel on her chair

- Adores puzzles, riddles and brain teasers. Her rubix cube record is 31 seconds, she's very proud of it

- Idk man she's just really pretty in an aesthetic way, like she always has cute patterns painted on her nails, she has hearts in her edges and eyeliner, she wears cute pajamas to bed, she's just very cute-

- Feels love pains in her arms, needs to squish something

- Love languages are physical touch, gift giving and quality time

Milan⚡

(Bastard./affectionate)

Name: Milan

Age: 18

Pronouns: He/him (cis)

Sexuality: Bisexual

General description: Leading man but he's a little fucked up actually/lh

TRIVIA

- Lead singer and frontman of a famous pop-punk-kindof boyband, at first me and wifey dearest(/lh) couldn't think of a name for the band so we started just calling them Guys Being Dudes but that's what they're called now.

- Is dating his other bandmates, Ruben (mine), AJ and Zach (both my S/O's). Won't shut tf up about them in interviews

- Early diagnosed with bipolar disorder after very nearly decimating their careers.

- Had a really traumatic fanmail incident when they were really starting to break it big. Has some issues with their fans now but he's working on that-

- Has a therapy rat named Eddie (after Venom, not Stranger Things). The band also has one of those crusty white woman dogs/lh named MJ

- He will tell you his favourite movie is Back to the Future. This is a lie, his favourite is How to Train Your Dragon

- Best friends with an Olympic gymnast named Evangeline, she's had to hear his pining for his bandmates for years now

- Was really emo when the band was just starting out. Like bottle blond smeared eyeshadow Set It Off Band-T over striped shirt emo

- He gave Ruben his first haircut and thus saved Ruben from the "Awful First Trans Haircut" narrative because he's been cutting his own hair since he was 11

- Kind of emotionally distant Catholic family. Didn't outright say they don't like his lifestyle but by god they made it known. He only sees them around holidays and he only attends church loosely or for special occasions

- Really loves interacting with fan content, his twitter is a constant spam of fanart and fanfic, he follows back content creators, he reads and hypes up fanfic, all the time

- When he's scared (like harmless horror movie viewing kind) he doesn't scream or jump or anything, he just tenses up and starts crying-

- Colours his nails in with sharpie

Caio 🏁

(I promise you he is not as threatening as the picrew shows he's just got a ~persona~)

Name: Caio

Age: 18

Pronouns: He/him (Cis)

Sexuality: Bisexual with a bigg male preference

General description: We're genius for this ship trope.

TRIVIA

- Drag racer, his cars are his fucking babies

- Yes that's cars plural, his adoptive parents are RICH rich and are away for work a lot so they give him and his sister Genesis more allowance than they know what to do with. So what's an ND adrenaline-seeking teenage boy gonna do? Drag racing of course.

- Autism and ADHD and enough people-pleasing trauma to power a small nation. Most of his past relationships were his partners not communicating their relationship expectations and him wanting more than casual hookups and kinda being used :/ and now he doesn't really know how to value his own needs he's working on it-

- But he has a boyfriend now and they are also disgustingly in love and they're gonna make it everyones problem. His name is Keanu (S/O's) and he's a drag queen and I told you we were geniuses for that

- HoH and always forgets to wear his hearing aids, he mostly relies on lip reading. He has a walkie-talkie-radio-thing in his car that flashes when Genesis needs to contact him mid-race (cos like. Cops)

- When he has meltdowns it creates these magic power surges, he's been known to blow out lightbulbs. Once broke down so hard that he cut off the whole house's power

- He used to be on the cheer team and he can still do the flips and stuff, still super flexible

- Has like. No actual friends-

- He acts big at races and stuff but he is just the embodiment of the autism creature. He is just an excitable affection puppy who intensely autism stares when he's hyped

- Is an awful gossip, he needs to know everything about everyone at all times

- He makes rly good coffee-

- Him and Genesis are both fluent in ASL but his parents never bothered to learn. Genesis goes nonverbal sometimes though so Caio acts as translator when that happens

- Love languages are quality time, physical touch, verbal affection and late night drives

[sara-helders]

All mine

Summary: The one where you and Ben ���hate” each other.

Warnings: Smut. Requested: Yes. Words: 3.2k

Author’s note: I’m so sorry, this one shot is so long... I got this request from an anon and I instantly came up with the story. This is also the first one I write... Let me know what do you think about it, and you can also request me anything you want. I hope you all like it.

“We can’t continue doing this…”

“Why not?” He asked. “We both have so much fun and I see you happy.”

“I know… It’s the best sex I’ve ever had.”

“Then why do we have to stop?” He asked again.

“No one can know about this. About us.”

“I’m fine about keeping this a secret, but babe, I won’t last much longer. My sister already asked me why I was so happy the other day.”

“And what did you tell her?!” I asked him.

“I let her know that I started seeing someone, but calm down, babe. I haven’t said anything else.”

“Okay…”

“But why do you want to be so secretive about us? It’s been almost two months.”

“Yeah, but I don’t know… It’s just… It’s just sex… Our friends know that we don’t get along.”

“Babe, but we do now. So fucking much. And you know it's not just sex anymore.”

Mason was sanctioned and couldn’t play in this Premier League away match, so he stayed at home and invited me to his house to watch it with him. Being a huge football fan myself, he knew that I would never miss a Chelsea match. Me and Mason have been friends for a really long time because our parents knew each other from a very young age. Mase was almost two years younger than me, and I’ve always seen him as the little brother I’ve never had. I’ve always followed and supported Mason wherever he went. It was almost time for the game to start. The commentators went through the line-ups once again.

“You coming to Reece’s party on Friday, right?” Asked Mason.

“I don’t know, Mase. I have stuff to do.” I answered.

“Like what?”

“I don’t know…”

“Ben’s gonna be there.” When I heard his name… I literally felt butterflies in my stomach, but I needed to maintain my composure. “Hasn’t he told you about it?”

“Why would he tell me about it?”

“Because I know that now you two spent time together. Alone.”

“What the fuck, Mason?”

“The other day I checked the Find My Friends app and I saw that you were at Ben’s house with him, and it was midnight, y/n.” Shit, yeah… I was there. We were doing adult stuff.

“Are you stalking me now?!” I raised my voice.

“So it’s true!” Exclaimed Mason.

“What?! No! It’s not true, Mason!”

“Oh, my God… Fucking Chilly… I knew eventually this was going to happen.” He was laughing.

“Don’t stalk me, Mason.” And I was mad at him.

“I wasn’t stalking you. I was just making sure you were safe at home after the gig you went to.”

“Well, don’t do it.”

“Because then I unveil your secrets?” He winked at me and I rolled my eyes.

I arrived at the party with Alex, my best friend and flatmate, and greeted some of the people I knew. When I saw Ben smiling and standing next to Mason I felt that my legs stopped doing their function. Mason waved at me, making sure that I saw him. My eyes were locked on Ben, and Ben’s eyes were locked on me. Fuck. He looked so good. He was wearing a white t-shirt, light grey trousers and overshirt, and a pair of white Nike AirForces. This was the first time that I was around both Ben and Mason since my childhood best friend discovered what was happening between us. For the past few days I didn’t make any more comments about it, but my silence has been giving me away. I made some small talk with Mason and some of his teammates who were also there, Reece, Kepa, Ruben, Christian, Kai and Jorginho.

“Hello, y/n.” I froze at the sound of his voice.

“Hello, Ben.” I tried not to smile when I said his name. I also noticed he was getting closer to me and whispered something in my ear.

“You look so fucking hot in this dress. You’re gonna kill me, babe.” My heart started beating so fast. It was quite cold outside but to me it felt we were surpassing the 30ºC.

I was wearing a satin royal blue slip dress that went just above my knees. Of course I had Ben on my mind when I found and bought this dress just a few weeks ago. It was only for him. I knew he would love it. This shade of blue… This Chelsea blue reminded me of him for obvious reasons. We were at the back of the house, exactly at the top part of the garden so we had full vision of all the people. I distanced myself from the group and went to grab a drink.

“A fucking Red Bull?” Someone asked behind me, and I already knew who it was.

“Yes, Benjamin. No alcohol tonight. Plus, you also drink one before every match.”

“Because I need energy.”

“Well, same tonight.”

“Oh, yeah... And why would you need energy tonight?” He was teasing me and getting closer to me. I couldn't resist much longer... He winked at me.

“Ben, no. Ben...”

“Just do one shot with me.”

“Okay, but just one.” I smiled at him and Ben approached the table with all the drinks, grabbed two small glasses and poured the liquid.

“Here.” He said giving me one of the two glasses of alcohol.

“Thanks, Ben.”

“You know, y/n… I missed you these days.” Confessed Ben.

“Ben, it’s been four days since the last time.”

“Y/n! Y/n! Come have some fun!” I turned around and saw Alex grabbing my arm and pulling me to the bottom part of the garden where most of the people were dancing to the music.

I mimicked the people and also danced to the music, trying to keep my mind off from Ben. I didn’t want to think about him, but I just couldn’t stop. An hour passed and I was having fun with Alex and two other girls we just met. At some point this guy approached me and started talking to me. He was kind of average, but his outfit was cool so I kept on with our conversation. I’m pretty sure he told me his name, but I didn’t catch it due to the loud music. Minutes passed and I was still thinking about Ben. While talking to this guy I couldn’t help it, but I kept scanning the crowd, trying to find Ben. But Ben wasn’t nowhere to be found. Where the hell was he? Was he trying to find me? Was he having fun with someone else? Why wasn’t he by my side? Fuck, y/n! Stop! Focus on this random guy.

“So what do you think?” I came back to reality and I literally had no idea about what he was asking me.

“What?! Sorry, I can’t hear you with the loud music.” I tried to make up an excuse.

“Let’s go there.”

He pointed to a spot with just a few people around and I followed him there. I discovered that we had a very similar music taste, and this attracted me to him a little bit more. But he wasn’t Ben. We kept talking about music and concerts that we’ve both been to when I suddenly noticed an arm being wrapped around my shoulders.

“Hey man, what the fuck?! You talking to my girlfriend?” I knew that voice so well…

“Sorry, man. I didn’t know she was your girl. Relax.”

“Ben, what are you doing?” I said angrily looking into his ocean blue eyes, but then when I turned around to see the guy I was getting to know, he was already gone. I was kind of enjoying talking to him even though I didn’t even know his name. But Ben has been ignoring me the whole night and I wasn’t going to wait for him…

“That guy is bad news.”

“And you are good news?”

“Yes.” He came closer to me and whispered in my ear. “I know you enjoyed what happened on Monday night.” I felt my whole body shiver remembering all the stuff we did that night at his house. I still don’t know how I managed to get up from his bed and drive back to my house because my legs hurt like hell. I could still feel them a bit sore.

“That can’t happen again.”

“I know you want more. You always come back for more.” He said while putting his arms around my waist and slowly pushed me closer to him. I couldn’t do anything else rather than looking at his stunning blue eyes.

“Because I like it.” I said quietly but he picked up every word despite of all the noise and music at the party.

“‘It’?”

“Yes.”

“Or ‘me’?”

“Very funny, Benjamin.” I looked past Ben and noticed some of our friends, including Mason, starring at us from a distance. Fucking Mason... He was grinning like a little kid on Christmas. I felt so embarrassed... He’s never seen me this close to his teammate and friend. My eyes focused again on Ben’s precious face. “Why don’t we go somewhere quiet and away from everyone?”

