#tho i did get to send all my jokes to my friends that night and I really do hope they know how much that meant to me

[blueberryrock]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last ten people however many you want who reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals & followers!! <3

oooh okay 1st one is watching a movie with my brother and makes jokes about it/commenting about scenes/making fun of characters! 2nd is whenever my brother and i are trying to call one of our dogs and they go to me and not him 🥰3rd is the feeling of the sun's warmth on a cold day! 4th is playing cards with my family and just all 5 of us losing braincells as we make up jokes and just laugh till we cry! 5th is being able to feel the temperature of whatever I'm eating warming me up/cooling me down, such a funky feeling!

[lesbianlenas]

love how ive been trying to find my inner peace via painting and all i have gotten is um. worse. lmfao……

[writingforatwistedworld]

The order fits into self aware au. How would Malleus, Jade and Leona react to an extremely caring reader?

Self-aware au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, obsession, possessiveness, manipulation, violence, murder, injuries, family problems, unhealthy relationship

Leona Kingscholar/Jade Leech/Malleus Draconia-Player is extremely caring

Let's be honest, Leona is a sucker for attention even if he doesn't show it

I mean, house cat over there was deprived of affection throughout his entire childhood so what did you expect? A healthy headspace? Haha no

So when he was sitting there, daring at the student who just stepped on his tail when he felt it for the first time

And at first it was not a great sensation

He always felt someone looking at him, watching him, him never being able to escape...

But after he also watched the black haired annoyance he soon understood what was going on... or at least he thought he did

Malleus and his little fanclu-I mean his “friends” were known for having a rather “interesting” interest in the Overseer and since that started they were saying that they were watching them

Ok so he has his own little pair of eyes staring at him no. Great great. No way he likes tho-WHY IS HE PURRING??!

Now that things have been going like that for a longer while he does notice though that you treat him different than others

Whilst you would be like “may, I can wait with your spell material” you are with him “OUT OF THE WAY! I NEED TO TAKE CARE OF MY CAT!!!”

Whilst everyone is just trying to get a tiny bit of that attention and care he is just like “I have no idea what I did but I like it”

But I think I mentioned him being starved as a kid of attention and care from his family and his general surroundings, right?

Well it's going to show right here, right now

Whilst he basis in what you give him like sunbathing he is more or less just terrorizing others

If someone dares to try to get close to him so that they might get some of his cake he will create a new sand pit

Even though his family doesn't know Leona is aware that they would be at least thankful that his magic doesn't leave any trace to follow at the scene of the crime

Just keep that attention up! Otherwise he might just snap and make short process with everyone

Confusion. Just confusion (at first at least)

Here he is, hat stand extravagance, witnessing how an all-knowing entity starting down on them is especially caring towards him

I mean, it all started on the day that exchange student ran after their friends after they got entangled in a contract with Azul

At first he thought you hated him

You were known as someone who was for fair contracts

And danger noodle over here knows that Azul plays dirty

Like “dumping mineral oil into the sea” kind of dirty

Why else were you always sending him out there to “squeeze the fishies” (-Floyd Leech, the not-so-extravagant hat stand)?

Why else were you always staring at him when he was talking to Yuu?

You gushing about him and how much you liked and wanted to take care of him didn't even cross his mind

Well, until the team was defeated for the first time

Oh boy, you were angry

But you were even more concerned about him

S-so you were just caring for him? Ha...Haha... HAHAHA- (Don't forget to breathe, Jade)

Is he overjoyed about that? Yes

Does he play dirty to keep that care to himself? Absolutely

The next time you see an NPC they might be a bit silent and avoid you

Jade is good at collecting dirt on people, you know?

Aww how cute! We like the lighter!

Jokes aside, Malleus knew immediately that you were there even though he wasn't present in the prologue ceremony

So when Lilia came home that night he just bursted through the front door, doorknob in hand, yelling words about the Overseer

The general had to calm down so that the "young" fae could finally understand what the was saying

Ah, so you were here... WAIT WHAT??!

But then... *sad dragon fae noises*

Why? Well he thought he was either so boring that you left him alone or that you avoided him because you disliked him

I mean, imagine, the one being you always looked up to, thinking they understood you to some degree, is now staying far away from you

But then why were you always heading into battle with him? And why were you so angry the first time he had an elemental disadvantage?

When you finally had enough material you shoved that straight down his throat, saying something about “can't let him get hurt” and “not this pretty nifty little thing!”

So... you liked him? Why were you avoiding him then? ... You know what? He won't ask

That doesn't mean it's good for his ego though

Whenever he sees the house cat in the garden he just has that expression that literally screams smugness

But if someone dares to say that you don't care for him?

Roasted chicken my friend. Roasted chicken

His letters to his granny are now always filled with “how kind and caring the Overseer is” and “if there is a spell to get you here”

... You know what is waiting for you, right?

[shadowqueenjude]

My relationship with SJM characters

TOG:

Sjm: Hey look there’s a hot teen assassin and look! Sexy dark-haired prince? Isn’t he hot? Me: *falls for the captain of the guard* Sjm: wait what? lemme fix that. *writes crown of midnight* Me: Nope, still love Chaol and WHAT?!!! YOU RUINED MY SHIP????! Sjm: Not to worry! Big fat hot Fae males will make you forget all about Chaol! Me: Ew who is this stupid Rowan. Bring back Chaol. Sjm: … *writes Queen of Shadows* Come on you HAVE to hate Chaol now, choose a big Fae male! Rowan, Fenrys, or Aedion. Not Lorcan though, he’s a big ass amirite? Me: NO! CHAOL WAS COMPLETELY VALID. Sjm: *takes Chaol’s mobility* Me: NOOOOOOO *cries* Sjm: Ha, he won’t even be in the next book. So you HAVE to choose somebody else to like. So who will it be? Rowan, Fenrys, or Aedion? Me: Fine, I’ll pick someone else *chooses Lorcan* Sjm: NO. YOU WERE NOT SUPPOSED TO DO THAT. *writes ending of EOS* Me: NOOOOOOO ELIDE HE DID IT FOR YOU *sobs* Sjm: Aelin is in a coffin and you’re worried about Lorcan? Anyway here’s a Chaol book for you. Me: YESSSS CHAOL IS FINALLY HAPPY Sjm: Nice nice ok. Now here’s some pain. Me: FLY FARASHA FLY FLY FLY *sobs* Sjm: FINE! I’ll convince you next time! ACOTAR: Sjm: Look hot Katniss wannabe! Hey look, hot male High Lord! He’s sooo hot amirite? Me: *falls for courtier and emissary* Sjm: WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU. YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO FALL FOR THE PRINCE NOT THE LOYAL FRIEND. Me: What can i say, I have a type. I’ll still ship Feylin tho, it’s pretty good. Sjm: Oh you’re gonna forget all about Tamlin and Lucien. Look! Hot bat boys! Me: BITCH! YOU RUINED MY SHIP AGAIN?!!! AND WHERE IS LUCIEN?!!! Sjm: *retcons Tamlin* you must hate him now?! Me: DUDE EVEN WITH RETCONS HE CAN’T BE WORSE THAN THESE SLEAZEBALLS. WHERE IS LUCIEN???!!! Sjm: You’re gonna hate him now! *writes Lucien scene at night court in ACOMAF* Me: YES. SAVE HER LUCIEN. YOU GO HONEY!! Sjm: ???? *writes end of ACOMAF* Me: YES POSSESSIVE FERAL LUCIEN STEP ON ME. Sjm: …FINE. if you can’t beat em, join em. *writes ACOWAR* Me: *sighs* Feyre and Lucien would’ve been so good together. Sjm: yeah but rhysand is better amirite Me: NOOOO IANTHE YOU BITCH Sjm: *writes Ianthe’s arm breaking scene* Me: YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS Sjm: so you like Feyre again right? Me: What? No! Lucien was the better friend! Sjm: … *brings Lucien to night court* Me: NOOOOOO LULU IS DEVASTATED HIS MATE IS HOLLOW Sjm: But look, elriel! Three brothers three sisters amirite? Me: FLOWERS NEED SUNSHINE. ELUCIEN FOREVER. Sjm: Yes yes i was just joking. Anyway, sending off Lucien to find Vassa. Me: We’ll get his POV tho right? Sjm: … Me: right????? Sjm: *writes ACOSF* THERE. He’s barely in this book. So you HAVE to pick somebody else to love. So, Cassian is hot too if you don’t like Rhysand. Me: FINE. I’ll CHOOSE SOMEONE ELSE. *picks Eris* Sjm: …I have learned my lesson. CC: Sjm: Look! Hot sorority girl who’s also an illegitimate princess! And her loyal knight! Hunt is sooooo hot amirite? Me: I’m too smart for you. He’s the first love interest so he’s NOT endgame. Don’t get attached. Sjm: wait he’s endgame this time I swear! Me: NOPEEEE NOT BUYING IT. Sjm: I’m fr this time. Isn’t he so hot? Me: *falls for the tattooed warrior prince* Sjm: … Sjm: I give up

[alaskan-wallflower]

Your swings hc was adorable, do you have anymore hcs about what the gang (all) were like as kids? 😁 sorry I’m asking for sm today my own brain doesn’t feel like working 😭🎞���

Of course!! And PLEASE don’t apologize :(( I LOVE answering things like this!! <3

Darry was absolutely the fattest fucking baby you’ve ever seen and you wouldn’t even know it by looking at him now

He also hates looking at baby pictures of himself

Soda came out with a full head of hair and they used to joke that was the first thing he ever used his head for

His hair was the finest most light shade of blonde ever. Mr. and Mrs. Curtis would’ve thought he had albinism from his light his hair was (it darkened later tho)

Pony was absolutely the cutest baby though. If he looks at baby pictures he’ll kinda just wrinkle his nose but he had the biggest eyes ever and he was always giggling

Teh first time Darry held either of his brothers he cried (they both hold this close to their hearts when Darry is working hard)

Johnny was actually a really cute baby. He was just really tiny and frail honestly. They thought he wasn’t gonna make it because Mrs. and Mr. Cade did NOT take good care of him in the womb.

As a result he kinda had a lot of physical issues and would’ve probably needed PT and OT (Mr. and Mrs. Curtis help him out with this honestly)

Johnny and Soda actually became friends before he met anyone else because Soda kinda took him under his wing because he and Steve noticed Johnny was alone at recess one day and he was just like “hey you wanna come and play with us?? :)”

Pony and Johnny met at the park one day when Soda invited Johnny over and IMMEDIATELY y clicked

When Pony and Johnny got closer Soda used to fake cry and say “they grow up so fast…”

Additionally when Pony was born Soda tried to roughhouse with him a lot (because he kinda had really bad impulse issues as a kid) and the Curtis parents had to sit him down and tell him Pony was really fragile and they couldn’t roughhouse like he does with Darry and if he hurts Pony then he won’t ever be able to play with him again

They said something like “do you want something bad to happen to him?” and he started crying and kept saying no over and over (poor baby :( )

Darry was always kinda the unofficial “leader” since he was the oldest

Darry and Two Bit actually got along really well because they were kinda opposites (even tho Two is 2 years younger than Darry)

So they kinda had their duo, Steve and Soda had each other and Johnny and Pony had each other

Steve and Soda had been friends since they were born. Steve used to hold the fact he was six months older than Soda over his head.

