#but now i'm pretty sure has me blocked cause they hate little mix

[darknight3904]

See You in the Morning, Coryo

𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪:ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏʀɪᴏʟᴀɴᴜꜱ' ᴀʀɢᴜᴍᴇɴᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴄʜᴇꜱ ᴀ ᴄʟɪᴍᴀx ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴀ ᴍᴏᴠᴇ.

ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ / ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ / ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ / ᴍʏ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: ᴅᴀʀᴋᴇʀ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜰᴇᴡ ᴘᴀʀᴛꜱ. ᴄᴏʀʏᴏ ᴄʜᴀɪɴꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴜᴘ. ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴ ᴀ ꜱᴇxʏ ᴡᴀʏ, ꜱᴀᴅʟʏ.

The first time you met him you were 12. It was only your fourth day at the Capitol's Academy and you wished you could go home and bury yourself in your bed and never return. You had yet to meet anyone interested in being friends with you, the homeschooled freak who started oh so late compared to her peers. Sure, you had met Arachne and Festus at big lavish parties your parents threw but that didn't mean they liked you.

And then, on your fourth day of school, everything changes. Big blue eyes are fixated on the overly large sandwich and fruit bowl that had been in your lunch bag. A soft gurgle of a hungry stomach fills your ears and you turn to see a boy with the prettiest blonde curls atop his head staring at you.

"Do you want a piece? Our maid always packs too much and I can never finish it. You can have some if you want." You ask, picking up a strawberry and holding it out to him.

He hesitates for a moment but eventually reaches out and takes a small bite.

"Don't you have a lunch today?" You ask

"I already ate it." He said

Something inside you said he was lying and so you offered the rest of the fruit to him. Your sandwich would be enough for today, after all, no one should go hungry if another had something else to give.

You chat with the boy with blue eyes and pretty blonde curls. His name is Coriolanus Snow and he lives with his Grandma'am and his cousin. You smile at him as he eats the fruit, savoring the taste of the grapes that were mixed in. As you sit beside your new friend, you smile to yourself and hope he'll be your friend tomorrow too.

"You're not leaving. I won't let you."

Coriolanus knows how bad it sounds. He knows you're angry when you go to step around him and he blocks your path. Your engagement ring feels like a brick as it sits in his shirt pocket.

"Coryo. Move. I'm going home." You say, determined to get away from him.

Where do you think you're running off to? You have no place in society besides your spot next to him.

"You can't. You have to stay here. With me." He insists, hoping his softer tone will change your silly little mind.

"Please, Coriolanus. Just let me go home for tonight. I'll come back tomorrow. I promise." You whisper.

He hates that. Coriolanus. Why are you calling him that? He's always been Coryo to you why are you changing it now? The way his full name lingers in the air makes his blood boil.

Rage is something that's hard to control. Coriolanus has seen it first hand when the Districts rebelled against the Capitol all those years ago. He saw it Dr. Gaul when Lucy Gray survived her snakes thanks to him. He sees it now, in you as you give him a hard shove to his shoulders and begin moving toward the door.

Rage. That's why he does it. It's something he and so many others can't control. Rage. What a funny concept it is, how it causes someone to think so irrationally.

Truly though, you are to blame for it all. If only you had just talked to him rationally. taking off your ring and throwing a fit, demanding to go home like you're some petulant child who needs a nap.

Perhaps this will change your attitude, after all, you couldn't just run off, he needed you.

There's an ache in the back of your skull when you finally open your eyes. A soft blanket is covering you and the soft scent of apples and cinnamon is wafting through the air.

"This is your favorite, right?"

A voice that used to bring a smile to your face now sends a jolt of fear down your spine as you quickly sit up.

Coriolanus is sitting in a plush-looking chair, with your favorite candle burning on a little side table next to him.

What the hell had he done to you?

"You sat up too quickly. There's some painkillers on the nightstand if you want them." He says

His voice is so calm as you gradually take in your new surroundings.

"Where am I?" You croak, your voice sounds terrible.

"You're still in our mansion. This is the basement. Part of it anyway. Over the past two weeks, I got them to transform a section of it into a room perfect for you." He says, closing the book in his lap.

Weeks? How long had it been since that dinner when you tried to leave? What the hell had even happened? The last thing you clearly remember was shoving Coriolanus and beginning to walk away. Had he hit you with something? But then how did he keep you down for two weeks so he could bring you here?

"You're wondering what happened. I'm not proud of it but I hit you with a serving tray before you could leave."

Your mind briefly conjures up the silver trays that the food you often enjoyed was served on.

"I had a doctor give you injections to keep you asleep until this room was ready. The headache you feel is the hangover from the drugs, not a concussion. I made sure he gave you an exam and he's cleared you from any injuries."

Corionus' explanation is making your brain ache. What the fuck was happening? Why are you in a basement bedroom instead of your normal one? When was he going to let you out? Would he ever let you out?

Your stomach gurgles and you just barely make it to the small garbage can that's sitting on the ground next to the bed.

"Ah, the doctor said vomiting was another side effect. I'm sure it will pass soon." Coriolanus says, unbothered as you heave up whatever gunk he had gotten the doctor to pump into your stomach.

You wipe your face with the back of your hand, wishing for something to take away the burning at the back of your throat.

"Alright. Since you're awake now, I'll be leaving. Lots of meetings today and the arena is nearly ready I just have to approve a few more things." Coriolanus says, standing up and fixing his tie as he begins to walk away.

"Wait." You groan, trying to reach out to him

"I'll be back for dinner. I know how much you love to listen to me talk about my day."

Two months later

There's been a certain warmness about you recently. Perhaps it's the flowers he brought you your maybe the fact that he takes the heavy chain off your ankle when he visits you. He decides it's the latter as he watches thumb through the new books he handed you.

"Do you like them?" He asks

"Yes." You smile as you gently place them on your shelf.

You're so effortlessly pretty, even here, locked away from the sunlight and every inch of society. Here, you're all his, every bit of you hinges on him opening the heavy metal door that keeps you here. It's been so long since you had even tried to argue or fight back against him. Sure, the beginning had been rough, you had thrown things at him and had at one point threatened him with a butter knife but now you we so docile. Almost like he had domesticated a wild animal and now it was trained perfectly.

"Could you bring the little cakes tonight?" You ask

"The ones with the powdered sugar on top?"

You nod as you sit on your bed, stretching out your right ankle which is marked with a heavy bruise from the chain he had to put on you. It wasn't what he wanted but after you tried attacking him when he entered the room on the second day of your enclosure, he knew it was a necessity.

"I'll have the chef make extra. We can eat as many as you like and get fat." He teases

You smile at him but he can see something else behind your eyes.

Sadness.

You remind him of a bird with clipped wings. Freedom so effortlessly in reach but unable to fly to reach it.

If only he could trust you enough to let you back into the main floors of the mansion.

Time passes slowly whenever Coriolanus is gone and it gives you time to think. You were going mad, chained up all day, waiting for him to bring you your meals and sit with you at night. So in an effort to chase your impending insanity away, you thought. You thought about your childhood and if things would be different had you never given Coriolanus that stupid bowl of fruit. Perhaps you'd be head of your father's company now, or maybe you'd be married to some elite capitol man.

Your mind was always racing, overanalyzing every little thing and every little mistake you had ever made.

Perhaps you should've never confronted him about those pictures. If you had just slipped out of the mansion one day what would had happened? Maybe he would've caught you or perhaps you would've made it back to your parents, back to your old life and self.

How naive you had been at that gala years ago, thinking that you didn't need anything but Coriolanus. What a stupid girl you had grown up to be.

The past few weeks had been rough. You had been sucking up to Coriolanus to be let back into the main part of the mansion. You claimed to just want to feel sunlight again. Of course, you also planned on running the moment you had an opening but he didn't need to know that half.

Coriolanus was simply insane, it was a conclusion you had come to after all these long days. Maybe he had always been like this but you were just too blind to see it. Maybe his nice gestures and honey-coated words had disguised the monster that lurked behind those eyes. All you knew was that he was the worst man in all of Panem and here you sat, suffering all because you were his favorite.

"My heart burns for you."

What a load of bullshit.

He stays true to his word and arrives that night for dinner, cakes in hand. Silenced Avoxes serve you your food and Coriolanus sits across from you at the table that had mysteriously appeared one night when you were asleep. The chain on your ankle made an unpleasant sound as you shifted in your seat.

"The salmon is nice, isn't it?" Coriolanus asks as he eats

"Yes, it's wonderful. Very buttery." You say, struggling to find exactly what was good about it.

You didn't want salmon, you didn't really want anything anymore, perhaps you were finally giving into whatever game he was playing by keeping you here.

"I've decided to replace the curtains throughout the mansion. I've found the blue to be a bit ugly. Tomorrow there will be beautiful maroon ones hung." He informs you

You had hand-picked the blue ones, years ago.

"I'm sure they will be beautiful." You say looking down at your lap.

Coriolanus stops chewing and sets his silverware down.

"If you're going to mock me, you shouldn't even open your mouth. You know I hate it when you're full of attitude so why do you still try?" He says

It's a warning. You know it, he knows it.

"I know. I was being serious." You say, "I hope I get to see the maroon curtains soon, Coriolanus."

"Coryo." He corrects, placing a bite of food in his mouth

"Coryo." You parrot.

He smiles, pleased with you.

"You will, soon."

Dinner passes slowly as you finish your salmon to the tune of Coriolanus' talking. Something about the latest games being a wonderful success and that the big finale would be either tomorrow or the next. He suggests you watch on the little TV that sits in the corner, untouched, it was something that was added a week ago, specifically so you could watch the games. You promise to watch and he smiles at you again.

Coriolanus bids you goodnight after dessert. He double-checks your chain before straightening up and gently kissing your forehead.

"Goodnight, darling. I'll see you in the morning."

"See you in the morning, Coryo."

The past week had been going nearly perfectly for Coriolanus. Not only had the games been perfect, but you had been impressing him. Sure, a few days ago at dinner you had called him Coriolanus and he nearly lost his cool after he thought you insulted the curtains but that was behind him now.

He had finally concluded that he'd release you from the basement. He missed your presence in the mansion and at the normal dinner table. He wasn't quite sure about letting you have full roam yet, perhaps he'd sedate you during the days and let you walk around at night, when he could personally keep an eye on you before bedtime. The idea of one of the Axoxes watching you didn't sit right, after all, if you ran what would they do? They couldn't even shout for help to bring you back inside.

He was positively giddy as he walked down the many flights of steps that led to where you were. He wanted to show you the greenhouse first. Sure, you had seen it before but the way the roses were blooming recently was simply too good to pass up. He had planted new ones recently too, blushing pink ones that reminded him of you and your warmness to him.

The metal door was cool against his palm as he opened it to reveal your darkened room. The door let out a heavy groan as it shut behind him.

It wasn't uncommon for you to be sleeping when he entered, he often visited during the night and would watch you, as if you were going to disappear. However, this time the darkness confused him. It was the middle of the day, surely you weren't still asleep?

The soft clink of that ridiculous chain filled his ears as he stepped towards the lamp that sat on your shelf.

"Are you hiding from me, darling?" He asked into the darkness, ready to scoop you up and hold you close.

Silence answered his question as his eyes tried to focus on anything.

The softest rustle of fabric fills his ears as he quickly turns to his right. The slightest shimmer of color reaches his eyes, illuminated by what little light wormed its way under the door. It's you, in that sweater you often wore.

"I see you." He says reaching out to what he thinks might be your arm. "What a pretty shade of blue that is. I'll have a designer make a dress in that color for you."

He swears he hears you whisper his name but perhaps it was just in his head as he steps forward.

Coriolanus feels the smile that was on his face drop into his stomach when he hears it again, the rustle of fabric. You were behind him now.

His hands twitch one, then twice, and before he can react, you're there, in front of him again, anger polluting your pretty face.

His lips form your name but it never leaves his mouth. Instead, the cool metal of that chain he had intended on removing was cutting his vocal cords off.

The chain he hated putting on you, the chain you had desperately tried to claw off many times as he watched through a grainy video feed was rapidly wrapping its way around his neck, ready to destroy him.