He didn’t have to think twice about my proposal. Ben slightly moved his body and still with one of his arms around my waist we started walking together to somewhere quiet – if that even existed because one of Drake’s songs was blasting on the speakers. It was a bit cold outside, but I was feeling the heat while being this close to Ben. I was dying to kiss him again, like we did on that Monday night and many more nights before that one. But no, I can’t kiss him because every time we kissed, we ended up having sex. And I wasn’t going to have sex with him in a garden, Reece’s garden.

“You were so jealous when I was talking to that guy.” I said to Ben once we were finally away from everyone. We split and I crossed my arms on my chest.

“No.” He responded.

“Yes, Benji. It was cute though seeing you jealous.”

“I wasn’t jealous. I just don’t like that guy.”

“Why? You don’t even know him.”

“You also don’t know him.”

“But I was trying to and then you came and scared the guy away.”

“I’m not even sorry.”

“Benjamin James Chilwell, being intimidated by a random guy and getting jealous…”

“Maybe a little…” He finally confessed and I let out a small smile.

“A little?” I needed to tease him.

“He doesn’t deserve you.”

“And do you know what I deserve and what I don’t, Chilwell?”

“Fuck, y/n.” He sighed and run a hand through his hair. “You don’t understand how fucking stunning you look tonight with this blue dress on. You’re driving me fucking crazy, babe. And I’m the only one who can take this dress off of you tonight.”

I was starting to feel some wetness between my legs… He was in front of me and I just couldn’t stop starring at him… at his face, at his body. He was fully dressed, but my mind went back to last Monday, the last time I had him naked on top of me, and inside of me.

“What are you staring at?” Ben asked and I came back to reality.

“You, of course. But I wish we weren’t here, right now.” I responded while he was taking some steps closer to me. Fuck. I was trying to play it hard, but I was too weak…

“Me too, babe.”

“But we can’t go, Benji… Our friends will notice.”

“And? You don’t work tomorrow and I have the day off, so let’s go to my place now.”

“Fuck, okay… Let me go find Alex and tell her that I won’t be returning home with her.” I got so close to him and gave him a kiss on his cheek.

“I’ll go tell Mason that I have to leave. Let’s meet at the front door. I can’t fucking wait to have you all by myself.”

“Benjamin, you already have me all by yourself.”

We separated but I had the need to be close to him again. I walked through all the people who were at this party trying to find my best friend Alex. The only person who knew about my real feelings towards Ben was Alex, so she understood when I told her that I was leaving. When I gave her a hug and told her to have fun she responded with “You too, but use protection.” I tried to hide and make sure Mason didn’t see me go to the front door to wait for Ben. When I made it to the front of the house Ben was already there.

“Come on, let’s go.” He said and grabbed my left hand with his right one. We left the house and walked to his bright yellow Lamborghini that was parked two streets away from Reece’s.

“You know, I can open the door myself.”

“Let me be a gentleman now because I won’t be one later, y/n.”

I didn’t know what to say because I could only feel my whole body shiver. We both got inside of the car and I put on my seat belt, ready for Ben to start the Lambo. I was checking the time on my iPhone when I noticed that Ben unbuckled my seat belt. I didn’t understand why he just did that, so my eyes instantly travelled to his. I didn’t have any time to react because his lips found mine so quickly. This kiss… I fucking needed it so much. We needed to release the tension between us, but I thought we were gonna wait until we got to his house. It was a desperate but very passionate kiss, with both of us moaning consistently. He was grabbing my face, not letting me go, and I had my arms around his neck, not letting him go either. I needed more. I fucking needed more. So I started moving from my seat to on top of him. I could feel the steering wheel on my back, but the kiss hadn’t stopped for any second. Ben’s hands travelled through all my body. When they arrived to my legs, my dress was already a little bit higher up due to my current position, and he intentionally moved it a little bit higher. Fuck. I could feel it. I was so wet right now. I needed him to stick at least one of his fingers inside of me.

“Ben, please. I fucking need you right now.” I moaned and broke the kiss. But he never stopped kissing me because his lips travelled from my lips to my neck.

“You’re so fucking hot, baby.”

“Ben, Ben, Ben.” I noticed that his hands were under my dress and I shivered again. His hands grabbed my undies and pushed them down. And then I felt how one of his fingers was on my pussy touching me.

“Holy shit, y/n. You’re so fucking wet.”

“I know, Benji. It’s all your fault.”

“I’m so hard right now, y/n.” His finger was moving, and when he found my clit he didn’t stop rubbing it. I was already so fucking close, I could feel it. I put my arms around his neck and also tried to hold myself with the headrest of his car seat.

“I’m so fucking close, Ben.” My legs started to shake even more and suddenly I had a bad time breathing. “Oh, Ben… Ben! Ben!” And that’s when I orgasmed.

“Fucking hell, babe. I wasn’t expecting this now.”

“Holy shit, Ben. That felt so fucking good.”

“I need to fucking be inside of you. Let’s go to my house now.”

“Benji…” I looked at the back seats.

“No, babe.” He understood what I meant. “As much as I would like to do it right here, right now. I need to fuck you like you deserve and on my bed, again.”

“Okay, but drive safely.”

I put my undies back up and kissed Ben on the lips before sitting back on the passenger seat and fixing my dress. I could still feel my pussy burn. And holy shit, he only used one finger. Ben turned on the engine and started to drive. Reece’s house was only 15 minutes away from Ben’s but it felt like 50 minutes. I was dying to get off this car and arrive at Ben’s place. While driving, Ben put his left hand on my right thigh. He was caressing my thigh like he didn’t want to miss a second without touching me, like he didn’t want me to open the car door, jump and disappear. But he didn’t have to worry. I didn’t want to go. I wanted to spend as much time as possible with him. We both wanted the same.

We arrived at Ben’s around 1.30am and we both stepped outside the car so fast. We got inside the house and as soon as he closed the door, he grabbed me and started to kiss me again, but not before whispering in my ear “Fucking finally.” We went to the first floor of his house and straight to his bedroom. I knew exactly where it was. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other and he didn’t stop giving me small kisses. I could feel his bulge and it turned me on. We got to his bedroom and didn’t turn on the lights because the light that was coming from outside was enough for us.

He layered me carefully on his bed and started to kiss me more passionately. I wanted to finally rip off his clothes so badly. He took off his overshirt, I grabbed his t-shirt and pulled it over his head, with Ben helping me to do it faster. He then unbuttoned his jeans and took them off while I stared at him. My dress was not covering my underwear anymore, not that it mattered to me but I wanted it gone. I unzipped it from the side and Ben helped me to take it off.

“How many rounds do you think you can handle tonight?” Ben whispered in my ear.

“I don’t know, Benji. I hope a lot.” I kissed his lips and he smiled instantly.

That’s been the best sex of my life. I lost count of how many rounds we went through and all the things we did to each other. I could still feel my pussy beating to the fast pace of my heart, and my legs felt so sore after being open for so long. We were both on his bed, fully naked and tangled with each other. I could feel and hear his heart beating, it was slowly getting to a normal pace. He had one arm around me and was caressing me with his hand. He also placed some kisses on my head. I wished I could stay like this forever.

“You know, it really turned me on when you called me your girlfriend tonight at the party.” I confessed.

“If you want I can call you my girlfriend permanently.” I smiled at his comment and gave him a small kiss on his cheek. “And you can call me your boyfriend permanently.”

“I think we have a deal here, Chilwell.”

“But after some time I’ll have to call you my fiancé and later my wife, Mrs. Chilwell.”

“Benjamin! Not so fast!”

[tommyspeakycap]

it ur a singer ruben goes to all ur shows v low-key, and fans catch him filming ur performance (imagine joe when he saw taylor at the two tour) just smiling when u sing songs about him (gorgeous by taylor cos that man can certainly turn me blue) (yes that is a paper rings reference) and thinking about the times u wrote songs in the middle of the night and woke up exicted to play then and loves it even if u disturb his healthy sleep patterns😩- (gonna name myself ruben anon)

YES HELLO MY RUBEN ANON😻😻😻

ohmygod yes!!!!!

He films it in an attempt to be discrete but sometimes people will catch clips of him doing it and when you stumble across those pictures and videos it literally makes you scream with how adorable he looks in a tour t-shirt with your name scrawled across the left breast with the tour date list on the back just smiling hugely watching you - usually singing about him without telling him it’s actually about him. Most everybody knows they’re about him except for him.

Sometimes he’ll roll over in the night, exhaling still fully asleep until his hand hits the empty bed and he’ll sit up groggily. He shuffles out of bed, trudging around in his boxers until he finds you sitting on the balcony looking out over the city with all of its beautiful lights from high above. You scrawl words out onto paper, or type away at your laptop with your guitar on your lap and something to pin down your paper so it doesn’t flutter away in the wind.

“What’re you doing up, princesa.” He hums, crouching down behind you, rubbing your bare arms in a way that tries to warm you up before he grabs a blanket to drape around your shoulders. “I had an idea i needed to write it down but i’m not so sure now.” You grumble, words split by a yawn. Rúben laughs, opting to sit himself down beside you to share the blanket. “Let me hear it, then.” He smiles tiredly, “I’m sure it’ll be almost as beautiful as you.”

Though you both know he should be sleeping and Pep would kill you if he knew that you were disrupting his precise schedule like this, Rúben easily forgets that when the sound of your voice gently starts humming out your words melodically in time with the guitar.

His beautiful, talented princess.

[rhetorical-ink]

Haikyuu!! SPOILERS: Chapter 401, How We Connect the Dots.

**PENULTIMATE SPOILERS BELOW**

I just posted a video with my live reactions to the chapter, but here are my highlights, because FURUDATE YOU MADMAN GENIUS. This chapter connected so much together. So, let’s do:

My Top 10 Thoughts on Haikyuu!! Chapter 401:

10. Of course. In true Furudate fashion, he has Kageyama block the spike from Hinata, BUT, what Kageyama doesn’t realize is all the training on the beach Shoyo has done to prepare for such a moment. And that heel kick! *swoons* Also, someone reacting to Season 4, Episode 9 of the anime, where Hinata kicks the ball back to himself called this happening all those months ago...Furudate is next level at foreshadowing. Not that we didn’t already know that.

9. Hey, remember how in the VERY FIRST chapter of Haikyuu!! Shoyo did this crazy run across the court to score? Yeah, Furudate knows we remember. And he pulls this -- and Kageyama’s beautiful reaction, only for --

-- Only for it to all be a DECOY. Kageyama, you made this monster, you know. I love that Shoyo has come all this way from wanting to score all the points to accepting that the decoy DOES have a vital role to play, and in this instance, it’s allowing Bokuto to score the winning point for the MSBY Black Jackals. Just look at that smile! And of course, Tanaka and Asahi KNOW the power of Hinata as a Decoy...because they’ve been in Bokuto’s shoes before. 

8. UGH, the aftermath of that moment is glorious, which will detail down below -- but I love Shoyo and Kageyama’s interaction, though. How they’re still keeping track of each other’s wins and losses, exhausting Miya, hilariously, and showing that they’re on equal footing now, after all these years. This chapter is just cementing the last several chapters’ worth of character development. 

7. ARE YOU SHIPPERS READY FOR YOUR FOOD?!

Because these next few pages were healing my shipper heart. I mean, yes, the Kagehina fanbase is raving right now, but let’s talk about THESE ships below, starting with:

Tsukishima x Yamaguchi:

So, Tsukishima, of course, is not sappy about any of this and just points out how the season’s just getting started (ready the fanfics, y’all). 