“Why can’t I be the red car?” “Because I said so!” “That doesn’t count!” “Well I’m idle so I get first pick!”

let’s be real they still do shit like this

Dally came into the picture when Darry was around 14 or so and immediately he thought Dally would hurt his brothers and he told them to stay away from them

Dally actually stuck up for Pony and Johnny one day at lunch against some older Socs and they thought he was absolutely awesome

Ever since Darry has begrudgingly allowed Dally in the group but the longer time went on the longer things became smoother

Sofa kept a scrapbook and absolutely cries whenever he looks at it (he most looks at it when Darry and Pony fight and it makes him sad to remember all the times they used to get along)

The three get their appetites from Mr. Curtis. The first thing Soda did when he came out of the womb was cry because he was hungry and Pony would cry almost all day because he was hungry

Mrs. Curtis hated seeing little Johnny come over after a bad night with his parents because he looked so sad and so beat up and his tummy was rumbling and she just felt so horrible for him. So she patched him up and kissed over his injuries. He misses her every single day because of this

Dally was kinda surprisingly rude to the Curtis parents teh first time he met them (Darry kept sending him death glares) but Mrs. Curtis took no shit. And Dally actually shaped up because of this. He was so used to everyone just taking his shit and she didn’t. It made him respect her.

I think that’s all i got for now!! i may need to make a part 2 because I can’t think of any yet haha

[all-pacas]

stupid chase 13 self indulgent sibling shit:

13 is the first one to jokingly refer to chase as her brother. except she calls him her younger brother. chase is like super touched but also hi i'm older than you "sure you are buddy". it's like an ironic "haha we're not actually siblings" joke except secretly no. it's not ironic

13 also has made at least a couple "let's go find dad" jokes about house. she finds it funny and deeply annoying that house and chase don't seem to Get It. it's very obvious to her that chase's deepest dream is for house to pat his shoulder and say "i'm proud my son" but they deny it

at least once 13 has pat chase's shoulder and gone "i'm proud my son"

at least once though. at least one time. "i killed my older brother." "i abandoned my younger sister to rehab." like they know. all their darkest shit. they don't want to be siblings because they did terrible things to their families. but it's why they are

they text. she's constantly sending him photos from her greek island. the food. the beach. look how hot my girlfriend is. he's in the middle of some gross procedure and gets a text of a beautiful sunset. he sends back a photo of a urine sample or some gross wound

when chase quit at the end of s8 and 13 swung by the next episode to talk with wilson the next day? she was staying with chase while she was in town. they mostly just hung out and watched nature documentaries. when wilson called she was like "oh i just happen to be in new jersey, let's meet up" while wearing sweats and sitting on chase's sofa

chase offers to kill her since house is gone and can't. they come up with a rough timeline and plan and then never discuss it again. until it's time.

at least a few dark "oh, shit, i'm wilson now, aren't i?" jokes from her in return. shit, the new house has a dying best friend too! except with so much less sexual tension!! they joke because they can't bring themselves to be serious about it. she tries to set him up with new friends. big advocate for choreman

idk but i get the feeling they'd watch crappy reality tv together.

they'll sometimes just have the darkest and most serious 1 am conversations about morality and souls and what makes a person good or evil, and then the next time they see one another instead of following up it's just "did you see real housewives last night"

chase has never asked 13 for a favor. like he'll ask her little things or let her pay for lunch, but that's about it. meanwhile she can call him at 2 am and he'll show up no questions asked. maybe kind of grumpy about it tho. kind of pisses her off he never lets her return the favor and sort of shut himself off emotionally after s6. but also it's nice? not the "chase's turn towards cynicism" part, but having a standing no questions asked deal.

when he annoys her enough, 13 DOES call chase "robbie" or worse "bobby" but he's never called her by her first name and probably never will

he didn't tell her he got stabbed and she was mad about it because see above. that was a real bobby day

chase knows she doesn't want to fuck around with more huntington's trials but he reads EVERY article and EVERY journal, just in case some miracle comes up. 13 meanwhile follows fake african country politics with a weird intensity to make sure diabla's forces aren't regaining power. they never discuss either thing with one another.

first time 13 visited Chase MD office she forced him to pose in front of the door and took like 15 photos like it was bobby's first day of school. absolutely humiliating

chase goes to 13 and amy's wedding. he's the only one of the PPTH folks who do (taub sends a card. they forgot to tell foreman.)

once 13 was like "we're both hot and single and should do what hot, single people do!" "....have...sex...?" "no, go to a gay bar" they actually go quite a few times

[sevenpoyo]

school headcanons for because i only got 3 more weeks

margo’s is so long even tho she got like 2 minutes of screen time bc i love her so much and she’s my gf

Margo Kess, 1610Miles, 42Miles, Gwen Stacy, Pavitr Prabhakar

margo kess / spiderbyte

ain’t shorty on zoom in the movie?

my girl dont attend class, she once shut down the entire blocks power so she would have an excuse to not be in class

eats in class all class everyday, only shares with you

takes really good notes and never studies them

like???? ma’am??? share???

all her electives are programming related and she pretends to busy while playing centipede all day

sends you 50 links to stuff you might like while ur in math

she got papers that let her opt out of gym

no matter how much you beg ur gonna be alone in gym and she doesn’t feel bad about it

popular with no friends type

like everyday 50 ppl stop you both and say hi

she only knows like 5 of their names she can’t stand half of them niggas

empty ass backpack like she got one notebook and one binder

all a’s and b’s like bitch how

her memory is absolutely ass but she can remember every story you told her or stuff that happened when y’all hang out

don’t ask her what she did in her class

don’t ask her if her class also has a history test

she don’t know

she don’t care

but she do know that when you were 8 your cousin burned ur thigh while y’all were playing iron vs knife fight

(u were dumb as hell for picking knife everyone knows iron always wins)

i looked it up on her word everybody uses those virtual avatars

she’ll shit on your class choices so damn hard

she just likes making fun of your choices fr

like half of ur conversation go;

damn i’m tired

u was up doing stupid shit last night you don’t get to complain

stfu that’s why ur a bitmoji

that’s why ur granny beat ur ass for something your brother did when you were 9

i hate telling u shit

then stop telling me shit

(i have no clue how accurate this is to her character but i need to write about her i’m in love but damn it’s long)

1610 miles / spider-man 2 lmao

book bag full locker full but never has a pencil

writes notes assignments and homework in paint pen ink don’t ask this nigga for notes

(he gets nigga treatment but not my queen margo bc i got favorites)

he miss mad classes but somehow still solid attendance record???

somehow always present in the record he miss 40 days and get caught on like 6 of them

unless his mom make breakfast and lunch on her day off for him he eating the most random shit from the bodega closest to visions

like what do you mean you got a cosmic brownie and a cold chopped cheese from last night ? it’s literally 7 in the morning no i don’t want none

makes you hype him up every time he slap boxes people and he’s so ass at it

he be ashy with no lotion atleast 5 times every month it’s embarrassing

he calls visions his white people school to his parents and his friends

once he said it to gwen and they sat in literal complete silence for like 10 minutes

prolly took music theory because he thought it would be easy and switched out of that shit so fast

i’d be so mean to him for enjoying physics

like this nigga trying to make something of him self

lil einstein ass nigga

he understands color theory but can’t explain it

12 half full sketchbooks but at school he literally draw on computer paper he don’t let the sketch book leave his bag

i know he’s ass at watercolor, he always spills shit, the colors always end up brown

try’s to be interested in your class choices bc he wants to know stuff he can talk about with you

when you first meet he can’t take meaner jokes bc he thinks that you mean them

but one day he’s gets comfortable, and brutal

no one in your life is safe when he looses a video game

except your mom

rio taught him better than that

42 miles / the prowler

comes to school with no school related supplies in his bag unless you count art stuff

finds a pencil on his way to class

has a change of clothes, rat tail comb, 3 bottles of water, a camera, a flashlight, lotion and cocoa butter.

like bro ur going to Ap Art not a camping trip

once he pulled out a griddle and and pancake mix and y’all started making pancakes in class

forgets his metro pass every day and gets so pissed ab it

runs into people in the hallway bc he’s never paying attention

idk if he goes to visions but if he does he calls it his white people school with his full chest to anybody even if they’re white

he be leaving halfway through the day all the time like bro you miss algebra 2 every damn day

uncle arron always talking him out of school with some bullshit reason

bro’s had his tonsils out 8 times on the school’s records

He will get ur parents to put his uncle on ur pickup list and you will be out of there with him

he will YELL if someone step on his shoes no matter what the situation like the school could be on fire and he fighting in the burning building

also his uniform is so pristine

his pants stiff

that button down is bleached ironed pressed and allat

this mfer is an online shopping addict u just know he be on amazon in class

will offer you the weirdest food combos like no i don’t want to put tajin mangoes on my beef patty i’m sick of you nigga

not school related but he’s super good with kids (both miles fr) but he’s the #1 little cousin defender and apologists

he ride for them always one of ur little cousins could sucker punch u and he be like

‘they just want u to play with them’

he takes a preforming arts class for fun prolly

loves sports but doesn’t play one understands the stats well and would help if you played one

wakes up at the asscrack of dawn on weekends

SICK ASS COSTUME FOR HOLLOWEEN IK THIS NIGGA LOVE HOLLOWEEN

plans costumes for school spirit weeks but always checks to seen if he’s gonna be the only one wearing a costume for it

never eats lunch unless his mom makes it he be hungry all day and be complaining

his socks are never in uniform (yes some uniform schools have sock rules)

gwen stacy / spider woman / ghost spider

idk what to call her

she has every snack you could ever want in her lunch bag

hates her music theory teacher

she literally has the most pristine locker with a calendar and a mirror and all that shit will write down test for you and important dates for the both of you

goes to school plays and shits on the story, like she ain’t pay 5 dollars to be there

some of her teachers hate her

like ma’am ur beefing with a whole 16 year old rn

she hate english teachers but love creative writing teachers

she keeps all her books in her locker never brings them home never brings them to class

always comes through with an extra pad no matter what

she also always has hand sanitizer

in like 4 extracurricular after school things and complains so bad

ur starting to hate that shit to ur sick of hearing it like girl quit then

10/10 cameraman she has every fight and every drama in 10khd and she will share them if you ask

she chews her pens and nails

has her drumsticks out always teachers have banned her from taking them to their classes

can watch tv on her phone but look focused you think she’s paying attention but then you look over and she’s watching good luck charlie

pavitr prabhakar / spider-man india

always late for class never in trouble

always eating and sharing food and never in trouble

how is he blessed like this? it ain’t fair

eats from the school vending machines or begs other ppl to share

will always have and share the homework answers no matter what he’s an angel

his sock always have holes in them like sir please get that shit together

gym try hard ik goes insane in football/soccer

very encouraging for shit u don’t wanna do he believes in you

you him and Gayatri talk so much shit but are somehow all well liked

he tells you what teachers are dating (he can just tell)

he has toothpaste in his bag for some reason?? i can just feel this one

his aunt will let you come over after school she’s so sweet to you.

always got a job at school assemblies

he’s reading poems or shaking hand or leading in the school pledge or something

Pav’s is short because i have no fucking clue if school in India is different form america and Barbados

[v4mp-reads]

can you please do an story (fluff only) with Damian Priest X Fem Reader (both have an crush on each other rhea is the only one who knows but don't tell them about the shared feelings), where Reader is an childhood friend of Rhea and also an Wrestler in WWE, Rhea notice that Reader is admiring Damian all the time and Rhea planes to go out with All of the Judgment Day and reader to celebrate Judgment Days first Anniversary in a local bar/club and reader and Damian gets all flirty and touchy all night an later ending up confessing and share an long kiss where they get caught by rhea and the rest by rhea saying "took you idiots long enough to be on that point"

Entwined hearts

Not my gif^

Damian priest x fem! Reader fluff (a little sad but not much)

Warnings: mention of alcohol,other than that bad spelling and grammar(im dyslexic)

Word count: 1.8k

Ty for the request!

