#both the anger from poi and the anger from fans

[minorfamilysupremacy]

quick note: if you're turning on build due to the most recent chat leaks, do me a favor and unfollow, then learn critical thinking skills and ask yourself why you're happily playing into the hands of a known liar and abuser.

[chalkrevelations]

if you don't want to talk about this further, just ignore this of course, but have you seen pond's fucking instagram post about build? (without saying his name of course) i know automatic translations can be wonky, but overall, he is making it all about himself and his feelings, STILL "both sides" the whole thing, and throws in a "watch the new ep of our show" (you know... the one they took away from build) at the end. the audacity that man has is just beyond comprehension. i truly hope karma will do its thing and ruin the company and that man's life.

Hi, Anon. I. Hm.

I went back and forth a couple of times on whether I actually did want to respond to this. I have a lot of feelings and opinions about Pond and about BOC under his direction that I’ve rarely spoken about so publicly (although I have some suspicions, for Reasons, that some things I’ve said in semi-private spaces have been spread further than those spaces). I'm very aware that I'm at a cultural and linguistic disadvantage when I try to evaluate anything about Pond or BOC and that I'm therefore working with limited information. But I don’t think it’s a big secret I’m not a fan of Pond’s. From what I’ve seen, I think his behavior has been deeply problematic and unethical, and not just in relationship to Build’s situation - although the way he’s tried to portray himself as peacemaker during this whole debacle with Poi has certainly only exacerbated my negative impression. The best I can give him is that maybe he’s unaware of his own unctuous self-centeredness? So, while it would be gross and skeevy that he would 1) make something as serious as this all about himself and his own feelings, and 2) use it as a mercenary chance to flog his latest BOC property despite the fact that property no longer has anything to do with Build, I wouldn't be surprised by it.

Personally, I'm sorry that I gave him and his company the benefit of the doubt for as long as I did. Like many other people, I bought into the “big happy family” fan service for a while, before eventually accepting that it was just as much fan service as any branded pair, so, mea culpa on that front, right? But I think too many people didn’t and haven’t realized or accepted that, and that Build in particular has paid an out-sized price for it - including when people have put the blame on him for the cracks in the facade, especially in misplaced anger and outrage over the “leaked” DMs that threatened the happy found-family narrative BOC was selling and that fans want(ed) to believe.

I think Pond and BOC have been very good at manipulating fan sentiment into believing their self-imposed Hero Edit and self-promotion as industry disrupter, despite evidence to the contrary that goes back as far as the filming of KPTS, when Poi and Yok got away with sexually and otherwise harassing multiple cast members, including a teenaged Barcode. It extends through leveraging Barcode’s and other cast members' emotional response to Jeff’s departure to provide a show for a live concert audience, and forward to a reality show in which a bunch of young wannabe actors were pressured into exposing their worst moments, on television, for prurient viewer interest. Setting up Apo, of all people, to hawk skin lightener was a terrible thing to do and makes everyone involved a worse human being.

So, no, I wouldn't find this latest skeevy behavior surprising. I don’t know what Build’s hopes and plans are, as far as regaining a domestic career, and he's always seemed, publicly at least, to be far more forgiving of Pond than I would be in his position. I don't know if that's personal, cultural, or professionally rooted. But I personally hope Build has enough resources to allow him to avoid getting involved with Pond again, given the way Pond and BOC have treated him – from folding to a ginned-up harassment campaign so that Build was kept out of the public eye precisely when VP was airing/trending (funny, that), through leaving him to twist in the wind from the time of Poi’s first salvo of plagiarism accusations - which BOC apparently couldn’t be bothered to respond to, even though it was one of their properties at issue - to Pond standing around for a year and a half with his hands in the air like a bystander while Nong Poi publicly curbstomped someone who Pond claimed was a friend and part of his work "family," before sad-facing for the press about how hurtful it was that Build decided to leave the “family” that had publicly damnatio memoriae’d him.

Anyway, that's really more time and emotional spoons than I want to spend on Pond or his company - tbqh, they're one reason I'm semi-hiatusing at this point - so I'm likely done talking about them after this. But as usual, once I start, I talk forever, so here this is.

[reality-liver-n0]

This is going to be my worst post to date (in my opinion)

But after the anguish and turmoil that has hit Balalaika fans after her appearence in the latest chapter like her lack of muscle/strength that we know she unleashed on Rock, the fading of her scars, and other things I decided to investigate myself to see how much she changed.

The majority of these pictures are from the anime. Sad, I know, and hopefully once I find the direct panel from the manga that mirrors it I will edit or add more to this post.

I will start this by saying that Anime Balalaika is an absolute fucking unit. Like reviewing the pictures I realized that she's built like a very beautiful Russian tank and that is really the best description here.

Do you see what I mean? It's most likely the coat but still, it has to touch her shoulders to even drape.

Although, it depends on the scene as she can be like this too

Her shoulders are less defined and aren't quite as cut as the top ones but her muscle is there at least.

Above is the Virgin Rock as physical comparision

She's obviously fucking built way beyond his physique and she knows it. She corners him in or crosses her arms while his remain at his side as he tries to be unaffected. And honestly, kudos to him. He stood pretty strong in this scene and I think he knew he had to do that to even try and talk on her level.

I mean we've seen what happens when he doesn't. Disclaimers ahead, Rock is in for a rough ride. I on the other hand, laughed my ass off when I took these screenshots.

Also, here is what I personally think went through Balalaika's head in each scene and the progression of it.

% Anger Level - Annoyance

Jesus Christ, he's on this bullshit again. Sounds like one of those family dogs I keep having to put down.

% Anger Level - Frustrated

Maybe if I make it clear I'm pissed right now he'll have some sense left in him. If he says one more word I am going to make him the hood ornament for the car.

% Anger Level - Hostility

Just looking at this cigarerette is giving me an idea. I could just throw him like I could with this. Sooner or later he'll be stepped on; fire dying out.

% Anger Level - Rage

I'm certain his face will never change in his casket

With one strike I could gouge his eyes out. Maybe then he'll see justice.

You've sealed your fate Rock. Now you'll suffer the death of a true hero.

(Woohoo! 🎉You passed the slideshow and now I'll do my commetary. Here's a Boris photo as a reward.)

This is the face he wanted to make right when Rock started talking.

Anyway, I must have forgotten just how Balalaika threw Rock since I took those screenshots. I knew that she did it but somehow forgot that she did it with one arm. Or at least how much power she put into flinging him like a ragdoll. LIke she fucking lifted him in the air with one hand and with a single move had him on the hood in split seconds.

Here's a funny picture I caught mid-shot as well

His feet aren't touching the ground. He's fully straight as if he didn't have have a second to take it in, meanwhile his hands are just open and it's like he forgot he was even alive. No doubt, he had a vision that when Balalaika even reached for him that she just punted him to the afterlife.

Meanwhile, I cannot imagine the raw terror Revy must have felt seeing this happen.

She is scared as hell here. Keep in mind that this entire exchange she can't see Balalaika's face or Rock's. Both their backs are to her until Balalaika throws Rock. Still, I doubt that she really could've seen him past Balalaika's frame. Meanwhile, she's probabaly just processing that Balalaika's strong enough to do what she just did. Most likely she already knew she has a lot of physical power, I mean look at her, but this is the first time she's seen it and it happened to the worst person possible.

I can fully say that Balalaika is a fucking beast in hand-to-hand combat with the body to match it. And this is only focusing on her throwing Rock! She already snapped a neck by this point. Rock saw that and again, he does have some courage or maybe stupidity to even do this since he saw that with his own eyes.

Revy hasn't. And I don't think Rock told her, at least not until he knew they were back in Roanapur and safe. He was still traumatized by it too so chances are he is suffering some recurring nightmare of it. To top it off, this event alone was so visceral in his mind that he draws a direct comparaision to Chang, symbolizing how truly helpess he was.

With all that out of the way here isthe recent manga depiction of Balalaika

(no comment needed)

Here are the earlier depictions of her in the previous chapters. All the thanks to @crystallinee-waters and @progmanx for the posts concerning the chapters and the usual girlboss stuff 💅

Love you two for that

In conclusion the only explanation for this is that Chang used his CIA connnections (Eda) to tamper with the latest chapter to make himself look cooler. And I guess he had enough mercy to include Rock in that upgrade too, for whatever reason.

Hero of the chapter was definitely Le Majeur

Homegirl got sacraficed by Balalaika to the gays

Which will probabaly be another cursed post sometime in the future with the Holy Trinity (Balalaika, Revy and Le Majeur)

✊ They're staying strong and holding down the series' reperesentation of the ABC Mafia

(😔 not canonically tho only Le Majeur has officially come out, or got outed by her comrade. But then Revy saved her ass and definitely did not hear anything and now does not knows what Le Majeur really is.)

A homosexual 🌈

Okay. I think I'm finally done with this, and I went off the rails by the end but this post now exists so I will return to my secluded hole 🕳️

(Forgot to add buff Revy too, so here she is)

She can be both happy and mad but she's still jacked af (and silently judging you at all times because of your gayness)

[kerrikins]

My Thoughts On BOC

I've seen a lot of debate recently about BOC and whether they should be supported/why they should be supported, so I thought I'd compile my thoughts in a post as recently I have moved towards being actively critical of them after a long time being one of their defenders.

The handling of the Build Jakapan situation. (Note: I have a neutral stance on the greater issue.) This was handled extremely badly, in my opinion. I'm not talking about the initial suspension as that's completely understandable, as is BOC no longer wanting to be tied to Build. However they bungled pretty much everything after that. There was ZERO need for a conference at all. If it was done for Build's benefit then BOC could and SHOULD have insisted that it be done immediately to close the door and move on. Instead what we got were brands basically outing what was going to happen on Monday in IG comments, while the fandom as a whole was in a tizzy because people on both sides wanted confirmation and were trying to interpret things. It didn't help that Pond himself was in the comments stirring things up and seen basically having a good time in Japan while his entire fandom was in chaos. Again, this is not about Build fans, fans on ALL sides were angered by this and left in a state of limbo for an entire week. The conference itself was also planned extremely badly. When it was first announced the idea was that both Build and Poi were going to be there, which... Regardless of who you do or don't believe, that was a HORRIBLE idea. When you have almost EVERYONE in the fandom upset with you, you know you've handled things badly.

The remaining uncertainty over the Build situation due to the handling of social media. As of today, the 4 Minutes poster with both Bible and Build's faces remains up on the official BOC instagram. Yes, stuff like this *does* matter. Is it deliberate? Is it an oversight? Is it an indication they still want to work with Build in the future? *Who knows*: and that's the problem. Fans who support Build cling to hope due to its presence. Fans who dislike him are annoyed by its presence. It should have been removed immediately following Build's suspension, and definitely after he resigned from BOC - or clarification as to the status of the project should have been posted.

The seeming cancellation of Barcode's album with zero communication. Link: https://twitter.com/Innomicogni/status/1622125274803638273 I've seen people deflect and say that it's on other parties, which, okay - but again, zero communication. That is not how you treat loyal fans who want to be paying customers.

The mishandling of the BOC twitter account. Last week fans caught that the official BOC twitter account had 'liked' a post questioning Build's tone during the phone call that was recorded between him and Poi. Again I wish to make clear here: whether or not people agree with the tweet isn't the point. It's simply that it's unprofessional for a company like BOC to appear to be taking any stance at all like this unless it is a professional, written statement done after review with a legal team. 'Likes' from their official twitter account are not a good look. The fact that later an anonymous, seemingly burner account surfaced to take responsibility and apologize just makes the situation worse, especially since BOC didn't officially address things, only retweeted this account. Again, unprofessional. If someone on your account makes a mistake: own it. Acknowledge it. Don't retweet some no-name account.

The handling of the cancellation of the Vietnam concert. Personally I find the reasoning behind this questionable, however. The actors should be instructed to say nothing beyond 'we're really sad, we wanted to see you'. Apo commented on safety and this stirred up fans on all 'sides' of the fandom, even his own fans. To make things equal, Bible ran into the same issue even with the word 'circumstances'. There's also the fact that by and large the 'threats' had been debunked and this was not addressed in the post at all - doing so would have blunted some of the attacks, at least. A proper PR team would have been able to handle this. Also, this is not isolated to one segment of the fandom being angry, as I saw anger all around, particularly from Vietnamese MA fans who felt insulted by the lack of communication and late notice. There was also the possibility that BOC did not even get the necessary approval, to which I say, if it's true: oof.