And of course, Yamaguchi wants to watch Tsuki play! Yachi says she’ll come too! I LOVE how just like he was with Akiteru, he doesn’t want them to come watch (even though we all know he’ll love it when they’re there). Now, some people have commented that Yamaguchi could be with Yachi, but y’all...Yachi is in Tokyo. Yamaguchi and Tsuki both live in Miyagi. I can’t wait for all the Sendai Frog/TsukiYama fanfics!

If you’re looking for an extra Kagehina crumble, just look at the end of this adorable exchange between Romero, smol adorable Rubens, and Shoyo (who perfectly crouches down to talk to him MY HEART I CAN’T), to see Kageyama notice that Shoyo can speak multiple languages...oh, honey! If only you know about Hinata and Pedro’s marathons of DBZ in Portugese and English! ^^

Also, Furudate WE SEE YOU. We see you being meta and implying that now Haikyuu!! is over, he’s moving on...Akaashi’s line about going forward hit me hard...it’s like he’s telling us, the fandom, that going on to start something new isn’t so bad. SO YOU SAY. 

BOKUAKA NATION -- WE CANON NOW, RIGHT?!

I love that Akaashi gets to interview Bokuto (IS HE GOING TO BE THE STAR of the Volleyball manga Tenma Udai is writing?! He would be PERFECT for it!) and how happy Akaashi looks, even if he and Bokuto realize how differently they view the term “normal.” 

ALSO, it’s implied above that Akaashi, Bokuto, and Tenma were going out for drinks...which now....we know that it’s just Bokuto and Akaashi, since Tenma was going home. Uhm, FAN FIC WRITERS ASSEMBLE!

I also love that Udai joins the club, along with Fukurodani’s coach and manager, of people who realize that Bokuto and Akaashi are weirdos but they are weirdos together, so it’s fine. 

Keeping the “Ship Train” going, we get little bits of Shimizu x Yachi from the bathhouse before the Inarizaki Match, where Kiyoko finally acknowledges she is okay showing her legs...thanks to Yachi’s words. I also find Suga wanting to know “the tea” on the situation to be adorable. 

AND FINALLY, YES, Y’ALL:

I was spoiled with Kuroo’s return, but seriously, Furudate, you saved him for the end here so INTENTIONALLY. 

Because OF COURSE Kuroo would work for the JVA. As a promoter. CONNECTING people...with Volleyball...because that’s the Nekoma way.

And FURUDATE ARE YOU SUGGESTING TO US THAT KUROO AND KENMA ARE BUSINESS PARTNERS AND COLLABORATORS BECAUSE MY KUROKEN HEART IS SOARING -- 

-- and let it be known Atsumu Miya rightfully doesn’t trust Kuroo, and neither does Sakusa. A nice SakuAtsu crumb where we actually see Sakusa agree with Miya without sacrasm or question! Poor Shoyo is a salesman’s dream, though. I mean, Kuroo does look a little sketchy in some of those shots...BUT....

6. Kuroo’s speech about sports was SO fitting. Seriously, everything he says here is BASICALLY what makes Haikyuu!! such a great series. I DID laugh out loud at the line about “hardly anybody dies.” 

*Flashbacks to “Dead Daichi” meme*

5. It’s taken us the ENTIRE series, but Kageyama finally talks to Kindaichi and Kunimi. This was so heartwarming, seeing Kageyama wanting to play WITH THEM. AS A TEAM. This made my heart expand three sizes. The character development on Kageyama, and Kindaichi, is through the roof.

I also LOVE Kunimi the most in these panels. Kunimi is a MOOD. 

Y’ALL. I’VE WAITED 400 CHAPTERS FOR THIS PANEL OF THESE THREE HAPPY AND BECOMING FRIENDS AGAIN.

4. I love that Hoshiumi doesn’t see Hinata as a Rival, but as someone that is going to help him show the rest of the world the strength of someone who doesn’t have height. I also find it interesting that we see the Japanese Olympic Coach walking out just as Hoshiumi gives us that beautiful gaze. So...does Hoshiumi know he’s going to be on the Olympic team, with Hinata, maybe? Foreshadowing, perhaps?

3. Okay, okay, I held it together until this page. 

It wasn’t Ushijima’s panel with Washijo that got me.

It wasn’t Saeko and Akane reuniting, though that was sweet. 

It wasn’t the three “Pure Captains” reuniting, though it made my heart happy.

It honestly wasn’t the five first years together, either. They’re all so happy and having a laugh at Kageyama’s expense, and as beautiful as that panel is.

SUGAWARA IN LINE TO GET KAGEYAMA’S AUTOGRAPH.

That is what got me. 

Him in line, so meekly, to get the autograph of his kouhai, the man Suga joked would have to tell about how much he learned from HIM when he was giving out interviews and autographs...I just...Sugawara made me cry. That is all. 

2. Then there’s this last page. 2021. 

"We overcame difficulties and stand here.”

Furudate really said “screw you” to Covid messing up the timeline.

Yes, seeing Kageyama and Hinata in their original jersey numbers was amazing, but I think we all saw that coming if these two happened to get on the Olympic team. 

What I want to focus on are the two countries we see included in the bottom corner here. We see: 

Brazil -- and some fluffy haired man carrying the flag for the team.

And we see the United States -- there’s several American Flags and stars and stripes on the shirts of the crowd, there.

SO, HEADCANON TIME: 

* Oikawa was on the Argentinean League, so could he play for Brazil? It’s not likely, but not impossible....BUT, I don’t think that’s it.

I don’t think Oikawa is on Japan’s National Team for the Olympics.

If he is on the Olympic Team, I think he’ll be on America’s. 

Why? Because, and this could be because I’m the biggest IwaOi shipper, but Iwaizumi was still in the United States with Ushijima’s father at the end of Chapter 395. And if he’s still there, there is no reason why Iwaizumi couldn’t be a physical trainer alongside Ushijima’s father for the U.S. Olympic team. And why wouldn’t Oikawa trek over to the States to be on the same team as Iwa-Chan’s working with? I’m probably wrong, BUT -- 

We also still need to see Seijoh’s banner, and as others have theorized, how fitting would it be to see Hinata, Kageyama, and (probably) Ushijima on the team facing Oikawa? I just....I’m betting money that Oikawa shows up in 402. I hope we at least see him on the Olympic Stage. OIKAWA DESERVES IT. 

1. So, who are we missing that hasn’t been shown yet?

We still need to see the rest of Nekoma (Lev, Yaku, Yamamoto, Kai....could they be in the stands or on the Japan team? I guess we’ll find out!)

We haven’t seen Daishou and Mika -- I would love to see them watching or narrating in the audience during the Olympic game.

And finally, yes, we’ve seen Tendo in the Chapter 395 flashback, but we’ve never seen what he’s DOING. Furudate has shown us with every character what they’ve been doing since the timeskip....EXCEPT TENDO. I’m calling it that he’ll appear one more time next chapter, too.

So....guys....I’m staying off of Social Media from Wednesday to Sunday next week, to prep for the last chapter and not be spoiled. I’m going to do a live reaction for YouTube, and I’ll post it here. You can see the one I did for 401 now. 

Furudate, this series has been immaculate. Time for one more round.

Let’s all cry together next week.

[footballerimaginess]

2020 Imagines

Here are all of my imagines which I have posted in the year 2020. It has been a long year, so of course I have posted so much that I actually forgot I even wrote some of these imagines. But please enjoy reading these, I would love to know what your favourite imagine I wrote is. Also can you show this some love, I have put so much effort into writing all these imagines as well as putting this list together. 