Please if you like this feel free to send another

Y/ns pov

I look around the quite locker room waiting on judgment day to finish their promo, my heart beat picks up when none other than damian priest starts talking. I met him about six months ago when Rhea invited me to one of her partys, as i stayed close to her, cause i didnt know many people as i was a beginning wrestler he walked up to us and began talking to me. He was really sweet to me, staying with me when rhea walked off to another group of people, we stayed the whole night talking to each other. About how hes Secretly a cat person, how hes not a big fan of Rheas partys, however talking with me was one of the best experience hes had at one of said partys. After that we stayed in touch. From hanging out at the gym to going out to dinner with the rest of the judgment day, as the time we spent together grows so did my feelings for him, after I lost my match last week I was clearly upset and angry and he sat with me comforting me instead of going out to get drinks with the rest of the judgment day. And of course I had to tell Rhea about this, how could I not she’s been my best friend since we started school. She walked back into the locker room “Rhea he looked so good out there!” I basically yelled out. “Y/n, you need to tell him. This little crush of yours is getting out of hand, you gush over him every time you see him you be drooling over him.” She said. I knew she was right I was obsessed with him not in a bad why, I think. “Why would he like me tho Rhea, he has other girls falling on their knees for him” I tried to get her to understand why I haven’t said anything “if you only knew” Rhea mumbled out. I didn’t hear all of what she said. “What do you say?” I asked, “nothing nothing, you want to get drinks with me and the boys tonight maybe you could get some alone time with Señor money in the bank.” She joked causing me to blush. “Yeah I’ll go what time?” I asked “after the show, we are about to head out so we have time to get ready I know you drove yourself. So maybe just maybe someone will ride with you?” She said. “I hate you..” just as I said that the rest of the judgment day walked in. “What you two in here talking bout?” Finn said falling on the couch. “Just how y/n didn’t want to drive herself back to the hotel, and I know we came together so I was wondering if someon-” she was cut off by Damian “I’ll do it!..I mean I don’t mind if you don’t mind y/n” he said the last part kinda embarrassed rubbing the back of his neck. “I’d like that..I need to shower. So we should probably go..” I said trying to hide the child like smile on my face. “Yeah let me just grab a change of clothes, you mind if I shower in your room, our room are like 7 floors apart and the elevator is broken” he said laughing at the end “I don’t mind” I said walking out the locker room shooting rhea a almost scared look

We make our way to my car he asked for my keys, that I gladly hand to him as I’m not to fond of driving. He walked a bit in front of me and opened the passenger door for me “here you go y/n” I blush a bit, no one has ever opened the door for me “thank you Damien” I smiled as he closed the door getting into the driver side. I smile softly as we make our way to the arena, and to the hotel “I’m glad you are coming for drinks tonight y/n” he smiled glancing at me, “me to, I probably won’t drink tonight, tho” I told him “why not y/n- don’t be like that?” I shook my head “I might” he smiled as we drove back to the hotel. It was mostly silent, a pleasant silence.

When we got back to the hotel we hurried upstairs “I get the shower first!” I yelled as we made our way up, pushing Damien out my way softly “y/n!” He picked me up, putting me behind him so that now he was in front of me. He got to the room before me even though he still had to wait because I had the room key. “Ha I got the key I’ll still get in first” we walked in and I walked over to my stuff grabbing my stuff to shower. “I’ll be quick I promise” I told him running to the shower “alright” he sat on the couch as I walked into the bathroom. I quickly undressed and got in the shower. I washed my hair then my body, then taking a quick moment to wash off the stress from the day behind me. I wrapped the towel around me and walked out the bathroom. “Hurry hurry” I told him. He looked at me and blushed. “Oh..okay yeah.” He rushed into the bathroom to shower

As he got out the shower I finally finished getting dressed. I put on a black bralette with a mesh shirt over, with a black pencil skirt some tights and combat boots. I look around the room not being able to find my jacket. “Damnit” I continue to look around the room under the bed in random drawers. “Y/n, doll? What are you looking for” he said as he come out the bathroom. “I can’t find my jacket. I need it to look good” I flopped on the bed “y/n you don’t need a jacket to look good, but you can wear mine” I look at him a soft smile on my face “are you sure?” I asked softly “of course doll.” The way he spoke to me made me think he feels the same way. But i don’t know. I just grabbed the jacket he gave me and put it on fixing up my hair a makeup. “You ready to go?” I asked as I watched him finish putting his hair. “Mhmm I’m ready, you want me to drive?” He asked. “Please, not really in the mood for driving tonight” I said softly. “ gotcha” he grabbed the keys and we made our way to the bar.

As we got to the bar, we walked in together tho I walked off to find Rhea, of course she was in the at the bar with dom, I get over to her, she smiled at me “the normal?” The bartender said softly, and we were here a lot “yes please” I say softly handing him a 5 for the drink, I didn’t want to start a tab tonight. “Here you go,” he handed me my drink and I walked off to go find Damian, but he was sitting at a table with another girl..one I’ve seen before but I couldn’t put my name on it she had her hand tracing his arm tattoos. Watching this broke my heart. My eyes instantly teared up as I went back to the bar to get me something stronger. After about 3 more drinks, it really set in, my mind was racing, I have always been light weight when it came to drinking. So I decided to go sit in the corner. Jd came and sat beside of me, he didn’t really talk much he was to much into watching his girlfriend dance a few feet away from us. I sat with my head against the wall looking around. My eye land on the one person I didn’t want them to at the time. Damien. He looked at me with almost relief before walking over and pushing jd out of the way.

“Y/n, there you are, I’ve been looking for you for a minute now, are you okay?.” He looked concerned. At that moment I didn’t know if I wanted to laugh in his face or cry..I just wanted it all to be over, my emotions completely taken over by the alcohol, tears threaten to spill from my eyes. “Y/n, hey talk to me..why are you crying?” He brought his hand up to my face softly caressing my cheek, I looked at him before pulling my face away from his hand. “Is this a game..some shitty game..” I mumbled out. “What do you mean a game?” He said softly not trying to upset me even more “you..me..I don’t get it..you basically flirt with me all day, all day, I let you drive me here, and what do you do on the way here flirt with me more, but what..now that we are here you are with some other girl, letting her touch you and shit!” I was crying at this point trying not to make eye contact with him, I look up to see tears forming in his eyes “y/n please don’t cry, I didn’t mean to make you feel like this, I only started talking to her to get my mind off you, but I couldn’t, all I could think about was I wish this girl would shut up, because you,you are stuck in my head and I can’t get you out” I look at him, my tears of pain slowly shifting to tears of happiness. “I think of you..every single night y/n, I think about you when I win my matches” he softly grabs my hands “I look forward to any chance of being with you..y/n I’m in love with you” he said softly, “I have been since that day at Rheas party” I could only look at him, I was stunned. I was so happy, my actions spoke before my mind could think and I pulled him into a hug “I love you too Damian, since the day we met” I clung on to him like my life depended on it, in that moment it felt like it was only us, I would never expected to be confessed to, in the back corner of some random bar, but honestly I could not wish for anything better. He pulled away after a few minutes, our eyes meeting “y/n l/n, for six months you have been the best person in my life, I want that forever, will you please be my girlfriend?” He asked “yes yess yes, a million times yes” before I could think about anything else I kissed him, it felt like fireworks where going off around us.

“It’s about damn time..” I look up to see Rhea standing in front of us “you knew this whole time” both me and Damian said at the same time, “of course I did” she said before walking off. Both of us laughed before sharing another kiss.

Thank you for reading,

Xoxo v4mp-

[lenasprouts-words]

olderbrother!skz headcanons :3

gn!reader with a scenerio w menstruation in changbin’s! maknae line

i want an older brother… anyways

bang chan

oh ho ho you KNOW hes gonna be super duper protective of u

like nuh uh the kids can NOT meet you

but u still get to hang out w maknae + jin line (closer to their age)

age gap is like three years or smth so

his parents adopted you when he was four and u were one

movie nights every weekend frfr

or atleast movie nights on call

and whenever you got tea, he’s on the ready

best best advice, like, ever

sometimes you wonder if this is his nineteenth life or smth

so wise

you painted a mug for him once

no one is allowed to touch it

it has its place in the gym bros’ dorm

sometimes picks you up and runs when your talking to someone

and if you ignore him he’ll start cuddling up to you

’channie get tf away go annoy seungmin or whatever im studying’

gives you nicknames like ‘buggy bear’ and ‘baby duck’

makes you learn languages with him

when he learned ikaw for manila, ph concert he showed you first

bc he knows you like listening to tagalog

he has videos of you singing and falls asleep to it when he gets homesick

lets you listen to his unreleased songs and tracks on his laptop

you got to make one that one time at home too

you send little messages to him thru out the day

and scold him when he’s up working

you know bc he gave you his location

you bought his bubble and constantly tease him

when he comes home he takes you and berry to the aquarium

he picks you up and spins you when yall hug

its the funnest thing ever

will not hesitate to bring up that time you ate hamster poop thinking it was choco chips

lee know

okay he’d be really scary to your friends but like a cat around you

your age gap b like, one or two years

he annoys you about anything

crushes, enemies, good animes or mangas

stuff like that

in turn you bug him about the members

’whats jisung like when hes sick’ ‘oh do you know innie’s plans are tomorrow’

he finds your hyunjin pc collection and blows your phone up

but his hugs are so nice and warm

he holds you by the shoulders and his hands go down your back

eventually he starts tickling you

but you use the self defense moves he’s been teaching you

one of your middle school friends had a crush on him

they were flabbergasted when you walked home together

buys you things that remind you of him

and leaves it on your window sill/table/bed

his favorite hoodie is the bunny w the middle finger bc you gave it to him

makes your lunch for you and leaves slightly passive aggressive notes in them, still sweet tho

although once you got a note that said

’give me back my hoodie or i’ll shove a water bottle up your asshole. xoxo lino hyung’ that was for jisung

once decided to pick you up from work to get sushi

your coworkers were like

’wow i didnt know they had a boyfriend’

you cried laughing hearing that and so did min

teased you about the fanfic you wrote when you were thirteen

and you tease him about the 2PM shrine he had

obviously you both r cat ppl

so he takes you to cat cafe dates all the time

insists on paying and saying you’ll pay next time

sends random ass pics on tour all the time

changbin

he absolutely cherishes you

like holds you up like a trophy infront of his friends all the time

youre two-three years apart from each other

he loves loves giving you piggy back rides

also loves squeezing the life out of you

youre the one he goes to when he buys something

and he’s the one you go to for relationship advice

once you took him to an amusement park

your camera roll was full of blackmail

tens of millions of inside jokes

one of the kids will fix their hair and you’ll both burst out laughing

bc once changbin ran into a pole fixing his hair

your ultimate group is newjeans so you went to a fansign

and got bin a signed teddybear

he cried when you gave it

he constantly tells you to be safe

when your going somewhere

’bye baby cub (nickname lol), be safe have fun love ya!’

