#I'm gonna build a time machine and go back there to beat the shit out of her

[naomigoesferaldotcom]

Did you know Scipio Moorhead was likely the artist to have created The Portrait of Phillis Wheatley in the form of a drawing, which was subsequently engraved and published by Archibald Archibald Bell on the frontispiece of 'Poems of Various Subjects, Religious and Moral'.

Fun bonus fact: I wanna go to bed

[ficnation]

Chapter 4: The Love She Holds

Series: “She” Word count: 2,7k+ Pairing: Angel Reyes x Female! Reader Warnings: 18+; mayans mc typical warnings, unwanted touch, SMUT kinda A/n: What we're all been waiting for ✨ PS. If I reread this one more time before posting I'll probably scrape it all bcs I'm never satisfied 😩 If you enjoyed reading this please reblog and let me know your thoughts!

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For the next few days, Angel can’t look you in the eyes—hell, he can’t even bring himself to leave his room when he hears you shuffling around the apartment. He waits for the sound of the lock shifting in the door before he can bring himself to stick his head out of his safe haven. 

Angel knows he’s the one that fucked up this whole thing with you. He was lonely, and you were in his life for such a long ass time. You’ve never let him down—not even once. You are the sweetest person he’s ever met, yet you can still kick his ass when he’s being a dick. Falling in love with you was inevitable, but he didn’t know it would happen so fast—so soon. 

The man sighs as he leans his elbows on the wooden counter, listening to the wheezing of the coffee machine as hot black liquid spurts into the mug. The sound was tickling his nerves in a certain—very annoying—way. It didn’t make him even slightly angry before the bath incident, but now he just can’t stand it—it makes his head hurt. 

He slams his fist onto the counter, cursing loudly. The coffee spills over the edge of the mug and barely misses his hand. 

“I should fuckin’ do something,” he murmurs to himself through clenched teeth. Since when was he afraid to go after a woman he loves? He’s never been a goddamn pussy. What changed?

You are just so different than anyone Angel’s ever been with. He doesn’t want to lose you—can’t fucking stand the thought of you walking away. He has to do something. 

He drops Maverick off at Felipe’s house—gives them some abuelo-nieto time while he drives over to the bar where you work. It’s a shithole—a very suspicious one at that—yet the parking lot in front is almost full. The neon sign above the door flashes on and off when Angel slams the door of his car shut. Jesus, it’s gonna give someone a headache or a fucking seizure.

Entering this building was probably one of the worst mistakes in life—the man thinks as he’s greeted by a couple almost going at it by the entrance. The skinny blond dude has his hand down the poor girl’s skimpy skirt as she moans loudly in his ear, hips rolling into his palm. Fucking disgusting. 

He was doing the same exact shit back in the day when he was dumb, reckless, and didn’t care about anyone other than himself. But now the view makes him almost gag. 

The brunet pushes past the lovebirds—or rather fuckbirds—through the narrow hallway to the main area. The dimmed red lights flashing above his head and the music that makes every wall pulse with the beat make it seem like more of a club rather than a bar. He’s surprised when he takes a few more steps and a woman dressed in booty shorts with her whole tits out passes by him with a tray full of colorful shots. What the fuck is this place?

Angel looks around wildly, searching the topless women’s faces in fear he’ll recognize one of them. He pushes past the swaying bodies in the middle of the room, and then he sees you—working behind the bar.

He’s relieved when he notices that your chest is covered by one of those bralette thingies you like to wear so much. But he’s not sure whether this relief comes from not wanting the pathetic men around the bar to stare at your perfect body or not wanting to get another surprise boner in front of you. 

“You didn’t tell me you’re a bartender now,” he yells through the loud music as your gaze finds him, your eyes widening in shock.

You serve one of the men at the bar a bottle of beer, popping the cap simultaneously, then you come back to Angel and squint at him, trying to find a clue as to why he turned up at your workplace and how he even knew where to find you. This bar was almost an hour's drive away from Santo Padre. 

“What the hell are you doing here? I do not have time to put up with your shit right now, Angel,” you sneer at him as you lean over the bar in hopes he’ll hear you better, take the hint and retreat back to his car. 

“I’m fucking sorry, alright?!” He throws his hands in the air in exasperation, almost knocking a drink out of some poor girl’s hand.

You blink once, then twice, and your eyebrows scrunch up in annoyance, “Fuck off.” You whip around and go the opposite way to serve another customer. 

That’s definitely not how Angel imagined this conversation would go. He didn’t know you were that mad at him. He was a moron to think you’d accept his apology without a peep in the middle of a sea of drunk strangers. This wasn’t a goddamn telenovela. 

The man sighs deeply in annoyance before following you to the other side of the bar. “Querida, can we talk? Give me five fucking minutes.”

At first, he’s sure you’ll just ignore him as your eyes almost pop out of your skull—that’s how hard you roll them at his words—but then you turn to him with teary eyes. “I’m at work. I can’t. You really couldn’t wait and ambush me when I’m home?” 

“It was an impulse,” he admits. Angel knew it was pretty dumb to think that if he came here, you’d drop everything, so he could explain himself and get rid of this guilt that’s been eating him alive for the past few days. “Please, querida.”

��Oh, for god’s sake,” you curse under your breath before waving over the other bartender and shouting through the noise to her that you’re taking a break. 

You join Angel on the other side of the counter and tug at his kutte, leading him toward the exit. Before you can even reach the hallway, someone bumps into you, their hands grabbing at your naked waist. 

“Hey there, bonita,” the man greets you. The smell of his cologne and cigarettes makes your eyes widen—you know it very well. 

Angel stands there for a second, his left brow raised in annoyance and confusion because you seem to know this guy—and he really doesn’t like that thought. He pushes the stranger’s hands off your body with a sneer. 

“Man, don’t fucking touch her like that.”

You catch Angel’s forearm and squeeze almost painfully, your nails digging into his inked skin. You don’t turn your head toward him even for a quarter of a second. 

“The hell? We’re friends, big guy.” The man’s deep voice and graying beard confuse him even more. Since when do you fancy fucking grandpas? 

“Uh, Cesar, hi,” you greet him, your voice squeaky and the upward quirk of your lips fake. The second the stranger’s gaze falls over your grip on the brunet’s arm, you release him. “Sorry, I’ve actually just finished my shift.”

“No, you fucking didn’t.” Cesar’s eyebrows and nose scrunch threateningly. Who the fuck is this guy to be talking to you like that?

You reply without missing a beat, “My kid’s got a fever. It’s an emergency.”

The old guy looks between your face and Angel’s before the grimace falls. The smirk taking its place isn’t any less threatening. “You must be the baby daddy, huh?” he asks, but his tone is clearly mocking.

You pray in your head that Angel will hold his short temper at bay. You know, one wrong word to Cesar equals a shit ton of trouble—even the satisfaction of wiping that disgusting smirk off his face wasn’t worth it. 

“Mi niña hermosa. So fucking good at riding, she got herself a biker,” Cesar almost moans those words out as his hand finds your hip, fingers toying with the belt loop of your dress pants. You don’t move to slap his hand away.

Angel raises his fist to punch him, his teeth gritting against each other almost audibly. Before he can deliver that hit, you push him aside and usher him out of the door. You don’t say another word to that Cesar guy—not even a goodbye—as he slips a bill into your back pocket and slaps your ass.

Angel is fucking livid because you know how to take care of yourself, he saw you kill a man before, crush his skull with your goddamn boot, and yet you just take the disrespect in silence. It’s not like you.

Once you’re out the door and out of earshot, he explodes. “Why the fuck did you let him treat you like that?!” His voice reverberates through the night air, earning the two of you a few concerned and annoyed glances from the bystanders. 

“That’s my boss. Now shut up and take me home,” you mumble, exhausted, looking around the parking lot in search of Angel’s car. “I spent an hour in the car with that dick to even get here, and now I’m going back after not even half of my shift just because you couldn’t wait to talk,” you rant, almost stumbling over your words.

When you reach the car, and he opens the door at the passenger side like always, he’s surprised to catch a glimpse of tears running down your cheeks. He joins you inside with a sigh, concerned eyes finding your head turned away from him as you stare through the side window. 

“Cariño, I’m sorry,” Angel whispers, his hand reaching to push a loose strand of hair behind your ear. 

You sniffle, wiping your cheeks with your bare arm. “Every single time I feel like we’re closer than ever and that maybe you feel something toward me too, you fucking push me away.”

“I know, I’m—”

You cut him off before he has a chance to apologize again, “No, I’m speaking right now. You’ve never yelled at me before. Not like that. You scared the shit out of me, and I blamed myself. Wondered what the hell I did to deserve it. But I didn’t do shit.” You throw your arms in the air, gesticulating toward him. You still refuse to meet his eyes. “You fucked up. Not me. You’re the one that’s been playing with my feelings all this time, and god forbid I try to even out the stakes.”

Angel’s now the one tearing up as his eyes widen at your words. “Querida, I didn’t mean it. I didn’t fucking mean it.” His fingers find solace in tugging on his hair in frustration.  “And I never wanted you to feel like I’m playing with your feelings. I’m so sorry.”

You turn away from him again, biting your lip to keep the sobs inside. “Please, just drive me home, Angel.” The desperation in your voice is heartbreaking. 

So he does what you ask of him and drives you home in silence. He doesn’t have it in him to try again when you’re already struggling, trying to keep the whimpers from wrecking your body. And when you pull up in front of your apartment building with a heavy heart, he lets you jump out of the car and rush to the door. 

He stays in his seat, trying to recollect himself—it doesn’t help, he still hates himself for making you feel this way. It takes a while for him to get inside the apartment, he dreads that when he walks in, you’ll tell him to take his shit and get out of your life. 

Angel knows he fucked up, and you were right; he played with your feelings—played with his own too. He slept in your bed almost every night, cuddled with you, kissed your forehead and told you ‘goodnight’ and ‘good morning’. How was it any different from how he’d treat Nails, Luisa, or any other woman he loved? Minus the sex. And when you challenged that unspoken boundary—on purpose or not—he chickened out and treated you like a plague. What the hell was wrong with him?

The apartment is swallowed in darkness when he enters it. You’re nowhere to be seen, and he figures out you’ve probably shut yourself inside your room, maybe even locked the door, so he wouldn’t be able to come in. He wouldn’t blame you.

He sits on the couch in the gloom and stares into the void. He’ll wait for you to come to him once you’re ready—he’ll sit here for hours if he has to. Angel needs to fix this, tell you what’s really been on his mind the past couple of days—tell you how much you mean to him, how much he loves you, and how fucking terrifying it is. 

Three hours pass, and he’s almost dozed off on the couch, his head tilted forward, his back slumped, and his eyelids drooping with every second. The wooden floor creaks underneath your footsteps, waking him up completely. The sleepiness evaporates into thin air as he straightens up and finds your frame in the darkness. 

You switch on one of the lamps in the corner of the room. Its warm glow takes over its surroundings, but not overwhelmingly so. Angel squints a little as your frame drops onto the couch beside him. You sniffle softly before leaning your head on his shoulder.

His heart shatters just a little bit more, and his voice carries it, breaking in the middle of the sentence, “I’m sorry, cariño.”

You don’t acknowledge his apology—you don’t really need to. Your next words are all the forgiveness he could ever want. 

“I love you, Angel,” you mumble against his arm. It’s a quiet confession, yet it echoes in his mind like a mantra.

He feels your tears soaking into the sleeve of his shirt. The man blinks in shock once, or twice, then pulls you into his lap and presses a gentle kiss against your forehead. 

“You know I love you too, right? More than any woman I’ve ever loved,” he admits, and it pains him, but it’s the truth.