JANUARY  1) Leroy Sane - You’re hiding something from me part 2 2) Roman Burki - Adopting A Princess Part 2  3) Jesse Lingard - She’s A Bully Part 2  4) Karim Benzema - Girlfriend Or Wife Part 2  5) Ben Chilwell - Member Of The Crew  6) Eric Dier - Birthday Love  FEBRUARY  1) Jack Grealish - After Game Fun  2) Andy Robertson - Friends Or More?  3) Trent Alexander Arnold - Press Conference  4) Kostas Manolas - Cup Of Tea  5) Dele Alli - Rebound  6) Pierre Emerick Aubamayeng - Not A Secret  7) Hector Bellerin - Back Home  8) Paulo Dybala - Down To The Wire  9) Trent Alexander Arnold - Morning Riser  10) Frenkie De Jong - Coffee Date  11) Dele Alli - Playstation  12) Trent Alexnder Arnold - Supportive Boyfriend  13) Hector Bellerin - In The Stands  14) Jan Vertonghen - Hard Times  15) Niklas Stark - Feeling Lonely  16) Mauricio Pochettino - Dad’s The Word  17) Federico Bernardeschi - Spa Day  18) Piotr Zielinksi - Pamper Session  19) Jesse Lingard - Secret Fan  20) Marcus Rashford - That Ex  21) Jesse Lingard - Mummy Daddy Fighting  22) Jesse Lingard - Jealous Boy  23) Federico Bernardesch - Surprise Birthday Party  24) Zlatan Ibrahimovic - Home Sweet New Home  25) Paulo Dybala - Old Football Club  26) Alex Meret - How We Met  27) Dele Alli - Say Goodbye  28) Jesse Lingard - New Boots  29) Federico Bernardeschi - Disney Princess  MARCH  1) Jan Vertonghen - Stupid Fight  2) Ben Chiwell - Barbecue Night  APRIL  1) Eric Dier - Baby Kicks  2) Paulo Dybala - Friends with benefits  3) Alex Oxlade Chamberlain - I want pickles  4) Jesse Lingard - Gender Reveal Party  5) Trent Alexander Arnold - Multiple Babies  6) Roman Burki - Baby’s Room  7) Harry Winks - Hormonal  8) Ben Chilwell - 9 Months  9) Kylian Mbappe - Missing The Birth  10) James Maddison -  Daddy’s Day Out  11) Julian Brandt - Sick Baby  12) John Stones - John The Softy  13) Frenkie De Jong - Blurb  14) Eric Dier - Easter Blurb  15) Neymar - Just No More  16) Julian Brandt - Easter Blurb  17) Harry Kane - Easter Blurb  18) Paulo Dybala - Easter Blurb  19) Eric Dier - Easter Blurb  20) Christian Pulisic - Baby Goes Home  21) Federico Bernardeschi - Sweet Music  22) Antoine Greizmann - Can We Have A Baby  23) Leon Goretzka - Baby Shopping  24) Dele Alli - I Feel Sick  25) Joshua Kimmich - Baby Kimmich  26) Virgil Van Dijk - My Little Mascot  27) Eric Dier - Lego Buddies  28) Tyrone Mings - Gym Workout  29) Ben Davies - Afternoon Nap  30) Jadon Sacnho - FaceTime Calls  31) Frenkie De Jong - Blurb  32) Julian Brandt - Blurb  33) Kepa Arrizabalaga - Blurb  34) Jesse Lingard - Blurb  35) Frenkie De Jong - Blurb  36) Pau Torres - Blurb  37) Christian Pulisic - TikTok Challenges  38) James Maddison - Night Walk  39) Dele Alli - Playstation Games  40) Reiss Nelson - Distraction  41) Alvaro Medran - Snakes And Ladders  42) Paulo Dybala - Work Work Work  MAY  1) Jan Vertonghen - Virtual Quiz  2) Ben Chiwell - Dinner Party  3) Hector Bellerin - Shaved Head  4) John Stones - Lockdown Date Night  5) Kai Havertz - Bake With Me  6) Julian Brandt - I’m with you  7) Pau Torres - Sore Loser  8) Thorgan Hazard - Painter  9) Harry Winks - The Baker  10) Ximo Navarro - Bored In The House  11) Ben Chilwell - Member Of The Crew Part 2  12) Jesse Lingard - Blurb  13) Jadon Sancho - Blurb  14) Eric Dier - Blurb  15) Virgil Van Dijk - Blurb  16) Eric Dier - Beauty Therapist  17) Hector Bellerin - Come Live With Me  18) Jadon Sancho - Blurb  19) Roman Burki - Blurb  20) Marcus Rashford - Blurb  21) Julian Brandt - Blurb  22) Federico Bernardeschi - Blurb  23) Paulo Dybala - Blurb  24) Sergi Roberto - Blurb  25) Dele Alli - Blurb  26) Trent Alexander Arnold - Blurb  27) Dele Alli - Blurb  28) Harry Winks - Blurb  29) Marco Asensio - Blurb  30) Eric Dier - Your Biggest Fan  31) Hector Bellerin - Two Dogs  32) Eric Dier - Amusement Park  JUNE  1) Trent Alexander Arnold - My Eyes Are Up Here  2) Kylian Mbappe - Grip your hair  3) Trent Alexander Arnold - You haven’t lost me  4) Ben Chilwell - There’s A Monster  5) Kylian Mbappe - Why are you in my room?  6) Jack Grealish - Don’t Leave  7) Kylian Mbaeppe - Stretch Marks  8) James Maddison - Dog’s Best Friend  9) Kylian Mbappe - My Body Wash  10) Marco Asensio - First Zoo Trip  11) Dele Alli - We’re not just friends  12) Neymar - I fell in love with you, not them  13) Dele Alli - In The Loft  14) Ben Chiwell - Nothing is wrong with you  15) Lukasz Pisczesk - Single Life  16) Donny Van De Beek - You make me weak  17) Marco Reus - The alcohol’s taking  18) Paulo Dybala - Stubborness  19) Nicolas Taglifico - Is That My Shirt?  20) Anyone You Like - Father’s Day  21) Jadon Sancho - Blurb  22) Dominic Calvert Lewin - Blurb  23) Dominic Calvert Lewin - Blurb  24) Ross Barkley - Blurb  25) Trent Alexander Arnold - Blurb  26) Trent Alexander Arnold - Blurb  27) Jadon Sancho - Blurb  28) Dele Alli - Blurb  29) Kylian Mbappe - Blurb  30) Dele Alli  Blurb  31) Jadon Sancho - Blurb  32) Lionel Messi - Blurb  33) Olivier Giroud - Blurb  34) Eden Hazard - Blurb  35) Jadon Sancho - Blurb  36) Trent Alexander Arnold - Blurb  37) Trent Alexander Arnold - Blurb  38) Jadon Sancho - Blurb  39) Harry Kane - Blurb  40) Robert Lewandowski - Blurb  41) Sergio Ramos - Blurb  42) Eden Hazard - Blurb  43) Jack Grealish - Blurb  44) Sergio Ramos - Blurb  45) John Stones - Blurb  46) Frenkie De Jong - Always On My Mind  47) Antoine Griezmann - I’m not being used no more  48) Leon Goretzka - You make me safe  49) Federico Bernardeschi - I think I’m in love with you  50) Jesse Lingard - It’s always been you  51) Marcus Rashford - I’m not going anywhere  52) Eric Dier - Bubble Bath  53) Antoine Griezmann - Rest Of My Life  54) Stefanos Kapino - Up All Night  55) Trent Alexander Arnold - So Kissable  56) Trent Alexander Arnold - The things you do to me  JULY  1) Dele Alli - Black Joggers  2) Ben Chilwell - Member Of The Crew Part 3  3) Hector Bellerin - To My Ex  4) James Maddison - A Little Miracle  5) James Maddison - A Little Miracle Part 2  6) Eric Dier - In The Shed  7) Isco - Blurb  8) Eric Dier - Blurb  9) Marcus Rashford - Blurb  10) James Maddison - Blurb  11) Ben Chilwell - Blurb  12) James Maddison - Blurb  13) Ben Chilwell - Blurb  14) Trent Alexander Arnold - Blurb  15) Dele Alli - Blurb  16) Leon Goretzka - Blurb  17) Eric Dier - Blurb  18) Federico Bernardeschi - Blurb  19) Federico Bernardeschi - Blurb  20) Toby Alderweireld - Blurb  21) Julian Brandt - Blurb  22) Christian Pulisic - Blurb  23) Tyrone Mings - Blurb  24) Harry Winks - Blurb  25) Jack Grealish - Blurb  26) Jadon Sancho - Blurb  27) Eric Dier - Blurb  28) Eric Dier - Blurb  29) Sergi Roberto - Blurb  30) Hector Bellerin - Blurb  31) Allison Becker - Blurb  32) Raul Jiminez - Blurb  33) James Justin - Blurb  34) James Maddison - Blurb  35) Steven Bergwijn - Blurb  36) Giovani Lo Celso - Blurb  37) Giovani Lo Celso - Blurb  38) Emil Krafth - Blurb  39) Nick Pope - Blurb  40) Tyrone Mings - Blurb  41) Virgil Van Dijk - Blurb  42) Jack Grealish - Blurb  43) Ruben Loftus Cheek - Blurb  44) Hector Bellerin - Blurb  45) Max Aarons - Blurb  46) Mason Mount - Blurb  47) Ruben Loftus Cheek - Blurb  48) Virgil Van Dijk - Blurb  49) Wilfried Zaha - Blurb  50) Hector Bellerin - Blurb  51) Sergio Aguero - Blurb  52) Dominic Calvert Lewin - Blurb  53) Dominic Calvert Lewin - Blurb  54) Dominic Calvert Lewin - Blurb  55) Dominic Calvert Lewin - Blurb  56) Dominic Calvert Lewin - Blurb  57) Dominic Calvert Lewin - Blurb  58) Aaron Connolly - Blurb  59) Raul Jiminez - Blurb  60) Jesse Lingard - Blurb  61) Dele Alli - Blurb  62) Trent Alexander Arnold - Blurb  63) Che Adams - Blurb  64) Neco Williams - Blurb  65) Todd Cantwell - Blurb  66) Jack Wilshere - Blurb  67) Todd Cantwell - Blurb  68) Jack Grealish - Blurb  69) Callum Wilson - Blurb  70) Sander Berge - Blurb  71) Tyrone Mings - Blurb  AUGUST  1) Eric Dier - I’m moving teams  2) Neymar - I’m moving countries  3) Reiss Nelson - I can’t ignore this  4) Paulo Dybala - I’m you number one supporter  5) Leon Goretzka - Surgery  6) Marcus Rashford - I can’t handle it  7) Dele Alli - The Media  8) Dele Alli - I’m so proud of you  9) Ben Chilwell - Dream  10) Marco Asenio - Medal round your neck  11) Harry Winks - My biggest game of my life  12) Federico Bernardeschi - I can’t play this season  13) Rhian Brewster - It’s an honour  14) Marc Bartra - My Baby  15) Ruqui Puig - I’m struggling not playing  16) Jadon Sancho - Play for your country  17) Alex Oxlade Chamberlain - Daddy has to go now  18) Ben Chilwell - Why does daddy need to go? 19) Trent Alexander Arnold - That Trophy  20) Dele Alli - I should have done better  *21) Noah Beck - Broody Beck  22) Kylian Mbappe - You could have been nicer  23) Eric Dier - The Dirty Text  24) Tyrone Mings - Sigh  25) Christian Pulisic - Attention  26) Jadon Sancho - Kissing your best friend  27) Trent Alexander Arnold - Naked  28) Tyrone Mings - Is your man still around?  29) Ben Chilwell - Rating the day  30) Trent Alexander Arnold - I ate all your snacks  31) Jordan Henderson - The wrong name check  SEPTEMBER  1) Paulo Gazzaniga - I have a human growing  2) James Maddison - You are pregnant?  3) Ben Chilwell - I miss daddy  4) Nicolas Tagalifico - Stretch Marks  5) Federico Bernardeschi - Pregnancy Test?  6) Marco Asensio - Wrapped round your little finger  7) Eric Dier - Bump is in the way  8) Harry Winks - My life is complete with you  9) Julian Brandt - The First Meeting  10) Eric Dier - You bought the kids a dog?  11) Eric Dier - I’m too young to have a baby  12) Kai Havertz - Troublesome Twins  13) Paulo Gazzaniga - I’m Late  14) Eric Dier - I can’t do this  15) Reiss Nelson - He is kicking  16) Jack Grealish - Skin To Skin  17) Marco Asensio - Pregnancy is hard  18) Paulo Dybala - I need a plaster  19) Antoine Greizmann - Stomach Bug?  20) Frenkie De Jong - Pregnant Again  21) Ben Davies - It’s your turn  22) Roman Burki - We do make cute babies  23) Joshua Kimmich - Pregnancy Hormones  24) Leon Goretzka - You are pissing me off  25) Nemanja Matic - Sneaky Wine  26) Jadon Sancho - Where do babies come from?  27) Harry Kane - Triplets  28) Trent Alexander Arnold - Homework  29) Dele Alli - Baby Clothes  30) Trent Alexander Arnold - Nothing fits me  OCTOBER 1) Tyrone Mings - Story - Trick Or Treat  2) Tyrone Mings - Story - Trick Or Treat Chapter 2  3) Tyrone Mings - Story - Trick Or Treat Chapter Three  4) Tyrone Mings - Story - Trck Or Treat Chapter Four  5) Tyrone Mings - Story - Trick Or Treat Chapter Five  6) Reiss Nelson - Trick And Treating  7) Dele Alli - Halloween Party  8) Leon Goretzka - You scared me  9) Dele Alli - Scary movie night  10) Ben Chilwell - Sweets  11) Jack Grealish - I hate scary films  12) Marcus Rashford - Ghost  13) Eric Dier - Halloween Decorations  14) Eric Dier - Scaredy Cat  15) Trent Alexander Arnold - Scary Date Night  16) Tyrone Mings - Prank War  17) Emre Can - Someone touched me  18) Reiss Nelson - Bedtime Story  19) Harry Winks - I’m not dressing up  20) Jadon Sancho - Ouijia Board  21) Christian Pulisic - I want them sweets  22) Eric Dier - Ghost Train  23) Ben Chilwell - Blurb  24) Eric Dier - Burb  25) Jack Grealish - Blurb  26) James Maddison - Blurb 27) Jesse Lingard - Blurb  28) Ben Chilwell - Blurb  29) Son Heung Min - Blurb  30) Stefanos Kapino - Blurb  31) Takumi - Blurb  32) Jack Grealish - Blurb  33) Hector Bellerin - Blurb  34) Eric Dier - Blurb  35) Hugo Lloris - Blurb  36) Mason Mount - Blurb  NOVEMBER  1) Pierre Emile Hojbjerg - Blurb  2) Eric Dier - Blurb  3) Harry Winks - Blurb  4) Eric Dier - Blurb  5) Jack Grealish - Blurb  6) Eric Dier - Blurb  7) Jack Grealish - Blurb  8) Eric Dier - Blurb  9) Eric Dier - Blurb  10) Jack Grealish - Blurb  11) Andy Robertson - Blurb  12) Jack Grealish - Blurb  13) Eric Dier - Blurb  DECEMBER  1) Ben Chilwell - Christmas Song  2) Toby Alderweireld - Wrapping Presents  3) Eric Dier - Die Hard  4) James Maddison - This Is my present  5) Ben Chilwell - Santa’s Naughty List  6) Dominic Calvert Lewin - Meet Santa  7) Trent Alexander Arnold - Cooking Dinner  8) Christian Pulisic - How many more times?  9) Christian Pulisic - Ugly Christmas Jumper  10) Ruben Loftus Cheek - You’re the biggest child  11) Jack Grealish - Such a pretty face  12) Julian Brandt - First Christmas  13) Mason Mount - I’m not going shopping  14) Jack Grealish - It’s absolutely freezing  15) James Maddison - Ice Skating  16) Harry Winks - Kiss me under the mistletoe  17) Marcus Rashford - Snowman  18) Eric Dier - Hungover On Christmas Day  19) Paulo Dybala - I hate Christmas  20) Jesse Lingard - Cat Climbs The Tree  21) Giovani Lo Celso - Advent Calander  22) Anyone you Like - Snowball  23) Eric Dier - Christmas Blurb  24) Jadon Sancho - Christmas Blurb  25) Trent Alexander Arnold - Christmas Blurb  26) Tyrone Mings - Christmas Blurb  27) Matty Cash - Christmas Blurb  28) Matty Cash - Christmas Blurb  29) Matty Cash - Christmas Blurb  30) Jack Grealish - Christmas Blurb  31) Anyone you Like - Blurb  32) James Maddison - Christmas Blurb  33) Anyone You Like - Blurb  34) John Stones - Christmas Blurb  35) Bastian Schweinsteiger - Christmas Blurb  36) Anyone you like - Christmas Blurb  37) Leon Goretzka - Christmas Blurb  38) Jack Grealish - Christmas Blurb  39) Eric Dier - Christmas Blurb  40) Reiss Nelson - Christmas Blurb  41) Mason Mount - Christmas Blurb  42) Eric Dier - Christmas Blurb  43) James Maddison - Christmas Blurb  44) Ben Chilwell - Christmas Blurb  45) Trent Alexander Arnold - Christmas Blurb  46) James Maddison - Christmas Blurb  47) Eric Dier - Christmas Blurb  48) Kalvin Phillips - Christmas Blurb  49) Trent Alexander Arnold - Christmas Blurb  50) Eric Dier - Christmas Blurb  51) Anyone You Like - Christmas  Tagging: @footballffbarbiex @evie-pr @lawsandother @meteora-fc @sanchos-dream @spursondele @kingkepaff @farmers-league @kkim120 @glam-khal @lxndonorris @footballxixstars 