when you need a little pick me up

he comes to you with your favorite ice cream flavor and his laptop

your emergency contact

one of your friends has to text him and he gets super suspicious

’cub who tf is this? why were they texting me?’

almost started a whole ass fight

its okay tho he apologized and bought chocolate

constantly tells you to go to bed early bc he doesn’t want you to ‘become like channie-hyung’

will run to get you what you need

if you got your period and arent prepared he’ll know

just sprints to the nearest cvs

even cleans up your nasty bedsheets bc u leaked

’oh dont worry cub i can handle it’

your on his close friends list on instagram

most times its just dedications to you that he puts on his story

hyunjin

his day one frfr

like your only a year apart so your tight asf

his hugs will be gentle but so warm

bear hugs>>>>

his huge ass hands will totally go around your neck for comfort

he also digs his face into your shoulder

he paints many things for you

like he’ll also give you his unfinished projects when he’s sick of them

shines when you compliment him

teaches you choreos and lets you make up some

dyes your hair often too

spa nights where its just the two of you with a movie of your choice in the bg

those are the days where you can just. let go

tea gets spilt. i mean like, you know absolutely everything abt the other atp

spontaneous karoake nights

he gets worried when you drink tho

’noooo what if you fall on your face and then it gets ruined!!’

when he’s tired or down tho

one of the members text you and you come over with your comfort box you packed for these situations

face masks, iced americanos, watermelons, fluffy blankets, llama eye masks for sleeping, an air purifier, room spray, and a huge hoodie and sweatpants/shorts bc he probs did NOT shower in his funk

when he goes home you take walks together and catch up

also you just. really like smelling his room

it smells like flowers and the perfume your late grandfather used

gifts you things from versace

his favorite colors are black and white; yours are brown and grey

picture wall of polaroids w photos u took together

you stream his music 24/7

he writes sad sad songs abt missing you

worse than hannie and his break up songs 😭

working on the maknae line!

[fluffymiyaa]

Ditto

Bestfriend!reo x reader

Tw: reo being obsessive and creepy towards reader, but that's just how he is.

Summary: what happen if you finally confessed to your best friend and he doesn't know it?

I got nothing to lose 널 좋아한다고 ♡

Masterlist

The wind blowing against your sensitive skin gives you goosebumps. the raindrops that bounced off the ground made you take a few steps back under the roof of the school terrace. Feeling of restlessness and regret arises for forgetting to bring an umbrella.

You sigh thinking of ways to get home without getting wet. You have asked your friends to share umbrellas but they are already full. And your best friend Reo has practice today. And to be honest don't want to face him right now. You can't. Not after what you just did.

A tap on your shoulder interrupted your thoughts.

"Haah, sorry, have you been waiting long?" He asked with panting breath.

You frowned. Questioned why he was here.

"Reo? What are you doing here? Don't you have practice?"

"Ah, practice got cancel today" He said as he fixing his bun hair. One of his habits that makes you like him even more.

"Oh"

A bunch of girls pass by you and and greet Reo.

"Reo go home savely! Don't forget to eat the chocolates i made~"

"Reo-senpai otsukaresama~, read my letter ok?

"Reo-san see u tomorrow~"

Reo just said thank you and smiled at them. But deep down he was irritated by those noisy chirping. But he can't show it, not infront of you.

"Should we go now?" He asked

"What do you mean? Aren't you going to be picked up by car? or together nagi?"

He gasped. "Ouch, today is valentines day and MY DEAR best friend refused to come home with me" he said by dramatizing his words and his voice made it sound like a deep hurt. Put his hand oh his chest.

You sighed. "I didn't say no Reo. I also didn't bring any umbrella with me"

Reo stared at you for a moment. He opened his bag and took his umbrella and opened it.

"Well? I guess we have to share umbrella, huh?" He grinned.

"How did you get an umbrella? You never bring it before" you ask suspiciously.

"Hmm, doesn't matter"

You rolled you eyes, though your heart starts beating so fast. "C'mon, we need to walk faster before the rain get worse". Just started walking a few steps Reo suddenly grabbed your shoulder.

"Get closer, you'll get wet"

"Oh yeah, thanks"

After a while, you two walk without saying anything. There was only the sound of raindrops and the stomping of feet on the muddy ground from both of you.

"You're a little quiet today, we haven't talked much." He finally talked. His words made you flinch a little.

"Oh, sorry.. it's just today it's valentines day.. and people have been around you all day to gave you presents. Unlike you, nobody gave me any presents or chocolate... I just keep a distance to not bother you."

It's honestly makes you sad and insecure about it. You feel like you don't pretty enough and doesn't deserve to be Reo's side.

"Huh? Don't do that! You're not bothering me! Stop keep a distance on me okay? We've been friends fo long. No need to hold back like that. And who cares about the present or chocolate?! If you something you could just ask me, i'll buy a whole chocolate factory for you!" He annoyed. He's not joking tho. He would , if you ask him to.

You chuckled. "Okay okay Reo"

He smirked. "I got a unique present in my locker today"

You gulped. "Yeah? What is it?"

"A lego flower"

Fuck.

"With a small letter"

Nervousness devours your body. You play your fingers trying to distract yourself.

"You're so lucky. It needs days or all night to make lego flower" you said trying to calm yourself.

His smile widened, he even bit his lower lip to hold it in. His face getting red. He looked away so you wouldn't see him. Then he turned back to you embraced you closer to him make your bodies touch. His hand was still tightly gripping the handle of the umbrella.

"Hmm you right.. maybe i should accept their feeling? You have any idea who send this, Y/n?" He whispered right to your ears. Makes your back shivered and whole body heats up. You pushed Reo a little from you.

"Ugh why would i know? Don't pulled me like that"

"Sorry. But.. something off about this person"

You and Reo walk back down the street to your house which is in the same complex. The rain has started to subside.

"How?" You asked

"I wonder how the person put it in my locker. Nobody knows the code except me, nagi.. or you. Well it couldn't be Nagi, he's with me since the morning"

"Re-really? Could there be a stalker? Maybe it's one of your fans?"

"Eh, i should be more carefull then"

You both fell silent as you continued walking. You turned to Reo and stared at his beautiful feature. He is a tall young man with a lean and strong build. He has chin-length purple hair, his tied in a high bun, leaving two locks of hair framing his face. And also his bright purple eyes. Until your eyes catch something.

"Reo! Y-your shoulder is getting wet!" You panicked and push the umbrella to cover him up. But he gripped it tighter and pushed it in the opposite.

"Ah, it's fine. I'm gonna take a shower anyway." he said casually.

"But-"

"Shhh, let's walk faster."

His right hand grabs your hand and dragged you. The grip of the left hand never left tge the umbrella handle. Splashes of water stain your shoes up to your calves makes them dirty. But you don't care. What you care about right now you and Reo are holding hand and running through the rain. You both laughters are buried by the sound of the rain. But as long as you guys can hear each other that's enough.

"Haahhh finally we arrived" he groaned.

"Well we are arrived at MY house. Your house still a couple blocks from here." you said

He raised his one eyebrow. "So? It's still the same. C'mon" he dragged you into your house. Opened the door for you to enter first, then closed the umbrella first and put it in the basket. He immediately closed the door so that rainwater does not enter into more of the house.

"Where's your mum?"

"At aunt's"

You opened you shoes and he followed. When you were about to take your shoes and his to put them in the shoe rack, he stopped you. "No, you're hands will get dirty. I'll do it myself. Just go and get clothes for me, yeah?"

You nodded. "I'll prepare a clean clothes for you and make us a hot chocolate. If you finish just go upstairs and wait in my room"

•••••

Reo who is alone in your room, felt he was almost crazy now, he couldn't stop smiling and giggling at what he had just seen now.

He found a box of lego flowers under your bed.

Fu*k she's so cute

He staring his shirt and his short on your bed that you already prepared for him. He quickly changed his wet uniform.

Knock knock

"Reo? Are you finish changing?"

"Yeah, come in"

You go in and found reo sitting relaxed on your bed with the clothes you prepared earlier for him.

"You still keep my clothes, huh?" He teased

Blood rushing to you cheeks. "You never bring you clothes with you after sleepover here. So i keep it."

It's true though. Reo always refused to take the clothes from the day before because he likes the fact that you will wash his clothes and keep it in your little wardrobe together with your clothes. And now you and him share the same smell.

You walk towards your floor table and put the 2 cups of hot chocolate. Reo staring at you still wearing your school uniform. "Aren't you going to change, y/n?"

"O-oh right. Wait"

You open your wardobe and take out your t-shirt and shorts. Then go to the bathroom. Reo was holding back to says "why don't you just change you clothes here?" But no, he won't going that far. But he'll be lying if he doesn't want to know what your reaction would be. It must be cute he thinks.

You got out from your bathroom already changed. You see Reo already sat on the carpet as he drinks his hot chocolate. He looks at you and tapping his empty side gives a signal to you to sit down.

You both sit there in silence. You drink your hot chocolate try to break the silence but it's not working. It feels awkward and you got more nervous. You think maybe you should just confessed to him right now but you're too scared. What if Reo doesn't feel the same way and you friendship will get ruin.

In the other side, Reo knows whats happening, he can see how shaking and confused you are and he likes it, way too likes it. He almost feel bad. But he couldn't help it you just so cute and looks fragile to him.

"Reo.. say something..."

He chuckled. Your whine sounds just melodies to him. And the next think he said is surprised you.

"Ditto"

You look at him in wide eyes.

"E-eh?"

"Why? You look surprised" he smiled at you.

You really thought that word was for you. But there's no way, Reo doesn't know that it was you, right?

"No, it's just why you randomly said that like you answering the letter."

He laughed.

"I never show you what's inside the letter, Y/n. How did you know?" His face getting closer to yours.

"......"

"......"

Eh? He never show it? I thought-

Ahh what am i going to do?!

Did he find out?!

How?!

You frozed. Speechless. You opened your mouth but nothing comes out. Your heart beats fast. Your body heats up even though it's cold outside due to the rain. You just sit there look at him who still smiling at you.

Ah, my y/n just so clueless. Oh, is she gonna cry? Cute.

"I said that i like you too you know, aren't you happy about it?" Reo pouted.

"N-no i- of cource i'm happy, Reo!" Your hands cling hard on his tshirt. You get too overhelmed you didn't even realize tears coming down to your face. You've been waiting for this for so long.

"God, you're so pretty" he whispered. He's gone mad.

He's getting closer to close the gap between you two till your lips touched. He placed his hand under your jaw, his other hand squished you hip as you hands still clinging on his tshirt. He open up lil bit his mouth so you did it too. Now you both can taste each others sweetness from hot chocolate. Then he pulled away makes you whined.

He licked his lips. "Sweet". It makes you feel more embarassed.

"Thanks for the flowers, baby. I love it" he said as he stroked your cheeks. You nodded and shying away.

"Oh, i have a present to for you. Here, Happy Valentines day, y/n" he hand you a purple little box.

"Can open it?"

"Hmm, go on, sweety" his petnames gave you butterfly.

You open the box. And there were two hairpins with Kuromi's face inside. It makes you eyes twickled, you smile at it.

Reo rubbed his back neck. "Well i know it's not really special or expensive. I just want make it as a symbols that we're official now. You see.. there's two of it, one for me and one for you. Ah but you know, i would buy anything for you, okay? Is there anything i could get for you?"