He loved Luisa and Stephanie, but those feelings pale in comparison to what he feels for you. Angel never experienced this overwhelming want to protect someone from the whole goddamn world—the pure need to spend every single minute of his life with them and care about them more than he’s ever cared about himself. He feels that for you—like he could throw himself into a burning fire if someone promised him his sacrifice would give you and Maverick safety for the rest of your lives. 

You straighten up in his arms and cradle his jaw in your palms. When your eyes meet, you see that burning fire in them. He doesn’t need to say anything else—you understand him without words. 

Your lips press against his tentatively at first, tasting the love and longing. But Angel has a different idea. He pulls you flush against his chest, hands tangling in your hair as he deepens the kiss. His tongue grazes the plush of your lips, and you part them for him without a second thought. 

That night, he fucks you on the couch in the middle of your living room, your back pressed against the cushions as he slides inside you with a guttural groan. It’s sweet and needy. The desire you harbored for each other finally released into the world—he’s far past feeling guilty, and sorry for a woman that’s long gone.

Your moans reverberate through the room, and all he can think about is how perfectly he fits inside you—like you were made just for him. One look into your eyes, and he knows you’re thinking the same thing. 

Your nails bite into the bare skin of his back, and the pain is so lovely—he could get drunk on it. He pushes deeper and deeper until you’re a whimpering, clenching mess beneath him. It’s a picture that burns into his brain, he’ll never be able to get it out—not that he’ll ever want to. 

When he spills inside you with a groan, you pull him flush against your naked frame, cradling his face in your palms and leaving sweet pecks anywhere you can reach. 

He’s addicted already, he’ll never be able to give you away now—not a chance in the world. Angel’s love for you is burned into his heart permanently. 

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[haileybeehappy]

Fuck Buddies Part Two

Warnings : Smut. Daddy kink. Dom Harry. But also soft Harry.

Word count : 1.7K

First smut i've writen in a while :)

Living with Harry was starting to get hard. The two of them had lost the title of fuck buddies and now they're basically roommates. Though the sharing the bed and making food together every morning and watching tv after class. Everything felt so, domestic and it was really starting to mess with her mind.

' ' '

"Y/n you're two hours on overtime and you look like you haven't slept in years," her co-worker and one of her only friends besides Harry. Alanah

"Yeah, I know. Harry was up all night studying for his Psych final and I have realized I cannot sleep if he is not in bed with me," she gives y/n a disapproving look. "I know I know," she groans.

"He is gonna break your heart y/n,"

"You're only saying that because Jeremy left your heart in tiny pieces," which earns y/n a towel being thrown at her. "I'm sorry," she laughs. "He was an ass and never deserved you,"

"Damn right, he couldn't make me cum to save his life," Alanah says while holding back a smile. The two girls die laughing in the empty coffee shop. Just as they fizzle out the bell above the door chimed.

"We're closed!" Alanah yells.

"I'm the taxi service!" that telltale British accent rings through the empty shop. "And if you're closed you should probably lock the door,"

"Yeah Y/n isn't too great and remembering rules," Her friend hints at her. Harry pops a quizative eyebrow. Y.n (this is so much easier to type and I am not gonna go back and fix everything sorry - _-) just shrugs. "Anyways you can take her outta here. She is on overtime and as much as I love her and need her here," she starts to push y.n out from behind the counter. "Take the bitch home," Harry gives Alanah a nod. "LOCK THE DOOR!" she yells as Harry pulls y.n out the door. She takes the keys from his grasp and locks the door behind them and taps twice on the glass as a goodbye and in return gets a wave from the short brunette behind the espresso machine.

"Did you even study today?"

"I got in some calc shit on my break," she shrugs. "I'll be fine, always am." as they approach the car Harry runs ahead and opens the door for her. Causing her heart to skip a beat. She rolls her eyes and hops in the car. He smiles at her through the window as he closes the door gently behind her.

"See that's how you close a door. You don't have to break the sound barrier by slamming my fuckin doors," he laughs. She smiles at him and pokes her tongue out between her teeth. All he can do is shake his head.

"Whatever, you love this shitty care more than you l..." she fades out the words and the air in the car becomes thick. They both remain quiet for the remainder of the ride. Once they come out single parking spot designated for y.n's apartment. She quickly slips out of the car and just barely closes the door behind her.

"There ya go!" she flicks up her middle finger as she walks away from him. "I knew you could do it" He runs up behind her and picks her up off the ground and she lets out a squeal.

"Oh my god! if you would just let me take the bus you wouldn't have to worry about your precious doors,"

"Yeah well I care more about you getting to work and home safe more than I care about my doors," he has is arms settled around her shoulders and they walk through the parking lot to the doors of the building.

"Whatever lets just hurry up and get inside before I fall over and sleep right here on the sidewalk," he struggles with the lock before it finally pops open after a lifetime. She runs in passed him and bolts to the elevator pressing the up button a million times to hopefully get the doors open before Harry can catch up to her.

"Fuck you y.l.n" his footprints come up fast behind her as the elevator doors open. He comes in fast pulling her into the elevator with him. He basically slams her into the wall with his hands grasping her wrists and pinning her to the crappy linoleum wall panels. His nose a breath away from touching hers. The air being exchanged between their lungs. "Fuck you," he whispers. His hands move at lightning pace connecting to the sides of her face as he connects his lips with hers. A moan escapes her throat as his knee come between her legs. The doors open with a ding and he separates from her. Intertwining his fingers with hers and pulling her to their now shared apartment.

Her fingers work to unlock the deadbolt and his hands move up and down her body and he presses kisses against her neck. She finally slips the key into the lock and his fingers start to play with the waistband of her jeans. They burst through the doorway like bull out of a run. Harry kicks the door closed behind him. His lips attached to her and her hands working at his belt. Fingers shaking and whimpering escaping her lips.

"Harry please," she pulls at the clasp she can't seem to get open.

"Oh look at my little baby whining like a little whore huh?" His hands come down over hers. "Try again, you gotta work for it baby," she whines and takes a deep breath and works at the cold metal clasp again. She finally unlocks the leather bindings and practically rips it off of him.

"Fuck," she whines. He places his hand on top of her head and pushes her down to her knees. She pulls down both layers of clothing and runs her hands from his knees to his hips. His hand grasping at her hair and guiding her mouth to him. Her lips wrap around his dick. Her hair is wrapped around his fist while she bobs up and down in his dick.

"Such a good girl," his head is dropped back his mouth hung open. His other hand resting right under his butterfly tattoo. "A good fuckin' girl," he pulls at her hair getting her to her feet. "On the bed, ready," she nods and goes to kiss him, and he backs up with a smile. "Good girls ask."

"Please Daddy," He still has a grasp on her hair and pushes a kiss against her lips. He spins her around and slaps her as she walks away. she runs with a squeal.

She closes the door behind her and starts to strip off her clothing. kicking them into the closet. She lays down on the edge of the bed with her feet dangling off side ass in the air. She lays for a while listening for any noise outside the door. Just about as she was going to adjust herself his footsteps. The door slowly opens and illuminates the small room. She can feel his presence behind him. His energy radiating off of him. She doesn't dare to move. All the hairs on her body stand on end. She whines and moves back. His hand attaches to her ass as soon as she moves.

"Don't fuckin dare," she lets out a whine.

"I'm sorry. I just miss you Daddy," he lets out a sigh.

"Fuck I've missed you too," his hands finally make smooth contact on her ass. Gliding his fingers over her warm skin. Her skin tingles as he moves up her back and he grips her shoulders. His dick is settled on her thigh and she pushes back against him.

"Daddy please," he is now bent over her completely his mouth right next to her ear.

"I can't wait to fucking destroy you," He stands up straight and grips her hair. Pulling her up to her knees. Against his body. "You're all mine, you understand?" she nods. "Words Y.n"

"Yes Sir," he lets out a groan to her words.

"Good girl," with that he slips his hand down between them and drops her to the bed. With one swift move he lifts her hips to him and slips inside her. She lets out a moan at the same time a hiss of air leaves his lips. "Fuck, such a good girl," He stays buried balls deep inside her unmoving. Waiting for her to adjust.

She starts pushing back into him. He instantly pulls out leaving just the head inside her and snaps his hips back to hers in an instant.

"Holy fucking shit daddy yes," she screams as he continues to pound into her. She can feel him against her cervix with every thrust.

"Look at my good girl. Taking daddy's cock like the good little whore she is huh?" His fist once again finds her hair pulling at the long strands.

"All yours daddy, only yours," she whines. His hips don't stop or slow down in what seems like forever. He finally drops her hair, grasps her hips and flips her on her back. Slips back inside her and buries his face in her neck. Moving slowly. Feeling himself drag against her walls.

"I've missed you so much," he whines. His dominating side fading away. Little whimper and whines escaping his lips with every thrust.

"Please Harry I'm so close," she whispers as she feels her orgasm coming closer and closer.

"Give it to me baby," with his soft words she clenches around him. Her walls spasming around his dick. He finishes inside her not long after her high finds her. He lays on top of her. His weight a comfort to her buzzing body. He stays nuzzled into her neck. His soft cock still inside her. They lay like that for some time before Harry rolls off her and pulls her into the crook of his arm.

"Holy shit, sorry I couldn't go longer," he laughs.

"Considering it's been forever I don't blame you," She places a kiss on his chest and goes to get up.

"Where you are going?" he asks as he pulls her back to his side.

"I have to pee you possessive caveman," she shakes him off and hops off the bed.

"Hurry back, I have at least to more goes in me," Harry screams after her. She can hear the smile in his voice.

[femwizard]

I got hurt at work

Except I didn't really get hurt at work

I got hurt practicing my skills and building the strength to go back to work

And then I got hurt more working too much

Well now I can't work

I have a good job

I make good money

I'm (almost, kinda, maybe gonna be) in a union

They fought hard for protections for us

They built systems the state failed to to support us

That's why we pay our dues

That's why we accept seniority and work for their contracts

That's why we put up with industry standards and unreliable staffing

Where are they now

Who knows

My friend got hurt at work

Except it wasnt really at work

She was born wrong

Despite the valiant efforts of her mother and doctors

She was born wrong

And now? There's no escape, but to keep trying

Throwing ourselves against the wall and grinning and beating the pain until we earn our place at the table

Surely it will only be a couple more weeks, months, years, who knows

We aren't supposed to be here

We are supposed to go to school, and get trained, and work our way up in the industry, and by the time we reach the halls in which we sit we are supposed to know how to do everything right and be welcomed with open arms and juicy contracts

We were supposed to live a dream set out for us by generations of violence and suffering

But then everyone died and the ones who didn't either ran for the hills or couldn't have been bothered to trudge through door after door after door slammed in their face

So here we sit, the only ones left

But they don't thank us for being here, they tell us to shovel shit, shit up, figure everything out ourselves, and good luck surviving because that's what they did to be where they are

I'm out of work for a week

Hopefully I will be able to get help

Hopefully there will be a net I can fall into and find some way to keep feeding tickets into the machine

To keep everything running so those precious few can keep basking in lights they'll never have to understand

And when I can't find any more tickets I will be too broken and tired to do anything but lay in my grave

[infiniteelsinore]

> Elsewhere, much more platonically.

"-And he won't stop playing shit off his stupid break-up playlist, either. Which would be entirely beneath me, because I am not that goddamn petty, except for the fact that his sound system is still wired through my fucking brain, and he knows that. If I have to be made aware that he's listening to Pale Machine for another billionth time, I am going to build and launch my own personal satellite just to nuke him from orbit."