[itsthestutterforme]

Forgotten 2/2 (Supernatural)

Summary: sequel to Forgotten 1/2

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"What the hell was that?"

"Text me the address and I'll be there." You say to Dean before hanging up. "Who's that?" Ruben asks as he walks out of the bathroom with his Calvin Klein boxers. His body is dry and he is working on drying his hair. When I don't respond, he stops drying his hair. "Baby?" He adds. "We're in danger and need to leave."

You drape one of his dress shirts around your body and button up a few buttons. "We're always in danger, baby." "Ruben, I'm serious. There's something really powerful after us. Something not of this world." You pull out a suitcase and set it down on the bed. He holds the sides of your arms and holds you in place.

"What are you talking about?" "I'm talking about Lucifer. There are things in this world that don't make sense or shouldn't exist but they do and-"

"I know," he interupts. "What?" "My warehouses are guarded by werewolves. If your friend could get in and trash it, then he must have killed them to get in. He's a hunter. And if you're friends with him so are you."

"So what are you saying? You want nothing to do with me?" "Hell no. I love you regardless of your past, the same way you love me."

"Okay, then let's pack." "I'm not going," "Hell yeah you are. I want you in my sight at all times." "You're starting to sound like me, doll." A soft smile tugs at your lips and you peck his lips softly. "Like I said, get packed."

**

Ruben and you followed the Winchesters back to the bunker where everyone tried to get acquainted. Sam, Jack and Cas all hugged you and said how you were family to them.

You wished you remembered them and your relationship with them. But all you remember was how evil Lucifer was and who Dean was to you.

You and Dean were a couple before your head trauma. Ruben could tell from the glances Dean would send your way when you were looking. So Ruben felt more territorial than he is normally, and you felt suffocated.

Ruben was asleep in one of bunker rooms and had his entire body draped over yours. You intricately moved out from under him when he was in his deep sleep. When he's in deep sleep, not even a siren can wake him. You loved Ruben but you needed a break from him and his macho bullshit.

You walked through the halls of the bunker and found your way to the kitchen. You found Dean munching on a day old hamburger at the table. "Hey, can't sleep?" He asks. "Nope, I take it that you couldn't either."

He shakes his head before taking another bite of his burger. "Your boyfriend is, uh, he's something. Is usually this.." he trails off. "Suffocating? No, he just sees you as a threat." "He should," "Excuse me?"

"Before you.. before your head injury, you and I were a couple." "I know," "You know? What, you remember now?" He stands from the table and wipes his hands on the table cloth.

"I remember bits and pieces. I remember Lucifer and I remember you. That's it. I don't remember Sam or Jack or Castiel." "What do you remember about us?" Dean was now inches away from your face.

"I remember lying down besides you, and you holding me." You say softly. "What about me kissing you?" "Yes,"

"I love Ruben, Dean. I love him too much to break his heart." "And what about mine?" You didn't say anything. You couldn't. He pushes your hair away from your face and presses his nose to your temple.

He inhales slightly and says, "This right here? This is my home." You find yourself sigh softly at his touch and reluctantly pull away from him.

His eyes drift from your eyes to your lips. He leans in and you feel his breath fan against your lips. "No," you whisper before briskly walking out of the kitchen and back down the hallway.

You walk back to the room with Ruben and slide under the covers. You hum as you press your body against his powerhouse of a body. He subconsciously drapes his arm over your body and you link your hand with his. You're with Ruben now. Things can't go back to what they used to be.

[feverinfeveroutfic]

chapter thirty one: ginger snaps

Sam awoke the next morning in her bed at her father's house. It had been a whole two months since she had returned from that big tour and nearly Thanksgiving at that point. It all still didn't feel real, even well after the fact.

All the people. All across the country. The fact that she could have her art go places as well as that from Marla and perhaps Belinda, too, if she so wished.

It all felt like a fever dream, even two months onward.

And the fact that they were all within her arm's reach added to the whole feeling of it all. Alex was especially within arm's reach of her, down there in Berkeley. She thought of heading on down there just to visit him before Testament returned to the studio for that new one. She wanted them to be there on that big tour, the Clash of Titans.

It would justify absolutely everything that she had worked for in the past nearly five years.

The fact that it had been five years since she first moved from California to New York hit her like a ton of bricks. Five years! So much had happened since then. So much had happened to her since she had unlocked the door to her apartment.

And yet it felt as though so much more time had happened since then. She faced on a brand new decade with her friends and also with her father. It almost felt as though everyone came together as a family of sorts. A family of choice rather than through blood, even with a bit of blood mixed in there.

She wondered where it all would go from that point onward as well. So many questions that pertained to the next decade cropped up as the days shortened and the shadows over the Bay Area and Catalina Island lengthened out with the impending darkness. The darkness beckoned them all into the coming days, into the unknown. She knew New York had their way with it all, the big city with the tough exterior, but she wondered if the tough facade would slip at some point underneath the cold gray winter.

And then there was California, the direct opposite in all of its laxness. But she wondered if the relaxed politeness would slip at a given point in favor of a fist at the world.

One question that hung over her was how would the Nineties treat them all. She looked on at the halfway point of her twenties in the middle of January; by the middle of the decade, she would have reached thirty years old. Such a strange number that felt so close and yet so far away at the same time.

It all felt so strange to her, especially since Alex would be that age by the decade's end. So close and yet so distant.

It felt as if they were all walking each other home, especially when she thought of her parents and how the decade would fare for them in particular.

There was another question that hung over her as well, and that was the truth about the man whom her mother had spent time with before she was born. Even though it was clear at that point there was no way in which to come in touch with him, there had to be a way to him during that decade. So much could change in a single decade as she saw in the past one alone.

So much could change in a single year: it wasn't even a year ago that she wanted nothing to do with Alex. Now she could feel some sort of spark between the two of them. A year ago she continued to reel from the loss of Cliff and she saw him everywhere, and she obsessed over the fact that black hat continued to smell of him. Now she had nothing more a mere memory of him imprinted within her flesh.

Moreover, Alex had given her that fedora that reminded Ruben of Frank and Nancy Sinatra both. Rather than something that belonged to him, he gave her things that were brand new. Cliff haunted her after he was killed: Alex wouldn't haunt her except through her memory.

Of course.

She climbed out of bed once she caught the fresh aroma of brewed coffee in the next room, and she straightened out one of the many Death Angel shirts she used to sleep in all the while. She padded into the kitchen right as Ruben took his seat there at the table with a fresh cup firmly in hand.

“Good morning, my love,” he greeted her with a smile and an accompanying kiss. “Coffee's ready and there's some waffles waitin for you in the oven.”

He lowered his gaze to her chest.

“I hope they go places, too,” he remarked with a gesture to her shirt.

“I hope so, too!”

“I'm overseeing their new one plus Testament's new one.”

“You're overseeing Souls of Black?” she asked him with a raise of her eyebrows, and he nodded in response to that.

“Indeed I am. They go in—in June, I think? It's a ways off. Those guys have got a bit more touring to do come the springtime.”

“Springtime and a brand new decade,” Sam remarked as she padded to the cupboard for a clean coffee mug.

“I have a good feeling about them,” Ruben confessed as he took a sip for himself. “I feel like this past tour did those five boys as well as Slayer justice.”

“You think maybe the Clash of the Titans will get them even further along?” she asked him as she poured herself a cup.

“I have no doubt in my mind about that, baby girl. They're twisted enough and I feel the winds are changing, too. The world wants something small and to the earth. The world wants something new, too. That said, not only will they get on it, I have a good feeling about Metallica, too.”

“I have no doubt about them, either,” Sam said as she mixed in a bit of cream. “How do you feel about Anthrax?”

“The world could use some humor, too,” he added. “They definitely have it. As for metal itself, who knows? But those three bands there—Metallica, Anthrax, and Testament—I got a good feeling about each of them.” He took another sip. “I also feel the world shifting more towards true artistry, too.” And he flashed her a wink as a result of that.

Sam showed her father a little smile as she took a little sip from her coffee.

She considered taking a walk that day, just to see the trees all along the street change color. Alex was probably home as well. If not, then she could take the bus over to Greg's house.

One of the myriad of things she missed there on the East Coast was the distinction of seasons: there on the West Coast, and in California in particular, there could be a nice sunny day in the middle of December, and the next string of days following would be rather nice and sunny until the point in which it all became monotonous. At least Seattle and the Pacific Northwest mixed it up every now and again with the rain storms and the drizzle from the Puget Sound. But it was about that time, in the first days of November, when Sam could walk about the streets of New York and have a look up at the trees overhead. At all the shades of orange and yellow amongst themselves.

But there in the Bay Area, the leaves either had switched over to yellow and never went any further than that, or they stayed green and changed colors upon hitting the ground around her. She missed that crisp smell of the leaves around her as she strode about the sidewalk.

She reached the cafe at the end of the block: right next door to that place was a brand new bakery. She spotted those dark rust colored cookies near the front window. Even though there wasn't very much of an autumnal feeling about the area, the very sight of them made her wish for more of it.

More of it and all for the guy she liked to hang out with when Joey wasn't around.

She strode inside of there and she spotted small packs of bite sized ones on the rack across from the window.

“Ginger snaps,” she muttered to herself, and she picked out a small pack of them off from the rack.

All the spices. All the love in the world for him.