You laughed and shook your head. "No, thank you, Reo. These are so adorable, i like it very much." You took one hairpin and placed it on your hair. You took the other one and placed on Reo's hair.

"Aww we're pairing right now, so cute hehe. Lets take some pictures, Reo?"

How could he says no to his baby, of course he said yes to everything you want and need.

These wholesome romance scenes makes him forgot about a bad things he did. From canceled his practiced and told his driver to not pick him up so he can go home with you. From he took advantages one of his fan and took her umbrella without caring how she's gonna get home. From how threating any guys that want to get closer or have a crush on you and it makes you feel insecure and sad, he feels bad about that one though. But it doesn't matter, you only need him, you're gonna choose him and him only. Well you just did.

You're all his now. Though, you already his since the first time you met. That's why you always together. He's always been there for you whenever you happy, sad, angry, he's there with open arms. He treats you well too, bought you anything you want or need, always satisfied you and makes you happy with him.

He deserves you right? You deserve each other. That's why you chose him. And he won't let that change.

Reblogs are more appreciated! Thanks for the notes<3

[lethimtalktoyeah]

Some HCs about reader joining Adam in his AEW debut (AUish cause not entirely accurate to the actual segment)

this is just some crackish stuff I wrote in my notes app, not ,fuelled by the thrill of my boys reuniting

- <3 -

-Back in your WWE the days you had been causing trouble with Edge and Christian non stop until one fateful day an injury ended your career and you had to make the decision to leave WWE behind

-Luckily for you , you managed to stay emerged in the world of wrestling tho , visiting various wrestling companies across the whole world as a valued journalist and managing to keep in contact with your friends

-When Adam reached out to you to tell you he‘d switch companies you were surprised but beyond happy that‘d he‘d join Jay/Christian in AEW

- Adam: Okay but imagine his face if I‘d bring you along as my right hand woman or something like that

-You knew Adam texted this in a joking manner but as his debut came closer , you couldn’t shake the thought out of your head

-You loved doing what you did right now but deep within yourself you knew that nothing would ever top being involved directly and this was the perfect opportunity to get out there without risking your health

-So , one “What if we’d actually pitch this?” and a dozen of meetings later , you were set to debut in AEW along with Adam , taking on the role as his right hand woman

-The collective decision was made to keep your debut as a secret from Christian , in order to get a genuine reaction

-“What if we don’t get along anymore?” The debut was only two days away , sending your brain into overdrive

-“You mean what if he doesn’t let you be a pain in the ass anymore?” , seeing your expression Adam immediately changed to a softer demeanour “Hey, there’s absolutely no way you wouldn’t get along anymore.” he searches your eyes with a reassuring smile, reaching over to squeeze your knee in sympathy

-“After all I know all you dirty secrets.” Adam smirks mischievously ,hinting to the late nights and car rides you’d open up to him about your crush on his best friend

-“Your insufferable .” You smack him with a gasp, huffing a laugh as he rubs his arm

-2 days later and you’re hidden away in the backstage are of the arena, readjusting the suit jacket on your shoulders

-Adam and you had settled on a casual business approach for your look as his right hand woman. Boots , suit pants , a suit jacket and to both of yours amusement , a cropped turtleneck underneath (because if something would challenge Christian then I’d surely be a turtleneck show-off)

-“The way is all cleared for you.” A crew-member interrupted your thoughts, prompting you to get up and follow them

-reaching the ramp , you could hear Adam’s theme blasting outside and the crowd going wild

-your nervousness slowly got replaced with sheer and utter excitement as you stood , chin held high, waiting for your signal

-You could hear the crowd go silent as Adam stopped outside the ring and began to speak , a bewildered Christian looking down at him

-“…and of course I wasn’t stupid enough to come here alone.” You could see the gears in Christian’s head turning

-“Let me introduce you to my right-hand woman.” You could hear the smugness in Adam’s voice as your new theme blasted over the speakers

-The crowd going absolutely crazy as you stepped out , walking down the ramp with a confident strut

-Christian’s eyes widened upon seeing you , failing to hide his shock behind his cocky and arrogant act for a mere second before narrowing his eyes at the cropped turtleneck under your business jacket

(- Imagine Christian pulling up in a cropped turtleneck cause he’s not letting anyone outshine him in a turtleneck)

[might continue this but as an actual story]

[kiwiraccoon]

Dream Of Me

Chan x fem!reader

Description: y/n mentions her wild dream without details in a late night car ride with her longtime best friend. When they make it back to her apartment they wind down with music videos only for a certain one she couldn’t keep watching to play and now she has to explain her dream. Little did she know Chan would make her dreams come true.

Word count: 2689

Notes: MDNI, first person POV, mature language, steamy dream, suggestive, dream description is foreplay, teasing, pet names, chain and choking kink mentioned

The streetlights did nothing to ease my mind from the dream I had during my nap. Everytime the light hit his skin perfectly I could only imagine how he would look right in front of me doing the things I dreamed about. I shouldn’t be thinking this way of my best friend, we had spent all of our awkward years together, shared embarrassing stories, and helped each other achieve so many goals. We should only be best friends, but my mind and body want him in more ways than one. So much so, I think my heart is being convinced to let him in.

“What are you thinking about?” His voice cuts through my inner turmoil, sending it to a screeching halt and stopping my mind from thinking through my response.

“Just this wild dream I had earlier.” As soon as the words leave my mouth I look over at him with wide eyes not believing I said them. I would have to explain it to him now, we don’t keep secrets. I pray he doesn’t pry, but I would be stupid to believe he wouldn’t.

He chuckles while looking away from the road for a second to meet my eyes, enjoying the surprise written across my face. “A wild dream huh?” I notice the small clench of his one hand at the top of the steering wheel, the rush it sends through my body is criminal. 

I groan in frustration at my stupidity of letting him in on my dirty secret, I knew I should have canceled our weekly night drive. “Please don’t make me talk about it.” I drag my hands down my face, turning away from him in embarrassment. 

His annoyingly adorable chuckle invades the silence again as he quickly throws his hands up in mock surrender when I look his way again. “Alright, alright, but just this once. I can’t promise I won’t ask again tho. Let’s just enjoy this ride.” His free hand moves to my thigh to turn my body back to the front of the vehicle instead of away from him. He had done this so many times after I had grown annoyed with him and his jokes, but this time it felt intimate.

The way his hand slightly flexed against my bare skin, why did I have to wear shorts? The cool metal from his rings eased the heat rushing through my body, but of course I had to be wearing one of his sweatshirts. His scent woven within the fabric invaded my senses in the moment and I knew I was going to dream of him again. 

Through the rest of the drive his hand would leave my thigh as he spoke and then find its way back to softly rub the smooth skin with his thumb. The things he does to me, and all because of that stupid dream.

“You’re YouTube is still logged in on your TV right?” He asks as I set my keys on the kitchen counter of my apartment and grab a cold water, which I wave in his direction to ask if he wants one. His nod is soft but the eye contact sends a wave of heat through my body that makes me turn back to the fridge quickly.

“Yea,” I clear my throat subconsciously, “I was watching music videos earlier.”

“Needing some inspiration?” He asks, knowing my need for music to function daily but the videos help feed my inspiration for my own films.

I chuckle walking past him to get to my spot on the couch while passing the water to him, hyper focusing on the way his fingers gently touch mine in the transfer. “You know me so well.”

“I would hope so.” His response has an underlying meaning, hinting at the fact we had grown up together in both countries surprisingly and by complete accident. Without wasting a second I curl up in my favorite corner feeling the need to be small as the tension I feel grows. I should have canceled.

Chan takes the TV remote and plays a random music video letting shuffle control which videos play like normal. I watch the videos intently, needing a distraction from the man only two feet away from me. Sadly no distraction was strong enough to keep my eyes from drifting to him occasionally, especially when he drank his water. I shouldn't be attracted to him, but he looks so delicious tonight, curse that damn dream.

“Hold me tight, right now.” My eyes bulge as the next song plays directly from where I stopped it after I woke up from my nap. I couldn’t watch that music video without thinking of Chan, my dream, and him choking me or using chains. I was fucked. Royally fucked when I let out a gasp I didn’t mean to. His eyes cast over to my side of the couch realizing his music video started from a scene of him standing over Hyunjin who was writhing in the bed wrapped up in chains.

Every muscle in my body works to keep my gaze on the random set of books in the corner of my living space, I cannot make eye contact with him right now. The video keeps playing, but his eyes remain on me. I can vividly picture the video and my dream together as I try to remain calm. But he knows. Fuck he knows.

“Tell me about your dream.” He says reaching for the remote on the coffee table to pause the video and ultimately turning off the TV. There were no more audible distractions, I could only hear his voice now. God please strike me down.

A gulp sounds from my throat as I continue to look around aimlessly, “huh?”

I feel the couch dip as he slides closer to my side, making two feet become two inches. Why did he have to be so close?

“Y/n. Tell me about your dream.” He won’t give up now, he let me have my one free pass and now he would ask until I told. Why did I have to react and why did I leave that video unfinished?

“Umm,” another gulp of both embarrassment and anxiety, “you were there.” I meet his eyes now, facing the inevitable and just saying fuck it. What could go wrong? We have shared so many embarrassing stories before, laughed at horrible memories, and experienced the worst years of growing up together. If anything this would just be something else we would laugh about, that’s it.

“Yeah?” His focus remains on me as I notice his hand against the back of the couch close to my face and his other hand on his thigh. I notice how close he is, and how intimate this feels. 

“With me.” I turn my face away from him, needing a break from the intensity of his stare, he could ruin me just by looking at me. 

“Yeah?” He wants to know more, know it all, and with my brain turning to mush already I know I’ll eventually tell him everything. He has a power over me like no one else, and I can’t believe I’m only realizing it now. 

A sigh escapes my lungs trying to relieve the tension building within my entire being, “in bed.”

“Mmhmm.” He shuffles slightly, either feeling uncomfortable or needing to get comfortable. Either way I continue as I notice his eyes slightly darken, is he liking this? 

“Touching.” When our eyes meet again with full intensity I know he likes what I’m saying, I can see the way he is reading my face, my emotions, my body language, and my words all at once. His full attention is on me and me only. How is this turning me on?

“How?” Is he leaning in?

“First with hands.” I remember it vividly, how we were touching each other with curiosity. Almost like we were trying to figure each other out.

“Okay.” His voice sounds slightly deeper, but he’s still wanting me to tell him more. It’s driving me crazy.

“Experimenting in a way I guess.” I sigh and run a hand through my hair. “Kind of figuring each other out in a new way.”

“How did it feel?” God, I’m sorry. I watch as he slightly darts his tongue out to wet his lips, oh Chan the things you do to me.

“Good.” I lie, because I know it felt insanely good that it alone made me crave him in just my dream.

“Like this?” His hand on his thigh reaches forward and touches mine in a different way than he did in the car. This time it felt heavier, warmer, and full of sexual tension we had built up over the years without realizing. And even then it is still just the ghost of a touch as he trails his hand against my skin feeling the way his hand glides smoothly against it. He doesn’t stop, his hand moves further each time he goes around the circle he’s creating. I wonder if he is holding back.

Another sigh leaves me at the insane feeling that my dream couldn’t even begin to relate to. “Yeah, exactly that.” 

“What next?” His hand keeps moving, slowing down and speeding up, gripping my skin and pulling back to leave the tiniest amount of space between us. I can feel the heat increasing in his hands, or is that me?