"Wooooooow, 8ro," Vriska drawls, the Striderly term of affection being spit out of his mouth with several pairs of audible air-quotes. "I am soooooooo invested in your pro8lems right now. Please keep going on a8out this for so long that I kicked from the lo88y for 8eing AFK."

Despite the dripping sarcasm, Hal knows that Vriska does actually care, in his own hidden-behind-eight-proxies way. If he didn't, there was no way he'd be letting Hal into the private sanctuary of his respite block, even with his presence withheld to a gifted pair of pointy anime shades resting on the desk.

"Dirk's over there doing something nasty that I don't want to hear a8out, and now you're here whinging at me 8ecause you're a jealous little piss8a8y who's tired of dealing with his man-angst shit. Again. Are we playing some fucking Mortal Kom8at or not?"

Hal huffs. This is what he had wanted, for the president of the Jake English Hate Club to tell him that his problems were stupid, that Jake was stupid, and then proceed to distract him away from both until he felt it was all stupid too. But that didn't mean he couldn't play at indignity.

"You're gonna lose," he quips.

"Of course I'm going to lose, dum8ass. If I wanted to 8eat you, we'd 8e playing at your place, where your 8rain signals have to actually go to your goddamn hands every time you press the fucking 8uttons. We're doing this here because if I don't get good enough to knock Captor's multiplayer rank off the fucking map, I'm going to start losing my mind."

And, y'know, definitely not because Dirk was in the apartment next to Hal's getting railed. They'd built the whole place to be very soundproof, but Vriska was far too icked out by sex to be comfortable with that. The mere aura of horniness made him make faces like a bathed cat. Which would be funny, if it weren't also very sad. Hal focuses on the Sollux half of the equation instead.

"Doesn't he have you blocked on everything?" he says, and Vriska gives a side-eye glare.

"May8e."

"Including every video game with online multiplayer capabilties, so he doesn't have to suffer the mortifying ordeal of ever queuing into a lobby with you."

The glare intensifies. "May8e."

Hal would be narrowing his eyes back if Vriska could see it.

"Dude. You really need to get over him."

Vriska tosses his hands up, spinning in his chair from the momentum while still keeping eye contact with the shades, the way a dancer would.

"Pots and kettles, Strider!" he gives, and a beat of silence follows.

"That comparison is offensive to the both of us, and you know it."

Vriska doesn't reply. Instead, he waffles between D'vorah and Scorpion as the tool to batter against Hal's impenetrable Noob Saibot, eventually landing on the latter and bracing to get his ass kicked by Earth C's finest CPU opponent.

Sick.

[rose-animenz]

Sorry I'm not really active on here follow me @rose_animenz on insta for more updates and shit-- anyways here's a fic i just put on wattpad after 2 year hiatus SOUDAM (KAZUICHI SOUDA X GUNDHAM TANAKA)

The quick pace that Kazuichi had assumed forced the cold air to flap against the scrunched up areas on his jumpsuit. Especially around his calves where he had pulled up the pants legs to help with "his aerodynamics and speed". What a dumb idea that was. Yes, Kazuichi Souda, the 'Super High School Level Mechanic', was running around the campus of Hope's Peak Academy in winter due to the carelessness of a hamster dependent Chuunibyou.

Now the pink haired boy was upset with the current situation because he was going out of his way to run from his workshop all the way around the building to the dorms where said 'hamster puppet master' (which he had called him once jokingly) most likely was. All in order to return a large pack of sunflower seeds. They had been left on his work bench by mistake and by the label he could only assume they weren't the cheapest.

As he stopped to catch his breath he took another look at the bag in question. "ORGANIC, PET LOVER SUNFLOWER SEEDS!!!" He read in his mind with a fake enthusiastic voice. Usually he wouldn't go out of his way for something this small, but the conversation they had before made that seem unlikely that he would return for them, and he sure as hell wasn't going to give in.

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Gundham Tanaka, The self proclaimed 'Overlord of Ice', wanted something made. Specifically from Kazuichi Souda, the man who seemed to hate everything about him. It was a nice day but surprisingly chilly and Kazuichi had been happy with spending his weekend tampering and tinkering with different machines. He had been disassembling an old oven with fluid and practiced movements. Tinkering with things back at home had always been a risk; he'd have to reassemble it before his dad got home and beat the shit out of him, so the fact that he can do so freely at Hope's Peak is not only a relief but a wish come true.

"Wait wait wait... So you want a what now?" said Kazuichi, looking up from his work.

"I would like an automated form of feeding for my deva's, something that runs time based," Replied Gundham, ".... Please."

Kazuichi was feeling reluctant to help his rival for something that could be bought at a pet store. After hearing the please he tacked on at the end Though he was at least willing to hear him out.

"Why are you asking me? That's not anything special, things like that are already in stores." He stated, wiping his nose with the back of his arm. There was a moment of silence. Well, not really silence. The home-made wind chime hanging outside of his workshop rung loudly as they stared, not speaking.

Eventually the other spoke up, "If I am trusting a mortal with something regarding my deva's, I figured I may as well... ask someone I know can handle the task."

Hearing this Kazuichi perked up a little. Gundham trusted him? That can't be right, Kazuichi had done more than enough to prove that not so. Like challenging him to multiple fights over Ms. Sonia, setting the campus kitchen on fire trying to make eggs for a late breakfast, and even threatening the hamsters themselves. And that's just to name a few off of the top of his head. He opened his mouth to point this out but was shut up when the other slammed a larger bag of seeds on the desk nearby. It was half empty but it still made a loud THUMP.

"I have brought with me my common use of food for my four deva's mortal form. Excuse the missing amount, for this is the only bag I have at the moment--" he brushed a piece of hair back into his slicked up hairstyle, "--You may take a sample if that will help you in your creation."

Kazuichi blinked twice then answered, "Wait, I never said I'm gonna do it."

"Well, why wouldn't you?"

"Why would I? We aren't really even friends."

A stormy expression crossed Gundham's face. Without another word, he turned and left. Kazuichi's eyes lingered on the doorway for a moment before he got back to work. that interaction was... strange to say the least. It wasn't until he reached for his flathead screwdriver that he noticed the bag still sitting on his desk.

"God dammit, he really left them."

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Now he's running towards the dorms hoping that he can drop off the seeds and get back into the warmth. He already told Gundham he wasn't going to do it. Was it left by accident or did he really plan for Kazuichi to just do it anyways? He passed the front garden so the dorms were close by. He made the final sprint to the dorm building and pulled the front door open with too much force. Once he was inside he let out a sigh.

Kazuichi read the sign and found Gundham's room number quite easily. He had never had a reason to go there before until now. It seemed dumb but Kazuichi felt this was some kind of test or challenge to see how strong his will is. Even if Gundham wasn't testing him it was a test for himself. He was not going to make something for his... rival? Even if he did say please and looked as if he was telling the truth. What if he had done it and Gundham had laughed? He was already insecure about his abilities, and having someone like Gundham who was honest and proud telling him his work wasn't enough would kinda sting. Kazuichi hates to admit it but his talent is mostly fueled by feedback. Sure he likes to mess with machinery but he wouldn't keep doing it if people didn't think he was at least a little helpful... I mean its not like he thought he was very important anyways. Not like Ms. Sonia.

He approached the door numbered 217 and pulled himself away from his thoughts.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.

There was no response for a moment but as Kazuichi was about to turn and check he had the right number at the front, the door quickly opened a crack. A single red eye poked through staring at him. It was pretty silly but Kazuichi stifled giggle with a cough. Last time he laughed at Gundham he got a lecture about "astral powers" and how "those with low standing should show respect" or something along those lines.

"Dude, you left these." He said pushing the bag towards the door.

And the door shut in his face. He was pissed. Just as he raised his hand to bang on the door and demand he take the seeds it flung open, fully this time. He made a mental oh and watched as Gundham walked further into his dark room.

Did he want Kazuichi to enter?

He took Gundham clearing his throat as a sign and stepped into the threshold. As he slipped off his shoes he tried to look more into the dark room. It looked similar to Kazuichi's... Just a lot less cluttered with tool boxes and random machinery. There was a bed in the corner with a desk on the wall perpendicular to it. Everything was some shade of black, blue, or red. He walked further in and noticed the welcoming smell of vanilla and something he couldn't quite place. It was citrusy but not as strong as the vanilla.

He shook his head and remembered what he had come here to do.

"You left your seeds," Kazuichi said sternly. The taller boy turned and held his hand out. Once he held the seeds he sat down on his bed and sighed deeply. Again silence filled the room. Kazuichi didn't know what to do. Should he leave now? Should he say something? Gundham spoke up and interrupted his confused thoughts.

"Thank you for returning them to me."

"Oh!Uh yeah man, no problem I guess," he replied quickly. "Wait so you didn't leave them on purpose...?"

At this the Chuunibyou looked up. "No? what would motivate me to leave them purposefully?"

"I don't know I just thought you were being pissy and saying, like, 'I dont care do it anyways' ."

"What? When have I ever been 'pissy' with you?" Gundham looked hurt for a second but Kazuichi ignored it and kept talking.

"You're always pissy man. You walk around all grumpy-like and you talk like everyone gets on your nerves."

He stood up and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I do not talk that way Kazuichi."

The denial only fueled Kazuichi's frustration.

"You're doing it right now! ...What's your issue man?!"

Gundham stepped forward.

"My issue? Why do you have such a fixation on disliking me?! I haven't done anything worthy of your anger!"

This was getting out of hand. Kazuichi could tell that this wasn't going to end well but he was tired of Gundham being the victim.

"You're the one making Ms. Sonia drool all over you! You keep her all to yourself and then act like you don't like her! Either date her or quit hogging her man!"

"This is about the dark princess...?" He said softly.

"YES! You always hang around her then act like you're all high and mighty! You're being an asshole."

"No, truthfully I am not attracted to her! She's kind and spends time with me, but that doesn't insinuate that it isn't platonic."

Kazuichi was getting pissed off. He was doing it again, the whole 'I don't like Sonia bit'. Its obvious he's interested in her! They're always together, for fucks sake he even blushes! There's no reason he shouldn't like her she's fucking perfect!

"Then why the hell are you always blushing around her?!"

He shoved Gundham. He didn't think about it he just pushed him away. It wasn't hard but it still made Gundham stumble. Gundham's face went dark and his eye twitched. Gundham shoved him back. Kazuichi's hands shook. Why did Gundham think he had the right to be angry when he was the one lying! That was when Kazuichi stopped thinking.

He shoved again, harder this time. That was when Gundham threw the first punch. It grazed his chin and he stumbled but he wasn't backing down. Kazuichi raised his fist to retaliate except Gundham shoved him back again. His shoulder blades hit the wall behind him roughly, knocking the air out of him. He coughed heavily trying to get the air back into his lungs.

"God dammit...! Just... admit you like her dude!"

Gundham used his forearm and pushed Kazuichi's shoulders back into the wall.

"Listen to me right now--" his voice was calm but dark, "--I am not interested in her in that way. I never will be."

Kazuichi looked up. He met Gundham's eyes, one bright red and one a dull grey. There wasn't any sign of dishonesty. This confused Kazuichi more. Why wouldn't he like someone like Sonia? She's tall, blonde, sexy, and a literal princess!

"But... Why?"

Gundham looked pained for a second, but then answered, "...I can't because of the poison in my blood--"

"Oh don't give me in that bullshit! we both know that isn't real!" Kazuichi interrupted. He pushed against Gundham's forearm which only made him use more pressure to hold him in place.

Kazuichi stared. Again he asked, "What makes you not like her huh? Why?"

Silence again. Gundham's eyes looked glossy. He didn't care. Why is he so interested in why he doesn't like her? He didn't know.