Lastly, and this pains me to say it because I've been in full support of the world tour until now... The fact that the world tour is continuing in spite of the expense of it. I know it's winding down, but still. I've always said well, the actors are having fun, but there comes a point where that needs to go to the back burner. The money could be better spent hiring PR or security! While I always assumed that the world tour was not exactly hugely profitable I assumed that they were at least breaking even, so to hear Pond say that they're actually losing money on it but still doing MORE is honestly astonishing and is poor management. Of course I don't know when they booked the venues but again this points to mismanagement - either they knew awhile ago and didn't publicize it to sell more tickets, OR they organized it late even though they know it's a cost sink for them. Bad handling all around.

The silence on work for the rest of the cast. We know that Apo, Mile, Bible, Tong, Jeff, Barcode, Bas and obviously previously Build all have work. However we know nothing about the rest. If I'm being charitable and presume that they have something planned, then my concern is that they're not publicizing or promoting these actors at all. Not only that but they are bringing on more, and doing a reality show? To me this smells of a company that is going to spread itself too thin trying to do too many things at once.

The fact that most of the above are all within THE LAST TWO WEEKS. I'm not even addressing the other issues that have cropped up over the last seven months or so. They've had to do more than a few apologies/corrections, most of which could be mitigated with a good PR team and/or translator.

Please don't take any of this to mean that I don't support the actors. I DO. And honestly, if BOC shows signs of getting a proper PR team and better management - then I will happily return to supporting them. I WANT to return to supporting them because I adore Bible and Mile and Apo and Tong and Us (and the others, to a lesser extent).

I hate that I find myself thinking that maybe they would be better off elsewhere, with a more experienced company that will take the time to invest in better PR and management. They have fifteen artists (maybe more, now) depending on them, so I really hope that they can get their shit together and make a success of things. They have some extremely talented cast members and I would hate to see them go to waste and right now I'm worried that's what is going to happen.

I'm sure that some will disagree and I respect that, but I just wanted to put this out there as I've seen some debate as to why people have issues with BOC and how they've handled things recently.

[beyondtheindigosky]

About this Build Poi situation

This entire situation took an extremely tragic turn. And everyone who harped about morals and justice are making memes . I don't have a high sense of morality but I honestly don't think that this is something to rejoice about. Now so many things have come to light after this whole situation. So many lives are being ruined. Poi, Build , the kids who posted slanderous comments, all their lives have been ruined. Now that Poi is the defendant in the case most people who wanted to destroy Build don't care anymore. Because now that Build has left BOC , there's 'no point in fighting for justice.' The sheer irony of this all.

Now people are coming forward and apologizing to Build for spreading fake allegations. And all who have publicly apologized until now are underage. There's even a 12 year old apologizing. These are children. But now they have obtained criminal records even before they became 18. And they are being dragged all around social media for what they have done.

Poi's plaigarism allegations against Build have been debunked and now ,it seems as if she hasn't even filed a lawsuit against him. Now she has become the Defendant of this case. The charges against her are criminal charges and if undisputed she will definitely get a criminal record. This has even gone to the Thai national media and now her reputation is also in ruins. People are making fun of her contradictory tweets and openly mocking her.

People are making fun of all these people involved. Some hate Build for his tweets,other hate Poi and those convicted children for their actions and now all of them are being dragged to hell and back.

Even though I sided with Build and disliked Poi no one truly won here.

Apo's own fans turned against him and flung racist, homophobic comments at him all because of a filter.

Regardless of what we feel about them, these are all real people who are involved.To make fun of their lives ,to joke at their expense isn't a morally superior thing to do.

What's the point in talking about 'justice', 'morals' and 'victims' if we dump the case the moment the tide turns?

I honestly had concrete beliefs too. I didn't even knowthat there was something called 'imperfect victims' until this case happened. I didn't realize that we have to give a voice to the victim ,(no matter how imperfect they are) first. That was my mistake.

Everyone who made documentations and discussions about it has abandoned it . People mocked Build for crying and now they are mocking Poi for what's happening to her. It's very clear that Poi needs medical intervention.

If Poi can be considered an imperfect victim so Build. If Build is innocent until proven guilty so is Poi.

This entire thing has become a nightmare .With more and more lives being ruined. The court of Public opinion is an extremely ruthless place and we all are a part of it.

What all these people have done might be inexcusable in someone's book but this situation should have been approached in a more humane way.

The court of Law forgives but The court of public opinion never does .The same people who stand by you will abandon you in a second.

There's one thing common in all these people involved ,they have all become social outcasts. We have pushed them out of society with no remorse.Because all of us ,from both sides decided to hate each other and drag all these people to hell.

Most of us just needed a scapegoat to hate .Now that Build seems to be the victim, Build has been replaced by Poi and the other people involved .

We all tried to force all these people to be picture perfect and when they don't fulfill it we get angry.

Build,Poi and everyone involved will have to live with this until they die. There's no escape for them.

At the end of the day everyone including me were complicit in spreading hatred and anger and dividing ourselves and expelling all these people.

I should have looked at this case in a humane manner ,but I failed to do so. We can find their actions inexcusable but they are inevitably paying for everything that they have done.

Degrading ,mocking ,rejoicing about their downfall is not the way to go in my opinion.But then again how can I talk about morality when I myself am not a good person?

This actually showed me that people truly don't care about things like justice and the victim .They will care only care if it affects them. That's the reality and human nature. They will discard the person the moment the victim becomes the defendant.

I am no better either.

The truth is a bitter pill to swallow,but I can accept it when I am wrong.

Poi,Build and the other 3 kids are a product of their society. Their experiences would have shaped them to take all those decisions that they took. They are all imperfect. They are all human.We don't care about the real issue here.

But people can't be imperfect right?

Everyone has to be perfect right?It's easy to mock them right?

It's easy to ignore these problems right?

Build's tears are crocodile tears because he's a devil and not human enough to cry, am I right?

Poi shouldn't be sympathized with because she is crazy and delusional right ?

Those children and their parents should be shamed and mocked because they committed crimes right ?

It's easy ignore their struggles and not care because they no longer matter to us right?

We only need them as scapegoats just to hate them right ?

It's fun to see them dragged to hell right?

Degrading them, Dehumanizing them , sensationalizing this whole situation,dropping them when we can no longer seem to care , Ignoring how they feel because they are wrong feels good right ?

Let's not give them a voice because they are monsters right?

Their feelings don't matter anymore because we hate them right ?

How we failed them all. It took me a long while to accept this all but this is the bitter reality .And I was complicit in it as well. So I am no better .

Initially this was made under a meme about Build's resignation but now I made my own post about it. People shouldn't make memes out of the destruction of a person's life no matter how much you hate them.

[a-tale-never-told]

To take your mind off of all the bullshit you’ve definitely seen by now with Mod Poi, I’ll let you know that I just finished reading a book about the creation of the Russian Sesame Street and all the chaos that went down trying to get a very American show on the Tv screens of post-Soviet Russia. It’s called Muppets in Moscow if you want to check it out

//Honestly wasn't expecting to mesh these two subtopics together, as they barely have anything in common with one another. Still, it makes it all the more fascinating to investigate it.

//I'll have to definitely review and check that out when the opportunity comes up because it combines two of the most surrealist things I've ever witnessed, the turmoils and chaotic nightmare that was post-Soviet Russia, and a kid's show where you're taught the basic subjects of academics by a reddish, Kermit-esque muppet. What could possibly go wrong?.

//Yeah, I've only recently heard about this now, and it's getting generally exhausting on how much these fans are willing to antagonize others for sharing an opinion and disagreement of how the character was characterized, even when actual, definable, proof is presented before them, or having basic common sense.

//It's less of my general thoughts on this situation being frustration and anger, and more of me basically being disappointed that we're reaching this stage of the Hiyoko- fandom debacle, where they haven't learned anything from the last time they went after someone for their portrayal of Hiyoko, and have actually gotten worse in the period between both incidents.

//It's remarkable that they're so devoted to idolizing their queen and shielding her from any criticism that any amount of nuance or rationality is completely lost on them. Frankly, I ain't that surprised about them attacking someone for their honest opinion about Hiyoko, but what I'm surprised by is how they're willingly discarding any meaningful or good advice we've given them, and instead continue to relentlessly harass those who even have the slightest bad thing to say about her.

//It's a parasitic syndrome that's becoming a huge stain on how I view this character, and it's getting very tiring to deal with. I'm already preoccupied with a lot of stuff right now, and I certainly don't need to get into an argument with a Hiyoko stan about whether or now Hiyoko's a great character. Does Hiyoko deserve some love? Absolutely. But to the extent of continuously harassing others based on their opinions about a certain character? I don't believe so.

[beyondtheindigosky]

This entire situation took an extremely tragic turn.And everyone who harped about morals and justice are making memes. I don't have a high sense of morality but I honestly don't think that this is something to rejoice about. Now so many things have come to light after this whole situation. So many lives are being ruined. Poi, Build , the kids who posted slanderous comments, all their lives have been ruined. Now that Poi is the defendant in the case most people who wanted to destroy Build don't care anymore. Because now that Build has left BOC , there's 'no point in fighting for justice.' The sheer irony of this all.

Now people are coming forward and apologizing to Build for spreading fake allegations. And all who have publicly apologized until now are underage. There's even a 12 year old apologizing. These are children. But now they have obtained criminal records even before they became 18. And they are being dragged all around social media for what they have done.

Poi's plaigarism allegations against Build have been debunked and now ,it seems as if she hasn't even filed a lawsuit against him. Now she has become the Defendant of this case. The charges against her are criminal charges and if undisputed she will definitely get a criminal record. This has even gone to the Thai national media and now her reputation is also in ruins. People are making fun of her contradictory tweets and openly mocking her.

People are making fun of all these people involved. Some hate Build for his tweets,other hate Poi and those convicted children for their actions and now all of them are being dragged to hell and back.

Even though I sided with Build and disliked Poi no one truly won here.

Apo's own fans turned against him and flung racist, homophobic comments at him all because of a filter.

Regardless of what we feel about them, these are all real people who are involved.To make fun of their lives ,to joke at their expense isn't a morally superior thing to do.

What's the point in talking about 'justice', 'morals' and 'victims' if we dump the case the moment the tide turns?

I honestly had concrete beliefs too. I didn't even knowthat there was something called 'imperfect victims' until this case happened. I didn't realize that we have to give a voice to the victim ,(no matter how imperfect they are) first. That was my mistake.

Everyone who made documentations and discussions about it has abandoned it . People mocked Build for crying and now they are mocking Poi for what's happening to her. It's very clear that Poi needs medical intervention.

If Poi can be considered an imperfect victim so Build. If Build is innocent until proven guilty so is Poi.

This entire thing has become a nightmare .With more and more lives being ruined. The court of Public opinion is an extremely ruthless place and we all are a part of it.

What all these people have done might be inexcusable in someone's book but this situation should have been approached in a more humane way.

The court of Law forgives but The court of public opinion never does .The same people who stand by you will abandon you in a second.

There's one thing common in all these people involved ,they have all become social outcasts. We have pushed them out of society with no remorse.Because all of us ,from both sides decided to hate each other and drag all these people to hell.

Most of us just needed a scapegoat to hate .Now that Build seems to be the victim, Build has been replaced by Poi and the other people involved .

We all tried to force all these people to be picture perfect and when they don't fulfill it we get angry.

Build,Poi and everyone involved will have to live with this until they die. There's no escape for them.

At the end of the day everyone including me were complicit in spreading hatred and anger and dividing ourselves and expelling all these people.

I should have looked at this case in a humane manner ,but I failed to do so. We can find their actions inexcusable but they are inevitably paying for everything that they have done.

Degrading ,mocking ,rejoicing about their downfall is not the way to go in my opinion.But then again how can I talk about morality when I myself am not a good person?

This actually showed me that people truly don't care about things like justice and the victim .They will care only care if it affects them. That's the reality and human nature. They will discard the person the moment the victim becomes the defendant.

I am no better either.

The truth is a bitter pill to swallow,but I can accept it when I am wrong.

Poi,Build and the other 3 kids are a product of their society. Their experiences would have shaped them to take all those decisions that they took. They are all imperfect. They are all human.We don't care about the real issue here.