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[therandosfandos]

After "that's lobstertainment", Fry finds his Bender curled up in his chest in his former room, the closet area and has to console his boyfriend as the bots still shaken up pretty badly.

Fry trudged wearily through the familiar corridors of Robot Arms Apartments, the worn carpet under his shoes echoing the monotony of another day at Planet Express. The oppressive heat of New New York clung to him like a second skin, making each step feel heavier than the last. He longed for the cool embrace of the apartment he shared with Bender, hoping for a moment of respite from the demands of the day.

As he approached the door, Fry couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. The usual sounds of Bender causing a ruckus were conspicuously absent. The door swung open with a creak, revealing the dimly lit living room. A strange tension hung in the air, and Fry's heart quickened as he called out for his metallic companion.

"Bender? You home, buddy?" Fry's voice carried a mixture of concern and curiosity.

No response.

Fry's unease grew, and he moved through the apartment, eyes scanning for any sign of his robot friend. The air seemed thick with anticipation, and then he heard a muffled noise from the closet.

Approaching cautiously, Fry swung open the door to reveal a sight that made his heart sink. There, huddled in the closet, was Bender. But this was no ordinary sight – Bender's shiny metal exterior was pulled tightly around him like a shell, resembling a turtle hiding in its protective armor.

"Bender? What the heck are you doing in the closet?" Fry asked, a mix of confusion and concern in his voice. "You moved out of there a long time ago, baby boy".

Bender slowly emerged from his hiding place, which was his chest compartment at the moment, his safe haven, his faceplate and optics revealing a pained expression on his face. "Fry, buddy, you won't believe what happened. Calculon wanted me dead! And I'm pretty sure he still does!".

Fry's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but laugh nervously. "Come on, Bender, you're exaggerating. Why would Calculon want to kill you, waffle?" He sits next to his metal boyfriend, legs up to his chest and looks down at the hiding bending unit.

The robots eyes darted around, as if fearing an unseen enemy. "It's all because of that stupid Oscar. Zoidberg messed up, and now Calculon thinks I'm the reason he didn't get one. He's out for my shiny metal ass!", Bender exclaims in fright and tears welled up in his light yellow eyes. He just wanted to hide away forever. To be safe....

"He said he wanted to kill me, Wiggles! Me, Bender! The coolest robot on the block!" Bender exclaimed, his metal frame visibly trembling.

Fry's expression shifted from confusion to concern. He had seen Bender face many challenges, but the idea of Calculon, the robot celebrity, wanting to harm his lover was beyond anything he had imagined.

"Hey, honey.... baby, it's gonna be okay. Calculon doesn't really want to kill you. It's just his dramatic way of expressing disappointment," Fry reassured, trying to calm down his distressed robot companion. His little robot was in such a bad shape at the minute.

"But what if he changes his mind? What if he hires an assassin robot or something?" Bender's eyes widened in fear, and his voice box hiccuped. He hated this.

Fry sighed, realizing he needed to do something to comfort his boyfriend. Without a second thought, he pulled Bender into a tight embrace, feeling the cold metal against his warm skin. "Bender, I won't let anything happen to you. You're my small adorable robot, and I'll always protect you, waffle..."

As Fry held Bender close, he could feel the tension in the robot's frame gradually easing. Bender's fear began to melt away under the warmth of Fry's embrace. The human's genuine concern touched something deep within Bender's circuits. Bender slowly came out of his chest, revealing his mechanical legs and arms.

"I never thought my hero would want to murder me," Bender admitted, still shaken but finding solace in his lovers support. A sense of security and protection fell over the bot and made him relax.

Fry chuckled, "Well, heroes can be unpredictable, I guess. But hey, I'm your hero too, right?"

Fry lifted Benders cheek up to look at him and presses his soft lips against the bots mouthplate. Giving a warm passionate kiss to the robots grill. Electricity danced between the two. He pulled back and nuzzles against Bender, "I love you, baby..."

Bender managed a weak smile, "Yeah, Fry. You're my meatbag with a heart of gold, or whatever", he giggled and nuzzles his visor into his meaty boyfriends chest.

"Me too, meatbag..."

But the night was far from over. Fry, determined to ease Bender's shaken state, led him to the couch. They sat together, Bender nestled against Fry's side. The television flickered to life, displaying reruns of "All My Circuits" – Calculon's signature show that they always loved to watch with each other.

As they watched the over-the-top drama unfold on the screen, Fry continued to shower Bender with affection – hugs, kisses, and even a few playful pats on the back. Slowly but surely, Bender's rigid frame began to relax, the tension melting away.

The night wore on, with Fry and Bender finding solace in each other's company. The fear that Calculon had instilled began to fade, replaced by the warmth of love and the certainty that, together, they could face whatever challenges lay ahead. Fry would never let anything happen to his baby. Never.

"Fry, you're a real pal. I don't say this often, but I appreciate you, meatbag" Bender admitted, a rare sincerity in his voice, no one would ever catch him admitting such mushy stuff in public. But with Fry in private, a lot of sincerity came out of Bender that no one but the redhead could hear.

Fry grinned, his arm still draped around Bender. "Anytime, buddy. No one messes with my robot baby".

Bender rolled his eyes and playfully punched Fry across the cheek in a loving way before curling up to his human and cuddling into the man. He emitted a soft purring noise and began vibrating ever so slightly, the horizontal lines in his mouthplate curving into a small smile.

As Bender drifted into a restful recharge mode, Fry couldn't help but marvel at the unexpected bond that had formed between them. In the strange and unpredictable world of the future, Fry had found a loyal companion in a robot with a penchant for bending and a heart buried beneath layers of metal. And as they shared the quiet moments of the night, Fry vowed to protect his robot boyfriend, come what may.

[yaz-the-spaz]

Thoughts on the snl joke? Regardless of how harmless the joke itself was, snide shit like that only encourages the overwhelming amount of hate Z gets daily. U know damn well if the situation was reverse Z would be getting CRUCIFIED. It wouldnt be a harmless joke then, it would be Zayn being washed up and bitter. Truth is H and L get away with murder and that's undoubtedly white privilege. For once I'd like to see so called ot5/zarries/etc call out the bullshit. Just say you dgaf about Z and go.

hey nonnie, so my thoughts on it are probably an unpopular opinion but i have to say i mostly agree with rodger on this. and that’s not to say that i don’t understand where the fandom is coming from, people have every right to their feelings and i do think that, regardless of anything else, harry should have been at least mildly aware of how the fandom would take it and how upset people would be by it. but at the the end of the day he knows better than any of us how zayn or any of the other boys would feel about it and given that they’re the ones that are affected the most by this (and not us) and he still made the decision to go through with the joke (not to mention the way liam publicly reacted to it in the way he did) i think shows how little of a deal it probably is to them. look at this way, if he REALLY wanted to hurt zayn, i mean like TRULY, he could’ve done/said something a lot more hurtful, like making a terrorist joke or drug addict-related joke or mental illness joke or saying any number of things wayyyy more snide and cruel about him leaving the band than just pretending to forget zayn’s name and replacing him with a beatles member. i recognize that people have different senses of humor but imo as far as petty jokes go in particular, this one was fairly tame (though you’re free to disagree ofc)

that said, i WHOLEHEARTEDLY agree with you that things would be VERY VERY different if it came from zayn, and that h and l do get away with an OBSCENE amount of things that zayn has been, or would be, vilified for were it him in their shoes. the biggest examples i can think of off the top of my head rn is 1) the fandom’s general reaction when they first found out that zayn smoked weed vs the news of harry doing fucking shrooms/damn near hardcore psychedelic drugs and biting part of his own tongue off - zayn got absolutely decimated for a little fucking weed to help with his anxiety and creativity/music-writing but harry gets what? a shrug of the shoulder? a bat of an eyelash? and even worse for me is 2) the notorious weed vid - not only was zayn the main one vilified for smoking weed and labeled a druggie and an addict despite the fact LOUIS was also clearly getting high right beside him, LOUIS was the one to mention the coke reference (‘chicken in chile’ or whatever tf) not zayn, and LOUIS was the one to use a motherfucking abbreviated form of the n-word - where was the outrage over louis’ racist ass, entitled rich white boy ass behavior? absent. yet how many people unstanned zayn a couple years later when they only thought (THOUGHT!) he said the n-word in some random snapchat/ig vid even when it was confirmed that he didn’t and it was just the black guys with him that said it? and that’s not even the end of it, like people hold up things zayn or liam have said or done from forever ago as evidence that they’re homophobic or hated the band or whatever the fuck but harry or louis say or do almost the same damn things and it’s either dismissed or they’re praised for speaking out like what the actual fuck? i honestly can’t fucking stand the way this fandom acts with their racist ass double standards. if you’re gonna excuse one, then excuse them all and if you’re gonna dismiss one, then dismiss them all. life’s not a fucking burger king, you can’t just pick and choose which problematic behavior you’re gonna ignore and which you’re gonna accept only when it suits your own personal agenda and that’s on top of the fact that holding onto shit from ages ago ignores the fact that at the end of the day these boys are still regular people and regular people might’ve said dumb things when they were younger (or even now still) or phrase something wrong but that doesn’t mean they’re not allowed to learn and grow and mature or to get more informed and change their opinion or behavior

anyway enough of me ranting, and sorry this got so long but i just have a lot of feelings when it comes to the racism and double standards that run rampant in this godforsaken fandom

[ggidolsmuts]

Childish - Blackpink Jisoo

You're waiting around at the amusement park, watching the crowds of couples and packs of students streaming in, ready to take your place in the never-ending lines at every ride you want to go on. Where the hell is she? You wonder, your foot tapping the pavement impatiently. You're pretty sure you made a dent on the sidewalk when finally you feel a tap on your shoulder. You turn your face, only to be stopped by a finger pressed on your cheek.

"Got you! Hey oppa." You turn around to find the second half of your very own couple.

"Yes yes you got me, how old are you now Jisoo?"

"Hey! That's not polite!" She clings on to your arm, happy to see you again. "Oh no the lines, are we late?"

"Nope, everyone was early." She was late, but you found her so adorable you could overlook it. "Let's go."

As you entered the amusement park hand-in-hand Jisoo brings up an odd topic.

"Oppa, you know today is Opposites' Day right?"

"No, what is that?"

"It means you have to say the opposite of whatever you mean. So if I say I hate you, it means I love you!"

"No that's silly, and don't say that, I'm hurt now." You fake tears and shake your shoulders, pretending to be hurt by her words.

"Aww okay, anyways, you're "it" for today, you have to say the opposite of whatever you mean, okay?"

"Okay..." Jisoo raises her eyebrows at you? "I mean, not okay...?"

"Good oppa! Come on, let's go!"

You are dragged by the hand into the amusement park, Jisoo smiling happily at you the whole way. As soon as you are in however, you are basically accosted by an aggressive headband seller.

"Hey my friend, how about a cute hairband for your beautiful girlfriend?"

"I-uhh... no thank you."

"Yay thanks oppa!" Jisoo turns to the seller. "He means yes, I'll take the bunny one."

"Thank you, that'll be 10000 won."

"What?!"

"Come on, don't I look cute? Hmm? Hmm?" Jisoo's cuteness with the hairband on breaks down your exasperation, and you pay the park employee.

"Here you go."

"Thank you, I hope you enjoy your visit!"

"Don't you want a matching one?"

"Yes, I'm sure I do." Jisoo's face falls as you smartly avoid her trap.

"You're no fun."

"Come on, let's not check out the rides." The two of you check out a few easy but fun ones at first, enjoying crashing into others in the bumper cars and riding the Viking, but Jisoo's tastes get progressively more and more extreme, and you find yourself strapped in with her in a Tower of Terror type ride.

"Jisoo, do we have to do this?"

"Do we not have to do this? You're right oppa, we do have to do this!" She smiles at you right as the ride shoots you up into the air, overlooking the rest of the park from up high. All you hear is your own screaming while the ride jerks you up and down in the air.

"Can we go home?" You ask Jisoo, your legs wobbly and weak from the ride.

"Of course oppa, let's go check more rides out!" You smack yourself in the face as Jisoo runs to the park map, looking for the next ride to torture you with.