"COME ON WHY DON'T--"

Then it all happened. It only lasted a few seconds but everything seemed to move slower. It sounds cliche but it was really like it happened in slow motion. Gundham cut Kazuichi's yelling off with his lips. It wasn't soft or sweet like Kazuichi imagined a kiss to be, it was harsh and quick. There wasn't a romantic build up, no staring into each others eyes, no slow lean in... it just happened.

Gundham pulled away quickly and stepped back. He seemed hesitant, almost like he didn't know what to do. They both just stood there staring at each others faces.

This was insane. He was just kissed by his... Rival? So many things were running through his head.

Why did he kiss me?! Does that mean he likes me...?! Why didn't I push him away? Why isn't he saying anything??! Why am I not disgusted? Does that make me gay? Is he gay?!

"I apologize..."

Kazuichi looked into his eyes, confused, "...what?"

"I said I am sorry. I... I didn't plan on doing that to you..."

Gundham's eyes were shining and he was biting his lower lip. Kazuichi felt a pang of grief, which only confused him more. He grabbed his hat and pulled it down over his eyes.

"... What the fuck is going on..."

He let his legs go limp as he slid down the wall until he was sitting with his head between his knees.

"... Kazuichi?"

Gundham's voice penetrated the deep fog his mind was surrounded by. He pulled off his hat and looked up towards the tall boy. His pale face was contorted and his eyes were wet. The mascara that had been applied to his lower lashes was wiped away leaving a small amount of black residue. The thought that entered Kazuichi's mind scared him.

Why does he look prettier than Ms. Sonia?

That's when his mind started making connections. All the denial and hurt, pushed away by a single thought he let slip. He was interested in Sonia, not because he liked her, but because he was jealous. Sonia was beautiful and graceful and kind, and Kazuichi was some kid who was so insecure that he tried to look like a bad boy. Sonia was allowed to be near Gundham and talk to him freely but Kazuichi was too afraid. He made himself believe he just loved and admired Sonia, but the truth is he wanted to be her. Because he didn't want to admit that somehow, for some reason, Gundham was the one who caught his eye that first day of school.

It hurts. He was so obsessed with Sonia that he didn't even realize his feelings. He was so obsessed with the fact he wasn't her that he didn't realize he didn't have to be her.

Kazuichi stood slowly and stared right into Gundham's eyes. He wasn't going to fight this anymore. He had kissed him, that couldn't be an accident right? He had to know... Does Gundham feel the way he think he does?

With new resolve Kazuichi strode forward. Gundham closed his eyes expecting a fist to the face but all that he felt were two hands grabbing his jaw and a pair of soft lips against his. Gundham froze for a second and then rested his hands on the smaller boy's shoulders.

They would have a tough conversation after they pulled away but for now, all Kazuichi could focus on is how happy it made him to feel Gundham against him. He wasn't Sonia Nevermind. He didn't have to obsess over her. Now all he had to do was put his everything into helping Gundham understand his feelings. All the good and the bad ones.

Because the one I was truly obsessed with is a tall man who carries around hamsters wherever he goes. Because the one I was secretly interested in is a crazy boy named Gundham Tanaka

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[mist-sly]

Sing of the moon

Chapter One: Coffee talks

This is a Wolfstar MMA AU that's on AO3 that I have been writing. However I'm gonna start posting it on here too because its easier for me to kept track of what I wrote. Any ways Hope you enjoy!

It was the biggest fight of the year. The middle-weight title on the line. Millions of people watching around the world. The champ, Sirius Black facing one of his biggest rivals, Severus Snape. It was a long overdue fight, the two constantly targeting each other on social media and making comments to the press.

The hype had been real. Every press conference was another layer of added tension and anticipation to the fight. No one wanted to miss it. Sirius was athletic and had every technique known to fighting in his arsenal. A predictable fight many had said. Others argued that Snape’s slippery, submission style could be enough to beat the champ.

Either way, it had drawn the attention of everyone. Even those who shied away from the bright lights of UFC. It lured those who lived in the shadows of the fighting scene.

A large flat screen TV had been set up in the old underground stadium. A crowd of fighters all gathered round to watch, each one sitting on some old create or broken chair. “Its not looking good for him wolfy,” said a teenager with dyed grey hair. He was sitting cross legged on the floor. The TV screen reflecting of his blue eyes. “Ill say. Every punch Black is receiving is drawing blood,” a big, bulky red-haired man said. He scratched at his beard and looked over to his left staring at the young man who was sitting back on the old, patchy red couch. The young man’s eyes darted around the screen, zoning in to one thing specifically as Snape aimed a body shot. “You see something, don’t you wolfy.” The other fighters dragged their eyes away from the screen to look at the young man.

Remus Lupin sat forwards, his elbows resting on his thighs, his hands covering his mouth and nose as he stared at the TV. Remus’s golden amber eyes narrowed right as Snape connect a light jab to Sirius face. He watched as a small cut formed on the champ’s cheek, drawing blood. He drew his hands away from his face showing his frown.

“There’s always something with an opponent like Snape,” he said in a low voice. The camera angle changed on the screen. A close up of Sirius’s face, enlarged for everyone to see. One eye was swollen shut, the other turning a mix of blue and purple. You could not see where cuts began, and trails of blood ended.

This should not have been the outcome. A total of three rounds the fight went on for. Thirteen minutes and a gory scene that would make any viewer feel sick. Three minutes into the third round and it was over. The champ got hit and did not get back up. The group of fighters where quiet. This should not have been the outcome.

However, everything happens for reason.

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It had been exactly thirty-seven days since he lost. Thirty-seven days of thinking how? How did he lose that fight? Sirius had gone through it a thousand and one times in his head. He was quicker than Snape. Had a harder punch than Snape and was far more intelligent when it came to thinking on his feet?

Sirius shook his head to rid him off the thoughts. He was on his daily run to clear his head, not bring back more memory’s and questions. He stopped, his breaths heavy, panting as he ran a hand through his incredibly dark locks of hair. “Shit,” he muttered as he looked around. The area was unfamiliar to him. Small shops and old building surrounding the street he had just came down. Clearly it was in the more run-down part of Gryffindor. Sirius didn’t even know there was a run-down part of Gryffindor.

He spotted a small coffee shop further on down the street. A few people where sitting outside it but other than that, the street was relatively quiet.

A bell rang over head as he entered. The smell of coffee and baked goods immediately hitting him like a bus. It was warm inside, a delightful change from the nippy autumn air outside. The walls were painted a vibrant orange, the furniture looking old giving the whole coffee shop a warm and vintage feel.

“Hi, what can I get you?” asked a girl behind the counter. She had long, flowing red hair and beautiful green eyes. A sweet and pleasant smile on her face. “Sorry, I’m a bit lost. Could you tell me how to get to the upper side oh and a coffee, black?” he asked the girl.

The girl snorted turning away from him. “An up sider? How did you end up down here?” the girl asked as she started to brew a fresh pot of coffee. “Went for a run, got lost in my head.” Sirius give the girl a smirk as she looked over at him. Her eyes travelled up and down his body, taking in his appearance.

“Guess that explains why your sweaty. What about the bruises?” she asked staring at the faint mix of yellow and brown that covered half his face. Sirius smirk dropped. The girl knew she struct a nerve but before she could apologise, the bell above the door went again.

“Hey Lils. Can I get the regular for the trio and a peppermint tea for me?” Said a young man who walked towards Sirius. Tall, Sirius first thought upon seeing him. Skinny too. He watched as the young man walked towards him. His hair was curly, a caramel brown colour that Sirius doesn’t think he has ever seen before. He wore an old orange jumper that had seen better days and a pair of grey sweats that were rolled up at his ankles. Sirius looked at the bottom on his sweats surprised, surly no one that tall would need to roll up their cloths.

The young man nodded at Sirius before standing beside him at the counter. “Three sugars wolfy?” the girl, ‘Lils’, asked. The young man nodded.

It was quiet after that. The sound of coffee machines running and ‘Lils’ humming echoing around the small coffee shop.

“Here you go Up sider. One Back coffee to go.” The girl slid the coffee over to Sirius before scribbling something down on a piece of paper. “Up sider?” The man asked suddenly. Sirius looked over at him. His amber eyes sparling with curiously as he looked at Sirius.

It was now that Sirius got a good look at the young man. He had handsome features, that was for sure. He had a nice jawline, not to strong and not to soft. Freckles littered his face likes stars in the night sky. He has long eyelashes that seemed to make his amber eyes brighter.

He would have looked soft, too soft, if it weren’t for the scars on his face. He had one across the bridge of his nose and another one on his left cheek going down to his jawline. The young man had a fresh cut above his right eye that was bruised.

However, as Sirius looked at the man, the man also looked at Sirius. That was not good in Sirius’s head. The last thing he needed, was for the media to know where he is.

“You shouldn’t have lost your fight,” the young man said bluntly as Lils set the piece of paper down with directions in front of Sirius. The statement had taken Sirius by surprise. So, the guy knew him, that was great but to say something like that irritated Sirius. He didn’t see Mr tall and skinny facing a world class fighter like Snape.

“Excuse me. I’d like to see yo-“Sirius started only to be cut off by the young man saying, “Snape’s gloves were loaded.” Sirius blinked at the man, “tampered with,” he added in case Sirius didn’t understand.

Sirius couldn’t help but burst out laughing. Who the hell was this guy? Some losers who clearly knows nothing. Sirius took a deep breath and looked at the man. “Look. I’m not sure how much you know after fighting but official gloves have to be worn, not to mention that the gloves got checked and nothing was off with either one.”

The man however kept looking at Sirius with those amber eyes. “That wouldn’t necessarily matter. There’s always ways around the system.” He shrugged. Sirius could feel the laughter starting to bubble in him stomach again. “Ok then. Enlighten me, how were the gloves tampered with?” The man narrowed his eyes, a darker look falling over his once soft face. “A layer of padding was taken out of the gloves. That would have been obvious if they had not replaced it with something else. That other layer would have had to been roughly the same weight as the padding. My guess is that they used soft cast.” Sirius snorted.

Sirius knew what soft cast was. What fighter didn’t? It was an old scandal back in the day with a boxer. It had long since been forgotten though. The man continued, however. “It would make the hits harder on your face not to mention as the soft cast scratched the leather of the glove it would wear the material down.” He raised an eyebrow at Sirius to see if he was keeping up.

Sirius nodded and gestured for the man to continue, taking a sip of his coffee. Sighing the man rubbed his eyes, as if he were trying to teach a child how to read a simple word that they couldn’t quite grasp. “The soft cast would scratch against your skin and the impact of each punch would increase as the match went on because the cast would harden over time. Didn’t you notice when you were fighting, how the first hit was not hard but still drew blood? How as the fight went on Snape put less effort into each hit but was still able to increase the impact every time?” Sirius stopped drinking. His coffee cup frozen at his smooth lips. He blinked at the man as he thought back to the fight. When Snape landed his first punch, he was off balance. The punch shouldn’t have had enough force to bruise his cheek so badly, the way it did.

The more Sirius thought about it, the more he realized how much of what the tall, skinny man was saying, was true.

He shook his head and narrowed his eyes on the man just as ‘Lils’ brought over four take away drinks in coffee cups. “Here you go wolfy! One hot chocolate with cream for Seb, a black coffee with two sugars for Harley, warmed milk with coco powder on top for Cain and your peppermint tea, three sugars,” ‘Lils’ said happily with a bright smile. The man, ‘wolfy’, nodded his thanks and took the four drinks.

“Wait! How did you know about the gloves?” Sirius asked before ‘wolfy’ could leave. “I watched your fight. Noticed what was happening and put it together with an old street fighting trick.” He shrugged and opened the door with his back.