But people can't be imperfect right? Everyone has to be perfect right?

It's easy to mock them right?

It's easy to ignore these problems right?

Build's tears are crocodile tears because he's a devil and not human enough to cry, am I right?

Poi shouldn't be sympathized with because she is crazy and delusional right ?

Those children and their parents should be shamed and mocked because they committed crimes right ?

It's easy ignore their struggles and not care because they no longer matter to us right?

We only need them as scapegoats just to hate them right ?

It's fun to see them dragged to hell right?

Degrading them, Dehumanizing them , sensationalizing this whole situation,dropping them when we can no longer seem to care , Ignoring how they feel because they are wrong feels good right ?

Let's not give them a voice because they are monsters right?

Their feelings don't matter anymore because we hate them.

How we failed them all. It took me a long while to accept this all but this is the bitter reality .And I was complicit in it as well. So I am no better .

BUILD RESIGNED LMAO

[angelkurenai]

Imagine dating Jensen and never having told him you knew who he was and what his job was, or that you had a crush on him. So when he finds out he gets mad and a fight ensues.

“Honey, can you please check to see if there are any empty boxes left on the-”

“None.” Jensen cut you off with a small smirk, leaning against the door frame and chuckling when he saw you startle and let out a small yelp when you realized he was there.

“Jens!” you exclaimed, hand over your heart “You scared me, how long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough.” he grinned, getting closer to you “Long enough to admire the view and maybe- certainly fall in love with you just a little bit more, unbelievably possible you see, and that adorable face you make when going through your...” he looked over your shoulder at the things in your hands “Childhood memories I see! Wow that's some real talent there, is that-” he tilted his head to the side, looking at your childhood drawing “Is that a... kitty or a shark?”

“Shut up.” you said with a small pout, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks from the embarrassment, but at the same time unable to hold a small laugh when Jensen ticked your sides before wrapping his arms around your middle and sitting down next to you on the bed “And to answer your question... I think it's supposed to be both. My favorite animals from land and sea, you see, because of how adorable and dangerous they can both be.”

“Dangerous and adorable, wow, that's a way to think about those two. Ok.” he pursed his lips for a second, nodding his head “Remind me to have a serious talk with you about your childhood memories and concepts of cute when we decide to have kids, yeah? I'm scared I will walk into a nursery painted a deep shade of black because you think it's a lovely color.”

“Alright first-” you raised a finger to stop him before he could say anything else “Black is a lovely color and if you have anything against it then we really need to have a serious discussion about that otherwise I am afraid I can't move in with you at all. Not to mention that I think that puts our relationship in danger on its own. So you either prepare yourself for the endless amount of black outfits I have or otherwise-”

“No! No, totally fine with black. Lovely color, totally.” he shook his head immediately and you chuckled, leaning on him more.

“And as for the second-” your voice took on a softer tone as you looked up to lock eyes with his and offer him a soft smile, almost reassuring when you saw the panic in his eyes no wonder because he had previous slipped and didn't expect you to catch it “I always loved the idea of a yellow or light green one, or maybe both. Doesn't matter if it's a boy or a girl, or both.” you chuckled and a beautiful smile started spreading on his lips “Though don't look so cheerful, honey, because if it is twins I am going to be making your life a living hell until labor, mind my words!”

“I'll gladly take it all, sweetheart. All of it.” he leaned down to kiss your lips with a smile on “But I'm definitely on bedtime-story duty because I still don't trust you with it.”

You scoffed, giving him a playful shove “Some kind of boyfriend you are. If you must know sharks are a very important part of the ecosystem and they are endangered species. We must love and protect them and-”

“Alright, National geographic-” he said fondly “You can continue later with the info. In case you didn't notice, we've got a moving to make and you have a lot of things that need to go into boxes yet. Keep it up like this and you won't be moving into my house until next month.”

“And what a tragedy that would be.” you chuckled “I do have a lot of things to go through, though, some of which need throwing away, so it will take time. You said anything about the boxes?”

“Ah yes the boxes, there are none left in the house whatsoever, I ended up using a lot for the kitchen. Seems like we're gonna have to find some new ones. But that doesn't stop us from going through the things you need and the ones you plan on throwing away together yeah? Who knows what kind of interesting stuff I might find out.” he smirked and you scoffed a laugh.

“Underwear drawer is right up there honey, that's probably the only thing that can get as interesting as you expect. There's nothing much here, some stuff from my childhood, teenage years and probably some from 4 to 5 years ago.”

“Bummer.” he huffed, moving towards some other smaller shoe boxes that he expected to hold childhood stuff like the rest “Well, you look at the creepy childhood art then, while I go through this for once. If they're ok, we can move it as it already-”

“No wait, Jens that's not for-” you started, jumping on your feet to stop him, but it was already too late because the box was already open right in front of him in a matter of seconds.

“-is.” he added half a second after you, and as the frown on his face deepened he added “Wh-what- What is this?”

“Just- old stuff. Nothing worth noting.” you didn't keep your eyes on the posters, DVDs and rest of Supernatural merch that was in the box.

“Is this yours? (Y/n) is this yours?”

“I uh-” you cleared your throat, feeling your hands shake when you noticed that his jaw had clenched as well “Uh well... yes, it's in my house. Of course, b-but- It's old stuff I even had forgotten I had there. R-really not something you should concern yourself with. Let's- let's not waste time on them, yeah?” you asked tentatively, hating how your voice shook a bit but hoping he still wouldn't notice, as you tried to close the box as subtly as possible “It's just silly little things, and we have to go through so much already that-”

“And when did you get these?” he asked, cutting you off immediately; voice very deep and almost accusing and you really couldn't hold it against him when it was about something like this.

You had no secrets from him, never lied or tried to deceive him. It was a honest relationship from your side concerning both your feelings and actions, and same went for him too. From the moment you started going out officially, you didn't want anything between the two of you. It was how you had managed to make it last for so long, how to make it matter. But that didn't mean that there were no secrets between you at all, ones built up before it all became real between you two, before a relationship bloomed.

You had never told him you knew him when you met. Opting to pretend to not know about the show or who he was and what he did as a profession was an impulsive decision that at the time made things so much more simple but in the end you grew to regret. It had been easier to be around each other, to just be yourself – fangirl side, at least concerning Supernatural, set aside at least – and treat him like another human being defined by his personality and not job. And he had liked it, he admitted it months later when he told you about his job, more than he ever thought he would have. It was important to him to be treated like any other person, for you to see him as him and so you didn't have the heart to ruin it.

It was a white lie at first, simple as that, and you had meant to tell him the truth when one month turn into six turned into a year and you were together. But as the relationship got more serious and as you were more certain he needed to know, the more scared you were for him to know as well and each time you tried to tell him, you ended up backing away on it.

And now it wasn't simply just another white lie, it was a secret you had let stay between you and grow to proportions you couldn't control anymore. You feared it would make or break you if he ever found out, so much so that you wished he never had to. Sadly it seemed like you wouldn't be getting it.

“I think I might even get rid of it all, or give it away, it would be a little silly to hold onto these when-” you started speaking, hoping you could do your best at keeping your voice steady and avoiding having to answer. While you had showed your love for the show, you had never said out loud just when that love started.

“(Y/n)” his voice was rough as he cut you off, maybe more than you'd like but thankfully less than you had originally feared “When did you get these?”

“Well, I-” you fidgeted with your fingers, trying to master all your courage to look up to meet his eyes, not even having realized when you looked down “It's not really a big kind of de-”

“Answer me!” he was downright furious and once more you could never blame him for it because you knew you'd feel the exact same if you were in his place.

His voice raised, and while you didn't know what sounded more angry and scary this or him keeping a low voice, you couldn't help but flinching simply as a reflex. When you opened your eyes again you saw the regret instantly flash through his eyes and despite how mad he was for you to hide the truth, you could see that he didn't want to ever make you feel anything but comfortable around him. You would have told him that it was alright, that you would never be scared of him for real when you saw that he was ready to start apologizing profoundly, but instead you opted for something else entirely.

“A good few years.” you tried to look as determined as possible, but still holding a small smile; whether it was out of nervousness or the need to show him you were alright you didn't know yet “As in, a good few years even before I met you in person. I knew about the show a-and I knew about you, and that you were an actor before we met.”

“So when we met, you...” the frown on his face was deep as he looked down, his anger slowly but surely being replaced by sadness and disappointment and you actually wished for a second that he could stay mad at you instead of this; instead of the way his voice lowered “You lied to me? And you kept lying about it?”

“Jens-” you started, trying to swallow over the lump in your throat “I had no choice. I was a fan of the show for a good couple years, yes, and I don't think you'll be surprised at this point to know I might have also had a crush on you and Dean back then as well.” your breath came out shaky as you looked away “But then I met you... you were there, real, and it felt like I couldn't believe it. You took that as me not recognizing you and you- you relaxed right away and I-”

“You lied to me.” he emphasized, probably not even having heard your last sentence as he spoke over you, and again with very little anger and more pain “You lied, (Y/n), and then- and then you never told me the truth. We've been together for over a year now, we've known each other for over two years- Over two years you had every chance to tell me the truth, especially when we promised each other there would be no secrets between us and you- you kept the biggest and most important one from me! I can't believe this.” he shook his head, pacing in the room “You let me believe that lie for years, let out relationship be built on that. How could you? Why would you ever do something like this to me? Did you take pleasure in it at first or what? Was it some sort of game?”

“I-” you wrapped your arms around your middle and pressed your lips together, avoiding to let your eyes linger on him even for a couple extra seconds because of how much it hurt to see this kind of expression on his face; and you knew there were no excuses to undo it so you only said what you felt and had been feeling for so long.

“I only ever wanted you to be happy. I wanted you... us to feel like equals. You looked so relieved to see that I was so taken with you and not your job or your character that I didn't have the heart to ruin it to you. And I- I was selfish, yes, because I had never seen a man look at me like that, treat me so good, love me so much that I didn't want it to end. To feel real love for the first time in my life, I had to take that risk. And I'm sorry if I let you down when all I wanted was to give you my heart and soul. I guess I was right in my first thoughts during our first dates... I could never be good enough for you and here is the proof. I'm-” you looked down, fighting the tears “I'm sorry for everything, I'll just get all the boxes we've moved from your house the soonest possible. It's a good thing I haven't packed everyth-”

“What?” you could hear the gasp coming from his lips but didn't pay much attention to it mostly to not get your hopes up.

“Must've been a sign that there were no boxes huh? Well, I better start unpacking cause I've got-”

You started making your way to the door, you believed that there was no doubt that Jensen wouldn't even want to see you at the moment, but before you could even take another step out, you felt a hand on your arm pulling you back followed by a gruff “No”

“Jens” you whispered “I understand that this hurt you. There's not reason-”

“No reason for what?” his voice was more rough than before and you didn't dare look up at him yet “For you to move in with me? For us to be together? Is that what you want?”

“I don't want it. Of course not!” you shut your eyes tightly, just as his hand squeezed your arm “Gosh, I only want you but I- I ruined it all, Jens. And you can't forgive me, if I were you I wouldn't either. That kind of lie is- unforgivable, so you'd have every right to want to-”

“Don't-” he sounded like he almost choked on his tears and you couldn't help your eyes this time, they were drawn to him and it was then that you felt the gasp leave from your own lips; looking into his red-rimmed eyes and the heartbreak on his face was worse than when he realized the lie, something which was probably the least of his concerns at the moment and once you realized it you felt a hopeful skip in the beat in your heart “Don't you even dare say that. I-” he pursed his lips and groaned, closing his eyes for a second.

You reached out tentatively and cupped his cheek, unable to hold your smile when he melted in your touch and nuzzled his face in your palm; after only a second he leaned in and rested his forehead against yours “I'm angry. Gosh, I am so angry at both of us but it's only a mere fragment... it's nothing compared to the fear I feel of losing you. I should stay mad, hell, I am going to make you pay for that with lots of food and makeup sex but-” he managed a chuckle, an actual chuckle and you grinned “But I would be a hypocrite to stay mad at only you and, even worse, the world's biggest idiot if I were to let you go because of this. Lies be damned, the world be damned... I am not going to lose you. I never want to lose you. That scares the hell out of me, so... don't.”

“So that means... we're ok? Together I mean?” you asked slowly and hesitantly.