She yearned to find something for Joey but she had no clue what she could give him. Add to this, she would have to send to him via mail, which meant it wouldn't be fresh by the time he received it.

Something sweet and gentle on his poor stomach like sugar cookies or a snicker doodle. But then again, there was the fact she had to send to him. But then again, it could serve as a care package to him.

She traded in between him and Alex all summer long and yet things felt so distant between the two of them. He was her boyfriend after all: they were still together even after everything else had happened all around them. She still had her heart on him: she still wanted him. She still wanted him even against all odds.

She thought about Alex and all the times they had gotten close. She knew that if Testament were to go anywhere in the world, he needed to have some sort of clan behind him much like with her. Things on the West Coast were alive as she cradled that pack of ginger snaps in her hand.

But then, there was Joey. Back there in upstate New York. Each coast was on the brink of something.

The electric feeling in the air, the signs that things were about to go sideways for everyone. She knew that Metallica were on their way to something for themselves, even without Cliff at their side.

Something to help Joey along the way it was, then. She picked out a couple of snicker doodles as well as a couple of sugar cookies in the shape of angels for him. Something else, too: something that she could pick from home, both of her homes anyways. It only made sense especially since Alex had given her things along the way himself: giving each other things meant they loved each other. She could do it for Joey as well, and it would be in a sense that she still loved him as her boyfriend rather than just a boy who happened to be her friend like with Alex.

Within time, Sam bowed out of there and returned to Ruben's house down the block. She wondered what she could send to Joey as she walked past the mailbox by the curb. She tucked the paper bag of cookies under her arm as she peeked inside there. An envelope that decreed something about the new decade and the last one before the New Millennium as well as a blood red postcard. All the memories of getting fan club letters from Eric back on the East Coast returned to her.

But she turned it over and spotted a Polaroid photograph of the Cherry Suicides: each of them sat cross legged on the floor in blood red lingerie and with sparkling little Santa hats upon their heads. She turned it over again and saw the words “Captain Shelley!” written in pearly white ink. Following that was:

“Hey, remember a few years ago when there was this big ass wave of thrashy music that came out? Well, here's the next wave for ya.”

She clasped the envelope to her chest as if it was going to get away from her and she closed the mailbox with her elbow. She headed back into the house to better read the postcard; she set the brown paper bag down on the edge of the bed almost without thinking.

The pearly white ink made her think of milk.

It was milk and cookies for real that time around.

“Sam—

it's been a while! We're just about done with the new album—we just have to mix it and do whatnot to it. You're not gonna believe this: a major label wants to sign us and for all we know, it just might be either Metallica or Testament's label (there's an imprint up here in New England so our hope is that we don't have to move out there from here in Providence). It's mainly why we haven't been able to come in contact with you lately. We've just been gambling the whole thing about going to a major label as well as focusing on the new album. Remember those guys from Texas we told you and Alex about back on New Year's, Pantera? Apparently, they were recording next door to us and they sat in with us for a couple of days. Their guitarist Darrell offered us free drinks on him whenever we show up with them!

If we get this record deal, we'll release it through that and we might see some genuine airplay afterwards. Neither of the four of us can promise anything because it's all hearsay and after all we've been through in the past five years, we trust you and the periphery fans more than we trust some fucking guys who look like question mark in suits. One example of a lack of trust is neither of us have any idea if they're going to market us as a 'riot grrrl' band or a 'death metal' band, even though it's obvious that we're straight up punk with a bit of thrash thrown in for good measure.

Who knows? It might be a hit! It might be a hit and we'll play on this thing called 'Clash of the Titans', and we'll also have you at the helm, too: our good friend and kinda sorta partner in crime from the West Coast. Hope all is well out there in California—we were going to see Testament on this tour with Anthrax and Slayer but it was either that or go see Metallica, and we got invited to the latter when they came through here this past summer. It was an offer we simply couldn't refuse.

We love you and miss you so much.

Zelda, Rose, Minerva, and Morgan”

Sam sighed through her nose and turned the postcard back over for a look at the Polaroid once more. She kept her eye on Zelda, who looked even more toned than she remembered. When they first met each other, she was slender, almost scrawny: the muscles on her arms were taut and slightly thick, which told her she was getting stronger and more powerful with time and with each tour as well. Underneath her lingerie, Sam noticed that her waist had gotten quite a bit fuller but her stomach looked rather toned.

A tough Rhode Island girl had to look it.

She propped up the postcard on the desk so she looked on at the Polaroid every time she climbed out of bed. She then rubbed her hands together to prepare Joey's care package: there was one Death Angel shirt that didn't fit her given it was too large for her but she knew that he would be comfortable in it. There had to be more than just a shirt and some cookies however.

Ruben had already left for work, which meant that she had the house all to herself.

If nothing, Alex could help her, or perhaps Greg could join in on the help. She had no idea if Eric and Louie were home, and even though she saw Chuck the day before, she knew that he wasn't around, either. Alex was closer as well. It was a bit of a trip down to Berkeley from Castro Valley, but nothing a bus ride couldn't solve, however.

A quick phone call to Jerry ahead of time, who told her that Alex was in the shower at the moment, and thus she put her jacket back on and she headed back out there again.

The San Francisco fog covered the sky overhead but she knew it wasn't enough to warrant a rainstorm. She kept the ginger snaps in her jacket pocket all the while: she would surprise him with them even though they weren't necessarily a surprise with him at that point.

She bowed her head against the winds as she made her way up the street to that familiar house near his high school: and he still hadn't shown her his high school, either.

The door was slightly ajar and thus she left herself into the cozy warm house. His parents were elsewhere but the pipes running in the wall told her that Alex hadn't climbed out as of yet. Sam made her way down to his room, right across from the spare where he showed her his homemade rig. She wondered if he would show her some new riffs in there: she nudged that door open and she made her way inside of there.

That little amp on the floor right underneath that little red guitar. Right next to that stood a white guitar that appeared to be a little bit bigger. She picked it off of the floor and held it close to her body. It felt rather cumbersome in her hands, but then again, she wasn't as acquainted with it as him, and he hadn't put that leather strap on it, either.

But she took a seat on the chair next to the table and she cradled the guitar in her lap. She took the pick out of the strings near the guitar's head and she caught a soft metallic cling as a result. Without putting her fingers on the strings near the head, she gently strummed it.

A flat metallic noise ensued. She knew it would be louder if it was plugged into that amp there.

She pictured herself next to Alex onstage somewhere and they were performing “Practice What You Preach” together. But she had a mountain to climb all the while: a long way to go before she could twin him the way in which Eric did onstage.

She set her index and middle finger on the bottom two strings, albeit the thinnest of the six. So thin that they nearly sliced through her fingers. She jerked her fingers back as if she had been cut but no mark had been left there on the skin. She set her fingers there again and she strummed yet again: that time, the sound was more muted. She pressed harder, such that it ached her fingers.

She jerked her hand back again and shook it about, but she tried again.

“Easy with that thing,” Alex's voice caught her attention, and she jumped, and he chuckled as a result. She glanced back at him there in the doorway with his hair dripping wet and a towel wrapped around his waist. “That's brand new so be careful with it.”

“Man, you got tough fingers,” she remarked as she shook her hand about again. “This hurts.”

“You're just not used to it is all,” he assured her as he padded into the room. “It's just like with anything else, really. The more you play around, your fingers get stronger and so does your skin, too.”

She tried again, that time harder on the frets.

“You don't wanna press down too hard, either,” he added. “Trust me—I've made that mistake before.” He showed her his left hand and the faint scars on his fingertips.

“You want a nice balance,” she said.

“Exactly, right!” She then flexed her fingers and tried it yet again.

“That's better,” she remarked.

“It'd also sounds better plugged in, too,” he added, nonplussed.

“I was just giving it a shot,” she confessed with a shrug.

“You should try it! You know—I've always found something so badass about a chick who does things like this and works with her hands. Playing guitar or doing what Belinda does.”

Alex raked his fingers through that singular patch of hair on right side of his head, right behind the little tuft of gray: given his hair was wet, he appeared to have a cowlick coming in right there with the hair underneath the main hair looking as though it stood up on end.

“Did you get the Cherry Suicides' news letter, by the way?” he asked her.

“As a matter of fact, I did!” he declared with a twinkle in his eye.

“The next wave of thrashy music as Zelda described it—with them and you guys.”

“There has to be more of us out there, though,” he pointed out. He peered over his shoulder.

“You know what? Seeing as it's just us here right now...” He unraveled the towel right before her and she came face to face with his underwear.

“Bad boy,” she playfully scolded him with a wag of her finger.

“Good bad boy, I presume?”

“Yes!” she chuckled at him. She followed him back across the hallway to his bedroom: she hung there in the doorway as he put on a clean pair of jeans. Sam looked over at the small cutout of a long haired man right next to his cutout of Eddie Van Halen. He had a red guitar in hand, much like the one Alex had, except he held it as though it served as his weapon.

“Who's that guy?” she asked him; he turned around to find her pointing at the cutout.

“Yngwie Malmsteen—do not ask me how to spell his name, either. Amazing as hell guitar player, too. He's absolutely brilliant. He's Swedish, I think?”

“I would think with a name like that, you're gonna go places,” she said.

“Oh, yeah, you're gonna have to like—prove yourself in some way.” He chuckled again as he put on that same black button up shirt that she loved; once he left the top two buttons undone, he fixed his hair and let it dangle over his shoulders to better dry. She watched him put on a little black metal pendant when he spoke again.

“You know, we ought to hang out over Hanukkah,” he offered to her in a low voice. “I'm not doing anything then.”

“When is Hanukkah this year?”

“It's—” Alex paused and glanced up at the ceiling in question. “It's couple of days before Christmas if I recall correctly.”

“Wow!” She gaped at him, and then she flashed him a smirk. “So you want me to hang with you over Christmas.”

“Nah, it'd be over Hanukkah,” he pointed out with a wag of his finger. “We'll light the menorah together and treat you to some matzo.”

“Wave that finger at me again and I'll tell you what to do with it,” she warned him, and he pointed the tip up his nostril, which in turn brought a laugh out of her. He then snapped his fingers and his face lit up.

“What?”

“Chuck and Tiffany are getting married,” he said.

“No way!” she declared, excited, and he nodded his head out of excitement. “When?”

“Uh, late April, I think? Or May—I only know it's in the springtime after we get back from the tour and before we go into the studio. Some time around Greg's birthday, that's as far as I know. They're holding it over the Bay itself and then they're moving down to Dublin together.”

“Are you gonna help out?” she asked him with another smirk on her face.

“I just might,” he chuckled, and then his expression turned thoughtful. “I guess Chuck's cousin is in a band, too.”

“His cousin?”

“Yeah. Yeah, he was telling me about that just the other day when he told me he and Tiffany are getting married—he was like 'my cousin started a band with a couple of his classmates, like last year.' And I said, 'alright, man! I hope we get to see them perform in the future.' We're all kind of a tribe now, we might as well—come—together under one umbrella.”

“I do not like the way you said 'come' just now,” she scoffed, and he snickered at that.

“When do you guys back on tour again?” she asked him.

“We leave—right before your birthday, actually,” he replied. “About a three days before. We're going over to Europe and then Japan and Australia. We're going places, Samantha.”

“And then you go back into the studio,” she said in a soft voice. “And you—raise holy hell.”

“The label's also telling us to do it, too,” he added.

“But still!”

“Yeah, I mean—we could become the biggest band in the world for all we know,” he confessed with a shrug. “Or at least one of them. It's just—do or die time with all of us. I think Metallica is really going to find themselves a spot in the world of some sort—something a la the Scorpions, maybe.”