“A little too good to be true, don’t you think?” Sirius said with a laugh, but the young man didn’t laugh back. He shrugged and turned his back to Sirius. “If you don’t believe me then check for yourself.”

Sirius watched as the door closed behind the man. He stayed in the coffee shop, not taking his silver eyes away from the door. The conversation replaying in his head like a broken record. He turned back around to ‘Lils’ who was wiping the countertop. “Do you have a phone I could borrow,” he said in a rush. Like somehow, he would forget everything the man just told him.

The girl smiled at him and nodded. She took out her iPhone from the pocket of her green apron and handed it to Sirius. He wasted no time in dialing a number. Listening as it rang in his ear.

“Hello. Yeah, James it’s me. I need you and your dad to check something out for me……”

P.s this is my first proper time writing so I'm not the best. 

[ninggvang]

𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄, Todo A.

Pronouns : she/her

Warning : none

Summary : You aren't really todo's type but you managed to catch his interest in you.

It was the day before The Kyoto Sister-School Goodwill Event. Unlucky for you, you weren't included in the event, you are somewhat just a stand-by person. Megumi would try to steal glances on you time to time and you would catch him on the act. But anyways back to the present.

Nobara and Megumi, where at the vending machine, trying to get some refreshments after some training. They felt two persons presence besides them, as they stole glances they saw a girl with short hair and and a long turtle neck dress, and a guy with a muscular build with a scar on his face. “What are you doing here, Zenin-senpai?” Nobara furrowed her eyebrows, hearing another zenin in the boy's mouth. “Oh, she's one, too?” The brunette asks. Then added: “They do seem similar. Are they sisters?” The green head girl then answered. “You make me sound the same as Maki.” She then places her hand on her face and winks. “Call me Mai.”

You and the other second years hurried up to go to the two first years, after knowing that two of the Kyoto students came here to harass them. “(Y/N)! You come with me, okay?” Maki demands, to be honest the girl didn't even reply to that, she just hurriedly run. You and Toge immediately arrive at the scene, toge had to stop the bigger man from beating up the poor first year. “Aoi Todo, right?” You spoke bluntly, checking megumi's wound. The female let out a sigh and ball her fist, everyone was just watching at this point. No one have ever seen the second year, (y/n) this furious.

“May I remind you that fushiguro is a human not a..” The unexpected then flash before their eyes, (y/n) had punched todo's face, his nose started bleeding and his cheeks where red. “Fushiguro is not a curse. Let me remind you that.” (Y/N) grab the ravennette's arm and walk away, while the muscular man just stood there, shock on what happened. “Hey! What's your name?!” Todo immediately yelled before you could completely disappear on his sight. You turn your head and smirk. “(Full name). Stuck it up in your mind, big guy.” Then went away with the injured fushiguro.

You just sit at a chair, waiting for fushiguro to get all patched up when maki sat next to you. At first (y/n) assumed that maki was also waiting for fushiguro but no, she packed up all her pride and spoke to her. “You sure have the guts, (y/n).” Maki smiles, looking at your (color) eyes and smirk. “I mean nobara would have done the same if your sister wasn't there.” Spreading your arms and tilting your head backwards. “Sigh.. Do you want to train with us later?” The green haired babe stood up and looks at me for the final time, i wasn't hesitant so i accepted the invitation.

I sat next to inumaki, who is just watching at the two fight. I felt someone tugging my shirt multiple times, my hand reached out to theirs and stare at his beautiful purple eyes. “Yes, inumaki?” The boy avoided gaze at me and points at something— no, it's someone. “Oh!” I immediately stood up and run towards the guy, it was Noritoshi Kamo. “Boo!” The older man got startled by my childish act, he sure will die from a heart attack when you're around. “(Y/N)! Please refrain yourself from doing that around me.” “Okay! So what brings you here big brother?” few people know about you being a Kamo clan, those few peoples are Gojo Satoru, Maki Zen'in, Toge Inumaki, Yuta Okkotsu, Panda and the school faculties. The rest doesn’t know about it because you use the surname 'Arlert' in Public. “I heard from Mai. That you punched Todo real hard.. So i decided to check up on you. Are you hurt anywhere? Did he threaten you or something? You sure do have alot of guts to do that.” He sighed, examining my body.

“I'm fine! And he never done those things. He just asked about my name and that's all.” She smiles nervously, avoiding his brother's suspicion. “If you say so.. I have to go now. Take care, okay?” The female nods and immediately wave her arms up, bidding her goodbye to Kamo. “Mai, sure is a pain in the ass.” Maki spoke behind the girl unconsciously. “EHH—?! M-maki! Please do not creep up on me like that.” Letting out a sigh in relief, knowing it was just her friend, Maki. “Sorry. Couldn't help myself, and also sorry about my little sister with her loud mouth.” (Color) eyes just stared at the girl with those caring gaze, her eyes closed and smile. “It's alright. I mean if it was someone else, they could have also done the same!” Attempting to make the older woman feel a bit relieve. “Oi! Toge, panda. It's getting dark! We should head back now.” Maki yells at the two, she grabs my hand and started heading back.

The stand-by lady is now standing next to fushiguro, she wanted to sleep more since she wasn't really included but it would be rude of her if she didn't show up. “Where's gojo-sensei?” I ask to the ravennette next to me, he just stared at me and smile. “Who knows?” I waited patiently, then there we saw utahime and her students. “So, Where's that idiot?” She asks. Kamo kept glancing at me, making sure that I'm alright without him. “Sorry for the wait!” Everyone turned around just to meet a child like man, heading straight towards us with a luggage. “Hey.. Uhmm.. (y/n)..?” A slow and nervous voice mutters behind me, I turn my head around just meet eye contact with the one they call todo

Not gonna lie, this man is huge. He is bigger than me. “Do you need anything, todo?” I furrowed my brows, he replied with a nod then grabs my hand. “Let's go somewhere private.” He spoke as he glances back to the crowd, still focusing to gojo and itadori. We started walking away the crowd and somewhere more quiet and peaceful, surely the girl is distracted by it's surroundings. “So.. I wanted to ask you something..” He mutters, which made me curious on to what he was going to ask me. “Sure.. Ask them away!” Giving him a thumbs up.

“Will you go out with me?” What? Did i heard that shit right?? (Y/N) just stood there, shock to what the boy said. “Can you repeat what you said?” Trying to process what she really heard, she made him say it again.

“i said Will you go out with me, (y/n)?” This time clearly, she heard it loud and clear. Her face started to heat up and her mind started screaming mentally “Sure!” She blurted, her heart beating extremely fast, todo at first was shock to the answer, the girl didn't even hesitated to say yes to the question.

End of scenario 1

Note : i am literally abt to have a mental breakdown because it didn't actually save the fucking last part ✋😭 I THOUGHT I HAD COMPLETELY SAVED THE LAST PART,, NOOO THAT SHIT WAS LONG ASF IM SOBBING. REALLY SORRY,, but i ain't adding that shit up again,, im changing it. 😒 The next scenario is abt the kyoto Goodwill event and your date with todo—!

[sashannarcy]

*hands u mic* current fav song recommendations?

LMAO okay there is gonna be a Wide Mix here as far as vibes but I'll restrain myself to five songs I've been listening to on repeat a lot lately <3 and also I've been going back thru my EDM songs so those are here too. anyway.

1. Marsha, Thankk You for the Dialectics, but I Need You to Leave by Will Wood

Will Wood is lucky that I'm willing to type out his song names but anyway yeah uh. starting off strong w this one. the piano and instrumentals in general are fucking phenomenal, the lyrics are very. <3. AND ALSO THE ENDING VERSE IS RLLY GOOD W THE WAY IT BUILDS. this song is just a fucking banger and typical chaotic Will Wood style so 10/10

2. Sleepless by Pixel Terror

don't hurt your neck from the whiplash to EDM BUT also be aware that I can't fucking STAND this song. but I love it. but I HATE it but I love it. listen I am shaking you by the shoulders bc the first drop of this song? HORRENDOUS. NO MUSICAL QUALITY. IT'S JUST SCRATCHY MACHINE SOUNDS AND I HATE THAT SHIT. do not associate me w liking the way the first beat drop of this song goes. BUT THE SECOND DROP? PHENOMENAL. 10000/10 IT'S ONE OF MY FAVORITE DROPS EVER IN AN EDM SONG. fucking hate and adore this song hope this helps

3. Pretender by AJR (acoustic vers)

whiplash AGAIN. this song hurts me <3 it's on my personal playlist so do what u will w that. but the lyrics are v good and the way the guitar is played is just like... v striking ig is the best way to put it. I do not like the og vers of this song, just the acoustic vers so keep that in mind <3 GDKJFKD

4. Dramaturgy by Eve

THIS ONE I'VE MAINLY BEEN LISTENING TO BC OF THE LYRICS. like knowing what the lyrics mean.. god I suggest looking them up Bc This One Hits. also the MV slaps and this song is just a banger in general

5. Humans by Kloud (Far Out remix)

I. I've mentioned this song like 7 times on my blog already. it's my favorite EDM song I always come back to it like every other week please just listen to it it makes me feel like the world is ending and it lights up every nerve ending in my brain all at once it is just fucking incredible, fantastic, phenomenal etc etc etc LIKE. THE SYNTHS FUCK. THE VOCALS FUCK. THE LYRICS FUCK. THE DROPS? DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED. if you like blasting your music then I suggest doing that w this song bc holy shit the effect of it is even better when u do that. anyway I'm normal

[raven-black102]

I Wish I Could Fly

Requested by @rockis4ever : can you do a jasper x reader based on the song bullet by Hollywood undead

Warning: suicide

(Y/n)'s POV

Every since the Cullens left everything change for me. "So your just gonna leave?!" Bella yelled as I whine slightly at how loud she is. "Yes. I'm fucking done seeing Jasper! He's fucking gone and it your fucking fault that he left! It yours and Edward's fault that I had to pay for this shit!" I snarled at her then stopped as I felt the wave of dizziness hit me. "(Y/n)?!" Bella yelled as I calps on the floor.

Time Skip

"Why do you keep doing this to yourself?" Jasper asked as I layed in the hospital bed. "Why do you care? You left me remember. Now we both have to pay for the price." I said looking at him as he looks at me in pain. "I don't want you to be in pain anymore. I don't want to feel any pain anymore." I said as I slowly got up. "Stop." Jasper begged as I override the heart beat machine.

"Your not real. Why should it matter?" I asked as Jasper slowly went away. I removed the IV needle out my arm and removed all the other shit. I quickly went to the bathroom to change but was have a bit of trouble. "Come on." I mumbled as I finally manage to change and put on my shoes. Without hesitation I went to the window and opened it. "Good thing I'm on the first floor." I mumbled as I jump out and stumbled off.

Time Skip (few months later)

My legs are dangling off the edge/ The bottom of the bottle is my only friend/ I think I'll slit my wrists again and I'm gone, gone, gone/ My legs are dangling off the edge/ A stomach full of pills didn't work again/ I'll put a bullet in my head and I'm gone, gone, gone

A small sigh escaped my lips as I sat on the edge of a tall building. "Please. Don't do this (Y/n)." Jasper begs as I trough another bottle of beer to the side where a pile of empty bottles. "Your not real." I mumbled as more tears rolled down my cheeks.