He took a deep breath in and looked you fully in the eyes “I would never dream of letting you go. Never over something like this.”

“And about... moving together?”

He nodded his head skeptically for a moment “Well that... that will depend.”

“On what?” you let a small smile form on your lips only because of the smirk he had on that you knew real well and yet made you wonder.

“Just how much smut have you read about me and my character and even more... how much have you written out of it?”

“Jensen!”

[smurphyse]

Hi! If you're still accepting Good Omens prompts, what about something with Ineffable Wives where Az's self-conscious about her body and Crowley's there to show her how much she loves it (sfw or nsfw up to you). Or the other way around, Az being abs fine with her body and Crowley being like "damn, she's pretty!" I love your fic on AO3 you write so beautifully!

Soft & Beautiful by dustylangdon on my AO3 (it would mean a lot if people could kudos and comment there too!)

Trigger Warnings: Smut, NSFW, Body Issues

Tags: Smut, NSFW, body worship? Kinda, Mirror Sex? Kinda

Hope you like it, Nonnie!!

It’s going to be a good night. Date night! It was Crowley’s favorite night of the week. Surely, they could make date night every night of the week, though according to Aziraphale it would be “overly indulgent and gluttonous.” A bit ironic, coming from her, but whatever, Crowley could pack a week of dates into one single Thursday. She loved the opportunity to dream up all those things for them to do anyways.

As per usual, Crowley had a box of chocolates in her right hand, and a bouquet of lilies in her left, both done up with red and black bows. Crowley knew Aziraphale wouldn’t mind if the sweets and flowers were absent each week, but she loved to see her wife’s face lit up as she unwrapped the bows; it sent her heart into absolute overdrive.

She had a delicious night planned; some sushi at Az’s favorite place, then the Botanical Gardens (a bit of hanky panky on the roof under the stars), then some cheesecake for dessert (which they’d saved from a lunch date yesterday), and Aziraphale for second dessert. A Perfect Night. She was practically skipping as she made her way to the bookshop, weaving in and out of the busy SoHo foot traffic, ignoring the many men and women staring at her.

If you asked Crowley how she thought she looked tonight, she would smile devilishly and tell you, “Absolutely ravishing, darling,” and she would be correct. Her long black skirt clung to her hips and fanned out fabulously as she rounded corners, burnt-orange crop top clinging in the places Aziraphale liked best. The way her Creepers sounded clomping along the sidewalk made her feel powerful and larger than life. It was a bit chilly for October, but she could always miracle up a cardigan if she got cold. She’d probably snuggle closer to Aziraphale instead of doing that, though, it seemed much more fun.

She pushed open the door to the shop with her hip, watching the flowers in her hand closely, willing them to stay perfect or Aziraphale. Your reward is seeing that smile on her face… and maybe I won’t toss you down the garbage disposal.

“Angel!” she called, looking through the stacks for Az. She rounded three or four bookcases before deciding she wasn’t down in the shop, “I brought chocolates!”

Receiving no response, Crowley made her way up the spiral staircase, wincing with anxiety each time it groaned under her weight. She supposed Aziraphale kept it together with pure will as well, the same way Crowley did gas in the Bentley.

She poked her head through the bathroom door, no Aziraphale. She looked through the library Aziraphale had upstairs (obnoxious, she knows, but where else would she keep her personal books?), no Aziraphale. She was about to bypass the bedroom completely and go back downstairs when she heard a groan coming from inside.

She rounded the corner quickly, thinking her angel could be injured, or worse, only to find Aziraphale inside. She stood in front of her dressing mirror, her soft curves clad only in underwear. The light blue lace wrapped itself softly around her hips and over her breasts, the delicate stitching standing brightly against her pale skin. Her usual light makeup was already applied, her white curls hung over her shoulders, the top half done up in a small bun (just as Crowley taught her how to do).

“Angel,” Crowley swallowed thickly, giving Az a megawatt smile when she turned to face her. She did not return Crowley’s smile, wringing her hands looking dejected.

“Hello, dear.” She turned back to the mirror, her eyes running down the length of her body critically, teeth buried deep in her bottom lip, worry etched across her soft and delicate features.

“I brought chocolates,” Crowley sing-songed, shaking the box for emphasis. Aziraphale just looked at her through her mirrored reflection, that same upset look flashed over her face once more. “You’re not ready yet, not that I mind. I love the underwear.” She gestured at Aziraphale’s breasts in the reflection, wiggling her fingers gaily. She dropped her hands when Aziraphale still didn’t smile, “What’s wrong, angel?”

Crowley set the box and flowers down on a nearby table, then walked up behind Aziraphale, wrapping her hands around her waist and placing a sweet kiss on her neck. Their eyes met in the mirror again, and Az gave her a small smile.

Crowley kissed her shoulder, trailing damp kisses up the side of her neck until she reached the back of her ear. “You don’t like chocolate anymore?” Crowley gave her hips a squeeze, expecting Aziraphale to giggle and lean further into her like she usually did, but she wriggled out of Crowley’s grasp instead.

“I hate it when you do that,” she groaned, her face flush with new anger as she pushed her wife away. Her lip trembled slightly, and she turned back to face the mirror again, hands coming to rest against her stomach. She trailed them slowly over her waist and then over her love handles, coming to a stop above her thigh. She sighed as she looked at herself, the angry blush across her cheeks turning dark red as Crowley’s heart broke apart in her chest.

“Angel,” Crowley whispered, hurt. She had been excited for tonight, and figured Aziraphale would be too, not upset about something like this, something that didn’t matter. “Talk to me.”

She wanted to reach out and grab Aziraphale, to hold her close and brush her fingers through her hair as she listened to her, but she kept her distance, waiting for her angel to come to her. She watched her face in the mirror, waiting for Aziraphale to smile at her like usual, but she rounded on her instead, hands on her hips as she faced her wife.

“Do you think I’m fat?”

Crowley’s eyes widened in shock, “What’s it matter that you’re fat?”

“So you do think I am fat?”

“Doesn’t matter what I think, angel, matters what you think. I like how you look no matter what. What’s it matter that you’re a big girl?”

She looked at Crowley, guilt flushing over her features over her outburst. She tucked a stray curl behind her hair, eyes moving to the floor. “Gabriel says I’m soft.”

“Well, fuck Gabriel.” Pause to backtrack, “Don’t, actually, fuck me instead,” Crowley shouts, shaking her head, “Who gives a shit about him or his opinions?”

“Well, you both agree that I’m fat.” Her arms crossed over her chest, her eyes wide as she looked at Crowley. God, she could be so dramatic.

“Fat, skinny, you’re my angel. I love you the way you are,” Crowley countered, crossing her own arms, daring defiance.

“You mean you love me in spite of how I look.”

“Mmm, not what I said. Stop being stupid.” Aziraphale’s mouth flew open in outrage, but Crowley cut her off with a wave of her hand, “You’re soft, so what? You’re fat, so what? Angel, I

love soft Aziraphale. I love fat Aziraphale. You know why?”

“Why?”

“Because I love Aziraphale. I love you, I love your hair, I love your books, I love you.” Crowley stepped forward until she was just in front of Aziraphale. “Plus, you’re so soft to touch, angel.”

Crowley reaches out a hand, lightly trailing a finger up her thigh, smiling softly as Aziraphale shivers. Az’s arms uncross, falling to her sides as she leaned into Crowley’s welcoming touch. Her wife’s fingers began rubbing light circles into her thigh as she breathed in her ear.

“Like a pillow, and the sounds you make when I touch you are so lovely.” Aziraphale felt Crowley’s smile against her cheek as she gasped at Crowley’s words. Crowley’s long, slender fingers smoothed a path up Aziraphale’s chest and neck, followed by Crowley’s warm kisses.

“Th-that’s not my poi-point, Crowley,” she stuttered, her eyes squeezing shut as she tried to keep her head straight. Her mind was getting hazy the more Crowley’s hands wandered around her waist and into the band of her underwear.

“What is your point, then?” Crowley murmured against Az’s neck as she sucked dark marks along the hollow of her throat. One of her hands reached down to rub Aziraphale through her lace -originally a surprise for her wife before she started looking too long in the mirror.

“I don’t like the way I look sometimes,” she groaned in frustration, her mind flashing once more the the way her love handles hung over her hips, the stretch marks along her belly and breasts clawing through her desire-fueled haze.

Aziraphale turned away from Crowley again to look in the mirror, and Crowley laced her hands around Az’s waist again anyway, looking at her body with love and reverie.

Crowley frowned as she saw Aziraphale’s look of shame, resting her head on her wife’s shoulder. Suddenly, she flashes Aziraphale a damnable smile full of lust and excitement, “Can I show you my favorite look on you?”

Aziraphale glowers at her, knowing her scheming face all too well. Crowley moves her head from her shoulder and kisses it. Her hands begin to wander once more, squeezing and grazing sensitive spots, one of them coming to a rest underneath her bra clasp, the other resting once more in her waistband.

“I, uh, I suppose,” Aziraphale breathes, her eyes fluttering shut as Crowley’s hand dips under her panties, middle finger stroking her lightly as she feels wetness growing. Crowley smiles against her shoulder as she applies more pressure, only slightly, just enough to dampen her fingertip as Aziraphale leans into her embrace.

Crowley kisses her shoulder again, nipping marks along her neck. Her tongue swiped after each bruise, easing some of the pain as Aziraphale began to squirm beneath Crowley’s touch. She wanted to squeeze her thighs together, to get some friction, but her standing position made it nearly impossible.

Without warning, Crowley’s other hand snaps the clasp of Az’s bra open, and she gasped loudly in shock, her eyes flying open to meet Crowley’s yellow ones. Crowley winked at her, chuckling against her wife’s shoulder as she slid the bra off and dropped it to the floor.

“I thought you were showing me your favorite outfit,” she growls, her brain upsettingly clear, the wonderful haze she had been in shattered, in a single instant.

“Oh, no, darling.” Crowley bites her shoulder softly, then kisses it away, “I’m going to show you my favorite look on you… my favorite face you make, my favorite view…” She looks back to the mirror lecherously, smiling as she hooks a finger around Az’s waistband, pulling her underwear down as she begins to protest.

“Oh, no no no, the bed is right over there! Less than five feet!” Az cries, stuttering protests as Crowley kneels to pull her underwear the rest of the way off.

“Do you trust me?” Crowley asks, nudging the panties over still complying Aziraphale’s feet. She kisses the inside of her knee, nuzzles her thigh as she looks up at the angel. Her big yellow eyes pleading with Aziraphale with unabashed love and faith, asking for the same in return.

“Of course I do,” she relents, watching nervously as Crowley moves to lean the dressing mirror down, so that it’s focus is Crowley on her knees.

Crowley moves back between Aziraphale’s legs, still on her knees, and kisses her way up her thighs, alternating little nips and licks along each of them as she nudges them apart with her hands. She looks up at Aziraphale before she continues, looking for permission. Aziraphale, teeth sunk deep into her bottom lip, nods, earning a hungry smile from the demon.

Aziraphale gasps loudly as Crowley leans forward and greedily delves her tongue into her, her hands flying to the ginger’s poofy curls. Crowley groans deeply as she tugs on her hair, the feeling of it vibrating through Az as she uses Crowley to hold herself up.

The warmth building in her blossoms white hot as Crowley’s tongue flicks and soothes along her clit, and a sob of content escapes her as Crowley begins to push two fingers in her, giving her no time to adjust to their pressure before she starts to pump them quickly.

“C-Crowley,” she whined. Her knees were beginning to tremble beneath her, and she was grateful that Crowley didn’t seem to mind her fisting her hair so tightly. It was the only thing holding her up as she shook and rocked against her fingers and tongue.

Crowley watched her hungrily as she consumed her, tongue hot and wet and pushing against her so quick and pointedly she felt tears begin to spring in her eyes as she neared her climax.

“Cro-,” Her wife’s fingers scissored and bent inside Aziraphale, brushing her and filling her with such pressure and ecstasy that she couldn’t even warn Crowley as she came, shaking and trembling as she cried out, clenching and squeezing her thighs as Crowley worked her over.

When she finished, Crowley used her free hand to ease Aziraphale’s fingers from her hair, wincing as her wedding ring snagged a stray hair. She sat back on the floor, leaning against the bedframe and spreading her legs apart, patting the insides of her thighs as she beckoned Aziraphale.