“We kissed.” My eyes dart from his hand to his face, watching his reaction to my words. I would be lying if I said the way his eyebrows raised then creased didn’t turn me on even more. Something in the idea that my words alone could affect him sent my mind racing. How else could I affect him?

I hear him intake a large breath, soothing his own tension. “How?” He wants to ruin me, I know it now.

“Small and quick at first.” I remember the way we kissed like we were afraid of what it would mean, how this kiss would change our relationship and now I can feel it truly. This would change the way we interact around each other for the rest of our lives, this one night will change us forever. Something about that excites me.

“Okay.” He doesn’t ask to know more but his head dips slightly in a gesture to continue talking as I feel his fingers grip my skin making a gasp leave my lips.

“Then we liked it, you smiled, I blushed, so we kissed again.” 

“How?” He asks again, he wants every little detail, he’s so invested in what my mind created. 

“Like we were starved.” I watch something flash behind his eyes, a small smirk forms on his face and the excitement in my veins burns dangerously. I want him so bad right now, I want to ruin our friendship.

“Like this?” In an instant his lips are on mine, kissing me slowly at first, letting my shock fade away before he dives in completely. He pushes into me more, making me lean back into the couch as he moves to lay over my body between my legs. Our bodies fit perfectly together, molding into shape like perfectly worked clay. His hand on my thigh squeezes, sending a shock through all of my nerves eliciting a gasp. And before I know it our tongues fight for dominance, neither wanting to lose this battle we have put off for so long. We were starved. 

He pulls away, placing his forehead against mine to stare into my eyes, “chan.” My voice is nothing but a whisper of my desire, he awoke the demon in me that had been waiting patiently for this moment.

“What happened next?” His voice breaks through the silence that formed between us as we tried to regain control of ourselves, but he doesn’t move.

“You kissed down my neck.” I say confidently, feeling no embarrassment or anxiety anymore as now I know he wants this just as much as me. 

He closes his eyes momentarily, inhaling deeply before asking, “how did it feel?”

“Good, really good.” My words mix with another weak sigh and I realize how desperate I sound, but I couldn’t be more indifferent to it. I no longer want to fight my need for him, he can ruin me however he wants now.

Chan moves back slightly to place his lips against my cheek in a soft ghost of a kiss following it with a trail of them down to my jaw. The kisses increase in pressure the further they go, eventually making a moan escape me when he reaches my throat. “How does it feel?”

“Better than the dream.” The desperation is evident now, especially when I feel his tongue touch my skin making it cold against the air only to warm it back up with his lips. The heat between our bodies causes sweat to form on my back, but I couldn’t care less. I know we are going to take this all the way, and I couldn’t be happier to get hot and heavy on my living room couch with my lifelong best friend.

“Tell me more.” Now his voice is laced in desire, calling to my soul and my core. I’m so turned on. He doesn’t know what he does to me yet.

“My hands roamed your body, up your chest over your shoulders.” His lips remain against the skin of my neck making gasps leave me when he nips at my skin and moans form at the back of my throat when he soothes the pain with intimate kisses.

This time he sighs, “do it.” I place my shaking hands against his skin enjoying the way the tremors stop the second they make contact. Slowly I move them feeling his muscles tense beneath my touch telling me he is enjoying it as much as me. When my hand reach the back of his shoulders I decide to use my nails and drag them against the back of his shirt. A shaky sigh fans against my skin from him and both of us inhale deeply.

Instead of waiting for him to tell me to say more I carry on, “your hands hovered up and down the outside of my thighs, you teased me.” There’s a slight irritation in my voice at the thought of being teased.

His head leans on my shoulder letting out a small chuckle at the irritation. “Yeah?” He says in a teasing way as he moves the hand on my thigh to the outside to ghost his touch along the sides, up and down. I release a groan at the feeling.

“Chan stop teasing me.” My nails dig in a little more to make him know I’m not joking, I hate being teased. But something about him being the one that is teasing me makes it feel satisfying. He is the only person who can tease me, and now the only person I want to ruin me.

“Keep talking baby.”

“Oh god.” My eyes roll at the pet name, nothing has ever sounded more perfect from him. Yet I know deep down I will hear plenty of perfect sounds from him tonight. “Chan please fuck me.”

He groans and his hand grips my thigh tightly, I have him right where I want him. “Fuck, y/n, you’re making this very hard.”

I chuckle at the double meaning as I can feel just how hard he is against my other thigh, “what’s hard?” The innocence in my voice makes him pull away and look directly in my eyes. I would do anything to have the way he’s looking at me ingrained in my brain for the rest of eternity.

“That’s it.” Seconds later I’m in his arms, legs wrapped around his waist and arms on his shoulders staring at him wide eyed. 

“Chan?” I ask looking at him as he walks towards my room, never breaking eye contact with me and gripping the back of my thighs tightly. 

“I’m about to make sure you dream of only me for the rest of your life baby.”

[defhope]

short uni kuroo/3rd year kenma to celebrate kuroos bday!!!

!! – english is Not my first language, so i apologize for the mistakes!! and it gets a little heated in the end (no smut tho)

kuroo and kenma were inseparable. since they were kids, they would always find a way to see and be with each other.

but, as always, growing up had other plans.

it was tetsurou's first year in uni and, to say less, he wasn't very present in kenmas life anymore. – i mean, of course, he kept sending messages and calling every night, but he wasn't there. and that was enough to make kenma feel a little.. uneasy.

he never realized how much he enjoyed physical touch, especially kuroos. yes, he would hug other friends sometimes, but it wasn't the same.

it was particularly a hard day today, being the third day of the training camp without kuroo. besides, kenma hasn't seen him in four months and a half, both being just too busy. so being somewhere he associated with kuroo was just harder.

at the very least, he saved one (or five) of kuroo shirts to use, and, if you squint, it still smelled like tetsurou.

kenma brought the shirt collar to his nose and sniffled before going out of the room – he was the last one, he would never ever do that somewhere where tora could see and make fun of him for being so in love with his best friend (for the record: he wasn't, he just really liked his smell and missed his touches and missed seeing him and running his fingers through his hair and-).

the day went fast, nekoma won almost all the games – of course karasuno would make an insane twist, they have main character energy after all

also, shouyo was way better than the year prior.

kenma, yamaguchi, kageyama and hinata were chilling on the side of the court. kenma showing a video to kageyama because of course he, shouyo and tadashi were making niche brainrot jokes without realizing.

kozume heard tsukishima laugh a little and looked up to him, turning to the door in the exact moment that kuroo entered the court.

tsukishima didnt even placed his glasses correctly before being attacked by a big hug from tetsurou. yamaguchi shook his hand, kageyama just waved and hinata also hugged.

kenma was standing and waiting, almost in disbelief that kuroo was there. his kuro, right there. after four months and a half.

when their eyes finally met, kenma could pass out. he missed his best friend. he almost felt like falling but kuroo was there to catch him in a big hug.

yes, he wanted act unbothered and annoyed but he just couldn't

he hugged back and took a deep breath, enjoying everything about the contact.

"hey, kitten", said kuroo. "missed you".

"missed you too", kenma managed, sounding muffled for being burried in kuroos hoodie.

"i can tell. is that my shirt?", kenma just nodded. "you look so pretty in it"

kenma looked up, his chin on kuroos chest. they were just enjoying each other before-

"BRO?!" bokuto screamed and kuroo looked away from kenma, the last actually considered killing the owl look-alike for being in the way of their moment.

the dumb and dumber started screaming-talking to each other because why wouldn't their visits coincide.

it was just a few moments later, after a little scolding and a lot of cleaning, that kenma went to the locker room after everyone had already left.

well, everyone except kuroo.

kenma was getting his clean clothes when tetsurou hugged him from behind, burying his nose in kenmas neck.

"kuro, i'm pretty sute that im not smelling very nice right now.".

"i don't care, i missed you.".

kenma faked a disappointed sigh before turning and hugging kuroo back.

"you're such a clingy cat, you know that?", kenma teased.

"am not. seeing you in my shirt after so much time just did that to me.".

"be honest with yourself, you would've glued on me even if i was wearing rotten meat.".

silence for some seconds before kuroo grunting, trying to disentangle from kenma, who laughed and held tighter, not letting kuroo go.

"i missed you so much." he let out, not really thinking.

"i missed you too". kuroo said and looked at kenma.

once again, the moment seemed to go in slow motion. they were looking at each other, so close that their breaths were ghosting each others face. it just seemed right, so kenma gave kuroo a little peck on the lips. it lingered for some seconds before he pulled away, opening his eyes to see if kuroo was uncomfortable but then he was hit by an actual kiss.

it started slow, just lips moving together. then, kenma gave an unconscious but needed lick between testsurous lips, the kiss deepening immediately.

they broke the contact when kenmas back hit the locker.

"shit- sorry." kuroo apologized. "i'm so sorry kenma-"

"i really hope you're apologizing for stopping."

"y-you want to keep going?"

"kinda", kenma shrugged. "you don't..?"

"i do!" he answered pathetically fast, cleaning his throat before saying "i do, yes." more calmer.

"then kiss me.".

kuroo always obeyed kenma, so he didn't even had to ask twice before tetsurou kissed him once again.

"neck hurts", kenma muttered.

kuroo only hummed before grabbing the back of kenmas thighs and manhandle him up.

the kiss got heated after that, both unconsciously seeking friction.

"i missed you so much", kenma pulled away to say, leaving little kisses all over kuroos face.

tetsurou laughed shyly and gave a little squeeze in kenmas thigh, pressing their bodys even closer. "i missed you too, kitten."

"is this a bad moment to say that i think i'm in love with you?" kenma asked and kuroo shook his head no.

"i think i am, too."

then they kissed again.

and again.

and again.

until kenmas phone started ringing and they heard shouyos voice outside saying something like "i guess they got lost" and tobios voice saying that it was impossible and a fight starting.

kuroo let go of kenma and gave him one last peck. "i think thats our cue".

being away from kuroo was bad, but if that meant a good makeout sesh, then let another four months and a half be.

[hidden-poet]

Bestieee I finally (after 3 years) read Professor Snow… and my god I did not know I needed a Professor Snow fic this bad 😌

I have to say… this Coryo seems like the most normal one 😂

I felt so bad for the reader. She is so sweet and I just wanted to give her the biggest hug every time he was mean to her and failed her on purpose 😭

He would catch a young boy staring at her occasionally, innocently or not, and would proceed to make an example out of him. - our jelly jelly boy!

He watched her face as it sagged when she received her first fail - awe poor girl 😭

“Yes, honey?” - honey? MY GOD 🥵

“What about this deserves a higher grade?” - damn bro 😒

“No. Hobbes and Rousseau met the criteria and you copied them. Philosophers I taught about in this class, so I have very little interest in re-reading them in your poor and clunky paraphrasing.” - HE’S SO CRUEL TO HER 😭

HOW HE CALLS HER SWEETHEART 🥵

And now he’s going to tutor us? Sign me up daddy cause i want to get fucked against his desk 🫠

Bro him tutoring her… i be so nervous around him cause i'm dumb as fuck 😂

“Very good, angel,” he praised and she glowed under him. - i can’t with these nicknames 🤤 please send help!

OMG FEED ME PLEASE 🔥 girl when he offers you food… YOU TAKE IT!