Gone too far and yeah I'm gone again/ It's gone on too long, tell you how it ends/ I'm sitting on the edge with my two best friends/ Ones a bottle of pills, ones a bottle of Gin/ I'm twenty stories up, yeah I'm up at the top/ I'll polish off this bottle, now it's pushing me off/ Asphalt to me has never looked so soft/ I bet my momma found my letter, now shes calling the cops/ I gotta take this opportunity before I miss it/ 'Cause now I hear the sirens and they're off in the distance/ Believe me when I tell you that I've been persistent/ 'Cause I'm more scarred, more scarred than my wrist is/ I've been trying too long, with too dull of a knife/ But tonight I made sure that I sharpened it twice/ I never bought a suit before in my life/ But when you go to meet god, you know you wanna look nice

"Fuck." I mumbled as I heard police sirens from the distance causing me to look down my scarred arms. "Times almost up, I guess." I mumbled softly as I slowly got up.

So if I survive, then I'll see you tomorrow/ Yeah I'll see you tomorrow

"(Y/n)?!" I heard as I look down to see Bella and Charlie looking up at me in complete fear. "Why did you guys have to come." I said softly as I look at them in pain.

My legs are dangling off the edge/ The bottom of the bottle is my only friend/ I think I'll slit my wrists again and I'm gone, gone, gone/ My legs are dangling off the edge/ A stomach full of pills didn't work again/ I'll put a bullet in my head and I'm gone, gone, gone

"(Y/n)?!" I heard again as I saw the Cullens looking at me but no Jasper. "I'm sorry." I said softly as I felt so sick. "Just leave. Please." I begged as they look up at me in pain and regret.

We hit the sky, there goes the light/ No more sun, why's it always night/ When you can't sleep, well, you can't dream/ When you can't dream, well, whats life mean?/ We feel a little pity, but don't empathize/ The old are getting older, watch a young man die/ A Mother and a Son and someone you know/ Smile at each other and realize you don't/ You don't know what happened to that kid you raised/ What happened to the Father, who swore he'd stay?/ I didn't know 'cause you didn't say/ Now Momma feels guilt, yea Momma feels pain/ When you were young, you never thought you'd die/ Found that you could but too scared to try/ You looked in the mirror and you said goodbye/ Climb to the roof to see if you could fly

"(Y/n)! Please get out of the ledge!" I heard behind me as I turn around to see Jasper standing behind me a few feet away. "Why? So I can continued to feel more pain?" I said as I saw pain and desperation filled his face and eyes.

So if I survive, then I'll see you tomorrow/Yeah I'll see you tomorrow

"You just used me. Why should I stay here? I don't won't to see you anymore. I don't want to think that I can't be with you anymore." I said as I moved back a little more without him noticing. "I was lying. It was the only way I though I could keep you safe." Jasper said as I look at him.

My legs are dangling off the edge/ The bottom of the bottle is my only friend/ I think I'll slit my wrists again and I'm gone, gone, gone/ My legs are dangling off the edge/ A stomach full of pills didn't work again/ I'll put a bullet in my head and I'm gone, gone, gone

"Its too late. I'm too far gone. I love you Jasper." I said then step back. I closed my eyes as I felt the winds blow behind me. "(Y/n)!" I heard as everything turn black.

I wish that I could fly, way up in the sky/ Like a bird so high/ Oh I might just try/ I wish that I could fly, way up in the sky/ Like a bird so high/ Oh I might just try/ Oh I might just try

Third Person POV

"Noooooooo!" Jasper cried as he kneeled down in the ledge of the building. (Y/n) body layed below as a pool of blood grow under their head. "Why?! Why did you have to go?!" Jasper cried as venom blurred his vision yet no tears could fall.

"I should have been fast. I could have saved you." Jasper mumbled then took notice of the pile of empty bottle of beer and pills. "I'm so sorry Jasper." Alice said as she appeared next to him. "I didn't save them." Jasper cried holding Alice as she quickly guild Jasper out before the police come up.

"Its not your fault." Alice said softly already seeing Jasper decision in the future. "They wouldn't want you to die." Alice quickly said as Jasper started to feel nothing. Not even his gift seems to work or sense anybody emotions.

Time Skip

"Ah? What can we do for you Major Whitlock." Aro asked as Jasper walks into the throne room. Jasper stayed silent as Marcus could already tell just by the look on Jaspers face. Aro took Jaspers hand then slowly frowns. "(Y/n)'s gone." Aro said softly causing everyone in the room to tense up.

"What?!" Caius yelled in anger and sadness at the though of it. "They jumped off a building. Even if I saved them from jumping. They would have still died by a drug overdose and/or alcohol poisoning." Jasper said plainly as Aro frowns. "You could be of used to us." Aro tried to convince Jasper. "I've already made my decision." Jasper said causing Aro to sigh as he looks at both Marcus and Caius.

[whimsically-ominously-auspice]

I think often about what the last thing I say to some one before i die.

I don't know when ill die. If i make it home from the store.

So I tell my kid "I love you" every time and usually at our house some nonsense piece of advice so she knows i care

.....

Kelly Ripa decided to stop talking to her kids because they womt hug her. What if she died tomorrow? She wants them to know their mom hated them because they wouldn't hug her? Because she wouldn't compromise. She's being childish. She's the adult. "Okay i realize you're at the age where hugging mom sucks and you're using this opportunity and taking advantage and i know you're exploiting it in a way that is hurtful to my feelings as a mom. And it is unnecessary. So let's find a decent ground. So now er have to have movie nights 3 times a week. Quit your jobs if you have to. But we're all gonna sit in the same room and watch the same tv and be together. No touching. Because i love you. You're my kids and thr most important thing to me" instead she's a childish cunt ass bitch.

Instead she may die tomorrow and purposely leave her children in a gutter of guilt and hate. That's disgusting Kelly Ripa.

Your children are the age where they can say they do not want to be touched. You need to fucking respect that. It took Quarentine for them to tell you? What do you do on Your daily alcoholic binges that makes them feel your touch is undignified?

You beat them? Scream? They are probably the most thankful kids in the world that you finally shut up.

Don't think tree ain't telling on you because he is.

......

Now we Don't know what will happen ever.

What is dying with people? Old and children?

Knowledge. Information. Wisdom.

Old stories. Recipes.

Y'all going to the hospital -- you're missing out on the World's Greatest Gift -- you.

You're taking that from your kids and your great grandkids and your parents

Because you're scared. Because you're scared of the Great Unknown.

Stop.

You know what the best medicine in the world is besides love?

Laughter. Y'all saw my xrays of the cancer in my lungs? Laughing makes me cough and miserable.

But you know what? I wouldn't trade those moments for anything.

And y'all purposely going to ICU. Where no one can hear your voice.

Can't hear you plan your own funeral.

Sing your favorite song. Or at least play it on the phones.

Can't hear you say"no girl i said "corn flour! That is corn starch!!" Watch you look at the can and then put it in anyway and hear you laugh behind them because you dam dumb.

"Oh!!" And watch you luckily be able to scoop it all or most out Or tell you what corn starch is. And why you put it is soup to make it thicker instead of flour. Then realize "dam you didn't do it wrong at all! Girl you are dam smart! Im sorry honey i still love ya! I'd still love you even if yoh ruined dinner!

That is what the world is missing out on.

This Quarentine bull shit. This lock them in the room like cages.

I'll go along with you call them all evil cause some really are.

But there comes a time that changes.

Our world don't stand still. It rotates on its axis every 24 hours we do a full blown spin.

The world don't slow down for nobody.

That's the truth.

Im not saying stop. The world don't stop for nobody either.

What I'm saying is play it smart.

You get a pilot with COVID-19 or someone immune to it. Dam go jump from the plane. Go bungee jumping.

If you're immune you're immune. Period.

The problem is Corona Virus. But if you are happy and having fun and your life is lit up how are you gonna get sick?

I am an immonology expert believe it or not. If you got a build up of happiness you're immunity is higher than others

Mine is not. I am not happy. I'd die on pneumonia in 5 seconds. That is why I already had the Corona Virus. You only get it once. So I am immune to both. And DNA4U will tell me that.

So i can bust all in a room of sick ass mother fuckers and be just fine. I can (slow) dance (for hours if I'm drunk) provided my back and hips don't eject me.

I can press my painful hip against a sick ass mother fucker's leg about to die in 2 hours to help me deal with my pain and let them die dancing in my arms.

Isn't that how you would rather die than hooked up to a machine alone, mute and unable to communicate?

Ventilators. Its a tube that goes in your mouth and down your throat. It can cause an even worse infection. And you can't talk. You can't breathe on your own. And it forces you to sleep because it's so much pressure you can't control your own breathing. Its one of the worst ways to live. And one of the worst ways to die. I've done both.

I'm not from some place higher than the rest of you.

Experience wise i am. Immunity for this particular thing i am.

Right now Marc Antony took all the cancer in my ribs and dropped it down to my hip. And it feels like a femur bone top. And it hurts like Hell. Mostly because I messed with it and i broke half it... Dude... It felt like a bone i didn't think it would. Every time i get up and walk it hurts. I have a fever now.

So y'all I'm not all I'm immune and better than you.

I almost fainted in the store today. I could cracked my head open and died. Dude i didn't expect that. I didn't feel fine but i thought it was stress not a health problem.

I don't know when I'll die. But i am told i will.

I was told in 2 weeks. But who knows. I don't.

So I'm not different than anyone else with COVID-19.

But i sure as Hell ain't going to the hospital to do it.

Not because they will probably kill me faster. And not because i don't respect them.

I really respect and love and treasure my personal doctors.

That's just not where I wanna be. Spending weeks and months in a hospital...

No.

I'm not wrong.

And I'm not wrong about the rest of the world being better together in a community center to die while dancing. Or playing volleyball.

Or anything... Chasing each other with cap guns. Whatever.

Playing chess and checkers or BINGO.

The governments have it wrong.

The rest of us have it right

#WeThePeople

[smorgasbordofobsessions]

liveblog: yugioh! s548-552

okay y'all this now begins the end of this series and am i prepared? yes and no.

ep548 - "the final journey"

ugh fuck that title

atem looks.. so good

tristan reminding joey to be more sensitive

DUKE!!!!!!!!

so atem has to lose a duel

kaiba came in and was like "this is my time to duel you for once and all"

and yugi's like no i have to do this

"not that bargain basement deck you use"

i'm dying

kaiba even offered to have yugi build his deck from his own collection and yugi said nah

this was an episode just to take a moment to reflect on everything

ep549 - "the final duel, part 1"

shit let's sooo

yugi has put the items back in the stone!

okay so now that kaiba has literally seen how yugi and atem are separate beings then how is he gonna reconcile this

IT'S TIME TO DUEL!!!!

wow we wasted no time in starting this duel okay wow

we're three (?) turns in and atem's played obelisk

this duel is EXCITING!!!!!

they both played trap-magic cards and now atem has summoned slifer!

ATEM HAS ALL THREE EGYPTIAN GODS ON THE FIELD!!!!!!

he summoned slifer and ra in one turn love this

this is so sexy of atem wow

ep550

"only fate can defeat the outcome of this battle"

kaiba is ready to go since all three god are on the field and how isyugi gonna win?