“Sit,” she commands, smiling and taking Aziraphale’s hand to help her down, legs still trembling. Crowley kissed her temple as she settled between her legs, pulling her close against her chest and smiling. The moment Aziraphale settled into her, Crowley’s hands began to wander again, one moving to cup her below, still shaking with sensitivity, the other brushing circles along her stomach.

“Now,” she whispers, her voice dripping like honey with lust and desire, “look at yourself. This is the view I get to see every time I go down on you. Isn’t it wonderful?”

Aziraphale followed her gaze to the mirror. From this angle, they both could see everything, and her heart skipped in her chest, fighting to break it’s way out and run down the stairs, out the bookshop, and away from her forever.

“I- I don’t know, Crowley,” she whispered. The light from the street poured through the half-shuttered blinds, blanketing the two of them in dusted lamplight. Their tangled bodies -Crowley’s still upsettingly clothed- pink and heaving as Crowley smiled at her, all of her.  She saw the way it highlighted every curve, every drop, every place that rolled together when she sat or stretched. She saw every pink line and dimple, every inch of cellulite put on full display and still Crowley looked. She didn’t look past, or ignore, she saw every roll, lump, dimple, and she smiled at all of it.

“It is.” she dips her fingers in, brushing the clit on her way out. Az gasps quietly at the touch. Crowley begins kissing behind her ear, her other hand reaching up to lightly rub her nipple. Az leans into her touch now as Crowley works her over, fingers setting another steady pace of rocking, slipping around her with ease, her love welcome and warm against the cool floor.

“You’re soft like velvet, and I can’t get enough of you. I love feeling your skin, love feeling you pressed against me. It’s intoxicating, the smell of vanilla and musk… I could spend all day underneath you, breathing in that smell, whether it be you riding my face… or napping, I’ll do it over and over again.”

Az’s eyes shut tightly as she comes, Crowley telling her how beautiful she is until she finishes, shuddering and moaning softly as Crowley only slows her torturous rubbing on Az’s clit slightly. The heat in her cheeks was unbearable, and she could feel Crowley sweating behind her, her shoulder damp as Aziraphale rolled her head back onto it.

“Look how cute you are,” Crowley whispers, her finger moving so slightly, Az’s legs twitching in sensitivity. Crowley kisses her again, and Az shivers as Crowley’s pace begins to quicken again. “Especially like this… cheeks red, eyes blown with lust, legs apart just for me. An absolute moaning mess as you quiver under my touch. It’s breathtaking.”

Crowley moves one of her hands to hold Az’s hips down, squeezing one of her love handle softly. Az cringes, but Crowley holds her still, her fingers unrelenting as Aziraphale tries to hold onto any piece of sanity still bouncing around in her brain.

“You know how I feel about that…”

“You’re soft and beautiful, angel.” her hand squeezes again, moving across Az’s stomach and thighs, putting pressure, Crowley’s other hand slowing on her clit slow in antagonization. “Trust me and look at how soft and beautiful you are.”

“Crowley, please…” Aziraphale panted, squeezing her legs together tightly, groaning at the loss of pace. She ached for friction, for another release, just one more.

“You want something, darling?”

“Please make me come again,” she begged, on of her hands snaking up behind her to grip Crowley’s hair tightly, a shock rolling through her as Crowley groaned in her ear, “Please!”

“You have to say it, and I will. I might even make you come a fourth time.” The thought made her head swim, and she moaned in frustration as she tried to form words.

Az nuzzles her face into Crowley’s neck, her legs tightening again around Crowley’s softly moving hand, a pathetic, carnal attempt to finish what had been started. “Say it, darling. ‘I’m soft and I’m beautiful,’ say it and I’ll make you come.”

When Az doesn’t answer, she lightly grabs her chin and makes her look toward the mirror. “I love looking at you like this, darling. You’re absolutely divine. The way you bite your lip is so god damned sexy it makes me want to come just from giving you pleasure.” Az moans loudly at the thought, feeling Crowley grind against her back, wetness pooling underneath her skirts. “Please let me hear you.”

Unsure, her voice a bit quiet, “I’m sssoft,” she whispers mouth agape as Crowley picks up her pace, “and beautiful.”

A smile spreads across her face as Crowley’s hand adds more pressure, her stomach turning in anticipation. Crowley groaned in her ear as she wriggled in her grasp, hooking her ankles around Aziraphale’s to stop her moving as much.

“I’m soft and beautiful,” she groaned, louder this time, living for the attention and joy she felt as she watched herself writhe and be held open by her wife, Crowley’s look of pure bliss shook her to her core. She believed it, she knew.

“Again,”

“I’m soft and beautiful,” she moaned as Crowley’s eyes caught hers in the mirror. She smiled wolfishly at her, a curl stuck to her forehead with sweat as she whispered ‘again, again, again,’ in Aziraphale’s ear. Then, she caught her own eyes in the mirror and smiled as she declared loudly, “I’m soft and beautiful,”

“Good girl, angel, again,” Crowley grinds against Az’s back for any friction or relief, her knees tightening around Aziraphale as she moans into her ear, her orgasm shuddering through her in waves as she listens to Aziraphale praise herself.

“I’m, I’m soft an-” her orgasm over takes her. Crowley rides her through it, hands roaming and rubbing as she goes, the hot dampness coating her hands as she shakes against Aziraphale, holding her tight as they both ride out their climaxes on the floor of the bedroom, the mirror forgotten as they clung to one another.

“And beautiful,” Crowley finishes, her arms clamped vice-like around Az’s body, her ankles still holding her down against the floor.

After a while, breathing through their fatigue, she loosened her grip, unhooking her ankles from Aziraphale’s, placing a kiss to her temple. Aziraphale collapses in her arms, head lolled over Crowley’s shoulder, panting heavily. Slowly, she turns to face Crowley on her stomach, groaning as she brushed against her sensitivity, “How’s this view?”

Crowley looks over her shoulder to look at her ass, and Az gave it a small wiggle. Smiling ear to ear, Crowley whispered, “Breathtaking, angel, an absolute godsend.” Her forehead shone with sweat, yellow eyes heavy with exhaustion as she held Aziraphale.

Grinning, Az runs a hand up Crowley’s skirts, pushing them above her knees. Crowley’s brow furrows in confusion, “What are you doing?”

“You told me to fuck you. Earlier, remember? It’s payback.”

Crowley rolled her head back and let out a heavy laugh, “I love you, angel.”

“I love you, my dear.”

***I really hope you guys like this. I had a really good time fantasizing about this and then writing it. Idk where the mirror part came from, but it really struck home with me? I’m by no means a big person (I’m actually underweight due to a debilitating illness, whoo, and it bothers me how my body looks sometimes, so undernourished and sick looking), I used to have really bad body issues (anorexia and bulimia) and though now I am 100% confident with how I look I know not everyone is and I still have fleeting moments of doubt with my sexual attractiveness. I actually laid down in front of my floor length mirror and tried to imagine this scene/sexual situation with another person. By myself, it would be unbelievably daunting to do anything like masturbate and do it. It terrified me to think about!! But then I imagined someone like Crowley, who would love me unconditionally and wholly and never judge me, goading me to accept and love my body and self, to see myself as sexy and attractive as my partner would, and the end part of the scene (“I’m soft and beautiful”) just exploded into my mind at breakneck speed.

I really hope you liked it, Nonnie. I hope it was okay, and that I didn’t accidentally offend any big girls by it? I was trying to write it like if I my partner was chubby or big, and I tried to worship her through Aziraphale. Please comment and kudos if you liked it, it would mean a lot to me.

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Glass Watches and Galas (John Kennex x Reader)

For @thefanficfaerie‘s Fairytale Challenge!

Pairing: John Kennex/Reader

Summary: All John wants is to crash one little possible InSyndicate party. With a little help from Dorian and Rudy, he’s able to make it to the gala, but a more-than-charming woman and a case of mistaken identity might make midnight a little less than pleasant.

Warnings: Language, canon-typical violence, mentions of trauma, implication of PTSD attack

A/N: Enjoy!

Once upon a time, a police detective by the name of John Kennex would’ve really rather been anywhere else.

“The reports are part of the calls, too, Kennex,” Paul frowned at the large pile of unfilled data chips on the detective’s desk.

“We all have reports,” Kennex shot back. “I’ll do mine if you do yours. Deal?” The other detective recoiled with a huff at his colleague’s sharpness. Fine then. If Kennex wanted to be sharp, then Paul could be sharp, too.

“Still looking into Moore’s disappearance?”

A huff of distaste puffed out of the detective’s mouth, “Does it really matter that much to you?”

“It just looks real shady looking into the ambush that you were the only one who escaped alive from. That’s all.”

Darkness clouded over the sitting man’s hazel eyes, “Thanks for the reminder.”

Paul frowned to one side and plopped a stack of new files on Kennex’s desk, “Well, these actual important things need to be filled out, and they’re yours. Try to get them done before Maldonado gets on both of our asses?”

Kennex tried not to burn a hole in the other man’s back as he walked away, but the words were stinging too hard on him.

What was he supposed to do? Walk away from what had happened like nothing?

Act like it wasn’t now his responsibility to fix things?

Act like Martin had meant nothing to him?

Act like he wasn’t hurt by….

He hesitated, trying not to let the thought cross his mind. No, it was best not to think about her in relation to what happened.

“John? A word, please?” Maldonado’s voice shook him from his thoughts, and he held back a grimace as he stood and crossed the threshold to Maldonado’s office. This was not going to be pretty.

“If you want to tell me to apologize, I’m not going to, it’s his fault,” Kennex crossed his arms, watching Maldonado as she shut the door behind him.

“That’s not what this is about, though I suppose it would be nice if you stopped picking fights with the other detectives.”

Kennex’s brow furrowed, and he followed her with his eyes as she made her way back to the other side of her desk.

“I know you’ve been looking into the whereabouts of the InSyndicate.”

John’s shoulders tensed. His jaw fell open as he began to explain himself, but Maldonado held up her hand.

“I didn’t really expect anything else, given what happened. I’m not mad, and I’m not putting it on your record. What I do want is to keep you informed.”

Maldonado pulled up a series of holofiles that stole Kennex’s interest away. The logo, a hotel, a man he didn’t recognize...what did she know that he didn’t?

“Tobias Tate is a business mogul with ties to lots of the biggest tech companies in the city. He also happens to have been spotted with more than a few Syndicate POIs in the last few months, and now he’s hosting a gala for all the most reputable tech distributors in the city tomorrow night. We don’t think it’s a coincidence.”

“Great,” Kennex squared his shoulders. “What do you want me to do?”

A look of consternation crossed Maldonado’s face.

“What?”

“John...you know I’m just as upset about the ambush and InSyndicate’s actions as you are.”

Kennex felt a pit in his stomach, suddenly not really liking where this was going.

“But…” he trailed off.

“It’s too close for you, John,” Maldonado said seriously. “I’m sorry. Even if you didn’t have so much other work to do, it’s too personal. I can’t send you in. It would be too easy for you to be compromised.”

Kennex’s jaw ticked, “I can handle it. If you let me and Dorian go in, we could take care of it.”

“I can’t be sure about that,” Maldonado sighed. “John, you’re one of my best detectives, but you’re not exactly known for subtlety. Or control when it comes to the Syndicate. I can’t afford losing my best detective and the upper hand to them.”

With a sharp inhale and flared nostrils, Kennex balled his fists, trying to contain his anger and disappointment. If anyone should’ve been at that gala, it was him. He needed closure. Desperately.

“...I understand, Captain,” he said, voice even and short, and he turned hard on his heel and left the office, unaware of Dorian’s eyes on him as he plopped back down at his desk and buried his nose in his reports, steam practically pouring out of his ears.

-

“I got maintenance last week, Dorian,” Kennex grumbled as the DRN model walked him to the tech lab. “I don’t need Rudy looking at my damn leg again. It’s fine. I’m fine. Everything’s fine.”

“You don’t sound fine, though,” Dorian noted. “I saw your stress levels spiked after talking to the captain yesterday, so I listened to the audio from her office security to find out what the problem was.”

Kennex whipped his head towards Dorian, “You-- wait, you what? That’s eavesdropping! And you don’t need to scan my stress levels! My stress levels are perfectly normal!”