He imagined her in his home pregnant. - i too! I would gladly bear all his children 🫠

Not his whole day and mood getting ruined by another guy talking to her 😂

He barked at everyone to sit down, and the other student, who Coriolanus never bothered to learn the name of - i died of laughter at this 😂

He spoke too fast for her to finish taking notes, leaving her to try to absorb information as much as she could. - my god he’s so PETTY 🤦‍♀️

“Is my class a joke to you?” - no daddy… i- i

“Then perhaps you can tell me why after hours of wasting my time with you, you still manage to hand in something I can barely read, let alone pass?” - he’s so mean i swear if it was me i would cry on the spot 😭

“Maybe if you spent less time flirting and more time studying I could have my nights back.” - 😑😑😑

“Well?” He snaps. “Say thank you. I shouldn’t be giving you another chance.” - “What? Speak up,” he pushes. - “Go,” he flicks his hand towards the door and she rushes out. - the way i gasped and was turned on at the same time 😳

Bro he’s actually so delulu with her tho. Poor girl, she’s probably so confused too with his behavior 😂

If the other student had walked any faster, Coriolanus would have thrown open her car door and yanked her out. - oh lord this is way too hot for me too handle right now 🥵

~

I feel so bad for the her guy friend 😭 he was so mean to him too because he’s so fucking petty 🙄

“Shut up,” he spat. - “You fucking slut.” - the way I immediately changed my panties after these two lines…

“Where do you think you’re going?” - running away cause i’ll know you’ll catch me and take me back to your apartment and make me your wife and make me bear your children 😃

“Get out of the car,” he demands, - make me, daddy 🫠

“You are so fucking dumb, you know that? I’ve never seen anymore more undeserving of a place at the University than you.” - ohhh now it’s my third time changing my panties…

I love how he kidnapped us and kept us prisoner in his home. God do I love being his property 🤤

“I told you, I wasn't flirting with him!” - “Me, you dumb girl.” - call me a dumb girl again…

~

It was so cute how she was crying because she couldn't get the greenhouse door open 😂

Wow he really thought this plan through with her and her family and school, didn't he? This man continues to surprise me every time!

BESTIEEEE I loved this one-shot so much. I’m not really into student/teacher dynamics but this is Coriolanus Snow so it’s different 😂 and... HOT!

Also… HUGE congrats on finishing and getting your degree, bestie 🩷you must be so relieved! I hope you’re doing well and taking care of yourself first 🩷 can’t wait to see you in the next one! love youuuu

BESTIE! Hello!

Can’t believe he seems normal compared to the rest 😭😭

I am also not into the teacher/student dynamic. I never read them so I don’t know where this one come from.

He would be such a hot teacher through 😍

Thank you! Law is no joke and I am so grateful that my degree is over after 6 years. But more to go and then I will be a lawyer!

See you soooooon. Love you ❤️

[captain-mj]

I know you said you were working on it but I'll send another ask bc of your box clearing out but more zombie Roach (I offered you baby teeth lol) and I really would love to be all detective-y but I just got home from work and am kinda fried lol

Can I be a victim in a detective case tho that sounds fun

Absolutely! I have found the murder weapon (my motivation to write it) that killed you and will now finally put this case to rest (update this after over a month I am so sorry thank you for your patience)

Roach had cleaned up in the back of the restaurant and left, making sure to flip the sign for closed before leaving. He felt guilty for killing two civilians, especially one that had been so kind to him. The taste of them lingered in his teeth and he tried not to think about it.

Ghost had woken up at some point. He searched the entire base and when he saw Roach sneaking back on base, he ran to him, hugging him to chest until he felt Roach's bone start to creak.

Roach lightly tapped his shoulders and Ghost let go. "Don't disappear. At least for a little while." Ghost patted over him, checking for some injury that didn't exist. He fixed Roach's mask and then squeezed his face.

Roach saw it. This desperate, empty space behind his eyes. He had always been... aware that Ghost had issues. From his father, from Roba. Ghost had gotten drunk one night and spilled more to the man than he had probably told anyone in his life.

How awful he must've felt, thinking he lost someone. Roach gently squeezed his biceps before starting to signing to him. "You're okay, Ghost."

Ghost laughed. It wasn't a sound Roach heard often. "Am I okay? I'm not the one who died."

"Not recently." Roach joked, watching Ghost's eyes soften. The desolate place disappeared from him.

"Fair. Though I was just buried."

"How tragic. Glad I wasn't buried."

"May think you were a zombie if that happened." Ghost laughed.

Roach frowned under his mask. Zombie? Fuck. He might be actually. Determined not to let Ghost know about what happened, he quickly nodded. "Luckily not."

"Yeah. Luckily not."

~~~~

Price cornered Soap eventually. “His body is missing.” 

Soap didn’t even look at him. “Who?”

Price grabbed Soap and yanked him up. “MacTavish. You know who’s fucking body. Roach. Fucking Sanderson. Where is it?”

“How would I know?”

“Did Ghost take it?” 

A beat of silence and Soap sighed. “No. He didn’t take it. He’s been with me mostly. And I’ve been in his room. No bodies.” 

Price stared at him for a moment. “Look, if either of you are… dealing with feelings about this.”

“I don’t need a grief counselor, Price. Trust me.” 

“And you’re sure Ghost didn’t take the body?”

Soap turned to him fully. “What would he, or I for that matter, want with a dead body?”

Price stared at him and Soap got it.

“Jesus Christ. No.” 

“You understand Sanderson would not be okay with that, right?”

“I’m not a fucking corpse fucker.”

“I’m not accusing either of you of anything. Just… there’s a missing body. You guys were together.” 

Soap shook his head. “Wait. Wait a minute. Together? We weren’t together. None of us are together.” 

Price stared at him. “You guys weren’t? I was doing the “Don’t ask, don’t tell” thing.” 

Soap frowned. “I mean… I don’t care about that.” 

“Not because you’re bisexual, you fucking idiot. You’re a captain, Ghost is a lieutenant and Roach is… was a sergeant. The power dynamics are a big problem. I knew none of you guys would ever take advantage of each other, but it wouldn’t be a good look for any of us involved. I just assumed that’s why you all weren’t open.” Price started to drink his coffee. “Did you want to be?”

Soap paused, having to think. Yeah. He did. But he knew if he said that, Price would take it as a sad trope. Poor Soap. Didn’t get to tell him he loved him until it was too late. He wasn’t sure he could handle it knowing that Roach was alive and well in Ghost’s room. 

“No. I never really considered Roach more than a friend.”

“And Ghost?”

Soap blushed. “You know how he is. I would never want to push him. If he came to me, I would in a heartbeat.” He decided not to tell Price about that kiss. Part of him wanted to. Wanted to gush like a teen. But they were adults in the military and while Price may occasionally act as a father figure for him, Soap wasn’t quite willing to debase himself that much. 

“I got ya, son. Promise me you’ll tell me about any change with him. This isn’t an order, its a friend asking a friend. You know I worry about him too.” 

“I know, I know.” Soap patted his arms. “I’m keeping an eye on him, preventing him to do anything to himself or others.” 

Price nodded and left. 

Soap went straight to their room. “Price is suspicious. Roach, you need to be careful.”

Roach nodded and gave a thumbs up, laying on the bed. He was eating slim jims. 

Ghost was on the floor, staring somewhere else.

Soap gently tapped him and he looked up. With his sunglasses off, he could see his eyes. Soft brown. Giant doe eyes. Reminded him of the cows on his ma’s farm. 

“You okay?”

“Yeah. Can you watch Roach a while?” 

“Course. Where ya heading?”

“Just… out.” 

Soap dropped it, knowing Ghost was a mystery even more confusing than Roach’s revival. They were camping in his room as well, he probably wanted some privacy finally. 

Ghost did care a lot about his privacy. He was getting away from them to get a second alone, but that wasn’t the only reason he had stepped out. 

The bar it happened. That man had to know something. He’d ask around, see if anyone saw him. Surely someone must’ve. He was gorgeous, rather tall and he hadn’t really been discreet about himself. 

Ghost entered the bar, noticing the air smelled sweet again, like the cologne. He stepped further in and glanced around, a sickness rolling in his stomach. Something felt wrong. 

When he found them in the backroom, he knew he was right. The bartender he recognized, but no one else, even if he had a sneaking suspicion that all of them were present that night. It had been two days now. Rot set into their bodies. The perfume of it. 

Ghost stepped back. That man had smelled like death and rot and Ghost had been too drunk to piece it together. His coffin in Mexico had reeked of it from Vernon’s body. It tickled at his sinuses until he finally just a took a deep breath and relaxed. 

This wasn’t the other night where he had been too drunk to even think. Too drunk to calm himself. 

Whatever he faced had given him Roach back. If there was a cost, well. Ghost would pay it. Strip himself down to the bone for him. For it. 

He turned away and poured himself a bourbon. Next to him, he put a shot of tequila. The night it happened, it had been a virgin pina coloda, but he didn’t know how to make one of those and he had a feeling if this thing wanted to talk to him, he would. 

And there he was. Dark eyes staring at him from across the bar. He didn’t bother to hide himself as much. Dark circles were the only real indicator there was something wrong. That and the fucking smell. 

“Enjoy your gift?”

“So that was you.” 

“Course it was.” He smiled. His fangs jutted out. 

Ghost downed the shot. “What do I call you?”

He thought for a minute before smiling. “Grim.”

“Grim?”

“Like Grim Reaper. Yes.” Grim replied, touching the tequila but not drinking. 

“Why?”

Grim laughed. “Why not? You are my most dutiful servant. You’re only competition the Scottish man you follow. Why not reward you?” 

Ghost didn’t trust him. It felt too easy. “Servant?”

“Killer. You bring me so many souls. It’s perfect.” “Why him? Why not other people I lost?”

“Easy. You wanted vengeance for them. If you got them back, you would’ve stopped. But with Roach… the men responsible were already being punished. Didn’t need you. You were going to stop killing. So I gave him back to you. Dripping in blood. Reborn.” Grim purred. “When you die, he’ll die too. But your death won’t be for a while. I’ll make sure of it.” 

Ghost stared at him. “When I retire?”

“You’re so entertaining. We both know you’ll never retire. You’ll keep going until you die in the field. Born in violence, die in violence. That’s what you’ll do.” 

Ghost looked down into the liquid. “You say it like its fated.”

“No. Not fated. There is no fate. Nothing is written in stone. Things do not come to be because they’re meant to be. It’s why I need you alive. But I know you. I know you intimately. And you’ll keep going until you can’t.” 

Ghost grabbed the bottle and continued to drink. “Thank you for giving him back. Will I be seeing you again?” 

“Probably. I hope not. For your sake.” Grim grinned. Too many teeth. Stunningly beautiful. 

Ghost paused. Is this what Death was like to everyone?

“Nope. Just you Simon.” 

Ghost shivered and continued to leave.

~~~~

Roach told Price. Ghost saw Soap’s sleeping form and knew immediately what happened. Could feel it in his fucking bones. 

He dragged Soap up and he started profusely apologizing. Soap almost started to freak out before taking a deep breath to calm himself. 

They ventured into the hallways and started to look. Ghost went to all of his favorite spots: rafters, roof, the top part of the closet where he cleaned the space out for himself. Nothing. He knew where he was, deep down. Knew he went to Price. But facing him was… Ghost didn’t want to.

Soap tugged them there, frustration clear on his face. 

Sur enough, Roach was there in front of the desk.