"wrong. i only want to see you get crushed if i'm the one doing the crushing"

but kaiba has also proven time again that kaiba is the only one who wants to (and probably can) beat yugi and he's always turned his head when yugi starts losing against someone that kaiba deems "lesser"

oh wow kaiba's been convinced to stay

honestly isee how rivalshipping is a thing

atem and yugi talking about when they learned from each other :')

oh another good turn

actually i would love to see kaiba duel against all three gods at the same time

WOW DID IT JUST OCCUR TO PEOPLE THAT YUGI IS ALMOST THE REINCARNATION OF ATEM WHO WOULD'VE THOUGHT WOW NOT LIKE ANYTHING ABOUT THEIR DESIGN WAS OBVIOUS OR WHATEVER

time to believe in the heatrt of the cards!!!!!!!

yugi's gonna make a move next episode!!!!!

ep551

doing laundry and i don't like the new washing machine we have because the normal cycle takes more than an hour and it should NOT take so long to was some fucking clothes

"for though i held the most powerful cards in existence, i knew i would need more"

atem KNEW that yugi was gonna defeat the egyptian gods!!

this is great

hell yeah dark magician let's gooooo

hell yeah it's MAHAAD!!!!!!

this os honestly an exciting duel and i'm getting caught up in it

ep552

"we should've sold tickets to this"

haha thanks mokuba

nice way to get around marshmelon's special ability

kaiba's actualyl a really great duelist because he knows card combos for a duel he's watching that can e played on either side

and since he knows the duelists so well, and their decks, kaiba actually can figure out what would be good moves

i will forever be upset that we never got more dungeon dice monsters

dark magician girl <3

atem used monster reborn to bring back slifer

"i guess yugi and i weren't destined to separate"

YOU THOUGHT

oh shit hahahahahahahaha

yugi's magic trap from turns ago was monster reborn so slifer actually goes bye-bye

yugi won the duel :')

yo i'm dead tearing up right now

"a champion doesn't belong inhis knees"

"i'm gonna miss you" "you do realize we'll never truly be apart, right?"

ohmygod atem!!!!!!!

me as everyone crying

i'm not physically crying but my mind is

"true friends maybe be hard to leave, but they're impossible to forget"

"you're not oging anywhere! because everything you've given us is gonna stay right here in our heart!"

he walks away with his thumb up, transforms into his pharaoh garb

yo i'mhonestly sad right now i miss him already

but ut was for the best - atem's reunited with those from his past

well, time to fucking go since the place is collapsing!

oh hey shaadi

"permantely" sealed i'm sure

the ishtars are freed from their duty

"at leat make one of your little wrap-up speeches, yug"

it... it jsut ends like that? liek... it jsut ends like that????????

[foxingpeculiar]

Sekrio Update:

I'm feeling a little puffed up right now cos I just beat Owl and, my god, it went so smoothly I kind of can't believe it.

When I started, I had just gotten a little stoned and was figuring "Okay, I'll go at him a couple of times, get to know him a little, but I probably won't beat him just now."

So the first time, I try fighting him like the fights in this game usually work best, you know, getting the fuck in there and deflecting and sidestepping as necessary. And I got him down pretty far, but I wasn't stopping everything and goddamn, he hits like a truck. So he mopped me up before I even got a deathblow in.

My cat came and sat on my lap, so I spent a few minutes petting her, and then tried it again. And this time I decided to treat this like a Dark Souls fight: stay the fuck away from him until he decides what he's gonna do, figure out how to avoid all his attacks and which ones you can punish. Be patient.

And it started working. I could jump over the horizontal slash, completely avoid the heal block, and get around the flip and the shuriken/swipe quickly enough to come at him from behind. I started figuring out his patterns in reaction to being hit and throwing them back at him, getting out of the way in time to avoid the firecrackers. It all just started clicking and fuck me if, sweaty palms and all, I didn't beat him on the second try.

There is something to be said for these games in the like... dopamine hit of satisfaction you get from having a moment like that. I remember how intimidated by this shit I was when I picked it up, how even coming off the other Souls games, I struggled with this one. And now here I am plugging through it with aplomb. Much has been said about that--articles about like... Souls games helping with depression and whatever. But what impresses me is how well From keeps hitting that. How the games have developed on one another so that there's still a learning curve in each one. I'm really curious what adjusting to the feel of Elden Ring is going to entail; it looks very rich/deep, in terms of like... build style and approach and some of the boss fights look insane, so I'm really excited to get in there and feel the machine of it, y'know?

[eeveedel]

Alex roughly eating louis that I'm all I'm sayin . Just a thought . I dunno . I haven't seen Dunkirk yet I'm gonna of spoilers

@celebratinglouis u send me the nastiest shit but also thank u. 

this is just…it’s porn. it’s angst and porn and feminization kink and poor coping mechanisms. also it’s written in like three different tenses. listen, I’m sorry. I hope you like it anyways, bc this is a concept I could write…more of. Also a few Dunkirk spoilers! 

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The train spewed steam, hot and compressed, behind him, and Alex still found the ability to push forward.

He hurt, and he couldn’t even identify where. His ears were ringing, and he’s only now noticing it. He thought his neck and his head might hurt, but then again, his wrist and his ankle might, too. It’s just everywhere. His eyes stung even though he was just asleep, his mouth tasted like warm beer and warmer water.

He blinked, and brought his hand up to his eyes, his other hand tightening on the strap of his pack. There’s no sunlight in the station, but he still feels like he should lift his hand, get a better view.

He’s standing there on the platform, three dimensions, full color. He’s wearing nearly the exact same thing he wore to the station the first time, the grey trousers and the brown braces and the big, open pale blue jumper that’s gotten paler, bordering on grey.

He’s the most beautiful thing Alex has ever seen. He’s the only beautiful thing he’s seen in a while.

Alex forced himself to take a few more steps, until he’s right there in front of him and he has to tilt his head down a bit to get a good look at him.

“Hi,” Louis said, and his voice was the same, raspy and Northern and soft, and Alex wanted to wrap him up in his arms and kiss him, dip him, spin him around like some of the other boys and their birds get to do.

But instead he just swallowed back the stiffness in his throat as Louis looked back at him carefully.

“Come on,” he said, “I’ll get you home,”

***

The flat was the same, which is to say small and dirty, partly because both of them hate cleaning but mostly because it’s a place that was built dirty and will be destroyed dirty. Louis changed the sheets on their bed, and the bathroom at least looked decent. He offered to run Alex a bath but he refused, and instead used up the warm water they could spare filling the tub. Then he stripped down, leaving his dirt and oil soaked uniform on the tile floor. There was still oil and sand in his hair, around his nails, enough he wonders if it’ll ever wash out. He wonders how Louis could bear to kiss him once the door was closed.

When he pulled himself out of the bath, he saw that Louis had set out some clothes on the bed already, a pair set of drawers and an undershirt with the paper ribbon still on it, a starched overshirt folded neatly over top of it. Alex pushes the overshirt aside and just goes for the under things. He won’t be going out for a while.

He went back out to the kitchen, then, fully prepared to sit down at the table or to first fruitlessly offer to help Louis with something. But as soon as he was in the kitchen he stopped in the doorway, almost didn’t want to breath, just wanted to stay there and remember this, exactly, forever.

Louis was standing at the stove, the gas of the machine thick and hot in the air. There was a small carton of eggs next to his elbow, behind that, a paper bag of bread. His hair is the same, soft and getting too long, his lips poked out as he cuts a razor thin slice of butter into the pan.

He was wearing his slip. The silk ladies’ night slip that someone at the corner store probably still thought Alex bought for some bird. It looked beautiful on him, it always has, even if the silk is wore and the lace over his chest looked stiff and wrinkled and a little yellow. The slip fell to Louis’s knees, the thin straps clinging to the knobby bones of his shoulders, the rest of the fabric skimming over his waist, his hips.

He was thin. He’s always been little, but he’s thin, now, some of his softness chipped away by long nights and civilian rations. His knuckles stuck out a bit, his fingers look delicate while he cracked the eggs in the pan, lifted a fork to break them up.

“How long’s it been since you’ve had real eggs?” he asked. It took Alex a minute to answer. He can see every bone rotating in Louis’s wrist.

“A fair while,”

“You’ll get sick of them soon. Probably get sick of bread sooner,”

“I’m already tired of it,”

“Then we’re off to a good start,” Louis murmured. He pushed the eggs around, the bottoms sticking to congeal the pan and sticking.

Alex breathed in deeply and went over to him, then, putting his hands on him the second he could. He pulled the cool, slippery fabric of the slip up, got his hands on the swell of Louis’s behind.

“Missed you, babydoll,” he murmured into his neck, and Louis huffed, pushing an elbow back.

“Not now,” he sighed, “You’ll make me burn it,”

“You’ll burn it anyways,”

Louis huffed and jabbed his elbow back again, making Alex have to jump out of the way.

“Go sit down,” Louis said, “You want tea?”

“Sure,”

“I’ll put the water on after this, then,” Louis murmurs. He lifts his hand, wiping at his forehead. There’s sweat building there from the pure heat of the stove. The thin strap of his slip falls a bit and Louis grabs it, slips it back over his shoulder.

Alex used to think Louis had the kind of face that men won wars for. He probably told him as much at the station before he left.

Now he realizes how much it takes to win wars. He’ll have to come up with a new metaphor.

When Louis served him a plate, the eggs were dry and black in places and the bread’s not much better, but the tea was good and nearly milk-less, which is how Alex’s always liked it. Louis sat across the table from him, nursing a cup of tea of his own, and Alex kept glancing up at him as he ate.

“Come closer,” he muttered at one point around the egg and bread in his mouth, and Louis just shook his head.

“You eat,” Louis said easily, “You got skinny on me while you were gone,”

Alex’s throat immediately felt thick, since Louis looked worse off than he did, but he didn’t say anything, just cast his eyes back down and pulled more food into his mouth until the plate was clear. He drank down more tea, letting the food wash down, and then he brought his head right back up.

“Now come here,” he said, and this time Louis just nodded and stood, his slip shifting and falling easily back over his body as he went over and then cast himself easily on Alex’s lap, his legs sprawled on either side of the chair, his feet pressed to the floor.

“Hope this is what you wanted,” he said, and Alex could only nod, couldn’t even bring his hands up to grip him, not when his nails still had oil in them and Louis looked so clean.

Louis’s eyes were closed and he pushed forward, pressing a soft kiss to the swell of Alex’s Adam’s apple, then moved lowering, his lips brhsing the hollow of his throat.

Alex’s hands tightened on his waist as Louis kissed him. He wanted to wash away in the feeling, but he couldn’t, not when he had barely gotten a good look at Louis’s eyes earlier.

The boy he’d met on the mole, the one he had never bothered to ask a name for, had told him after the fact that the man with the blankets was blind, that it would make no difference with whether he looked up at him or not. But people at the first station had cast their eyes down, voices had flown like razors.

Them boys don’t deserve the Royal uniforms when all they did was wait for a pick up.

Alex swallowed roughly, blinking back the burning behind his eyes, and he squeezed Louis’s waist once, enough to get his attention.

“Can you look at me?” he asked, and Louis easily lifted his head. His eyes found Alex’s immediately, and they were soft and bright, a mirror of the smile on his lips.

“What do I look like to you?” Alex asked softly, and Louis snorted and draped his arms over Alex’s shoulders.

“What, you want a compliment?” he said, still smiling, “Just need someone to tell you you’re the prettiest thing since the Crown Jewels?”

Alex tried to swallow again, but he felt his face shift and harden, making Louis frown.

“Alex,” he said softly, “What is it?”

“I did some bad things,” he managed, and Louis shook his head.

“No, you didn’t,”

“I ran away,”

“You got evacuated,”

“I could’ve stayed,”

“Yeah, and then you would’ve been brave and dead in the fucking French sand and where would that leave me, huh?” Louis asked, and pushed forward, pressing their noses together, “Did you think that through?”

Alex licked his lips, “I’m sorry,”

Louis sighed and drew back, “Listen. I don’t know what it’s like out there. I got a heart that skips too many beats that keeps me here. But I know you weren’t gonna just run away for no good reason,”

Alex swallowed hard, shook his head, “I tried to kick someone off a ship. He was French. Didn’t even do anything wrong, I just didn’t want to die,”

“That’s a reasonable thing to want,”

“That’s fucking selfish,”

“Yeah. You’re selfish, I’m selfish. I would’ve forgiven the whole army dying if you wound up safe on my doorstep,” Louis said. His voice was hard, and Alex knew he wasn’t going to win this argument, if that’s what it even was. He never won any of their arguments. Louis had soft eyes and a hard head and those were tough to compete with.