Sam sauntered closer to him and she was met with the fresh soft aroma of soap about his neck and hair. His skin never appeared softer and the bridge of his nose seemed to have an extra sheen to it despite the sole light from through the window.

“To be frank—I don't want to be alone when it happens,” he said in a soft voice.

“You won't be,” she vowed to him, “you won't be, my sweet friend.” She nestled closer to him. For a second, she had forgotten she had the ginger snaps in her pocket and she considered pushing him down onto the bed, flat on his back, but she never did. Instead, she eyed his chest and the soft silken skin on his collar bones and his neck.

“How'd I know I was ever going to like such a gorgeous boy,” she wondered aloud, and he rolled his eyes at that.

“You are! You're very gorgeous, Alex.”

“I'm gorgeous in the sense that a cadaver is gorgeous.”

“You don't look like a cadaver, Alex—you've got this nice milky skin and this inky beautiful hair, and this glorious tuft upon your head. You're really beautiful—and I see you getting more beautiful with age.”

He locked eyes with her and for a second, she thought he was about to kiss her, but he never did. Instead, he picked up the towel from the edge of the bed and shook it a bit.

“Would you like something to drink?” he offered her as he slung the towel over his shoulder.

“Ooh, yes please!”

He led her out of his bedroom and down the hall to the kitchen.

“By the way—just out of curiosity, what'd you come over for?” he asked her. She then thought of his whole thing with Joey. Still very much a delicate subject even though Alex had forgotten the whole ordeal between her and Aurora: if he forgot that, then it was possible he laxed on the feud between him and Joey. But it was a gamble nonetheless, and one she had no idea whether it would be good to take it on.

“I just wanted to pop in,” she duly replied to him.

“Doesn't really count as a pop in, though, now doesn't it?” he joked as he poured her a glass of ginger ale. He then reached over for the television remote which sat there on the counter and he pointed it out the kitchen door and he pressed the button; the sight of the ginger ale reminded her of the bite sized ginger snaps in her jacket pocket.

“Where exactly is your menorah at?” she asked him as she took a sip.

“It's right in here—” He drummed his fingers on the cupboard right before their heads. He fixed on something in the next room and his eyes widened. He craned his neck a bit.

“What's up?” she asked him, and he rounded her to the doorway.

“What's up? Alex?”

“Oh my gracious god,” he muttered. She joined him there and they watched a breaking news report on what appeared to be a crowd of people congregated around something huge and concrete. She caught the sight of graffiti on one side of the concrete wall, graffiti and barbed wire.

“What is it?” she asked him.

“The Berlin Wall's coming down,” he declared and he looked over at Sam with a sparkle in his eye.

“The Berlin Wall's coming down?”

“It's coming down. That thing is coming down, Samantha!” He gasped and held a hand to his chest. A huge chunk of the wall collapsed as a couple of people in West Berlin knocked a huge hole in the wall with people chanting right behind them.

Sam brought a hand to her mouth.

“It's coming down and reuniting the country—this is huge!” he proclaimed.

“What a way to go into the Nineties!” she added as he set his hands on her shoulders.

“Right? Oh my god—!” He threw his arms around her. She thought about the time he had been accidentally left behind near the border of East Germany. Fears no more after this.

“The world still has a long way to go, though,” he pointed out. “There's so much wrong right now—but this is huge, though.”

“Quite the feat if I do say so myself,” Sam raised her glass of ginger ale.

“Let's fucking do this,” he told her with a slap of her free hand and another embrace for her. The pack of ginger snaps crinkled in her jacket pocket, such that he held back a bit and showed her a bewildered look. She reached into her pocket for them and he gasped at the sight of them.

“Just keeps getting better!” he declared; with two fingers, he opened that little bag and popped one into his mouth. She raised the glass to him again.

“Milk and cookies,” she stated, and she couldn't resist the smile on her face.

“Milk and cookies!” He tapped the ginger snap against the rim of her glass for a toast.

“This decade is going to be epic for all of us, Samantha,” he said, “I can just feel it in my bones.”

“I can, too. There's something in the air right now. Something big among us. It's quickly coming to a point that I almost can't stand it, to be honest.”

“When you absolutely can't stand it—like you're like 'hooooly fuck, make something happen already!' is when it really happens. I say this because that happened with the first wave. Like  we were all like, 'one of us has to go somewhere at some point.' And we did! We all did, even if Testament kind of came in after the fact.”

“Let's just hope we're not in between waves,” she noted.

“Oh, no, you don't want that,” he said as he popped another ginger snap into his mouth. “You get in between waves you run into a wall.” He gestured to the television screen before them, of all the Berliners rejoicing after decades of separation. Of a world on the waves of change.

And all the while, she wondered if Joey was seeing the same thing as she took another sip of ginger.

[macybeckham7]

RLC overhears you venting your frustration to your friend on the phone about unfairly the fans and media has been treating Ruben and saying that you see how hard he's been working after his injury. Then at night, he says thank you and how much he appreciates you and turns into a smut.

You were sat in the garden with your phone on loud speaker as you told your bestie all your troubles and worries. Ruben had come home earlier and brought you, your favourite Chinese meal as he was going to have an evening just the two of you. He heard his name appear and decided to hang back and see what the two of you were talking about. That’s when he heard the hurt in your voice, you were talking about how the fans and media were on his back after the first game of the season. You telling her how unfair and unjust it was, you bitching about the so called ‘fans’. And saying how hard you work for the Chelsea shirt. You telling her how little you see of him and when you do see him, he isn’t up for a chat. He hangs back for a bit and then announces he is back, he sees how happy you are as you tell him the evening is yours. You were both relaxing on the sofa when he tells you how much he loves you and how much he truly appreciates you. He telling you how loved he feels from you and that you aren’t unnoticed, claiming he knows he is a lucky guy. He pulls you onto his lap and undresses you as he smirks and says he is going to show his girl some love that she needs.

[goddessofthundathighs]

INTERLUDE I: NOLA MEETS ERIK

July 2003

“Are you sure you want to go to school all the way in Los Angeles?” Papa Simon asked from my doorway as I began packing up my room.

“Dad, we’ve had this conversation already. This is my dream school and they gave me a full-ride scholarship. How could I possibly turn it down?”

“I know, Skybear, but Papa Ruben and I are gonna miss you so much. You’ve never gone this far away before.”

“You’re right, I haven’t but that’s all the more reason for me to go, right? I have dreams and things that I want to accomplish and unfortunately, I can’t accomplish them here.”

“Simon, leave that girl alone. She knows what she’s doing and we’re only a phone call and a plane ride away should she ever decide she wants to come back home, right baby?” I smiled wide, knowing my Papa Ruben would always come through with the defense.

“Right, Daddy. I love you both.”

“And we love you too, sweetheart. Let’s get these bags packed.”

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Present Day

“Sky!”

“What?!” My head snapped up quickly, completely distorting the design I was currently working on. I was testing a 3D dildo generator for my website. The tool would basically allow potential shoppers to design their own dildo or strap-on and it would be 3D printed and shipped to them. Thanks to Shea and her outburst, mine was now a whopping 15 inches long.. whoops.

“My bad, didn’t mean to scare you, you just didn’t answer my question.”

“Repeat it, I was working on something.”

“I asked how you and Dr. Nigga met. Y’all strike me as failed lovers.” I laughed at her comparison. She was partially right, but there was more to it than that.

“We weren’t lovers, but we have messed around. We went to the same college, The Sigmund Freud School of Psychology and Psychosexuality in LA. He was a sophomore, and I was technically a freshman although I had already taken all of my gen-ed classes thanks to a dual enrollment program at my high school. He was helping the underclassmen move into their dorms and as soon as my dad laid eyes on him, he goes ‘He looks like his dick ruins lives’.” O’Shea cackled, nodding her head in agreeance.

“Was that Papa Ruben? I feel like Papa Ruben said that and Papa Ruben is never wrong.” I nodded, because she was right. One thing about my dad, he could always spot a snake in the grass and his accuracy was unmatched.

“That was definitely Papa Ruben and all me and Papa Simon did was laugh because although it was hot outside, he still looked like a super fuck nigga. He had on a black muscle shirt, body and tattoos gleaming because of sweat, black and red basketball shorts with matching Jordans and that damn Cuban around his neck.”

“Wait that nigga got tattoos?!”

“Yesh.”

“Did he have the fronts back then too?”

“Yes ma’am, but he had top and bottom ones. A bitch was hot!” I explained, fanning myself. “Anyway, he comes over and introduces himself to my dads before taking my trunk of clothes from Papa Simon. He smiled that pretty ass smile at me and in true Erik fashion, tried to flirt. Now mind you, I definitely thought this nigga was fine as fuck, but back then I was still figuring out who I was and what I liked so I lowkey dismissed him. Not on purpose, but it happened. To my surprise, he simply laughed it off and continued helping me take my stuff to my room. He even mounted my tv and showed me where my classes were. Like he was a genuinely nice guy. Fast forward to the second semester of my freshman year, we have the same psychology class because, again, I had already taken all my gen-ed classes. We were almost always paired together on projects because of our intelligence, another reason his ass stayed trying to holla. One day he asked me why I never responded to his advances, seeing as how it was clear that I was feeling him. Which I was, but I was also feeling someone else too, I just didn’t know how to tell him. I avoided him and the question for about a week until he cornered me in the library and demanded that I give him an answer. I smiled sweetly, looked him square in the eye and told him that I wanted to fuck his girlfriend.” I looked over at O’Shea and she looked back at me like I had grown 3 heads.

“Bitch no you didn’t tell him that!”

“What? He asked, hell. This was like the second semester of my sophomore year and by this time I had had a few girls and boys and I realized that I preferred women because they were softer and I understood them better. I didn’t and still don’t have time for the fragile ego of a man.”

“So what did he say to that?” I paused briefly, thinking back to that night in the library.

“Did you seriously just tell me that the reason you don’t wanna fuck wit a nigga is because you wanna fuck my girl? What kinda shit is that, Nola?”

“You asked. I figured you wanted my honest answer.” He kept me pinned against the bookshelf, his eyes searching mine for any hint of a lie. He finally let me go once he found none.

“You something else, Nola.”

“My parents named me Skylar.”

“And your best friend named you Nola. See you in class.” He winked at me, flashing that million dollar smile and walked out of the library, leaving me a little more than hot and bothered.

“He laughed and told me that I was something serious and let me go on about my business. At some point during my junior year we developed a friends with benefits type relationship because 1.) We were both single and wanted to remain single and 2.) His dick was very bomb. I even taught him how to eat pussy.

“You taught him that?!”

“Yes ma’am. At first all he would do was rub and suck the clit aggressively. I was the one that taught him that he had to lick every part of the pussy, get it nice and wet and flick the clit with his tongue.”

“Ok, you can stop talking now. I haven’t talked to this nigga all day and I intend to keep it that way,” Shea interrupted, crossing her legs.

“Papa Simon was kinda disappointed that we didn’t end up together, but he also loved my ex, so I guess it balanced out.”

“I was meaning to ask, what happened with that?”

“That’s another story for another day,” I concluded, not wanting to take a dive into my feels especially since I had so much to work on.

“Ok so tomorrow then?” She tried again. I shook my head, knowing this conversation wouldn’t die until I spilled the beans about Monica.

“Fine, I’ll tell you tomorrow, now tell me about your date with Fathead.” Shea rolled her eyes, as she had been actively avoiding this conversation, not wanting to relieve the horrific incident that she was sure almost ended whatever it was she had going with Erik.