Dorian shot Kennex an unfortunately familiar look of judgement and disapproval. Kennex merely sighed gruffly and continued following.

“Alright, alright, what are you doing?”

Kennex had to school his disbelief and confusion into just his eyebrows at the sight of a well-tailored black suit on a mannequin, paired with a dusty blue tie and an elaborate silver mask with subtle blue details.

“...I’m not putting on that suit.”

“It’s a masquerade gala,” Rudy insisted. “If you want to go and blend in and get the intel on the Syndicate that you want, you gotta look the part.”

Kennex huffed; he wasn’t really a fan of fancy suits and stuffed shirts, but if it would give him his chance to investigate, he supposed playing along couldn’t be terrible. He disappeared into one of the nearby locker rooms to change, and once he decided he looked spiffy and well-coiffed enough, he went back into the lab, watching Rudy calibrate an interesting-looking watch, one that looked nearly made of glass.

“Let me guess, to help me blend in with the idle rich?” Kennex asked, voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Aesthetically, yes,” Rudy explained. “This watch has a log, a recording device, and a direct line to Dorian if you get in any trouble. I’ve synched it to your fingerprint; you’re the only one who can unlock all the higher features, since no one will be expecting you there, no one will be thinking to replicate it ahead of time.”

Kennex nodded in approval as he clicked the watch onto his wrist.

“Great. Do I get a pumpkin coach, too?”

Dorian looked a little too smug, “Nope. But I do finally get to drive the car.”

-

“This feels wrong.”

“Of course it’s wrong,” Dorian said from the driver’s seat, “that’s why we’re here.”

Kennex wanted to remind Dorian that he was going to be back in the driver’s seat by tomorrow, but he held his tongue.

“Rudy’s caught some kind of weapons signatures moving in...you have to try and figure out what the deal is by midnight. Once midnight hits, alert me with the watch, and I’ll call in backup or help extract you from there.”

“Alright,” Kennex nodded. A pause… “Hey...you guys could totally get fired for helping me do this, so...thanks.”

Dorian smiled just a little.

“You’re welcome. Now...good luck.”

John nodded to his partner and slid the mask over his face, getting out of the car and measuring his movements to blend in. Casual...relaxed...even a little confident. He strode up to the door, quickly realizing he seemed to be the last one to arrive.

“Invitation?” the doorman asked.

“It’s...excuse me, one moment,” Kennex felt a swell of panic in his chest. Was he supposed to have an invitation? He patted around his jacket, and he disguised his sigh of relief at the invitation in his inner pocket as an exhale. “Here.”

The doorman examined the document, and with a nod of approval, let Kennex in.

Great, he thought. Where to start?

As Kennex scanned the ballroom with his eyes, he couldn’t help noticing a man who looked remarkably like the Tobias Tate shown to him by Maldonado...with a companion.

-

You were getting rather bored of entertaining Mr. Tate. He was a charming host, that much was certain, but you had some bigger fish to fry and other things to worry about.

Silver mask, blue tie, you reminded yourself. Silver mask, blue tie...that’s the saboteur.

Your eyes swept the ballroom one more time, pretending to laugh at something Mr. Tate had said, when your glance finally fell on a latecomer, striding into the ballroom in-- what else?-- a dusty blue tie and a silver mask.

“Will you excuse me for a moment?” you smiled sweetly at Mr. Tate.

“Eager to leave before the grand announcement?” he feigned disappointment, but you kept up your playful facade.

“Oh, don’t think me such a lightweight, Mr. Tate,” you giggled. “I just need some fresh air.”

You unwound yourself from his arm and headed to the stairs, careful not to get too ahead of yourself or your wide skirt. Your eyes flitted back to your target-- he was still watching you. As he came closer, you feigned a stumble.

“Are you alright?” he asked, steadying you as you moved to the ground floor.

“Oh, yes, I’m just fine,” you said, laughing off your feigned faux pas. “Even the best pair of heels can be so uncooperative.” You fluffed your gilded white skirt in lieu of exposing your footwear.

“I can’t relate, but you have my sympathy.”

When the song, changed, you offered him your hand.

“Think I could thank you with a dance?”

You felt a little flustered by the intent, hazel gaze under the mask, but steeled yourself under a charming smile.

He took your arm with a disarming smile of his own, “I think that should suffice.”

-

Kennex had to admit, you were making a very good distraction. Though, were you in on the scheme? He supposed it was better to be safe than sorry, holding your waist in one hand and your hand in the other. If he thought about it long enough, you fit against him rather well.

“So Mr. Tate seems like he likes you quite a bit,” he began, trying to open a conversation to see what you might know.

“Yes,” you smiled, “I’ve been told I’m quite charming. Though I think you could give me a run for my money, that was quite the smooth save back there. Most people here might’ve just let me fall.”

“You? How rude.”

You shrugged a little, “Well, I’m not exactly important. Believe it or not, this is my first rodeo. I’m not very into the party circuit. I like to be behind the scenes.”

Kennex cursed your ruby-crusted mask for concealing your face. You would be much easier to read if he could see your cheekbones.

Undeterred, he continued on, “What kind of behind the scenes?”

“Well, I’m not exactly a billionaire. But I’d certainly say my services are invaluable, anyway.”

Kennex was caught a little off-guard when you moved your hand away from his shoulder to curve around his tie, “But I want to know about you. What brings you by? Just another stuffed shirt? You don’t act like it.”

He chuckled and took your hand, “Guilty as charged. I’m like you, I guess. Behind the scenes.”

Kennex was suddenly very unnerved by the way your eyes iced over behind your mask.

“It’s nice to find a kindred spirit,” your eyes flickered to his watch, and his stomach dropped at the time. 11:59...had it really been fifteen minutes? It was too close to the endgame.

Your voice jolted him from his thoughts, eyes tracing over the handiwork of the glassy, intricate piece, “That’s a lovely watch. Very interesting. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

A beat.

“...Thank you. It was a gift. I...I think I should move along...wouldn’t want to ignore the host, I should look for Mr. Tate…”

Too close. He was coming too close to being made. How had you made him? Had you made him?

“Getting shy on me?” you grabbed his wrist, fingers clasping around the edges of the watch, and you looked him dead in the eyes as you hissed under your breath, “What the fuck are you planning to do to these people?”

Several explosions suddenly shook the room, jolting the two of you apart.

-

Kennex felt his heart rate spike, and he took a moment to shake himself away from an ambush a year and a half ago.

Midnight, Kennex realized with worry. He felt down around his wrist, suddenly feeling a well of panic when he realized Rudy’s watch was missing. He stood and began whirling around, trying to find where it could have fallen off in the excitement.

He almost felt lucky to catch a glimpse of you dashing off up the stairs again-- were you wearing combat boots? Kennex saw you turn and look over the chaos, messing frantically with the watch and looking around with frantic confusion when nothing happened.

“Dammit,” he grumbled under his breath. So help wasn’t going to be coming, not as long as you had his watch. Kennex turned his attention to the masked attackers, dressed in finery and shooting down at the fleeing partygoers. He practically jumped up the opposite set of stairs, slamming the face of one into the balcony railing and running towards another, only to be nailed down by a man in a silver mask and dusty blue tie. His assailant shoved the mask up off of Kennex’s face, and an evil grin developed.

“Detective John Kennex,” he smirked, stomping Kennex’s lights out.

He was beginning to understand why you were suddenly so hostile.

-

Access denied. Access denied. Access denied.

“Dammit,” you grumbled under your breath, scrambling up the stairs with the watch. Why were none of the attacks stopping? “Open up!”

Access only authorized to Detective John R. Kennex.

“Detective?” you muttered under your breath.

Wheels began turning in your head as you watched the man you’d nicked the watch from run up the stairs and attack one of the assailants before being tackled by another man in silver and blue.

“Oh...shit….”

You tore away the overlay of your skirt and pressed the button hidden in the embroidery of your bodice, protective sleeves sliding out from the caps. You pocketed the watch in one of your pants pockets and broke off into a run.

You didn’t know who this Detective Kennex was or what he was doing here, but it seemed better to have one kind-of competent ally around in this firefight than none at all.

Running up to the rooftop from the stairs, though, you encountered a bit of a problem.

-

“Are you serious?” Kennex grumbled, not really a fan of this whole damsel-in-distressing. He tugged his wrists hard against the pole, deciding he hadn’t held his wrists tight enough when he got tied down to slip out now.

“I’m always serious about not getting my ass blown to hell by the FBI,” his assailant said. “Now, I’m gonna leave you here for our fair-weather friend to find, and I’m gonna-”

“Freeze, FBI!”

Both Kennex and his attacker snapped their heads to look at you, gun pointed, mask still on, and clearly trying to make sense of the situation. If Kennex knew how to alert you to the danger, he would, but he felt vastly unlucky that your apparent actual target also seemed to be a dark-haired male.

“Thank god,” the impostor said with a sigh of relief. “Glad you made it out okay.”

“Are you kidding me?!” Kennex barked, “Don’t listen to him!”

A hint of hesitation in your eyes. Your gaze flickered between the two men, not sure what to do or who to trust.

“...Unlock the watch, then.”

This seemed to take both men by surprise.

“Pardon me?” The standing man chuckled. “What watch?”

“The watch,” you kept your gun up with one hand and used the other to dig into your pants pocket and pull out the glassy watch, clasp broken but otherwise intact. “The one that broke in the explosion. I found it on the ground. I’m very sure I remember you wearing it.”

If Kennex had his mask off and was standing, you might have noticed him grin. The other man, meanwhile, froze at your challenge.

“I...of course.”

He took cautious steps forward, and you kept as tight a grip you could on the watch as he pressed his thumb to the face.

Access denied.

The man went to strike you, but you blocked his arm, stomped the inside of his knee, and struck him hard across the face, knocking him to the ground and turning him flat on his back.

“You’re under arrest for association with the criminal organization InSyndicate and organizing and partaking in a violent attack on a private event on private premises.”

Kennex fidgeted as you read the man his rights and picked up the watch from where it had been knocked to the ground. You approached Kennex and cut one of his wrists free.

“I’m guessing this is yours, but it’s really better to be safe than sorry,” you said, smiling a little. He chuckled under his breath and pressed his thumb to the face of the watch, smiling as it lit up with commands and buttons.

Hello, John Reginald Kennex, the screen read, and Kennex huffed at the name as you suppressed a laugh. Calling Dorian.

“John!” The DRN’s face appeared on the screen, “Are you alright? You didn’t call at midnight. Did something happen?”

“Got a little caught up, Dorian,” Kennex said. “We...might have a little to talk about to the FBI, but that’s fine. I’m alright. Is everyone okay from the gala?”

“Minimal casualties, Maldonado sent in Paul. He alerted the proper authorities, they’re getting treatment.”

Kennex scoffed, “Ugh, I can’t believe she sent him of all...fine, great. Okay. Get somewhere they won’t recognize you, I’ll find your coordinates.”

When Kennex closed the call, he took his mask off. You decided he was pleasant-looking.

“Sorry if I kind of derailed your entire operation,” he said. “I...InSyndicate is kind of personal for me. My captain didn’t want me coming, but I...I couldn’t leave it alone.”

“Me too,” your lips pulled into a soft smile, “not the unsanctioned investigation thing, the personal part. I’m sorry I thought you were with them. Y/N Y/L/N, FBI Cyber Crimes unit.”

“John Kennex,” he grinned back. “I work in Investigations in the Delta section, near my place in District 07.”

“Funny,” you pushed your mask up onto your forehead and chewed at your lip, “I...also live in District 07.”

Kennex had to fight a boyish grin off his face. Smart and badass and beautiful…. He understood where you got that ‘charming’ line from.

“Well, that’s a real funny coincidence. Might have more in common with you than I expected.”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “So...I guess you did kind of get in the way of an official FBI investigation. But it wasn’t actually your fault that you dressed like the perp, so I’ll just let you off with a strong warning.”

“Thanks, Agent,” Kennex smirked. “I’m...assuming Agent. It is Agent, isn’t it?”

“Sure,” you laughed. “Agent.” You scribbled something down on a notepad from your pocket and tore the paper for him. “If you need anything...or want anything...give me a call.”

Kennex had to smile down at the phone number written under the name Agent.

This debacle of a stakeout was turning into what seemed to be able to lead to a happily ever after….