"We're going to have to do tests. Psych evaluation. You must've been in a coma or something. Yeah. Somehow the embalming didn't kill you either." Price muttered the last part to himself. His normally put together attitude was fraying at the edges.

Roach stared over his head, somewhere else right now.

He looked fine. Color back in his face. Not much though, the man  was still British. He only had a slightly darker complexion than Ghost.

Roach looked at Ghost and smiled, the scars tugging slightly at his skin. The burn scars were more prominent now that he was no longer so pale. Ghost wanted to trace them.

"I've already scheduled them." Soap wasn't Soap right now. He was Captain MacTavish. Large and in Charge. Ghost and Roach thought he was hot when he acted like this, both having talked about it before. His back straight and shoulders set. "I'm also keeping him out of mission work until further notice."

Roach looked up and made a displeased noise.

"You knew?”

“Was just… trying to figure out how to tell you, sir.”

“When?”

“36 hours.” Ghost paused, doing the math. That didn’t sound right, but he hadn’t slept much. Maybe it was. 

Price just stared at him before staring at Roach. “Bloody fucking hell.” 

Roach quickly signed. “Didn’t go to hell actually. Didn’t go anywhere. It was a quick blink and I was in the morgue.” He grinned and made a frankly perfectly timed joke. “I’m undead.” 

[uglypastels]

For the spotify thing

Eddie Munson friends to lovers smut. I'm a sucker for idiots in love lol

Watermelon Sugar (or if that has been taken Carolina would also be great because who wouldn't swoon at Eddie calling them a good girl)

- @eddiesprincess86

ok so I got another request, "for the spotify wrapped event can you do carolina with eddie munson? 🫶🏻" so I guess I'm killing two birds with one stone doing this one. i had this idea and it turned into... I'm not sure what this is but I'm vibing and i hope its fun. (i know you requested smut, and I'm sorry I didn't include it, sorry </3)

no explicit warnings. reference to drugs and alcohol, no consumption tho

Spotify Wrapped Blurb event > send in a request! (masterlist)

You knew you were in trouble when his eyes met yours across the room. Trying not to pay him too much attention, putting your anxieties aside, you put all your focus on the people around you. Join in on the conversation. Pretend as if you belong. 

But no matter how well you merged in with the crowd, he could tell. After all, it was his album release party you were crashing. 

To your surprise, he didn’t call for security. Instead, he walked over to you, drink in hand. Leaning against the bar, he asked away from everyone else: ‘Now, how did you get in here, sweetheart?’ 

‘Sorry?’ you gave a shot at playing dumb, but it didn’t fool him. 

‘How did you get in?’ He asked a bit louder, not sternly or with anger, just to get his voice above the music. He was amused. ‘Bribed the guards, did we?’ 

‘I have my ways.’ Was all you said, looking up at him from above your crystal glass. At this point, you knew you were safe. He wasn’t going to do anything. 

‘What’s your name?’ he asked, so you told him. Then he tried to introduce himself: ‘I’m Eddie.’  

‘I know,’ you stated it. Of course, you knew him. Not even because you were a huge fan of his music. But everyone knew the lead singer of Corroded Coffin… whether they wanted to or not. 

You took another sip of your drink. Neat whisky. Eddie watched the liquid drain out of the glass, expecting you to flinch from the burn of it, yet being heavily disappointed. ‘Don’t worry,’ you assured him, ‘I can handle a bit of fun.’ And you certainly held up to that promise. 

Eddie barely left your side that night. To this day, he jokes about how it was for the sake of safety that he was just keeping an eye on you. “Damage control” or “making sure you didn’t steal anything”. 

Yes, years went by, and somehow your lives merged. Some would call it friendship. Any time you had the chance to see each other, which was a rare occurrence considering Eddie's busy rockstar lifestyle (that you constantly teased him about, naturally), you were at each other’s side. Most often, that meant that you would meet him at the studio when the band was recording. It was one of those days, but slightly different. 

You had never seen the guys be this distraught. The worst possible thing had happened— writer’s block. 

The instruments were left astray as all four band members were losing hope of their new record. Eddie still had his guitar on his lap but had stopped torturing himself by playing one failed riff after another. 

When they were in their “thinking zone”, you always made sure not to interrupt, not wanting to accidentally stop the creative juices from flowing, but seeing them torture themselves like this… you couldn’t do it. So, you got up and announced it was time for a break. 

‘We don’t need a break, we need ideas,’ Eddie groaned, spinning around in his chair, head hung back so he could stare up at the ceiling. 

‘Who knows, maybe some tacos will be the muse you have been looking for, now c’mon,’ you pulled his arm as hard as you could, but in the end, it was his own free will to get up that got Eddie moving. You dragged him to the kitchen, where the rest of the band had already assembled. ‘The tacos might have been a bad idea,’ you said once you realised there really was not enough food in the house to cook. ‘But– oh fuck,’ you opened a cupboard just to be greeted with an avalanche of pots. Before the stainless steel hit you in the face, Gareth caught the biggest pot just in time, stopping everything else from falling– minus one lid that made an incredible ruckus, possibly heard through the entire neighbourhood. 

‘Is it just me or did that sound kind of good,’ Gareth hit the lid again, looking up at the rest of the band. 

‘Did you take something? How many times did I tell you guys, don’t fucking trip before–’ 

‘No I’m not high, asshole,’ Gareth called Eddie out. ‘Just– wait.’ He searched around frantically through the other drawers before finding a large wooden spoon and banging it across the pan that almost knocked one of your teeth out a minute before. ‘Imagine this as, like, a backing track.’ It was a hollow metal sound. Not very melodic, but loud. Gareth kept on slamming the spoon on the pot like a maniac as the rest of the band looked at him as you watched them from the side. Seeing them at work was always fascinating, but this… well, this was one for the history books, especially when Gareth grabbed another pan and started to figure out how to use the different utensils to make different sounds. 

‘Fuck, man.’ Eddie sighed, his hand rubbing out the stress from his face, ‘i hate how good that sounds.’ Oh yeah, he was getting ideas. Or perhaps not, because the next thing you know, the lead of the band leaves the kitchen. There is an awkward pause where none of you know what to do until Eddie comes back, guitar on his shoulder. 

‘Do that shit again,’ he tells Gareth. 

‘Please, no need for such formalities.’ Gareth rolls his eyes but resumes his little kitchen orchestra. Eddie listens intently before strumming his first chord; slowly, he builds on it.  

And not just a melody. He’s humming. Words started to appear from the soft humming, and before you knew it, he sang a whole verse– more or less. It was still very much a work in progress, so most of the lyrics were half-mumbled as he still was figuring out the perfect phrasing.

‘Where did that come from?’ you asked, stunned at how easily the words came to him. The writer’s block from before seemed to have disappeared entirely. 

‘Just something I kept on the back log.’ He said, not fazed much. ‘Work in progress.’

‘I like it,’ you said. Not that it mattered much. You were merely an invited spectator in these sessions, but surely some praise could always be somewhat appreciated from time to time. Eddie seemed to think so, at least, as he smiled sheepishly, glancing down at his guitar. He never needed to look at the strings as he played anymore, and yet now he couldn’t look away from the instrument. 

‘Does this mean that we have to write all our songs in the kitchen from now on?’ Jeff quipped. 

‘Oh, god no, it smells here of old take-out.’ Eddie commented. ‘Just grab what you need, and we can finish this up… if you guys are into it.’ There were no objections to the plan, so you quickly helped Gareth bring all the pots and pans into the living room, where they had all their writing stuff set up. 

The next few hours were spent figuring out how to incorporate everything they wanted into something coherent, but unfortunately, nothing seemed to work anymore. Maybe the kitchen was the best place to work, after all? 

‘This isn’t working,’ Eddie was about to pull his hair out. ‘We can’t do it all at the same time.’ but at the same time, to remove any of the elements they had come up with would completely change the song, which they were not prepared to do. One thing you learned about the band: they were some of the most talented and most stubborn mutherfuckers in the industry. Once they had their mind set on something, there was no going back. So the damn pans would stay, and they would sound amazing. No matter the cost. 

There was a long silence, the longest that had occurred since the morning, as everyone in the room tried to think of some solution. It felt silly, but even you tried to think of something, just wanting to help out. 

Eddie called out your name almost as if he could read your mind. ‘Come here, sweetheart.’ You got up from your chair, awaiting further instructions, but those were directed at Gareth. ‘Show her how to hit the beat.’

‘What?’ you asked, confused. Last time you checked, you had no musical bone in your body, and you were just here for moral support and to make sure the guys didn’t kill each other or themselves out of frustration (let’s be honest, mostly Eddie. He could be quite a lot to handle sometimes). 

‘We need more hands on deck if we want to make this work now.’ 

And that’s how you played a very simple beat on the drums for the band. It was enough for now, as they got through the rest of the writing. It was pretty fun, but you did still manage to mess up a few times. No one gave you a hard time for it. All they focused on was the stuff you did manage to do. It was Eddie’s turn to praise you at one moment when you got through the entire song without any mistakes.

Taking a small break, he came up to you as the rest of the band had gone off to do their things for a moment. 

‘Thanks for helping us out.’ 

‘Pretty sure I’m doing more damage than good,’ you laughed. ‘Wouldn’t it be better for me to hit the pans?’ 

‘It’s Gareth’s vision, so unless you’re prepared to get into all that…’ he smiled, ‘but you’re doing great.’ 

‘True, just don’t get angry if I keep messing up.’ 

‘I would never.’ Eddie fake pouted, ‘not at my good girl.’ the words branded you from the inside, sparking up something that froze you for a moment. When you looked back up at him, Eddie had a wide smirk on his lips. Jeff had just walked back into the room carrying a beer, so Eddie leaned in closer to you to keep your conversation private. ‘Besides, seeing you hit it like that, it’s kind of hot.’ 

‘Shut up,’ you dug your elbow into his ribs playfully. 

‘That won’t be possible, I’m afraid.’ Eddie said, and he was right, since you still had a few hours of work ahead of you before the band called it a night. The house they were using to write at was rented, with enough rooms for all the band members to have their own, so once sleep called, they all disappeared behind their doors, leaving you and Eddie alone. 

‘Next time, I promise we’ll go somewhere. Just us.’ He huffed out, and sunk back into the couch. 

‘Oh, I had fun.’  You smiled, sitting down next to him. 

‘And I’m glad, but I would much rather spend my time with you and actually being with you.’ 

‘Next time then,’ you agreed to his earlier promise. ‘But I’m happy to see you guys managed to get out of that writer’s block.’ 

‘Yeah, it was… something. I’m still not sure about it all. What do you think?’ Eddie lazily pulled you into his lap, placing his chin on your shoulder. 

‘It’s great. Well, the pots and pans strategy is for sure…  interesting but I think you guys have something amazing brewing here. I just…’ you bit the inside of your cheek. 

‘What?’ He sounded so tired. The long day was finally draining him out. 

‘I just… can’t help but think some of it sounds a bit familiar.’ You quickly clarified: ‘some of the lyrics, especially the one about sneaking into parties, the drinking, the…. Other stuff.’

‘I don��t know what you’re talking about.’ The little kiss he left on your arm sent a shock through your body. 

‘No, of course not. Maybe it’s just deja vu or something.’ 

‘Must be.’ 

‘Mhm,’ you agreed, and yet couldn’t help but giggle at the idea of Eddie having a song in his back pocket about the day you met. 

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