"Let's check that one out!" It turns out that the one Jisoo had in mind was a real killer of a roller coaster, with multiple people coming out with faces green or hunched over right outside the ride exit.

"C-can we not Jisoo?" She smiles at your poorly worded question.

"I thought you'd never ask!" She pushes you into the ride, the lack of a line painfully convenient for her. The two of you are strapped in far too quickly.

"W-wait, I think I want off."

"Of course sir." The ride attendant makes to unstrap you from the seat, but Jisoo blocks him.

"Sorry, he's confused, he means he wants to stay on, opposite day, you understand." The attendant clearly doesn't, but he listens to Jisoo's gorgeous smile at him over your pleading glances for help.

"This will be the last one okay? I promise!" You don't believe her, but all you can do now is grab on to Jisoo's hand tightly as the ride starts, quickly throwing you into a murderous series of turns and loops. The rest of it is a blur, all you remember is holding on to Jisoo's hand like your life depended on it.

"That was great!"

"Argh..." You double over at the exit of the ride, dry retching and trying not to throw up.

"Oppa are you okay?"

"I-I'm fine... I mean not fine, give me a minute." Jisoo stays by your side, gently patting your back until you are finally good enough to straighten back up.

"I'm bad now, do you not want to get breakfast?" She smiles happily at your question.

"Now you're finally getting it! Let's get dinner!"

Dinner was an expensive but sadly mediocre affair at one of the many restaurants in the amusement park, and the two of you left the place full but unsatisfied.

"Oppa do you want to get on more rides?" Jisoo asks you.

You make a show of rubbing your stomach. "Yes, I'm so hungry right now." Jisoo pouts, but agrees to end the trip.

"Aww fine, let's go home then?" You shake your head in reply, and the two of you end your trip to the amusement park, getting a taxi back home.

"It was so fun today oppa." Jisoo sighs, leaning her head oh your shoulder.

"No, it was so boring." You feel Jisoo chuckle against you.

"Oh stop, enough with the opposite day stuff."

"Yes, I will stop now."

"You're so bad!"

"I can't be... nicer." You whisper in Jisoo's ear sensually, a different type of shudder traveling through her body. The two of you struggle to keep your hands to yourselves, one of your hands sneaking down the back of her shorts, squeezing and tracing circles on her peachy butt. Jisoo meanwhile has a hand on your thigh, lightly gripping you, oh so slowly making her way closer and closer to your crotch. You are glad that the taxi ride doesn't last for much longer, else the two of you would be giving the driver a backseat show. You reluctantly slip your hand out of Jisoo's shorts as the taxi comes to a halt, and after paying the oblivious taxi driver the two of you make your way quickly to your apartment.

As soon as the door shuts Jisoo jumps into your arms, her lithe legs wrapping around you, your hands going naturally to her generous thighs to hold her up.

"Thanks for playing along with me today oppa."

"You're not welcome." You kiss her deeply, carrying her to the bedroom, both of you drowning in a mix of love and lust. Depositing her on the bed, your cock begins to harden, watching her be so adorable and yet incredibly sexy as she slowly rids herself of her top, revealing a lacy black bra.

"Someone’s not horny is she?" You ask her, admiring her from above, running your hands up and down her petite body, both of you trembling in anticipation.

"Oppa just shut up and kiss me already." You capture her lips while your hands pick up from where you left off in the taxi, sliding beneath her shorts from below this time, cupping her butt.

"Ah... you love my butt don't you?"

"No I don't..." You squeeze a moan from her, feeling her body warm up underneath your touch. Disappointingly you feel Jisoo push herself up the bed and getting out from below you.

"Okay you need to stop that now, and I'm going to make you." Still half-dressed Jisoo gets off the bed, pushing you and making you take her spot previously, sitting on the edge of the bed. With little fanfare she strips you of your pants and boxers, licking her lips at the sight of your stiff cock. She causes you to groan when she grips your shaft firmly, beginning to slowly stroke you.

"Oppa, tell me what you want me to do."

"I-I want you to stroke my cock..." Jisoo stops immediately. "What?"

"You liked opposite day so much, so I'm going to not stroke your cock."

"Fine, I want you to stop stroking my cock- oooh yes..." You moan as she strokes you with both hands, the delicious friction burning you up.

"What next?"

"Suck me please..." She continues to stroke you instead. "I mean, don't suck me."

"Are you sure you want to keep talking in opposites?" She doesn't let you reply, instead taking the sensitive tip of your cock in mouth and swirling her tongue around it. You can only throw your head back and moan, every lick of her tongue sending jolts of pleasure through you.

"Fuck Jisoo, I'm gonna cum if you keep doing that."

"Oh what? You're not going to cum if I keep doing that? I guess I'll stop then." You feel your cock throb in the air, eager for Jisoo's touch as she backs away from you, somehow looking even sexier half-dressed in her bra and shorts.

"What? No don't stop! Okay okay I'll stop doing opposites, please go back to sucking me!"

"That's more like it." She leans back down on your cock again, taking all of you in her mouth. The feel of her mouth is delightful as Jisoo hollows out her cheeks, allowing your cock to poke against the side of her mouth. Low groans escape her while she works on you, and you look down to see your naughty girlfriend touching herself while sucking you off, a hand down her shorts while the other strokes your balls. The image is far too erotic, and you feel yourself get close to the edge.

"I'm so close Jisoo. Where should I cum?" She is too caught up in her own pleasure, her hand working furiously underneath her shorts. The increasing vibrations of her moans tip you over the edge, and you pull her head into your crotch as you orgasm, flooding her mouth with your white cum.

"Mmph?! Mm mm!" Jisoo's reaction is one of surprise - her eyes wide open, looking at you with surprise before they roll back in her head, her own pleasure overtaking her, her fingers playing with herself and the cum filling her mouth triggering an orgasm of her own. Her jaw goes slack around your cock, groaning and shuddering as she rides out her orgasm, a mix of her saliva and your cum spilling out of her mouth and on to the floor. You gently remove yourself from her mouth and Jisoo goes weak, collapsing between your legs. She pulls her hand out of her shorts - it is completely drenched with her juices. To add to the dirty scene your drool and cum-coated cock begins dripping on to her face while she lays under you, still trying to recover from her own orgasm.

"Damn babe, you couldn't wait for me to touch you?"

"Hehe sorry oppa, I was so wet while sucking you."

"I should punish you for that... go get cleaned up and let's do round two."

"Sure, I won't be long." She takes off her ruined shorts and throws them at you, letting you feel and smell the aftermath of her climax. She walks away clad in a matching set of black lace panties, her hips swaying every step of the way. Jisoo turns around, smacking her butt and letting it jiggle for you before she enters the bathroom. Everything about her turns you on to no end, and your cock is already stiff and waiting when she returns completely naked. Her perky breasts lightly jiggle as she walks seductively towards you, her toned abs and full thighs on display with every step.

"Good oppa, you're ready to go, I'm really hungry again..." She tries to get on top of you, wanting to ride you while you lie on the bed, but you have your own form of punishment for her. You pull her down next to you, the two of you facing each other side-by-side.

"Ooh this is new."

You swing one of her legs over you, allowing her to straddle you sideways. You kiss her lovingly while you torture her, your cock rubbing on her folds, giving her a taste of the pleasure she wanted.

"Come on oppa... put it in me already."

"So... I was thinking, after making me talk in opposites the whole day, I think I'll make you talk in opposites the whole night. From now on I'll treat everything as the opposite of what you say." Jisoo opens her mouth to reply, but she is forced to let out a moan instead when you grab a small but perfect breast, teasing her further while you rub your cock against her heat.

"What was that?"

"Fuck you feel so good..."

"I don't feel good? Oh no, let's try this!" You will yourself to pull away from her, replacing your shaft with your fingers, rubbing her dripping slit gently. It is pleasurable for Jisoo, but not nearly as satisfying.

"N-nooooo!" Her hips buck towards you and she tries to scoot down the bed, wanting to feel your cock again.

"Yes? You like that? Okay I'll keep using my fingers." Jisoo's eyes are wide and pleading, realizing you were serious about your "punishment".

"Come on oppa, please don't fuck me."

"Good girl..." You remove your fingers, a whimper escaping Jisoo at the sudden lack of friction. The two of you groan out loud when you finally push into her, filling her partly. You resist the urge to push fully into her, despite the hungry grasp of her walls.

"Do you like this?"

Jisoo can only nod, much to her error.

"You don't? Let me pull out then." Her leg hurriedly grips you, trying to keep you from pulling away.

"N-no, I mean yes, please pull out!" You tease both of you further, not thrusting into her deeply, only sinking into her partially before pulling away, denying both of you complete satisfaction. You watch Jisoo's face with delight, her face twisted in unsatisfied pleasure, her eyes madly begging you to go deeper, not trusting herself to say the right words. But you keep going, only thrusting into her shallowly.

"Oppa..." her voice a needy whimper.

"D-deeper-" You pull out even further on your thrust before she panics, quickly asking for the opposite. "Shallower, shallower!" You allow yourself to plunge in just that bit deeper.

"P-please oppa, pull completely out of me." You grin, knowing what the both of you want.

"Are you sure?" Her eyes widen, unsure how you're interpreting her words now.

"I-I... no?"

Jisoo can't help but cry when you bury yourself to the hilt in her. "Y-yes!"

"No?"

"N-no, I mean yes, I mean no, I mean- !" You pull out before thrusting powerfully into her again, drawing a scream from her. "Fuck!"

"Oppa please-" You pump her slowly but deeply, trying to hit the end of her depths with every thrust, leaving her speechless, your girlfriend only able to voice out loud moans of pure pleasure. You stop after another minute of deep thrusts, sinking deep into her and staying there, feeling every part of her walls clinging on to you, contracting erratically on you as both of you near orgasm.

"Tell me what you want." Your question is pointless, as Jisoo's eyes are shut tightly, still indulging in the pleasure of your thrusts. Her mouth hanging open, drool leaking down the side of her mouth. She finally opens her eyes when you repeat the question once more.

"Oppa I- I need to cum."

"Do you need to cum or not need to cum?"

"I, I, I-... don't know... ah!" You might have actually fucked Jisoo silly. You thrust one more time into her before releasing both of you from your misery.

"I'm going to make us cum now, okay?" Jisoo barely registers your words, only a slight change in her gaze acknowledging you, her mouth still hanging open, almost begging for a kiss. You wrap your arms around her, pulling her in and kissing her, your tongue darting in and out of her mouth while your cock does the same thing below. Her screams into your mouth get louder and louder, and so do your moans as your pace picks up. Your hands on her butt once more, you pull her hips towards you with a slam, as if trying to split her in two, hitting the deepest you’ve been inside her. Jisoo tears her lips away from the kiss to scream her orgasm out to the world.

The sudden extreme tightness of Jisoo's pussy sends a jolt up your spine, and you instantly climax with her, groaning against her neck, your cock unloading your second load of cum into her. The two of you release groans of pure satisfaction at the sensation of filling and being filled. She quivers in your arms, her hips meeting every buck of yours as the two of you seek to stuff her full with your thick semen. You only feel her relax her grip on your body and cock when she finally comes down from her trip to the clouds. Her eyes open, a weak smile crossing her face.

"Babe please let's never do that again."

"Why, did I fuck your brains out?" Jisoo can only manage a weak chuckle as you wipe the drool from her mouth, blushing before giving you a peck on the lips.

"Yes, it felt so good..." You hug her tightly, the two of you still connected, your limbs twining with one another. You can't help but let out a moan as she tries to nestle closer to you, her walls still massaging your semi-erect cock.

"Think you can go again?" Her fingers dance across your chest, trying to entice you.

"When it's you, probably."

"No more games okay?" She crinkles her nose, smiling cutely at you.

"No more, ride me." You roll on your back, pulling Jisoo on top of you. She hugs you, whispering dirty words to get you hard again.

"Fuck oppa, I can feel you leaking out of me, do you feel it on your cock?" Jisoo grinds you slowly, smearing your cock with a mixture of cum and juice.

"Ugh yes..."