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[daehweeb]

Watch Out

hello! so this was my first request and i hope that it’s a blast to read. i can’t think of story titles either so here you go, have fun reading mates. also note that i make it seem as if got7 is mean in this but i truly do love them and i think they’d probably be the sweetest guys in the world, i’m just trying to fit what the request said.

plot: the reader is in an acapella group and after their messy first performance, they get trashed talked by their opponent, GOT7. they work hard to prove themselves, what will the outcome be?

reader x got7 (light mentions of a love story with jinyoung)

October 19

It was one day before the world renown Korean Pop Acapella Festival and the ___ (fill in your group name) had been invited to perform! You were more than ecstatic when one of your fellow group mates had broken the news to you and ever since, the six of you had been practicing your butts off. From perfecting vocalization and harmonization to the whole visual performance itself, you had put your whole hearts into it, especially after you discovered that you would be going against GOT7 another well known and very talented acapella group. You actually looked up to them, Jinyoung being the one the inspired you in the first place to start doing this type of thing on a big scale.

After practicing for another few hours, the clock had hit 10PM and it was decided that that was enough. As you parted ways to your rooms, you couldn’t help but be feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. The competition would come in a wave of two rounds: the first one would determine who makes it to the final round, the final one being broadcasted on national television. You had quickly settled down at midnight, smiling as you got into the bed, and fell asleep. Or attempted to fall asleep that is. Turns out you actually tossed and turned for a span of seven hours and when you woke up you felt like a walking zombie.

October 20, Performance Day 1

You trudged yourself around the house, watching your members function like regular human beings as you grabbed anything out to the fridge to consume, hoping it would wake you up. “Hey, good morning Y/N!” Heejin said to you as she sipped from her mug. “Hey, morning” you attempted to say as happily as you could. “Looks like someone didn’t get sleep?” she placed her face in her hands as she looked at you. “Nope, I’m so sorry. I was hoping you that none of you would be able to tell but I guess the eye bags and levels on enthusiasm are really giving away my real state” Heejin laughed, “It’s fine I’m more than sure that you will be much more alive later when we perform! Now, c’mon let’s get ready we have to be out of here at 2PM” She grabbed your hand dragging you to where the other members were already doing their makeup. “But it’s only 7:30AM” you whined. “Yes you’re right but you know Suzy, she takes fifty years to apply just her eyeshadow” You couldn’t help but laugh and you sat down next to Heejin, applying a light layer of makeup. Nothing too intense, your performance today was going to be Shine by PENTAGON so after finishing hair and makeup you slipped on an outfit, mirroring PENTAGON’s look in a more feminine way. As you waited for Suzy, Heejin, Iris, Yuna, and Rena to finish up their looks, you used your phone, singing and practicing your parts. The five finally finished at around noon, what took them so long who knew, but the six of you piled into your car and drove to the venue.

“I am so excited!” Suzy exclaimed from the back seats. ‘I can’t believe that we’re really able to showcase our talents tonight in front of a crowd that actually has our fans.” Iris and Yuna agreed, adding their own comments”Going against GOT7 too? That’s something else don’t you think?” Rena asked. “I think that’s probably the only thing that intimidates me,” you said.”But I’m sure we’re all going to do great tonight!” you reassured and the girls agreed with you, all cheering. After 45 minutes, you finally arrived at the performance center and when you walked in you couldn't help but gasp. It was huge, a grand stage and there were various levels of seats where people would be sitting, watching and cheering for you after you pulled off an amazing performance. It was now only 1PM and rehearsals would start at 1:15PM. ____ (your group name) would be one of the last ones practicing and as the other groups practiced, you zoned out. Maybe you were daydreaming of Jinyoung, just maybe but you were cut off from your thoughts when your group name was called. You ,Suzy, Heejin, Iris, Yuna, and Rena all got into formation as Shine started to play through the speakers. The following three minutes and nineteen seconds went perfectly, no voice cracks, formation and the performance was better than stellar. As the six of you went back behind stage, GOT7 was practicing but you were too busy talking about how great the performance was with Heejin that you didn’t notice. “That was perfect, oh my gosh!” you squealed. “I know! Tonight? We are gonna leave everyone speechless” Heejin said confidently, holding her hand up for a hi-five.You both smiled as you relaxed into your seats, waiting for the show to actually start.

Though the show started at 4PM and there were eighteen different performances, your group being second to last, time had flown by and the next thing being announced was “Welcome to the stage, the ____ (your group name)!!” Deep breaths sounded around you as you and your members walked onto stage. Formation? Set. Were you ready? Yeah! The piano sounds from Shine started to play and the six voices sang together, it sounded beautiful. Everything was going well up until almost the end of the song. You were hitting a high note as the other girls harmonized but out of nowhere, Yuna bumped into you and your high note faltered. You could see the shock on your members faces and also the crowd as you messing up shocked your members so much that they just ceased to sing the rest of the song. The last few seconds were messy and when the six of you posed at the end, you all forced a smile onto your faces, trying to mask the embarrassment. Rushing off the stage, you could not believe what just happened. “Y/N! Y/N! I’m really so sorry, I don’t know what happened or how I got so close to you I bumped into you and I-” she babbled. “Yuna! It’s fine” you sighed out. The girls crowded around, you had worked so hard for this but you knew Yuna didn’t do it on purpose so what could you do? It had already passed.  “I mean, we could still make it to the next round you guys! Don’t get so down, everything else was so good” Suzy tried to lighten the mood. “Yup, exactly and maybe we could play it off as part of our performance” Iris added. “Yeah maybe..” you said.

There was an intermission before the final performance, the one everyone, even you, had been waiting for. It was GOT7! The rest of your members had dispersed going to the bathroom and such and as you waited around for them to come back, GOT7 was right next to you discussing something. You’re no eavesdropper but you just had to listen when you heard your group name slip past their lips. “Haha you’re right JB, the ____ (your group name)? Their performance has to be one of the worst ones I’ve ever seen!” Mark said and laughed, the other members nodding in agreement. “They really couldn’t do zilch, how did they even make it here in the first place?” Bambam added. “And don’t even get me started on that girl who couldn’t hit the high note” Youngjae said. You expected another roar of laughter and agreement from the members but to your surprise it was silent after that comment. You looked at them, bewildered as to why the slander stopped but you saw that they had their heads turned toward a figure, that figure being Heejin, looking at the seven with so much anger in her eyes. “Hey! How about you keep my group name out of your mouth? And you,” she approached Youngjae leaving almost no space between them, “The girl who couldn’t hit a high note? Refrain from talking about her too. Y/N? She and all of us worked just as hard as you to get here. Watch out when we wake it to the next round and win first place and you don’t.” she spat. The boys were left dumbfounded as she walked away. It was then that they realized that they were really trash talking you, and you were right next to them. You had never seen a group of people walk in the other direction so fast after you made eye contact with them. One though, stayed behind. “Um.. Y/N right? I’m so sorry that you had to hear that” you realized then that it was Jinyoung speaking to you. “Don’t be sorry if you were laughing too” you said. “No I swear I didn’t! I actually keep up your group and find you amazing Y/N.” He rested his hands on your shoulders trying to prove his sincerity. “Oh. Thanks, I guess” you replied, not truly believing him. “I feel like you’re going to make it to the next round, don’t stress out about it okay?” he smiled, his eyes crinkling up and maybe you went a little soft for him. “Thanks, but go perform, GOT7 was just called. Good luck as well” He separated his hands from your body and parted to the stage, saying a quick thanks. They had ended up performing an acapella version of You Are and to no surprise, it was great.

It was finally time for the award ceremony and really, you wanted to go home. You wanted to never walk onto that stage again but of course, the members pushed you on with them. You just happened to hide behind all of them. “Today we had such amazing acts, can we have another round of applause for them all?” the MC said into the microphone, followed by a wave of claps and screams cheering on specific groups. “Eighteen groups, but only four will make it into the final round. Who will it be? Let us see!” he switched the card that he was reading from to a new one and continued. “I will start off with announcing second and third place, first place, then fourth place” The groups around me had started holding hands at this point. “Second place goes to!” At this point, everything seemed to be magnified for you and Heejin was tightly gripping your hand. Second place didn’t go to your group, neither did third, and first went to GOT7. You had never heard cheers so loud before until that moment. The seven guys held the trophy smiling as the crowd continued to yell and clap for them. “But wait! We still have yet to announce fourth place” the MC practically yelled into the mic. “Fourth place goes to… ___ (your group name)!!” He pointed at the six of you, shock being the only expression on your faces as you were handed a small trophy. The crowd clapped for you and as Iris held the small trophy up with so much joy, you smiled and cheered as well. “Thank you for coming to our show tonight and catch the winners at nationals on November 4th. Good night!” Everyone shuffled off the stage and you all screamed out of joy when you were out of sight from the crowd. “See Y/N! I told you we could do it, our performance was great!” Suzy engulfed you in a hug, the other girls following. “Well, well. I guess you guys really did make it to the next round. Probably out of pity though” Mark said to us, pouting fakely. “How about you just worry about your own group? You already won first place, feel free to leave us alone” Heejin said back to him. “Hm, will do up until November 4th” he snickered and six of them walked away. Once again, Jinyoung stayed behind. “Hey Y/N. Good job tonight. I’m looking forward to seeing you guys perform again next month” he gave a small smile and before you could reply, he was off. “Looks like someone has a crush of Miss Y/N” Iris singsonged and as pink dusted your cheeks, the other members laughed at you and you left the venue.

“So now that we made it to the next round, what are we gonna do to one up these GOT7 boys?” Heejin asked as you all sat around the house. Millions of ideas were passed around. Iris suggested adding confetti, Yuna saying that playing with fire during the performance would be a show stopper but that idea was quickly shut down. It seemed like you were all getting nowhere but then Rena spoke. “How about we one up GOT7 by performing one of their songs? But we do it better than them”. The thought was pondered on for mere seconds before the six voices said that that was a great idea all in unison. “It’s obvious that they are going to perform Lullaby, I mean it’s their latest song”. Small “mhm’s” and nods resonated throughout the room. “We can’t copy them but each of us can sing in a different language, no? How about we sing Lullaby but we mash it up! English, Korean, Spanish, and Chinese. It’ll show we can appeal to a larger mass” The six of you agreed in unison and from that point on, the next fifteen days were spent doing nonstop practices. Arranging lyrics, the vocalizing, and performance were worked on to the very last detail and you guys even practiced out the worst scenarios and how you would recover from it on stage. You have never felt so prepared in your life and very quickly, the finals arrived.