“It started off fairly well with him teasing me about how much I love ice cream and him calling me a child because I wanted to watch Hercules.”

“Fuckin’ child,” I responded out of habit.

“Shut up! That’s the same thing he said!” O’Shea pouted, crossing her arms over her chest for further emphasis of her point.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry. Please continue,” I coaxed, rubbing her arm to let her know I was done being an ass.

“Anyway, we basically had a whole Disney marathon. We watched Hercules, then Mulan, then The Emperor’s New Groove and were getting dummy high the whole time. So midway through Kuzco’s shenanigans, I tried my luck with him again because I saw how mellow he got when he was high. Like I was even able to fully appreciate how good he looked when he wasn’t in a suit and tie. Your best friend is a work of art, sis.”

“Oh, I know,” I said with a smirk.

“So I’m just sitting there, practically drooling over the bulge in his pants and this nigga looks at me with the straightest face and asks if I’m gonna suck it or just stare at it.”

“And I oop! That wasn’t Erik, sis. That was Killmonger.”

“Who?”

“Don’t worry about it, finish the story.”

“So, not one to back down from a challenge, I dropped to my knees and started doing the Lord’s work. He’s loving the shit, too. He’s cursing and moaning and praising me, telling me how much of a good job I’m doing. The shit was great. Then just as I was finding my groove, I fucked up.”

“What you mean you fucked up?” O’Shea paused and I could tell that she was having a hard time continuing, but she did anyway.

“I’m not sure how it happened, but his dick got caught in my braces.” I didn’t want to, but I simply could not help the screech that left my lips at the mental image of Erik losing his shit about his dick being caught in her braces.

“Did he cry?” I managed to choke out through my laughing fit.

“No, but he was pissed. Like so pissed that he got up and left.” I stopped laughing then. How dare he leave her in such a vulnerable state knowing what he knows about her little personalities and how they operate. Shea must’ve caught my mood change and quickly came to his defense.

“He made up for it, though! He came and picked me up and we talked about it and then we went and got ice cream.”

“Of course he made up with ice cream.”

“Aaand he took me to Disneyland and got me this.” She held up her wrist so that I could see the charm bracelet in all of its glory.

“Oh that’s beautiful. I’ll be back in a little bit, I have a 12:00 meeting with Dr. Nigga.” I quickly grabbed my bag and keys and headed out the door. Dr. Stevens and I had a few things that needed discussing.

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ticklish - a ruben loftus-cheek imagine

word count: 1862

featuring: ruben loftus cheek & y/n

synopsis: it wasn't supposed to be but this ended up being pt ii to the ‘till the morning’ imagine.

"Alright, what about...here!" you exclaim hurriedly placing your hands on either side of Ruben's stomach, tickling him uncontrollably in the process. When that doesn't solicit the expected reaction from Ruben you sigh in defeat.

"Nothing?" You ask. Ruben just looks you dead in the eye and shakes his head. "You're seriously not ticklish?" you ask again. This causes Ruben to chuckle deeply.

"No, I'm not," he replies as he places his hands under your shirt. You shudder at the feel of his cold hands against your warm skin, "but I know that you are," he trails off, his voice low.

He begins to slowly move his hands up your sides causing you to blink your eyes closed. You're lost in the moment, enjoying Ruben's delicate touch only to be brought back to your senses when he begins tickling you.

"Ah! Ruben!" You smack his hands away causing him to break out into fits of uncontrollable laughter. You smack him across the chest causing him to flinch and cross his arms over his chest in a bid to protect himself. "That's not funny you idiot." "Oh babe," he says, a look of mock concern strewn across his face. "I'm sorry, I didn't know you were so ticklish." The image of you with your hands crossed over chest sulking like a baby who has been denied candy causes Ruben to burst out laughing once again.

Annoyed, you attempt to slide off of his lap but he grips your hips firmly, stopping you before you are able to do so. "Come on Y/N, I was only messing with you. Now lemme see that beautiful smile.”

Unimpressed with his recent antics you continue staring blankly at Ruben.  "Come on just once," he shifts his weight forward and presses a soft kiss on your collarbone. He pauses and moves back slightly to look at you, only to find you still straight-faced. "Ok maybe...here," the kiss he places on your neck causes a soft chuckle to escape your lips, but you stop yourself quickly. Ruben shifts back with a mock shocked look on his face. "Am I getting warmer?" "I don't know...maybe.” you drawl out, arms crossed firmly over your chest. "Ok, what about, here… " Ruben shifts forward and presses a kiss on the same spot as before. He begins trailing soft, moan-inducing kisses up your neck. The feel of his hot breath on your neck causes you to fan your eyes closed and your breathing shallows. You try to control yourself but the moans that escape your parted lips betray you. Proud of himself, having solicited the wanted reaction, you feel Ruben smile against your neck and you inwardly curse your body for responding in such a way to his titillating kisses. He continues his attack moving up eventually stopping at your ear.

“What about now?” he whispers, his hot breath sending a wave of tingles down your spine. Before you can register all that is going on, Ruben bites your earlobe sending you jumping off of his lap with a squeal.

Grabbing your ear you begin to laugh uncontrollably. “What the fuck?” “There we go, there's that smile!" he exclaims, clapping his hands in the process.

“Why did you do that?” You ask making your way back down onto Ruben's lap, knees on either side of him. You smack Ruben's arm as he moves back to lean on the couch. "You're so annoying," you added. “So annoying.”

Ruben slouches down further into the couch and shrugs his broad shoulders. Rolling your eyes you slide off Ruben's lap and take your previous seat next to him on the couch.

"I told you I wasn't ticklish Y/N." He grunts as he extends his arm over the backrest of the couch and you snuggle in closer to him.

“Hey Y/N?” Ruben's eyes stay fixed on the cheesy film currently playing on the television.

“Yeah?” you reply looking up at your friend next to you.

“I'm parched,”

You laugh inwardly at his use of the word “parched” but say nothing.

“So?”

“Fancy getting me a water?”

“I don't actually,” you reply. “But I do feel like popcorn so I think I'll go get that.”

This causes Ruben to laugh. “Please?”

With a dramatic sigh, you haul your body up from the couch and begin your journey to the kitchen. "Get me a water?" Ruben calls out. Without looking back you sarcastically say, "Get your own?"  

Once in the kitchen, you put some popcorn in the microwave and open the fridge to grab a bottle of water.

You hear Ruben enter the kitchen moments later. When you turn to face him, water bottle in hand, you find him bent over the counter doing something on his phone. "You're a terrible hostess Y/N, you know that right?" he declares matter of factly, still fiddling with his phone, not even bothering to look up at you.

“I've got a water right here,” you say, holding the water bottle in your hand up.

Ruben looks up at you and chuckles only to look back down at his phone. You walk towards him and take your seat next to him and open the water bottle in your hand.

Ruben places his phone down on the counter and stands up straight so that he's looking at you face to face. "Hold on, I thought you said that was mine?”   With a shrug and laugh, you say, "No it's not. I said I had water, I never said it was for you though." Shaking his head in disbelief, Ruben moves to go to the fridge but you wrap your legs around his waist deliberately prohibiting him from doing so. Ruben looks down at your legs then back up to you with a knowing smirk on his face. "Whoops!" You say, your voice laced with sarcasm. "Y/N, behave" Ruben chastises you playfully causing you to burst out laughing. "Why?" you ask wrapping your arms around Ruben's neck. "Because,” he grunts, lips just inches from your own. You can see the mixture of lust and longing in the eyes of your best friend but also the unsureness of what he should do next. You sit there, wet and throbbing, anticipating Ruben's kiss. A short while later he shifts forward pressing his lips hard against your own, you lean into the kiss, breathing him in.

Ruben moves his lips across your jaw down her neck and voice rougher than usual he moans against your neck and gruffly says, “What are you doing to me, Y/N?”

You moan in response driving Ruben even closer to the edge. His lips travel further down and he clamps his teeth in the sensitive sweet spot between your shoulder and neck. You push your chest into him, arching your back in the process. His tongue flicks across the bitten skin, soothing it.  Needing more contact you break away from Ruben and remove his white t-shirt. Your lips are back together, Ruben places his large hands on either side of your face deepening the kiss, gaining dominance. He pulls his lips away from yours biting your lower lip in the process, your head still in his hands. “The things I could do to you…” he says breathlessly.

His hands trail down your sides and stop at your hips. He pushes your dress up to your thighs and encircles the band of your underwear, getting rid of them in one swift movement. His tongue slips into your mouth, filling your mouth. Soon Ruben's fingers part your cleft, and he gently pushes two fingers into you, skillfully stroking over your clit with his thumb. You moan arching your back and look up in the process. With his free hand, Ruben puts his hand behind your neck and forces your head back down so you're looking into his dark eyes. “Look at me, does that feel nice?” Ruben asks in a soft coaxing voice.

All you can manage to do is nod your head before resting your forehead on Ruben's shoulder. This answer doesn't suffice for Ruben who nudges your head back up with his shoulder. “Y/N…” he chastises, a dark, devilish smirk playing on his lips.

“Yeah, it feels…nice,” you reply breathlessly.

“Yeah?”

You nod closing your eyes unable to contain yourself as heat spreads from where Ruben's fingers are driving you to the edge.

“Ruben… I,” your voice trails off as you begin grinding your hips faster into his fingers, feeling the orgasm building up in your core.

“Get yourself off, baby,”

And with that, everything inside of you tightens and a few moments later you're convulsing, releasing yourself in a surge of pleasure onto Ruben's fingers.

Ruben connects your lips drinking in your soft moans and whimpers into his mouth.

You rest your head on Ruben's shoulder breathing heavily. With a shrug of his shoulder, your back face to face with him. You inhale his name and press your hands to the strings of his sweatpants, freeing him. Soon you've got him right where you want him. You begin stroking him earning a string of moans to sound from his parted lips. “Fuck,” is all he manages as he grabs the back of your neck deepening the kiss.

In one swift movement of his hips, Ruben is right where you need him, his hips against your own. Ruben's thrusts are deep, slow and sensual. They have you panting loudly as his name rolls of your tongue uncontrollably.

As you both come down from your feverish and euphoric, pleasure-filled highs, cheeks tinted red and breath jagged,  you grin knowingly at one another both fully aware of the fact that you've let it happen again, even though you had pinky sworn that it wasn't to occur again anytime soon. It boggles your mind you see because you had pinky swore. Serious business you know.

Ruben delicately cups your face with his large hands and playfully shakes your head before bending down slightly to press a sweet yet sincere kiss onto your swollen lips. “I still want my water babe,” Ruben says softly grinning into the kiss. “I'm not kidding.” he continues, his word pressed to your lips.

“Is that all you can think about?” you ask, pulling away from the kiss. Ruben looks down at you with a wide, intimate and familiar smile spread across his bearded face. “Even after all….that?”

As the words leave your mouth Ruben bursts out laughing, his big hearty laugh--a rather pleasant sound you see--bouncing off the walls causing you to smile. In that instant, you fall in love with the boy standing in front of you. It--this…feeling--hits you like a tornado violently sweeping across the plains, it hits you like some kind of artistic revelation. I'm falling in love with him, you think to yourself. How could I?

“Lunatic.” is all you can manage to say in response to Ruben's warm-hearted laughter, but a very small rather minuscule part of you can't seem to wonder if maybe or not you're the one one who is, in fact, a lunatic for falling in love with your best friend…

I hope you enjoyed! Thinking of making this into a five-part series but not sure...hmmm. Beijos my babes x.