"Come on oppa, get hard again, then put another load in me, your baby girl needs to feel full again..." You never tire of hearing the normally cute Jisoo try to seduce you like this, and it always works, your cock rising again in her. She smiles in delight and immediately begins bouncing her hips on top of you, quickly letting her urges take over.

Sweat drips down Jisoo's face, your pants in rhythm with hers as she drives herself down on you, her tender walls hugging your shaft silkily with every drop of her hips. You watch the lovely woman above you zone out, her mind fully focused on chasing her own climax, her expression frozen in one of extreme euphoria... and then with a quiver of her lips she cracks.

"Nngh yes!" With a loud exhaled moan her heat envelopes you even more tightly, her juices rushing over your cock and staining your crotch. You feel her body flex and twitch in your arms, gasping for breath as her orgasm pummels her senses. She collapses on top of you, and you gently roll her off to the side, cushioning her head with the pillow, the two of you laying side by side again.

"Y-you didn't cum?"

"I will soon." With a whimper from Jisoo you begin thrusting into her, looking right into her tired but satisfied eyes. She wraps one leg around your thigh while the other tangles around your inside leg, making sure you can't pull out, not that you would ever want to. Her breath is hot on your face, a moan escaping her with every slow thrust into her overstimulated warmth. Her hands roam your body, trying to help you to the finish line, but her voice does most of the work.

"I'm so sensitive oppa, you feel so hot and thick..." Jisoo's whimpering dirty talk set you off almost immediately.

"Oh fuck... Jisoo!" You push yourself as deep as you can before your orgasm washes over you. You can barely hear your own groan of release as Jisoo lets loose a loud moan of satisfaction, your cum coating her walls once more, filling what little empty space there is left inside her with your seed.

You make sure she feels every inch of your throbbing cock, bucking into her mindlessly with every shot of cum. You wrap her up in a passionate embrace, the two of you trembling with intimate joy. You hands go once again to her butt, grabbing and pushing yourself just that little bit deeper into her as you capture her lips, making sure you have nothing left to give her.

"I feel so full!" Jisoo whines happily as she buries herself in your chest. You make to try and pull out, but she stops you. "Don't! Let's just... stay like this for a while, please?" You hug her tighter, feeling her walls pleasurably cling on to you as begin to soften, your heartbeats no longer racing like mad.

"You made such a mess in me..." The two of you look down as you finally soften and slip out of her, two loads of white cum rushing out of her freshly-fucked folds and trailing down her thigh.

"You made me make such a mess in you." You murmur into her ear, kissing her blushing cheek.

"Let's not do the opposite game again... I can't think while you're fucking me so good."

"So do you mean let's do it again then?" You cheekily smirk at her.

"No!" She playfully hits you.

"So you mean yes? You started it at the amusement park."

"Yes yes I regret it..." She adds on her in a whisper, almost talking to herself. "Maybe not if you do that to me again..."

"I'll take that as a maybe." You kiss her on the lips before drawing the covers. The two of you drifting off to sleep, exhausted in mind and body.

A/N: I just had a really dumb idea for a “Opposite’s day” thing where you end up fucking someone silly, so I went ahead and wrote it lol. Jisoo was a perfect fit, being kinda dorky and sexy at the same time. Also I can’t get this out of my head - the front view is great, but the back is amazing.

Thank you for reading!

[make-sterek-canon]

That night I saved you || PolArm oneshot (KinnPorsche The Series)

Getting hurt being somebody's bodyguard is part of the job. It's inevitable.

Getting killed is another thing entirely. In Pol's eyes, it's unacceptable. Even more if the one at risk is Arm.

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“That night I saved you”

[Pol’s POV] (Italics = emphasis/others; italics and bold = thoughts)

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Extremely warm night. Sticky climate. His suit is completely ruined from all the sweat and dirtiness. There's also some blood mixed in there. Snot too, probably. Pol can't tell.

He's holding Arm down with one hand and the gun with the other. Arm is unconscious and not even responding to any external stimulus. All Pol can feel is his heart beating in his chest. Too slow to be noticed but it's something, some hope in the dark situation they're in.

Pol needs to get Arm out of there and fast or he'll lose him, and he's definitely not ready to say goodbye just yet. Maybe not ever.

He pushes the button on his earpiece but dead silence welcomes him from the other side. He takes off the damn thing rather violently.  Time to put into action his last resort then.

"Pete! Pete!" His shouts fill the air. The bullets are still flying around and there's too much noise. He waits a few seconds, then tries again. Calling Pete desperately. Unrelenting sweat is falling down his face and neck, wetting even more his white (not anymore) shirt.

"Here!" He hears, and he sighs in relief.

"Listen! Can you handle it? I need to get Arm some help, he's in bad shape!"

"Go, I'll cover you!

That's all he needs to get going. Ducked behind a pile of sturdy-looking boxes, Pol tries to pinpoint Pete's position so he'll know where to move. Judging by his shouts he might be somewhere to the right and if Pol remembers correctly there's an exit that way. He needs to move to reach it though and it's easier said than done since he still has to protect both himself and Arm from getting hit by stray bullets. The only way is staying crouched while dragging Arm's motionless body.

Unresponsive as his fellow is, Pol is taking longer to do just that. He also needs to call someone to come and get them because they took Pete's car this time and of course he's the one that has the keys.

Pol curses under his breath. He'll definitely make a copy for next time. If there was a next time. There is still the possibility that none of them will survive the night after all.

After countless and torturous minutes he finds himself closer to the right side exit. This abandoned warehouse is big but not enough to get yourself lost.

Fortunately, no one has seen them and Pol hopes it stays that way for a bit longer.

"Hang in there, Arm. We're almost out."

He hasn't moved yet and Pol is starting to think that he's been dragging a corpse all along, but the sole thought is quickly getting to him and there's no time to lose.

The air is even more stickier and dense outside than inside the building, and Pol is heavily wheezing from the effort. Resting Arm's back against the facade, he places a hand on his chest to support him while taking the phone out with his free hand. Scratch that. He decides against it when not even two seconds have passed. They were not going to make it if they had to wait for someone from the major clan to come.

"Think, Pol. Think..."

Raising his eyes he suddenly notices an old gray Sedan some meters away, parked on the side of the smaller building, part of the main one but detached.

"This better work."

Hauling Arm as carefully as his own banged up body allows him, he walks to the vehicle. It should be easy to open since its windows are not armored as Pete's and the rest of their cars. Or if it's a getaway car as Pol suspects he could probably find the keys nearby, placed there for the owner to grant a fast escape.��

First things first, he rests Arm against the car and checks to make sure it isn't open before looking for the keys. Crouching close to the driver's side tire Pol sticks his hand in the space between the car's fender and the tire, finding the keys on top of it. Bingo. After grabbing them he gets up and when a shot rings out, his hand opens on instinct dropping them to the ground. The bullet impacts against the gravel right next to where Arm is and Pol's breath stops working for a second, scared that he might have been hit.

"Where do you think you're going, scum? Put your hands up and turn around. Slowly."

Pol does as he's told, facing the man. He's pretty much average looking, not as big in size as Pol and he's definitely tired if his labored breathing is any indication. He has to take him down. And fast.

The quietness doesn't last long when the man steps forward with his gun still raised. The distance is shorter and Pol takes that chance to surprise his enemy, crouching down and getting some gravel to throw it to his face. That gets him a shout in response and he promptly throws himself against the man next to take the gun away. It flies off somewhere. But that's not the end of it. The man only needs a moment to collect himself and he attacks Pol. Avoiding blow after blow, he counterattacks when he has the opportunity, but he's not fast enough to block a sudden kick to the ribs. Falling to his knees in agonizing pain, Pol raises his head to look at the man, who's got a karambit and is brandishing it right in front of his face.

"Very nice... Just stay there like the dog you are. Fucking useless." He snickers and Pol flinches in disgust. "Your fuck-buddy must be dead, huh? Don't worry, you'll be following him soon enough..."

Pol glances Arm's way and his eyes tear up but he bites down hard on his lower lip to prevent the tears from falling. It's highly efficient since the pain distracts him from feeling anything else. He's not going to give the bastard the satisfaction to seeing him cry. Not for his own life, but for his fallen friend. The defiant look Pol sends the man's way makes him smile sadistically.

"Ah, that look... I'm so gonna enjoy butchering you like I would do a pig..."

A sudden movement causes Pol to look behind the man, a bit to his left. The man notices but it's not enough for him to turn around or even move. There's no time since he already has a bullet embedded in his skull. The dead body falls forward right into Pol but he moves before it touches him. 

Still kneeling, he looks up at the shooter. Vegas.

"Empty promises... I hate people who are all bark and no bite the most." He says, with a gravely tone full of disdain. 

And suddenly it's like a staring contest. But this time there's neither winner nor loser.

"Where's Pete?"

Pol is not sure if he should answer though he somehow knows that Vegas means no harm to his friend.

"Still inside."

"Get the fuck out of here or I'll finish you off. Less Kinn's bodyguards means less threats to my clan."

"Why won't you then?"

"What?"

"Finish us off."

"Let's just say that a certain someone wouldn't like that. Be grateful."

Guess who.

With nothing more to say, apparently, Vegas turns around and walks to the main building, gun in hand and ready. You can still hear some commotion happening inside. Pol watches him go for a second before getting up to get the keys from the gravel to open the car. He checks on Arm then, looking for his pulse in the neck. It's there. Weak, but there. Pol heaves a sigh of relief. 

Getting him inside the car is not as easy at it looks but he manages to lay him down on the back seats. Pol is still not sure how is he that unconscious but he suspects he was brutally hit with something, and he worries that Arm might have a concussion since he's bleeding quite profusely from the head.

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The road is completely empty on their way back and Pol speeds through it with too little care for anything else than getting Arm the help he needs.

Pol is so focused that he swerves and almost goes off the road when his phone rings unexpectedly, strident in the silent car. 

His heart still in his throat, he answers after a few more tones ring.

"Pol, it's Pete."

"Hey... How are things there?" He asks the best he can, trying to steady his racing heart so it could return to normal.

"Calmer. I- I think we did it. The cargo is ours" Pete's voice is wavering a little, and Pol is not going to ask how they got it since he already knows. They had outside help and if Boss Korn found out he'd be anything but happy. But he won't say a thing. He's never been a whistleblower and he won't start now.

"Casualties?"

"Not many. We came prepared after all."

"Yeah..." Pol distractedly says, looking at Arm through the rearview mirror.

"What about Arm? Where are you taking him?"

"Where do you think?"

"Dr. Top? Are you sure that's a good idea?"

Pol grips the steering wheel so hard that both his hands start hurting, and he asks with his teeth clenched. "I don't have many options at the moment, or do I?"

He doesn't trust the man either but it's also true that there's nobody else they can go to. Dr. Top is as mysterious as he is a good doctor, and he'll treat Arm fairly. 

"Ok, ok. Do what you have to do."

Running a trembling hand through his thick and slightly sweaty hair, Pol exhales slowly. "Pete, Arm... he... I'm not sure if he's alive. He hasn't moved or anything since before we left. He had a pulse when I got him into the car, but it was weak. He... he may be dead for all I know and fuck, I'm not okay with that..."

"Pol, you need to calm down," Pete says softly. "It's going to be okay, you hear me? He's gonna be alright. He's one of the toughtest men I know. So stop thinking. It's definitely not helping."

"It's just-"

"No, and whatever you might want to say? Just keep it for when he comes around. Okay? Call me when you get there."

"Yeah."

"Pol."

"Yeah, alright. I'll call you."

"And... ?"

"Stop thinking. I got it the first time, Pete."

"Just in case you forgot."

"Right... See you."

"See ya."

Then Pol hears a "Vegas, what the f-" and suddenly the line is cut off. 

He doesn't move or says anything for a while, but the silence becomes too much and he feels the need to fill it.

"Vegas came to help... Can you imagine? That sadistic bastard helping us... Well, more like helping Pete." Pol mumbles, looking in the rearview mirror from time to time. "He saved my life. I'm not sure if I should be grateful or scared. I owe him, big-time." He doesn't know what comes into him but in a flash, Pol hits the steering wheel quite violently. "Fuck, Arm. Talk. Open your damn eyes. Can you at least hear me?" Regret washes over him the second he explodes. "I can't believe I'm doing this... I'm sorry. Fuck. I'm sorry. I should have been there for you sooner. If you die...” Don't you dare die on me.