November 4, The Finals

Hair, makeup, and rehearsals were done by now since it was 3:45PM. You, Suzy, Heejin, Iris, Yuna, and Rena had chosen pastel dresses to wear for the show and honestly, you felt like you were going to steal the show tonight. This time around, the six of you watched attentively as twenty groups performed. You were all trying to look at how to utilize the stage and all before you would have to perform. After the first eighteen had sang their songs, it was finally your turn. You all were ready to walk onto the stage after your group name was called but of course, Mark was there to mockingly cheer you on. “Hey Yuna! This time around maybe don’t throw yourself at Y/N!” She flipped him off before she followed us onto the stage and Lullaby started to play throughout the arena. Genuine smiles graced your faces from start to end, the transitions from one language to the next were so smooth as well as the performance there were no unplanned events this time around. The crowd cheered so loud when the song finished, you could’ve sworn you went deaf and as you all exited the stage and passed GOT7 you took in their expression of shock. It was then finally their turn to go and as Rena predicted, they performed Lullaby. Not nearly on your group’s level but they still got cheers. Finally, it was the moment that really mattered. Who won first place? “Y/N. We did amazing today. I just want to emphasize that” Heejin squeezed your shoulders before she led you and the others onto the stage. The ____ (your group name) were placed right next to GOT7 and shortly after, a female MC walked onto the stage. “Today, our eyes and ears were blessed by these amazing vocal performances. Thank you to the twenty acapella groups on stage right now for working so hard up until this date. Congratulations to all of them!” she said with and claps sounded around the arena. “However as we all know, I am here to announce to you the winners”. There was a thick layer of tension that could be felt at that very moment. “Third place goes to The Starry Night!” (don’t judge the name i am depleted of creativity). They female group was handed a trophy and they smiled as people in the crowd cheered them on. “Second place goes to GOT7!” The crowd gave them the same treatment and as they held their trophy and got their photo taken, you could hear your heart beating so loud, it was in your head now. “And first place goes to a truly amazing act tonight, one that we haven’t ever seen before. Their performance was on another level! Congratulations to the ____ (your group name)!” Screams sounded throughout the enclosed space and as your group basked in the spotlight, the trophy was placed in your hands. A microphone was passed to the six of you and Rena spoke a short and sweet message into the mic, “Thank you so much to all of you who enjoyed our performance and cheered us on! It really means the world to us and we hope that we can do this again for all of you soon!” There was another round of applause and the night ended with the MC thanking everyone for coming out. Behind the stage, GOT7 approached you all. “Hey good job tonight” Yugyeom said. “Thank you very much” Heejin said in reply. “Yeah.. see you next time there’s a competition” Mark awkwardly rubbed his neck and walked away. “The ____ (your group name), the underdogs from the start, made it this far. Look at us!” Suzy exclaimed. The rest of you cheered and hi-fived one another. You all went towards the exit, ready to leave and celebrate your hard work when you felt a tap on your shoulder. “Hm?” you turned around and were met face to face with Jinyoung, something that seemed to happen often now since after you first originally encountered him. “You guys go ahead, I’ll be out in a second” you told your friends and after they left, you turned your attention back to the boy. “I just wanted to congratulate you again, I’m really happy that won the finals because a performance like yours totally deserves it”. You blushed, “Thank you, your performance was really amazing too Jinyoung. “Haha thank you but I’m not here to just congratulate you like I have every other time I talked to you”. Your raised one of your eyebrows, confused as to where he was going with this. “So, you’re here for?” “Well, I’m actually here to ask if maybe you’d want to hang out sometime. I’d love to take someone as talented and beautiful like you out hm.. this upcoming friday?” You pretended to ponder on the offer, you couldn’t expose your crush for him right now. “Hm… I think yes. I’d love to” you smiled at him and you heard him breathe out a sigh of relief. “Okay great! Here’s my number,” he quickly scrawled it out onto a piece of paper he found on a nearby table and put it in your hands. “I look forward to seeing you Friday” he said and winked.

thanks so much for reading and feel free to send me ideas on possible future stories or how i can improve!

[amyacker-root]

SHOOT Reunion Panel

Sarah and Amy had lunch together a couple weeks ago - they are good friends and they have a lot in common so keeping in touch is fun.

Sarah’s favorite things about Shaw: her eating food with knives. She also says Shaw’s foreplay would have been cutting each other and punching each other and biting. Shaw was masculine and always equal to the boys - never portrayed otherwise. That was her most favorite part - how tough and violent.

Amy’s favorite part about Root? “I think Sarah should answer.” Amy loved getting to flirt with and annoy Shaw, because Sarah is good at portraying the anger. “But I knew she loved me.” “Both the characters kind of ran things - the girls in charge” - Amy on Shoot

Sarah’s fave ep was 6741! Sarah took the role because it went to dark places you don’t get to go to on TV. Sarah’s fave scene: end of 6741 by the carousel! It was very challenging but will always be the 1st thing she thinks of when thinking of POI Sarah says “I only look good because Amy makes me look good.”

Amy says she liked the part (in 6741) “was when Sarah was biting me” Amy says she loves their first meeting - the iron and all the sexual tension. “Was this relationship always meant to happen?” Sarah: (shouting) YES! F**K YEAH!!

“How do you prepare to do a different version of the character, like in 6741?” SARAH: Acting is a lot of human psychology and we are all more than just one thing. With actors you find the closest part of you to the character; she tried to tap into herself there. Sarah: “There were plenty of times when I was playing Shaw that I didn’t know if I was doing a good job.” Sarah: I wasn’t supposed to emote much, but we aren’t like robots.

SS: “Kissing Amy is like biting into the most succulent peach. It’s sweet & juicy & just a little wet. It’s better than your dream, sister.”

Someone asked them to improve a scene and Amy says “Hasn’t someone here written some fanfic? … We’ll do a stage reading of anyone’s fic.” Sarah and Amy acting out Root coming back alive. “Root.” “Did you miss me?” “Is that you?” “Are you ready for this?” “I’ve never been more ready” “Look behind you” (They [fake] kiss)

Someone asked about SHOOT kinks and Amy just said “we’re gonna keep things ziptied.”

Sarah says Shaw definitely realized she loved Root back in s4; that at the beginning she didn’t have a thing for Root & took her by surprise “In an alternate universe the two of them were together and made little SHOOT babies.” - Sarah Sarah says in s4 the flirtations started working, like when Root picked her up on the bike & when Shaw realized she needed Root to help her Sarah says 6,741 was a result of the fans feedback on Twitter.

Amy says that Root got her hacker skills from playing Oregon Trail.

Sarah said kissing your friend is like kissing your sister.

Amy says the weird part is the audience of the cast and crew when shooting, but she was glad Sarah was there. Amy also said that there’s not a person she’d rather have that experience with than Sarah. (About shooting 6741)

Amy says Root made the decision in s5 she did because if she chose Shaw, there would be no world anyway. Amy also says that being The Machine was the closest Root could get to having both.

Sarah likes doing films because you can take more chances and move at a slower pace. Amy likes TV because you gain a family in the crew & the characters get to evolve and change. “But I guess shows can be cancelled.”

“In canon we see Shaw has a PD, and Root probably does as well, how does that change the way you approach the characters?” Amy says that’s where you got a lot of quirks of the characters, but you just play them as truthful to what’s on the page. Sarah says she remembers she had to look up Axis II disorders to learn how to play things accurate.

Sarah loved working w/Bear b/c the takes were different because you had to work w/what he wanted to do. “You’re not gonna out cute the dog” Amy telling a story about how they were shooting outside and it was SO COLD they were both getting frostbite but they had to keep shooting. But then the animal handler came & had to take Bear because it was too cold for him, so she was jealous.

When asked, “Did Root have a crush on Hannah?” Amy said, “She was before your time, you don’t have to be jealous.” To Sarah.

Talking about new projects- Sarah: It’s kind of like a TV version of Inception. She goes into people’s subconscious to help them. Sarah also did an Amazon pilot called “Halfway House” where she plays a meth addict.

Amy says she’s afraid to talk about her new project.

Sarah closes the panel by acknowledging the support of fans and is thankful because they’re why they are where they are.

Thank you to starrymag

[poioriginal]

Important Housekeeping Notice

1. As is stated in the ‘About’ section, this blog focuses solely on S1 and S2 content of POI. This means we only post edits, art, pictures etc from S1 and S2. We are here to express what we love about the original dynamic, core 4 characters, relationships, and themes. In discussion posts we sometimes make reference to later material when expressing frustrations and to explain why we are not fond of later POI seasons to those who have respectfully asked us, but ultimately we are here as a place to enjoy what we love about POI.

2. Please read the ‘About’ section and FAQ before submitting an ask. If you want to know why we dislike later seasons and/or character, themes etc, we have already answered this in detail and you will find the answers linked from there. If you would like to respectfully ask us about these opinions, you are more than welcome to do so, but aside from that, it is outside the scope of this blog to discuss themes and relationships of later seasons. This blog was created because the online fandom of POI became dominated by characters, relationships, and plots many of us could not enjoy and we wanted a place filtered to what we do enjoy, so please remember that before submitting an ask. There is an abundance of Root & Shaw, Samaritan, ‘Team Machine’, blogs for which you can go and discuss those characters and themes. 

3. This blog does not condone the bashing of any fan group. I’ve already mentioned this in this post. And this goes both ways. There is a huge difference between 1) expressing anger and frustration about characters, themes, plots, etc and 2) directing it toward specific fans themselves, insulting them for what they may or may not like. While here at poioriginal we may dislike later seasons, certain characters, themes, etc, we are not here to direct hate and insults toward those who do like them. We respect that their likes are simply different to our own. Likewise, we expect others to respect us for what we like and don’t like. So if you are submitting an ask in the hopes of starting an argument or stirring up trouble, look elsewhere. Any rude asks will simply be deleted. 

4. On a lighter note, a reminder that if you post any kind of POI content (fanart, edits, screencaps, fanfic, discussion etc – anything!) from S1 and/or S2, tag it with #POIoriginal in one of the first 5 tags so we can find it more easily (since some of us don’t visit the main tag). S1 and S2 content ONLY please though (so even if it has S1 or S2 but also has something from S3-S5 please don’t use this tag). 

Thanks everyone!

~thehiddenmemoryuniverse

[a-tale-never-told]

Important Annoucement!

//Okay, so this is mostly frustrating. If you are all wondering what I'm exactly referring to, I'm talking about the clusterfuck of a dashboard. Before then, the Dashboard unfucker was still present for me, and I was able to carry out the story chapters with relative ease.

//But since yesterday, the shitty layout has returned and it has rattled my head beyond comprehension. What bothers me the most is how it returned? Why did it come back when I still had the unfucker with me? I think the main answer is that the Tumblr staff removed it from me, but the question is how did they find out exactly?

//I'm 100% sure that a bot was among my followers and just reported it to the Tumblr Gestapo over there, at least that's what I think. I don't know exactly if that is truly the case or if the computer simply malfunctioned yesterday, but regardless of the reasons why, the dashboard layout is still here as of now.

//When I first saw this, I was in absolute shock. I franticly closed Tumblr for a bit, then re-opened the site to see if it was just a glitch, but No! It was literally still there. I tried to download again the Dashboard unfucker multiple times, with all of those attempts being a failure. Once I finished, a stark realization went through my head as I tried to process what had just occurred: The shitty Tumblr layout is back, and it's going to stay for perhaps the duration of the story blog.

//Obviously, this was complete and utter dogshit, to the point where I made a post pretty much in an angered state, expressing that I wanted to kill myself. I just want to say that I apologize for stating that notion. I was never going to do it, but I was just having a really awful day, in particular, yesterday, and seeing that layout again just literally destroyed my sanity or whatever sanity I had left.

//But I'm sure you're all going to probably ask the question related to all of this: What's the future of this story blog? Obviously, I'm not that much of a quitter, as I've come way too far to give up now, but it's becoming evidently clear that I can no longer do normal story chapters like I usually do thanks to these chucklefucks, so I currently have two solutions that I have in my head, and I need to decide on which option is going to be better for this blog.

//The first option I have is to do the same type of strategy Creeper and Mod Poi are doing with their story blogs in terms of story chapters, where they reblog their chapters and usually post several continued parts to further advance the story. The problem is that I personally dislike that type of strategy as it just makes the story posts more filled up and overcrowded. Hell, even Creeper himself isn't a fan of this strategy, he only did it because the Tumblr staff fucked everything up.

//The second option I can do is to adopt Freeze's way of solving this, which is that I can extend the rest of the story through the asks, which is something that is very familiar to me if you have read the earliest phases of the story. The only issue is that I made it absolutely clear that I do not like that strategy as it takes away more attention from the story chapters and the main story as a whole, and I consider that to be one of the bigger flaws of this arc that's currently has been solved.

//Perhaps I could do both at the same time, adopting the reblog strategy while also trying to extend the asks, but then the amount of time would just completely exhaust me, given the other stuff I have to do in my life. So after much deliberation and thinking, I've decided to adopt Mod Creeper's method, as it's at least something related to the story chapters. I wholeheartedly apologize for choosing this rather confusing and uncomfortable strategy, but I seriously have no choice.

//On the bright side, I at least figured out a decent time schedule for how I'm going to post these stories in my free time. But I will post the time schedule in a separate post later on, so it doesn't overlap with this post. I seriously don't even know what's going to happen from here on out, but I promise to all of you that no matter what happens, this is NOT the end of the story blog. Oh no, we're just getting started, and even though most of my ideas have now been complicated thanks to the return of this layout, I have a sharp mind on my shoulders, and I will at least try to improvise if things go wrong.

//I just want to thank @a-student-out-of-time and @poisonrozen for trying to help me during this troubled time for me yesterday. You guys are genuinely amazing, and I honestly wish you success for the rest of your stories. As for Tumblr, the absolute banal joke that is the staff have mismanaged the properties of this website in ways Elon Musk could only think in his wildest dreams. It can only go downhill from here.

//But anyway, I hope that this is the very last announcement I make on this blog and that we can continue with the story because I have big plans for the story going forward. This is Mod Sam from A Tale Never Told, and I will see you all later as I watch the first trial of Sdra2. Have a good day!