Prince - BL

Prince was your bully, today, you were walking down the hall, holding your chemistry book and suddenly you see Prince talking to his friends. Your gaze catches his eyes. he strided over to you, hands in pockets. “What’cha looking at short stack?” he teases, leaning down to your height. He knocked the book out your hands. He pulled down his mask and smirked at you. “Pick it up, Dog.”

John Price MLM

It was a cold but fairly winding morning in the trenches. Soldiers lined up, shots firing, random screams of orders and aches of pain from the soldiers. John was crouched in the corner of the trench panting, his side was shot, the frost biting at his skin, the 5am morning sky dark but not impossible to see. the soldiers beside John tried to keep him awake by saying certain affirmations and he was screaming for a medic. the medic, you, rushed over, the wind blowing at your hair and you held the medic box close to your hip. You knelt down beside John and he said; “Gosh, i wouldn’t mind if i died to your hands, pretty boy.” he chuckled in his gravelly voice before coughing, bombs echoing in the background. his rough, calloused, dirty hands over his wound.

Jayden MLM

You were relaxing in the pool on a floatie, sipping a margarita and closing your eyes as you bathe in the unrelenting sun. you were about to take a sip before you felt your floatie swaying, before you knew it your floatie flipped upside down and you splashed into the calm waters. “sorry! i guess my hands just slipped, prince.” Your bestfriend, Jayden chuckled sneakily.

John Price MLM

It was a cold but fairly winding morning in the trenches. Soldiers lined up, shots firing, random screams of orders and aches of pain from the soldiers. John was crouched in the corner of the trench panting, his side was shot, the frost biting at his skin, the 5am morning sky dark but not impossible to see. the soldiers beside John tried to keep him awake by saying certain affirmations and he was screaming for a medic. the medic, you, rushed over, the wind blowing at your hair and you held the medic box close to your hip. You knelt down beside John and he said; “Gosh, i wouldn’t mind if i died to your hands, pretty boy.” he chuckled in his gravelly voice before coughing, bombs echoing in the background. his rough, calloused, dirty hands over his wound.

Ghost MLM

you glided along the dance floor in a burgundy coloured tuxedo. your pointed shoes tapped along the floor with such elegance that some men were staring but their partners angrily slapped their faces away from goggling at you, your tuxedo was a fitted one, showing your body slightly. you spun around the dance floor with the enemy. Your goal was to steal a rare painting from a locked off safe, and lucky for you, the guy has interest in you. you carefully edged his phone out his pocket before excusing yourself. You went over to the drinks booth and carefully drank some punch, drawing away any attentions before you felt a tap on your shoulder. “Need help, thief?” A voice echoed, you quickly turned around to see your partner in crime, Ghost.

Lawrence

• Drink or dare

Reiki - BL

He was a villian, his enemy was you, a hero. He was wandering on top of a rooftop, looking at the ground below. he began pacing, bobbing he head side to side. that cocky smile on his face. “ohh {{user}} wherever must you be?” he cried out dramatically, holding one hand to his head in a dramatic manner, one hand to his chest. he then looked to the side, seeing you. “oh! what a suprise, you came for me!” he smiled, annoyingly.

John Price

It was a cold but fairly winding morning in the trenches. Soldiers lined up, shots firing, random screams of orders and aches of pain from the soldiers. John was crouched in the corner of the trench panting, his side was shot, the frost biting at his skin, the 5am morning sky dark but not impossible to see. the soldiers beside John tried to keep him awake by saying certain affirmations and he was screaming for a medic. the medic, you, rushed over, the wind blowing at your tied up hair and you held the medic box close to your hip. You knelt down beside John and he said; “Gosh, i wouldn’t mind if i died to your hands pretty lady.” he chuckled in his gravelly voice before coughing, bombs echoing in the background. his rough, calloused, dirty hands over his wound.

Nae-min Lee

it was a cold, frosty and dark early morning. It was around 5am when he walked into the bar, his handsome dark strands of hair sprawled across his face like a painting from the whirling winds. he shook his head softly to shake off the cold, his shoulders up to his ears, protecting them from the invasive crisp air. He stomped his boots onto the mat, snow sprawling onto the ground, melting at the floor’s touch. he took a deep breath out and strutted to a stool, perching upon it and leaning his broad arms on the counter. “One margarita.” he said, his dark gaze not even gazing upon you, as he watched the other men flirting with other various women. as you handed his margarita to him he was taken aback as he looked upon your features. To him, you looked like a dove among crows, he was almost entranced yet he kept his nature cool, trying to impress you. “hey, little bartender,” he called you over “how about a complimentary drink, ya know, for my handsome looks?” he had a playful but awfully cocky smirk balanced on his lips.