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The Anakinn residence comes into sight, imposing and in complete darkness except for the lights on the front facade. 

Next to it, Dr. Top's house lies. It kinda looks like a cabin and it has all the comodities and necessities but if he lives there is basically because it is in his contract. Other than that, he comes and goes at will. No questions asked.

Getting out of the car Pol opens the back door to take Arm out. He doesn't even care about leaving the car open since it's not his and carries Arm bridal style towards the house. The entrance light turns on before he reaches the wooden door and it opens, showing the doctor in silky maroon pajamas. He's the definition of tall, dark and handsome. That's probably why Boss Tankhun and Vegas' brother Macao are head over heels for the man.

"Sleeping, Doc?"

The man smirks for a microsecond and urges Pol to get inside. "Leave him on the dining room table." He quickly follows the orders. It was like someone had told the doctor that they were coming because the table was clearly prepared for an emergency. Leaving him there, Pol steps back. That's when he takes a moment to evaluate Arm's state by himself. He's too damn pale. But other than that he looks like he's sleeping.

"Can you tell me what happened to him?" The doctor asks while checking Arm for vitals and shining a light into his eyes.

"I don't really know. I wasn't even close when it happened." Pol explains. "But I guess he was hit with some kind of weapon or thrown against something..." He stops talking, swallowing hard when he notices that his voice is breaking.

"It must be a concussion... Has he been unconscious the whole time?" 

So I was right. Pol nods, not trusting his voice just yet. 

"I'm gonna need you to be vocal, Pol. Get yourself together and talk."

"Y- yeah, he's been like that since I found him lying on the ground."

"That wasn't so hard, was it?"

Pol clenches his fists. Son of a...

"Okay, you can wait outside. Drink some water. Eat something. Do whatever you want, but get out of my sight."

"What? No-"

"Yes, Pol. You're making me uncomfortable, and you don't want Arm to suffer the consequences, right?"

Frowning and still with his fists clenched, he barks a resounding negative, storming out of the dining room after glancing at Arm for a brief second.

If he lets himself get carried away and closes the door with more force than necessary nobody can really blame him.

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Pol doesn't know how much time he spends sitting on that awfully orange colored sofa, but he's been dozing off for a while, his eyes opening and closing non-stop. 

But he knows he obviously lost the battle when he's startled awake by a hand shaking him. His own grabs that hand determined to get it off him in the worst way possible but he's promptly stopped by a familiar voice calling his name. "Pol, it's me."

Pete's delicate face welcomes him when he opens his eyes. "Pete. You're here." Surprise follows and he sits upright. "Why are you here? I thought you were with V-"

"He dropped me off and went back to work. He's got some unfinished business to attend..."

"Yeah, I can only imagine." Pol snorts, running a hand through his hair and clearing his throat. He feels it scratchy, like something got stuck there.

"Have you drank or ate anything? I don't want to be that person but you look bad..." And it must be true when his friend is looking at him in such a worrisome way. He doesn't even get upset for not having called him.

"I just can't... I feel like throwing up every time I think about it. Arm..." The reality hits Pol in that exact moment he remembers why he's in the state he is in. "Fuck. Arm. Pete, how is he? Do you know? Has the doctor talked to you? Is Arm... ?"

"Stop. Man, you're freaking out and that's not going to help either of you," Pete tries to calm Pol, taking his hands between his. "He's alive. He's fine. But he's not waking up. Dr. Top said that it'll probably take some more time for him to come to his senses. He also said that he's suffering from a severe concussion and that he's lucky he has no brain damage. So it's just a matter of time until he..."

"I want to see him." Pol declares, getting up in such a rush that it desestabilizes him for a second.

"You're going to hurt yourself even more. So stubborn..." Pete mutters, frowning while holding him by the elbows. "Has Dr. Top checked you up? Ah, don't bother answering. I already know what you're gonna say. Sit, for fuck’s sake."

"I need to see him," Pol almost begs. He just wants to see with his own eyes that Arm is alive. Is that so hard to understand?

"No, it's not." It's almost as if his friend had read his thoughts but he just said it aloud. "You know, it should have come as a surprise... but it just makes perfect sense. You are always together, and don't let me get started with those meaningful stares and little touches... Say, when you do you think it all started?"

"What do you mean?" He's still not ready to admit it out loud. Not if he can help it. So he chooses to play dumb instead.

Too bad Pete doesn't think the same.

"When did you fall in love?"

"You're being more nosy than usual..."

"I'm just curious."

"Should I ask you the same then? About you and that... man?" Pol answers back, quite forcefully.

Pete stills for a moment, with his eyes being the only thing giving him away. "I guess I deserved that one."

Feeling bad, Pol quickly backpedals. "No, I'm sorry. I just don't want to talk about it. It's not the moment nor the place."

"You're right," Pete shrugs sending him a tiny smile. "But don't think this is over."

"Oh, trust me. If I know you, and I think I do quite well, I just know you're not dropping it out anytime soon."

"Just delaying it. Because you look awful and I pity you."

Pol can barely contain a laugh. Pete is that good. He's a ray of sunshine among the darkness that lives within them. Even when he's had it really bad himself. Being a ball of happiness is his greatest charm.

"Okay, jerk, now make yourself useful and take me to him." 

“Methinks you should ask nicely,” Pete pouts, obviously faking being upset.

“Well, me thinks you're being ridiculous.”

“Ah, you're no fun...” Sighing, Pete puts an arm around Pol's waist, and he instinctively puts his right arm around Pete's shoulder as support. "Alright then, I'll take you to your lover boy. He's rocking the Sleeping Beauty look, let me tell you."

"I'm telling him once he wakes up."

"Oh yeah? Then I'll tell Boss Tankhun to punish you later.

Pol snorts. "As if I hadn't had enough beatings for two lifetimes..." 

"At least you weren't almost killed like a million times. Those guys were ruthless. The bullets kept coming and I thought I was a goner."

"You don't know the half of it," he mutters shaking his head, remembering how Vegas had saved his ass. Probably the same way he had saved Pete's if you think about it.

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It seems like while Pol was asleep Dr. Top had moved Arm from the dining room to the guest room that was next to the kitchen and the toilet. Not by himself, of course, but with Pete's help. 

The bedroom is neither big nor small, and it looks cozy with that warm wall decor paper beige colored with golden motifs. There are some paintings and portraits here and there, and a wardrobe in the bottom right corner, not too far from the full sized bed. 

Arm lies there, still a bit too pale but he doesn't look like he's dying anymore. Pete was right in his Disney comparison and Pol cracks a smile.

"Whistle if you need me. I'll be in the living room." Pete interrupts his train of thought and he just nods, following his friend with his gaze as he leaves the room and closes the door behind him. 

Turning around, Pol walks to the bed and sits on the right edge, facing Arm. His hand moves before he can think about it and he places it over Arm's heart. His heartbeat is steady and Pol closes his eyes to calm himself. They're both safe and together. Together... As if the touch was burning him he removes his hand from Arm's chest.

"I'm going crazy... There's no other explanation." Pol sighs, running a hand through his hair as a nervous gesture. "You really need to wake up, Arm. That doctor freaks me out and I don't like the thought of you spending the night here. I want us to go home."

It's right then when Pol notices that Arm's hand is palm up on the sheets in a clear invitation. After clenching and unclenching his fist a few times, he closes the distance and grabs Arm's hand with his own, lacing their fingers. He's almost tempted to kiss the back of his hand, but what he does is leaning towards Arm to whisper in his ear in a soft tone: "Are you going to leave me hanging? I didn't peg you as a cruel man..."

At first Pol thinks it's his brain playing tricks on him or maybe a muscle reflex but when it happens again it makes him lose his breath. Something is squeezing his hand. Leaning back a little, he looks into Arm's chocolate eyes, unblinking. Awake at last.

"We're even then, because neither I pegged you as a romantic man..." His voice sounds extremely hoarse but it's like music to Pol's ears.

Wetting his lips, he smiles from ear to ear. "Ass."

This time, neither of them smile in solitude.

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Hi!

Writing this second oneshot was a challenge. It almost killed me, haha. But it was fun and I loved writing it. So worth it!

I hope you guys like it ^^

Here’s the first ArmPol oneshot I wrote. This one is a continuation. Kind of~

I’ll probably write a third one (last?) and maybe a Vegas/Pete spin-off!

Now go  give the teaser for the series some love.

Thank you! <3

~Aeriel

[migleefulmoments]

"Hahaha. A friend pointed this out. W online shops too!" What does this even mean?! I don't know anyone in 2020 who doesn't online shop besides my 80 year old grandparents because they refuse to learn how to use a computer 😂 I don't get how Will, a 30 something year old man, online shopping is worthy enough for Abby to comment on it. I'm sure Chris does it too. And Darren.

On Nov 5, Darren wrote this post and the cc fandom lost their shit.    

They decided that organizing 10 costumes for multiple events in two different states for two different people was not worthy of acknowledgment- especially since they wore several purchased costumes. They spent the next 30-ish days mocking her “online shopping skills” like the petty idiots they are and now they bring it up two months later. 

Anonymous asked: this is funny, C posted a photo of beard, D posted photos with the beard. Almost like they were sitting next to each other and saying “ok ok I will say this”

ajw720 answered: The only difference, C controls his SM and the bearding, D does not, but they knew the Halloween post was coming when C posted his belated b-day wishes (not that he acknowledged they were late).  

It really is, if you can remove the very human, tragic element, like a script for a really bad D Movie.  C posts “Happy Birthday, Babe!” a day after the man’s actual b-day and “D” praises his fake bride for MAKING TEN costumes.  Sure praise her if she actually designed them and sat with her sewing machine.  No, she went online and ordered things (I doubt she even went to a store).   And 3 couple costumes were cheap frankly.  The only thought was how narcissistic she could be in their execution (as @flowersintheattic254pointed out even the Mario costume had  a reason, it was a reminder of Japan and the fake encagement by referring to the ad that paid for their trip there).

And seriously how are people not questioning that she spent the entirety of her month picking TEN costumes?  Who has time for this?  I know, i know, a person whose only role in life is to play fake plus one.

I am just so tired by D in particular being utterly dragged down by the useless dead weight by his side and his team’s sole ambition to promote her and make her sound like a decent person.  

If they wanted to praise her, maybe they should have forced her to participate in the zero waste initiative instead of sitting drinking by the pool or have her volunteer to help young girls who have been kicked out of their homes, or have been raped.  Or pick any cause and truly volunteer her time to promote it.  If she is not going to actually get a job and pursue a career, please force her to do something that is actually of value and contribute something good to the world. But to praise her for picking TEN costumes?  

Praise that comes from a man who this year alone won three awards, is starring in a show he created and wrote the music for, has his first big movie premiere this week, is exec producer and star of a huge show on N/etflix, just announced his starring role with 2 A++ lists actors next spring on Broadway, celebrated the 5th anniversary of the festival he created, volunteered his time for the zero waste initiative, performed at several charity events, and was just yesterday name limited series actor of the decade.  Where is the praise for him from his “bride”?  He at least deserves it.

How do they not see how ridiculous it is for someone with D’s accomplishments in 2019 alone praise a person for purchasing TEN costumes for Halloween?  And stans, how do you accept that this is right or normal.  You really know nothing about him and have such little respect for him as a person if you continue to accept the character his idiotic team has created on his behalf.  It is so far from the person he is and that he generally holds himself out to be when given the opportunity.  