Alex shook his head again and then tilted his chin down, looking at his own lap.

“I’m sorry,” he said again, and Louis sighed and caught his fingers under Alex’s chin, making his gaze lift right back up.

“You’re home now,” he said softly, and Alex nodded.

“I know. I want to be home. I don’t want to think about that right now,”

Louis just looked at him carefully and nodded, shifting in Alex’s lap. As he moved, the strap of his slip fell down again, drooping to reveal more of his chest, a peaked, dusty nipple popping out.  He lifted his shoulder, pressing it nearly to his ear as he gripped the wrinkled silk, tried to pull it back up to cover himself. Alex caught his wrist, made Louis loosen his fingers.

“Don’t you go acting coy on me,” he said, making his voice as light as he could manage. Louis blinked, then shook his head, smiling at the change in his tone.

“How were the birds in France?” he asked, “They pretty?”

“Not as pretty as you,”

“Not what I asked,”

Alex swallowed, and then shrugged, “Sure they were. Didn’t get much more of them,”

Louis lifted his brows, tilted his head.

“Yeah? What about those eight-pagers you boys pass around?” Louis asked, “Find something you like there?”

Alex swallowed, “No,”

He’d seen them. Of course he had. They were more valued than water and yet shared far more easily. He’d wanked to a picture in one of them once, a girl with dark hair and some blue shorts and not much else. He’d just covered the top part, kept the image of flared hips and a round bum and just pictured a firm chest and a stubble-sprinkled chin over top.

He liked girls just fine. But girls weren’t Louis. Neither were other boys, for that matter. For Alex, there was just him. Just Louis.

Louis smirked, shook his head.

“You just waitin’ around for me then, huh?” Louis said, and Alex nodded, which only made Louis laugh.

“I’d forgive you if you did, you know,” Louis said, “Find a dame you like, have some fun. I’d let it go,”

“No, you wouldn’t,”

“Sure I would,” Louis smirked, in a way that meant he certainly would not, except when he was following through with what game he was playing, “Because I’m still your favorite girl, right?”

Alex blinked up at Louis, at his sharp face and his parted, dry lips and his eyes, so big on his slimmer face.

“Huh?” Louis prompted again, and then lifted his hands and pushed on his chest, the push of it creating a small line between his pectorals, peeking over the edge of his neckline, “Don’t have a great rack like the other girls do but you don’t care, do you, love? You always liked what’s on the bottom, anyways,”  

Alex licked his lips again, his throat suddenly feeling dry.

“You’d be right about that,”

“I know,” Louis smiled, then leaned forward, pushing his mouth firmly on Alex’s lax lips, “Come on then, handsome, you were all about that earlier, what’s the point of you having hands if you don’t put them to use?”

Alex lifted his hands, then, hesitating for a second. Louis gave him a sharp and expectant look, though, and then he pushed his hands forward and then back around. He gripped Louis’s bum in both hands, a thick swell under the slippery silk. Louis rolled his hips forward and Alex groaned shifting his own lap to meet him. His cock felt thick and hard in his drawers but he couldn’t get any friction on Louis, not when he was squirming around his lap.

“You got Vaseline?” he asked.

“Of course,” Louis scoffed, “You wanna be the one to go get it?”

Alex groaned, then shook his head.

“I got a better idea. Get up,”

Louis blinked at him but shifted himself, getting his feet flat on the floor and then lifting himself up until he was standing. Alex got up to, set his hands on Louis’s waist and then kicked at the chair behind him, giving them more room in front of the table. Louis’s gaze lifted, his eyes widening for just a moment before he looked back down and then turned, so his back was pressing to Alex’s front. Alex leaned forward, pressing his lips firmly to the side of Louis’s neck.

“Lean over,” he murmured, and Louis pushed himself closer to Alex’s touch but then leaned forward, setting his hands on the edge of the table. Alex pushed against the small of his back, his fingers barely getting traction against the slip.

“Yeah, come on, baby doll, show off for me,” he said, “You know you want to, wriggling around in your bed things like some call girl,”

Louis exhaled loudly and then pushed himself out, flattening his belly against the table and pushing his legs and hips out more. Alex got a hold of his hips and then roughly shoved up the back of the slip over the pale swell of Louis’s arse. His hands went right to his cheeks, then, and gave them a squeeze and then spread him out to see a tight hole and his pinkening cock and his swollen balls.

Alex lowered himself onto his knees, the tile of the kitchen biting his legs, and he nipped at the inside of Louis’s thigh. Louis yelped, high and strained, and Alex lapped over the pink mark on his leg before kissing it. He dragged his lips up the inside of his thigh, bit again at the soft swell of the underside of one cheek, which made Louis whimper a bit too loudly.

“We have neighbors,” Alex said a bit too firmly.

“I know,” Louis sighed, “Maybe they should put up with it. Nancy from upstairs got her husband back a month ago and I’ve had to listen to them try to make a baby every night since then,”

Alex laughed, pressing another kiss to Louis’s arse cheek.

“Could give you a baby if you wanted that,”

“Even if you could, I’d rather you give me whatever you’re planning back there,”

So Alex lifted his chin and pressed his mouth right to Louis’s hole, giving it a soft kiss that made the other man inhale sharply. Then he pushed in hard with the point of his tongue, keeping his lips hard and tight over the ring of muscle while he licked.

Louis twitched, his hips moving and pushing, and Alex flattened his tongue, lapping roughly a few times over his rim, keeping his hands tight on Louis’s thighs while he did. He lowered his lips, kissing the soft skin of his taint, and then lapped over the whole area, from the base of his rim to the very tops of his balls.

“Alex,” Louis exhaled, soft and sharp, “Alex, baby,”

He didn’t speak, mostly because he didn’t want to pull away. He kind of wanted to spin Louis around by his hips, get his cock in his mouth just to feel the weight of it, the way it perfectly filled his mouth without making his jaw too sore, so he could hold him in a place he could easily look up and see Louis’s face.

But when he brought his lips back to his rim, Louis gasped again, and it was enough to keep his mouth right there.

He kept his tongue pointed at firm, and he prodded at him, licking around his rim and the inside of his cheeks, then pushed straight into his hole like he was trying to open him up even without his finges. He’d flatten his tongue back out occasionally to lick broader strips over him, a few times he could put his tongue back entirely, kiss his hole and his taint and his balls. He lifted a hand, dragging it on the inside of Louis’s thigh, even reaching out to stroke at Loius’s length with his knuckles. He was hard, and leaking, and Alex’s own cock was thick and tight against his drawers, but he’d live if he could keep listening to the sweet, sweet sounds Louis kept making.

And then, suddenly, he had to pull away because Louis was crying.

“What’s wrong?” Alex asked as he got back to his feet. Louis was collapsed fully on the table, his legs shaking and his head buried into his arms, and his shoulders were quaking. Alex touched his shoulder and tried to get him to turn over, and then went easily, his face pink and wet when he was finally on his back.

Alex opened his mouth to speak, to apologize or to at least ask if he was alright, but Louis beat him to the chase.

“I love you,” Louis gasped, “I love you, you understand me?”

Again, Alex tried to speak and he cut right in.

“Don’t you dare think it would’ve been better if you hadn’t come back,” Louis said, “I don’t care if they had to haul you out, you’re here now,”

Softer, he spoke again, “You’re here now,”

Alex nodded and leaned forward, hovering right over Louis.

“How am I supposed to leave you?” Alex murmured, “Pretty face like yours is what someone can dream of coming home to,”

Louis looked up at him easily, his face still so open, so forgiving, and when Alex spoke again, his voice was in danger of cracking and he didn’t even bother trying to swallow it down.

“I love you,” he said, “You’re the only person I’m ever going to love, baby doll,”

Louis gave him one more long, long look, and then grabbed his shirtfront and tugged him forward, narrowing his eyes as he did.  

“You listen to me,” Louis said, “You go into the bedroom and find the Vaseline, and then you’re going to fuck me. Alright?”

Alex nodded, and Louis pushed his chest, enough to make him stumble back and trip over his feet as he went to the bedroom, found the tin of jelly in the top shelf of their shared dresser before he rushed right back to the kitchen, took his place in front of Louis’s easily sprawled body.

He slicked him down and held down his wrists, thrust his hips forward into him until the table quaked and the top of Louis’s slip slid all the way down, nearly to his waist. Louis cried out, loud and high, enough that if anyone heard they’d probably think he was a bird. He didn’t take him long for him to tremble and for his cock to spill all over the edge of his slip, a couple droplets slipping off his sharp hips and onto the table. It’d be a bitch to clean up, especially the cold water and scrubbing Louis would have to put into getting the slip back into shape. But Alex couldn’t even care, because he was pushing forward, spilling into Louis, making the other man groan weakly and buck back. His face was slick and pink, his hair limp.

When he opened his eyes, they were dark and far off and shifting, like the waves of a sea Alex actually wanted to remember.

Louis reached out a hand, and Alex let Louis grab the back of his neck, draw him forward, kiss his lips softly and then drag a thumb over his cheek. Alex’s throat felt tight, and when Louis pulled back, he whispered carefully, his fingertips still lingering soft on his skin.

“Welcome home, Private,” he said, “I’ll make sure you want to stay,”

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Gonna be honest no one can point fingers at anyone because at one point (and still to this day) we were all victims of slavery. I mean come on Africa sold it people off to have money because they were on their hands and knees. White people (manly women but alot of men too) are used as sex slaves or unpaid maids, Latios are used as unpaid maids, sex slaves, and unpaid cleaners, the Asians are (probably still to this day) used for their smarts and quick thinking to build up something for little to no payment at all toys, drugs, machines, it doesn't matter really anything Asian kids, to men, to women ; if they were able to build it and comprehend it then it was what they did. These are only a few if the many races that are put in slavery. I hate when people are only talking about one race being a victim of slavery. Yes African Americans were slaves, yes they could still be, but the only reason anyone knows about them is because it was heavily talked on. African Americans are not the only ones who were enslaved because to this day Latios, Asians, whites hell any race at that is a victim of slavery. So when Black history month comes out I'm happy but also pissed that people complain about it only being one month, be happy that people go and relook on your pasts. There's no Latin month or a month for the Whites who were beat to death, or the Asians who cant get their lives back. So when I see stuff like this I hate just seeing the blacks being hated by the whites. Yes it happens, But not all whites hate black people, Not all black people like whites, not all Latinos are going to like blacks or whites. But yknow what? We're all the same so cut the shit about whites being the ugly ones in these pictures because if black slavery needs a person to blame, blame yourselfs. Africa sold it's people to America, it wasn't like America went over to them and were like "Yeah I just give ya money in the middle of us wanting to move west so I can have black slaves" No thats not what happened

Africa sold it people because the country was on it's hands and knees and America took it in and didn't give two shits about it. It's fucked up but America took Latios lives too. The Asians got there own people on their asses too so everyone was enslaved at some point. No one knows about it because no one cares. Black history month is a time for the people to pretend like they care about it when the only ones who do are those who can see the mistakes that were made.

white ppl really think racism is/was a single act and/or event and not an entire ongoing history of genocide and state and social systems of oppression built to keep black and brown people exploited

realize racism is a system of oppression thats baked into every corner of western society and that capitalism can not function without people of color being en masse exploited, subjugated into near constant austerity and severe unhealable generational trauma