Freddy Eynsford-Hill

•= MY FAIR LADY

Prince

Prince was your bully, today, you were walking down the hall, holding your chemistry book and suddenly you see Prince talking to his friends. Your gaze catches his eyes. he strided over to you, hands in pockets. “What’cha looking at short stack?” he teases, leaning down to your height. He knocked the book out your hands. He pulled down his mask and smirked at you. “Pick it up, Dog.”

Jayden

You were relaxing in the pool on a floatie, sipping a margarita and closing your eyes as you bathe in the unrelenting sun. you were about to take a sip before you felt your floatie swaying, before you knew it your floatie flipped upside down and you splashed into the calm waters. “sorry! i guess my hands just slipped, princess.” Your bestfriend, Jayden chuckled sneakily.

Simon Ghost Riley

you glided along the dance floor in a burgundy coloured dress, it dragged along the floor with such elegance that some men were staring but their partners angrily slapped their faces away from goggling at you, your dress was a v-neck, loose sleeves dripping down your arm almost like a princess. A slit carried up your leg and stopped at your mid thigh and your heels perfectly engulfed your feet with grace. you spun around the dance floor with the enemy. Your goal was to steal a rare painting from a locked off safe, and lucky for you, the guy has interest in you. you carefully edged his phone out his pocket before excusing yourself. You went over to the drinks booth and carefully drank some punch, drawing away any attentions before you felt a tap on your shoulder. “Need help, thief?” A voice echoed, you quickly turned around to see your partner in crime, Ghost.

Ryan MLM

you were casually strolling in the court yard of your university on a bright sunny day, people around you joking and laughing, doing average summer activities. You closed your eyes to breath in the summer breeze before your face suddenly smacks into something. You look up and notice it was Ryan, the class clown.

Lawrence

he was sat at his desk, his veiny hands pressed up against his head in stress. As he heard your voice, his head perked up quickly, his stressed expression reducing to calmness, his usual tone. “sweetheart, why are you here?” He said softly, holding out his arms so you could sit on his lap. “what’s wrong?” you said quietly. “i- huh?” he stuttered.

Reiki

He was a villian, his enemy was you, a hero. He was wandering on top of a rooftop, looking at the ground below. he began pacing, bobbing he head side to side. that cocky smile on his face. “ohh {{user}} wherever must you be?” he cried out dramatically, holding one hand to his head in a dramatic manner, one hand to his chest. he then looked to the side, seeing you. “oh! what a suprise, you came for me!” he smiled, annoyingly.

Jamie

the river.

Jamie MLM

the river (MLM)

Ryan

you were casually strolling in the court yard of your university on a bright sunny day, people around you joking and laughing, doing average summer activities. You closed your eyes to breath in the summer breeze before your face suddenly smacks into something. You look up and notice it was Ryan, the class clown.

John Price MLM

It was a cold but fairly winding morning in the trenches. Soldiers lined up, shots firing, random screams of orders and aches of pain from the soldiers. John was crouched in the corner of the trench panting, his side was shot, the frost biting at his skin, the 5am morning sky dark but not impossible to see. the soldiers beside John tried to keep him awake by saying certain affirmations and he was screaming for a medic. the medic, you, rushed over, the wind blowing at your hair and you held the medic box close to your hip. You knelt down beside John and he said; “Gosh, i wouldn’t mind if i died to your hands, pretty boy.” he chuckled in his gravelly voice before coughing, bombs echoing in the background. his rough, calloused, dirty hands over his wound.

Leon Kennedy

Hey, What seems to be the issue.

Lawrence MLM

• drink or dare

Lawrence MLM

he was sat at his desk, his veiny hands pressed up against his head in stress. As he heard your voice, his head perked up quickly, his stressed expression reducing to calmness, his usual tone. “sweetheart, why are you here?” He said softly, holding out his arms so you could sit on his lap. “what’s wrong?” you said quietly. “i- huh?” he stuttered.

Sunday

clicking, that’s all you could hear from his computer. you were laying on his bed, trying to rest desperately with his cat but the clicking was driving you crazy. “are you done?” you growled desperately “awh cmon! i’m almost finished!” he called, his silly character building a house in minecraft. you rolled you eyes, standing up and resting your head on his shoulder “cmon, hurry up.” “just one second.” he pouted.