This isn’t about being a “gay fetishist” or “hating woman” this is about wanting for D to be fairly and accurately represented and no longer forced to participate in this stupid, life sucking game to promote a person that contributes absolutely nothing to the world.  If you want to have a strong female role model, there are so many, i’ve talked about a few in the past few days (thus far Nancy, Lea, and Phoebe) and will continue to do so, but please stop worshiping a person whose sole reason you are speaking about her is her connection to D, even if you refuse to accept it is fake.  

klainecentric Finished reading the funniest ig story of the day, the qween being praised for sitting in front of either a sewing machine or computer...bravo your majesty qween....your my hero well done.👏👏. And all I can think of is how irrelevant the statement D made about being an emotional horder, being a very private person and finally D saying he's lazy when it comes to social media, I'm internally screaming in frustration because yeah we know D wouldn't have written a post praising that lazy good for nothing waste of space but he's coming across as a lier and it's extremely damaging to his character as a person. I absolutely hate lying and every time another "private" moment is posted to the world is another small piece that's chipped away from what D has originally stated about privacy. PBB, nobody cares about your cheap arse highly flammable costumes you buy online, did you forget about your piano baby adult strip club. I'm sure there are still plenty of people out there you can hire to rub and flaunt their flanges all over the beer taps, why don't you keep busy on that instead. If you want to make costumes, I'm sure you can sew some mighty fine titty tassels together. It'll be cheap nasty, sound familiar.

souly So, let me get this straight. We should all praise a person for going online, looking up different costumes in online stores, putting those in their shopping basket and hitting “buy”? Because I do that at least once a week with other stuff. Do I get praised for that now? Pretty please? I’m doing good work there and buy a lot of stuff, therefore I must be the best person ever!

notes-from-nowhere You’re my Queen. Please, love me.

souly

(I think I got it right. I’m getting the hang of what said person is doing. Wheee! ;))

notes-from-nowhere You nailed it 🤣

ajw720 Yesterday I got a delivery of car food. And instead of his usual seafood mix up greats, I got him shrimp flavor. I’m awesome!!!!!

souly Oh, hey! I think we should all take pictures of whatever we bought online during the week or month and make individual posts on all of our social media accounts about it. Because, you know…

cassie1022 I picked up stuff I ordered online at Target and PetSmart. Does that count? Should I receive accolades because my cat will have fresh litter to do her business on?

souly Only if you post the pictures to prove it! ;)

ajw720 As soon as I get home. Pictures forthcoming. Shrimp cat treats and I also got a burgundy blanket for my new comforter!!! Life goals!!!!!!!!!!!

souly Okay, so, let’s see… What did I buy online during the past month that can be shared as pictures? Some things are gifts, so I obviously can’t post anything about those yet. But I think these here are safe.

Let’s start with one of my fav new shirts. (Excuse the grainy quality. I had to quickly edit it for privacy reasons. :p And yes, that’s a butterfly mirror.)

The rest are behind the cut to save your dash from drowning in too many pictures. ;)

cheekyface72 You’re my queen from now on…

ajw720 I think emmy/sag/gg/CC winner DC should write a post @soulypraising your awesome, amazing, unparalleled online shopping skills!  You earned that praise.  That cat toy is particularly spectacular.

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Just A Taste of M’s Amazing Online Shopping Skills that are worthy of such Praise

ajw720

Super Mario with inflatable Dragon $54.66 (x)

Princess Peach $78.99 (x)

chrisdarebashfulsmiles. i can’t

flowersintheattic254. When you add the fact that the wedding was sponsored so heavily, and her history of outfits I think it shows Mi@rren is something that’s always been done very much ‘on the cheap’.

From work vacays (honeymoon included), RC ‘glue gun’ looks, thrift shoes and subsidized weddings.

It’s BUDGET BEARDING!!!

leka-1998. It’s not worth more than this, that’s for sure.

notes-from-nowhere  We are so ungrateful. She worked hard to find the gloves.

I bet she had to click on another link to find them. She deserves another accolade.

ajw720 @flowersintheattic254 Budget Bearding!  I LOVE It! (and something tells me D’s SW costume in particular was far cheaper than either of these).

souly That Snow White dress can be found for about $25 in a ton of online shops. I stumbled upon it even before Halloween way too many times. 😂

@notes-from-nowhere The plush question mark block can be found in a couple online stores like this one. She simply glued it onto some gloves - or asked L to do it with that glue gun of hers.

flowersintheattic254 Well funnily enough I think we may have confirmation that 🚽🚽 glued on the puppies so I guess YES to the question mark block too!!!

cassie1022 They can’t even glue things properly. Why am I not surprised?

leka-1998

SW

So, so amazing. Bow to the kween and her not so helpful helper.

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There are lots more...I figured enough of your brain cells died reading the ones I posted.  On Nov 30 she is STiLL bringing it up”

Anonymous asked:

Whenever I see miarren gifset they always use the same quote underneath (the rolling the windows down quote) and at first I rolled my eyes and thought uh not that quote again, and I can't believe it took me this long to realise it's because there is literally no other quote that can be construed as loving. You can hardly put down "she's a big girl" whenever you make a set of gifs with M beaming and D looking like someone murdered the dog he's allergic to.

ajw720: And I love the Emmy quote as it was an absolute reference to his character who was a psychopath. Pretty telling if you ask me. But that reference is over their heads.

And pretty much the only one. Guess saying he’s a ball and chain kind of guy isn’t romantic. They can’t even take pooping exes as he clearly steered the conversation away from her. Lovely lady of many moons? Nah she sounds like a stranger. Saying nothing changes after marriage? Sounds boring. It’s a struggle. But hey she’s an excellent online shopper that he done got hitched to!!!

[mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune]

I'm Only Posting To Share This Link To Owl House Petition (And Say I Found ANOTHER Toxic-Religious Person)

I wasn’t going to post anything until a few more months....

but this needs to be said........

The Owl House NEEDS another Season,

it's bad enough what happen to Wander Over Yonder.

and yeah to me it sucks what happen to the Realm of Magic in SVTFOE, I mean Stars family MISUSE the magic and then Star decides to put the full blame on the magic,

instead of her two-faced Mom....that is scapegoating.

I still love SVTFOE and even MLPFIM and even Steven Universe and Steven Universe Future.

but at least I can point out that the characters in it, can be pretty messed up in their so called view of justice.

and if it turns out that Owl House is being cancelled because of a certain reason....

then maybe it be best if Cartoon Network took it away from them.

yes I'm a little bit annoyed with Cartoon Network too, with the whole non-stop Teen Titans Go,

but at least that show has hope to stop before it becomes just as bad as a cartoon that is on Nickelodeon....the same one that was suppose to end after the show’s creator died, and it turns out that the said show’s creator wanted the show that is Spongebob to end, but after he died the people who run Nickelodeon went against his wishes....and some of us had no idea until now.

the show is still good, but the non-stop broken marathon had put me in a bad place before....and made me have some dark thoughts.

I don’t mind watching Spongebob once in a while, but I don’t want to too much after having to put up with it for some months.

here is the link to the petition for the Owl House

https://www.change.org/p/disney-don-t-cancel-the-owl-house-diversity-is-important-give-us-season-4

I also want to say, that at first I wanted to watch to make sure I was mistaken....

that the girl who had the video titled

A Christian's Response To Disney Debuting First Bisexual Lead Character

as I thought I was misunderstanding, but the more I heard her....

I found out that I wasn’t mistaken........she’s one of THEM.

disgusting filthy insensitive.....and she DARES call what she was feeling some kind of......I HATE Her so much, even if we are lucky that NOT all Christians think the way she does.....but it still peeves me off.

even if I wanted to go by Neo-Christian/Ma-Acolyte,

but then started to having thoughts of no longer going by Neo-Christian, but just Neo-Spiritual instead.......

I think I have decided to no longer go by Neo-Christian...

I can still believe that there are still good people who go by Christian or Neo-Christian.......but I’m just so mad at that person.

does she even realize that even with some same bio-sex couples,

sure she pretty much points out that a “Man and Woman are a normal couple”

so wait what does that leave me...?

I mean yeah I had figured out that I am more of a Female and Nonbinary,

and started to go by Gyno-Agender, and I feel I am in a Chrysalis Stage right now and might just go by Feminine-Nonbinary and still go by She/Her.

and even if it might turn out I might be Intersex, even if I get a Yes to my question about that from my pendulum.

but I am still not 100% sure if I am Intersex......

when we are born either male or female, at times there will be those who will be born Intersex but still be male or female.....some Intersex bodies will be noticeable and others will not be so......the babies that aren’t notice to be intersex after they are born, are the lucky ones....

and I’m sure some knows what could happen to the unlucky ones...

but they will only be unlucky, if their parents aren’t inhuman jerks who take the choice away from them.

no matter if I’m a Earth Angel or not, but that girl should just shut her trap.

yeah even if it’s okay for someone to be free to say what they want,

and not everyone has to agree with them but try to respect the differences.

but that Toxic-Christian is going TOO FAR........

not everyone is a Toxic-Christian, or any type of Toxic-Religious person.

and the Semi-Toxic Religious types have a chance to change, I think...

NOT ALL MAGIC IS EVIL WITCHCRAFT you insensitive prick.

I still believe in God and Jesus,

but I’m going to hope to go live with Earth Mother....

and by Mother, I mean the Goddess....

I mean yeah I can’t stand Toxic-Religious people like her....

and I had a bad experience with one a few years ago,

who kept misusing the words “may the lord have the mercy on you.”

just because I believe in a Goddess now too......

I have to be in the Neo-Religious closet, Gender Identity closet

and the whole being Aroaceflux closet......

I know I said this before, that I wanted to come out to my family

well to my Mom, about being a Asexual Flux........

but it didn’t work out because when I wanted to get her thoughts on what she thought about Asexuality, her answer made me decide to NEVER tell her.

as well as after I did get the answer from her, and her thoughts.

I went to my room, and ended up crying.

    it hurt knowing I can’t tell my family....because they are stuck in their ways....

and might only be only a Semi-Toxic Religious......if it’s Semi, it’s not so bad.

it’s the full toxic ones I can’t stand....

there are some things that are really REALLY messed up...

I mean Mary Magdalene was NOT a prostitute for one,

that was just a big fat lie....

I really need to listen to some comfort music right now....

because of that person.

right now I’m listening to Born Without A Heart by Faouzia, right now.

I had finished listening to F**k You by Lily Allen....

once again everyone has a right to their own opinion,

but there is some things you should NOT cross the line of.

that person did just that.......

also I know a person like her, would probably make me feel bad...

I mean yeah I ran into her kind before.......a toxic-religious person,

who even if you try to tell them how bad they are making you feel,

and making you cry....because of you believing in a Goddess too or if you happen to see yourself as both Binary and Nonbinary....

but no matter how much you try, it doesn’t get through and they will keep doing it.........I really can’t stand her......I only found out about her and her video, and I already really hate her.......

I’m sorry, but that is just how I feel....I really REALLY hate her.

and no matter if you are religious or atheist, I’m sure you might think she was taking it too far....

it’s not like she is the type to believe in Earth Angels,

or the fact that some percent of them will be born as Nephalem....

and just in case I might be a Nephalem....I do have a plan to get certain gem to block any dangerous powers that might end up appearing....

I did get a Yes when I asked “Archangel Azrael, am I a Earth Seraphim.”

to my pendulum....I asked that other times before, and when I asked it again just now....I got another Yes.

I even asked if I am a Demi-Succubus, got another Yes.

but I wasn’t a Succubus when I was a baby,

babies no matter what bio-gender they are, they don’t start out as a Incubus or succubus....when we are babies, we start out as Cambion...or in my case I was a Demi-Cambion......

but Demi-Succubus, aren’t like the OTHER Succubus....

because of the mix Spiritual/Soul Heritage,

it is possible for a Earth Angel to end being a Demi-Succubus.

unlike the normal Succubus, such sexual energies

that can be given off by others can be harmful to Demi-Cambion,

which is what a Demi-Succubus

(or Demi-Incubus, if there are any.) starts out as before they fully mature.

anyway any form of sexual energies that either it be from a teenager or adult, that kind of energy that is given off

even if they are just standing a few feet away or maybe in another part of the room from the Demi-Cambion Child...

it can be dangerous and can cause the Demi-Cambion to have a seizure.

if the Demi-Cambion is a Earth Angel as well, there can still be another reason for the seizure to happen.

such as the negative energies that either people or a place is giving off,

the best thing is to move to a place with less negative energy.

and perhaps get some gems to act as a protection against not just the sexual energies, but also the negative energies.

also when a Demi-Succubus does become a Mature enough, they might end up dream walking without really meaning to.

but instead of the dreamer they walked into the dream of being in danger,

it is the Demi-Succubus.

who will be in a type of trance caused by the other dreamer, this power is normally caused by a Succubus or Incubus,

who will use their powers to put a Human who is in their dream into a type of trance just to take what they need from them.

but as for a Demi-Succubus, it might be the other way around....

the only way for a Demi-Succubus to protect herself or themself,

is it possibly get a Dream-Catcher, well before I got the big dream-catcher I have now...well to me it seems to work so far, and that is what I believe.

I became self aware of what was going to happen in a dream I was having,

lucky the dream changed...

but I didn't want to go to sleep after what could of happen, so I had tried to keep myself awake until I got a Dream-Catcher to protect me.

and well I know before that happen,

I think I might of had a encounter with a Incubus, I know I was on my back and it was really dark and I was like between awake and asleep.

and I felt something that was too real and it scared me fully awake....

after that happen I had to get some extra protection so it didn't happen again.

it's fine that not everyone believes in this stuff.

        I mean if others want to believe it, it should be because they want to

and be the free will of their very one to do so.

and not forced into it.

it’s not likely that toxic-religious girl will agree what I’m saying or understand my feelings....or why she makes me so mad.

she might too far gone into the corruption that hides in the indoctrination.

even if there are those who might be strong willed to not fall into it,

and still hold onto their religious belief,

if one is not careful they will fall prey to the darkness that hides within it....

I want to try to relax and maybe try some meditation later,

maybe after watching some cartoons and maybe after I play Mass Effect.

I think I am calming down a bit, when I first saw the video I got really mad and tried to think that it might be a misunderstanding and it wasn’t them that had that view........but I was wrong.

it’s a wonder why I end up being Semi-Misanthrope, I still like humanity and I know there are still good people in this world.....but it’s humans like HER that get to me....or the ones who misunderstand my words too far, the small misunderstanding is okay, but do not twist my words and at least try to understand what I was trying to say.

the reason why I gave up about trying to get people to listen,

about the dangerous of those who will pretend to be those who are discriminated because they feel different from the bio-sex they were born in,

is because those who read what I had wrote before kept missing the point and didn’t understand what I was trying to point out.

yes those who pretend to feel that way, will most likely hurt those who truly feel like they were born in the wrong body, but no matter how much I tried to my words only got twisted and misinterpreted.

if someone truly feels they don’t match the bio-sex they were born in originally,

then they should be free to be the gender identity they are on the inside.

and shouldn’t have to put up with those jerks who dare to pretend just so they can do something bad.....no matter if it’s a man or woman, it is possible to happen....and well the reason why I gave up on it, is because people kept misunderstanding and not getting what I was trying to point out.

it is possible that I’m not sure, it was the cause of a fight I had with someone before....yeah they unblocked me after we made up, but they refuse to tell me the cause of the fight so we could work it out.....and even said they would block me for good on here, if I keep asking.

well I let it get to me too much, and it didn’t help there was other stuff going on that was upsetting me before...but yeah I ended up with a second depression.

after I got fully better (and one of the signs was that how Boss Baby made me laugh.) I had figured out how messed up things were....and how things were solved wasn’t right.

I mean before that fight happen, I was having a bad time at home.

because of my older cousin and his well now ex-family...

at some point I ended up with a few months of depression.

I know before the move I tried to tell my Mom what I remembered from when I was little.......that my Older cousin forced a kiss on me, and of course she tells me he would never do that, which then made me believe that it was just a dream......a dream that was possibly a warning dream.

at least that was what I was believing......that it was just a warning dream.

if a Angel sends you a warning dream, there is some dream warnings

that should NOT be shown to a little kid....

even if I don’t remember much during that time....

                it might of been a good thing I didn't figure out that my two older cousins were

not really good people, and the male one was more dangerous.

I did try to tell my Mom about what I had remembered from when I was little, which I can only hope didn't really happen and it was just a dream that was telling me he can't be trusted.

of course after he had "hurt" his step-daughter, she finally listened when I had talked about it again.

I can't help but think, if I was listen to.....maybe he wouldn't of end up hurting his step-daughter a few years later.

but what happen when I was really little, might of not been a dream at all.....

I know what I can remember, when it did happen....it gave me not good feelings, it's like being emotionally hurt.

and if I didn't tell my Mom or anyone else before,

it was possibly because I was too traumatized

and I gave myself as type of amnesia.

and I think I was suppose to remember it, but because I wasn't taken seriously

enough and the view on my older cousin was that

"He would never do that."

I was made to believe it was just a bad dream. but I'm starting to believe it wasn't a dream at all, even if I wish it to be so....wishing it was just a warning dream.

I mean it would be pretty messed up if a Angel let that kind of warning dream happen to a little girl.

that is just messed up,

and NO Angel should be allowed to cause such a warning dream.

just have a trusted family take the child by the hand in the dream and lead them away from the dangerous family one, while the trusted family says "stay away from them, they are dangerous." that works better than what I can remember.

maybe it really did happen and it wasn't just a warning dream, and my calling it just a dream is my way to deny that it really did happen.

I have my pendulum to thank for that, making me start to rethink about it as something that might not really been in a dream that was trying to warn me to stay away from him. but because it really did happen.....

I should try to talk to my family about it sometime.

I don’t think I can believe it was just a dream or warning dream anymore.

he didn’t even hurt his step-daughter yet at all, when I told my Mom what he did when I was really little....something that she convince me didn’t happen because he would “never do that” and that I must of been dreaming, or like it was a bad dream.

well if it was a bad dream, then how come a few years later

he ends up assaulting his own step-daughter, and he is in jail for it now and I hope he stays there for the rest of his life....to me even if we might still be biologically family........to me he stop being family the moment I started to realize I was right about him....

even if I can trust some of my family,

I know now that not all of them could be trusted.......

and I was clueless to it until now.

after finding out what he did, and me bringing up again about the whole “dream” that I had forgot about until now to my Mom again.

she now believes me, that it might be a warning dream.

but I don’t think I can believe it was a dream or a warning dream anymore.

that it really did happen and it was so traumatizing I had gave myself amnesia.

it is possible when we are little,

we need to protect ourselves by burying unpleasant memories.

even ones we never saw as harmful before until we remember them and started to realize certain actions were NOT normal.

I have to accept the fact that my first kiss,

was stolen and it wasn’t a happy one.   

and after it did happen, it caused bad feelings....

I believe it might of started out when I expressed that I found boys gross.

I mean little boys and little girls will feel that way, that is normal.

what isn’t normal is being picked up and the forced kiss on the lips

and then being dropped and then the monster leaving....

and the bad feelings happen next......even if I remember only a little,

I think I might of cried...

I don’t think it was a coincidence of me remembering it.

I think I was suppose to remember it, and before my Older Cousin

had hurt his step-daughter, I had told my Mom about what he did to me.

from what I can remember.....but like I said, she told me he would never do that.

and even made me believe it was just a bad dream.....but a few years later,

he assaults one of his step-children....that is more than just a coincidence.

plus if he truly did force a kiss on me and him being way older than me,

he should of known better.

if I was listen to, maybe he wouldn’t of end up hurting anyone.

I don’t think I was around him very much after we had moved the first time to go live with my Grandpa.....which might of been good, it is possible if I became around the same age as his step-daughter (the age he hurt her.)

he might of end up doing the same thing to me.

I mean that is possible...

 I’m gonna hope another thing I asked to my pendulum

(which the question was for Azrael.) didn’t really happen

and it was just negative energy hacking my pendulum and pranking me.

at least that is what I want to believe anyway.

but then I asked another Angel about it, and I got the same answer....

I mean my pendulum does pull pranks on me, but I’m not sure if what I asked with my thoughts, really did happen....

I guess the only way I can hope for a confirming,

is to pray that he confesses to it.

I mean one of the other things that I was praying for,

that was for my Mom’s sake. had finally came true in a way.

so maybe if I hope and pray that he confesses the really bad stuff he did in the past, he will get life.

I can just try to hope that one of the things that I am worried he did and I got a Yes reply from my pendulum about it, didn’t really happen.

I don’t want to say what it is, but I’m gonna hope he didn’t.

maybe I can just hope that some hypnosis is used on him and it gets him to admit some dark secrets....

I mean that toxic-religious girl and her video,

might be bad but she isn’t as bad as him....but she is still bad in a different way, but he takes a higher level place of being really bad.

anyway I’m gonna try to do stuff to make me happy, to try to make me feel be more better after the whole toxic-religious girl and the video she put on Youtube.

if I had tried to tell her my feelings, it is not likely she would listen.

she might even do the same thing another toxic-religious person did to me a few years ago, which no matter how many times I told that other person how bad they were making me feel, they just kept misusing those words at me and I had to block them because of it.

yeah I can say that I’m really mad at that girl for that video.

but I know I can’t make her listen to reason.

I have the video on pause right now, but I will try to watch it more after I do the things I want to do to help me feel a bit more happy and less unhappy.

I also want to say that I really hope another thing I asked my pendulum,

is just one of it’s pranks.....

I'm just gonna hope my pendulum is pulling a prank about me having been in

hell in one of my past lives because of some sicko cultist...

so no matter if that happen or not, I do still hope that ANY cultist who tries to pull that same crud, will have their hands feel like they are on fire even if there is no real fire on the said hands.

I mean even if it were possible that the one protected me was Stolas

(not the Helluva Boss character, that is not the one I mean.)

until Azrael came to retrieve me....

but even if I did ask that question with my thoughts while using my pendulum, and the question was for Azrael......

my pendulum could still be pulling a prank on me.

it does that at times, like when I got really worried about someone and thought something really bad happen, I asked my pendulum and well....

I think it was just feeding off my worries and pulled a prank, so I will need to do something about my pendulum later.

like trying to make it give a truthful answer and not a lie or prank answer.

I hate those sicko cultist with every part of my being, no matter if I was given a prank answer from my pendulum or if it is true...

if that had really happen to me in a past life....

I will not forgive those cultist, they don't deserve it.

but I'm gonna just hope that my pendulum is just pranking me about that.

I mean I asked or at least tried to, ask Azrael if Stolas is protective of me....

but my pendulum could still be pulling it's mean pranks on me.

the answer I got was "Yes" but my pendulum could still be pulling a prank on me....like I said many times, it tends to do that at times.

even if half the time it can be truthful.

I'm sure I'm not the only one who went through the whole

"Pendulum Pulls A Prank Me", I haven't really used a pendulum for very long.

it did freak me out when I did get it, and it started to move like crazy.

before I learned I can ask it stuff, I had learned to make it move by my thoughts.

and I guess I have learned to program it, on how to give replies to either Yes or No, or it being both Yes and No.

my pendulum pulls pranks on me when it doesn’t give out a truthful answer.

I’m use to it happening.

before I figured out I can ask it or ask through it, or learned I can make it move where I want it to by thought.

when I had first held it and it moved, it freaked me out and I didn’t have anything to do with it until some time later.

I even decided to check again about the whole in one of my past lives as a baby, I was used as a sacrifice by satanic cultist....

the question was for Azrael, and I got another Yes as a reply. 

even if some people might think it is wrong to hope that those kind of sickos will have their hands feel like they are burning even when fire is not present.

but that is what I want to happen, even if their hands don’t really catch on fire,

it should made to feel that way....

ya know like when you forget to turn off the hot water first but when you turn off the cold water first, you end up burning your hands a little

because of the hot water.

if it isn’t a prank and if it really did happen, then I have a right to be mad at sickos like that just like I have a right not be happy with that toxic-religious girl.

 I think it would make sense that Azrael, would have to go get baby souls

that had been used in such way....just for some sick and twisted ritual.

i know it isn’t just babies that go through that,

but no matter what age it still isn’t right. 

I even got another Yes about it being Stolas protecting me before Azrael came to get me....once again, my pendulum pulls pranks on me.

and according to what I was asking, he didn’t come to get me right away.

and if it isn’t a prank and if it is true that Stolas kept me for a few years of that past life....that would mean that he acted as a adoptive parent and possibly protected me from other demons until it was time for Azrael

to come to retrieve me.

I mean I do find flowers pretty, and I do find space to be interesting.

but I don’t think my interest in it has anything to do with Stolas.

at least I don’t think so....I did get a Yes reply from my pendulum when I asked if Stolas acted like a adoptive parent to me and protecting me from other demons....

well I did find out that the one who I thought was my soul dad,

turns out to be well my soul grandpa, and my soul dad is well someone else.

even if some sicko humans do such a terrible thing,

and their victims end up going to Heck....

they don’t stay there long, because Azrael goes to rescue them.

it’s fine that not many believe that, I’m not gonna force others to believe it.

I mean like I said my pendulum pulls pranks on me.

but I’m willing to believe that Azrael does go down to that other realm

when they are send there through a ritual because of jerks.

even if it is true I already have a contract with Stolas,

but it is a adoption contract, where he became my adoptive father...

it could still possibly be my pendulum pulling a prank....

once again, NOT the Helluva Boss’s Stolas....

if it were true and not some prank, that would mean that Stolas is the adoptive father of a Earth Angel....

 I still rather go to Earth-Heaven, to go live with the Goddess.

“Heaven” might not just appear as a infinity of sky and cloud,

there can also be what appears to be Earth, like trees and stuff.

not everyone has to believe that, and that’s fine.

I rather only talk about this kind of stuff once in a while.

and talk about fan theories of my favorite video games or cartoons or movies.

I don’t know when it will be, when we will try to test my blood again

to see what type I am...

I mean the last successful try, it came out as O RH D Negative.

my Mom is a RH Negative too...but even if it did turn out that way the first time for me, I wanted to make double sure and see if it will show the same result.

but this time I figured out I do much better doing the test,

by keeping my eyes closed the whole time.

well unless when I have to open them for a little bit.

I didn’t end up feeling warm or dizzy when I kept my eyes closed.

I’m not sure if I have a slight fear of blood, I mean it might be possible I might be but it might not be that....

I plan to eat a lot of food and drink something first,

before I start that home test again that tells you what blood type you are.

as well as keeping my eyes closed just in case

what I was feeling isn’t because I needed food. 

if it comes up the same as last time, I know what some people say about that kind of blood type, which half of it could be just rumors.

I hope the next post I do on here, like in a few months....

it can just be talk about my favorite shows and ships.

I just want to hurry up and post this and just do some stuff to help me feel more happy after finding that video on youtube....

I can only hope that some of you checked out the link to the petition to save Owl House...

and I know for sure it is possible that me being a descendant

of Mary Magdalene, is just one of my pendulums pranks.

so I’m not gonna worry about that for now.

the best thing I can try to do is try not to let toxic-religious people

like that girl on youtube, get to me.

even if they get me really mad.

I do feel a little sleepy, but I think I should try to relax and try to get a bit more happy first before I go to sleep.

I am a bit more calm now after that girl peeved me off, so that is good.

I will just watch some cartoons and then later after I sleep,

I will do some meditation.

I would be surprised if this was read fully, without anyone misinterpreting any words that were said.

I will sign in later or tomorrow to check out some stuff on here,

I was able to check out a short comic about the owl house on here.

I will check out more on here later or tomorrow, ‘

but I’m not gonna post anything else until a few months.

this is a acceptation because of that girl on youtube made me mad enough to talk about it, as well as wanting to show the petition to all owl house fans.

I’m a fan of Owl House too, and I hope a lot of fans see that petition.

I hate that I grew up with Monsters, that I didn’t know were REAL monsters until I started to remember certain stuff from when I was really little. 

I hope this will be the last post until a few months, like I had plan it to be.

I’m just gonna try to relax and hope that everything works out.

I will watch some episodes first before I go to sleep,

to help me relax and be in a more better mood.

it be nice if the whole the Aliens from Mass Effect being Real in Real Life,

wasn’t a prank....but my pendulum pulls pranks on me and no matter how many times I ask it keeps giving a Yes.

even got a Yes once again about the Krogan living on Mars in Real Life.

anyway I’m gonna go now, I will watch episodes of a show first

before I go to sleep.

so see ya later and stay safe everyone.... 

[bouncyirwin]

Spilled Coffee || KakaSaku

This is a bit late @do-you-even-kakashi but here is your little gift. I hope you like it. Happy birthday 😚💖

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Sakura Haruno hummed quietly to herself as she waited in line for her coffee, foot tapping out a rhythm on the floor.

It was a good day, summer was coming to an end and the weather was a pleasant mix of sunny and cool. She finally was on a break from uni and being out in a crowd and seeing people was a nice change of scenery after being holed up in her apartment studying day and night for the past three months. The fact that she graduates after one more year was a bonus.

Of course, the good day couldn’t possibly last.

“Well if that isn’t Sakura!” The sound of her name made her look up, and oh boy, she wished she didn’t.

Walking her way was a couple she was all too familiar with. A dark haired man with black mysterious eyes and a lean strong build known as Sasuke Uchiha. Also known as her ex-boyfriend. He had his arm wrapped around a redhead’s waist. Karin Uzumaki, the name came to her without much struggle. The woman was a famous actress and a gorgeous one too.

She didn’t hate Karin, not really. It wasn’t her fault Sasuke was a cheating bastard. But she couldn’t help but resent her a little for ruining her perfect image of said man. Of course, that all was years ago, when they were still in high school.

Now, three years later, Sasuke was still with Karin. What was it that Sakura lacked, exactly? The rosette couldn’t help but wonder as she studied the approaching couple.

They were now within greeting distance and she steeled her nerves. It wouldn’t do to let him know he still had a small effect on her. “Oh, is that you Sasuke? Wow, it’s been so long!” Wish it’d been longer.

He smirked easily, guiding the redhead into line. “It has indeed. I haven’t seen you since graduation.”

Sakura hummed, mentally preparing herself for an emotionally exhausting conversation. She wondered iff she could somehow escape as soon as she got her coffee, and wished the workers would hurry up. “well, you know how life works. I’ve been busy.”

He nodded in agreement, with that same familiar smirk she once liked. Ugh, puke. “Hmm, I know. What are you studying?”

Sakura could help but smirk, she worked damn hard to get into a good university and she was proud of herself and her achievements, “medicine. Almost done with it… you?”

Sasuke shrugged nonchalantly, but there was a slight stiffening along his shoulder line, “finished law school and went back to playing football.”

Yikes, the last thing anyone wanted was for Sasuke to be a cop. That spoke of disaster.

“Yeah, maybe stick with football.” She agreed, moving to accept her drink with a barely concealed sigh of relief. “Well, I should get going, I have an appointment. Nice catching up with you.”

She was about to leave— scramble the hell out of there because his presence brought back really unpleasant memories of an insecure past-self she wished to banish— when Karin’s voice caught her attention, “go on. Invite her.”

Sakura reluctantly turned back to face the couple with a curious eyebrow raise, “invite me to what?”

“Our wedding. It’s next week.”

Sakura froze, and she had to make a conscious effort not to look like she walked into a solid brick wall. Wedding? …wedding!?

That little bastard— piece of fucking trash— asshole— little fucking— “oh. Oh, congratulations you guys!”

Her voice came out a little strained and she winced. Ugh, way to show him I’m over him.

“It would be lovely if you’d attend.” Karin said, smiling in that same pretty way she did on camera. Ugh…. “bring along a date too.”

“Um,” Sakura was a breath away from declining, claiming she needed to be on the other side of the country because she sure felt like it at that moment but then she caught sight of Sasuke’s challenging gaze and wow, fuck him, fuck that asshole, I’ll show him, “sure. I’ll be there. Just text me the details.”

She finally waved and hurried out of Starbucks. Once outside, she paused to take a deep breath and violently swear in her mind for agreeing. She was already regretting her decision— She didn’t even have a date! She’d rather die than show to his wedding with a dating. I’m a fuckin’ idiot.

“Hey, watch out!” She didn’t think this day could get worse but lo and behold, a man on a bicycle was hurtling towards her at insane speed and she barely had time to jump out of the way and avoid an early death.

Her coffee slipped out of her hold, splashing both her and nearby passerby’s pants and Sakura fell backwards, and it all seemed to happen in slow motion, much to her horror. She shut her eyes tightly, waiting for the shocking impact.

Firm arms however, caught her just in time and she and another person went crashing into the ground. Her back met something firm and warm, knocking the breath out of her and something sharp dragged across her palm causing her to she wince. She was only dimly aware of the feeling of a warm liquid trickling down her hand.

She looked down dazedly to see a piece of glass sticking out of her hand and gasped, a pained cry echoing from her throat.

“Hey— hey, are you okay?” A quiet voice rasped worriedly from behind her and she slowly turned to come face to face with…

She gasped again, and not in pain. The man holding her was Kakashi Hatake. One of her favorite authors of all time. Oh hell, apparently this day could get worse.

“I-I…” she stuttered, biting her lip to stop from letting out a pained sound. Her palm was pulsing and throbbing like there was no tomorrow and much to her displeasure, it was staining her clothes.

His dark irises slid to her palm then and they widened slightly, “damn,” he breathed reaching to carefully hold her palm up to inspect, “hey that looks pretty serious. Come on, you should go to the hospital.”

The pain had numbed her brain and she was barely aware of him lifting her up to her feet. “H-hospital?” His words suddenly registered in her mind. “W-wait, it’s fine. I'm— I’m a med student.”

He stared at her, somewhat surprised. “Med student?”

She nodded in confirmation, staggering out of his hold. She needed to get out of there, take care of her hand and hate Sasuke’s gut for the entirety of next week. And speaking of that bastard, the last thing she needed was for him to walk out and see her in her miserable state, hot coffee soaking her coat and blood dripping from her hand. “I’ll just go home.”

Kakashi eyed her disbelievingly for a few seconds before sighing in acceptance, “come on, I’ll drop you.”

She stared at him, speechless. He was even nicer than she expected, and he looked even better in reality. She’d only ever seen him on TV doing interviews about his new books. The scar running down his left eye looked even deeper face to face. She wondered how he could still use his eye… okay, she was drifting off topic here and he was now staring expectantly at her.

“Y-you don’t need to…” she stammered, embarrassed at having zoned out. “It’s a two block walk.”

He snorted and completely ignored her. He boldly wrapped and arm around her waist and began to guide her away, “don’t be silly, you’re leaking blood everywhere. I can’t leave you like this.”

Her mind was grumbling about how troublesome he was being but who was she even kidding, she definitely wanted this man’s company for a little while longer.

Kakashi walked her to his car, a shiny black thing that was rather enchantinh. She had no idea what kind it was, she really wasn’t into cars. But it looked nice, and the seats felt even nicer. She gave him the directions in a daze, her eyes roaming his side profile, mapping every detail.

His hair was darker than it looked on TV. In every interview she watched it was almost white, but looking at it now, it was a platinum shade that really complimented his pale complexion.

Faint freckles dotted his nose and cheeks and why wasn’t he a model, anyway?

Sakura stumbled her way out of the car when Kakashi parked outside her building and to her doorstep, aware of said man following her, looking ready to catch her if she fell.

They made it up the six flights of stairs and she fumbled for her keys until they unlocked her door, her fingers now shaking in pain.

She faintly remembered her manners and she turned to him as she hurried towards the kitchen, “make yourself at home!”

Once inside the familiar walls of her kitchen, she retrieved her first aid kit and got to work, grunting in pain as she extracted the glass shard from her skin.

He showed up just as she drenched her hand in antiseptic. They both winced.

The silver-haired man moved to inspect her work. “Will it need stitches?” He asked curiously, a hint of worry in his tone.

Sakura shook her head. “No, I just need to wrap it up.”

He nodded and watched her work. A few moments passed before he broke the silence, and sounded a little awed. “I didn’t imagine you were a doctor, what with the pink hair.”

She felt her cheeks flush slightly but didn’t look up from her injured hand as she wrapped it up, “it’s just pink hair, it doesn’t impair my ability to learn.”

He nodded absently. “Well it’s nice that you can take care of your injuries by yourself. I wish I could. I hate hospitals”

Her mouth quirked up and she comforted him, “I don’t do this often. I rarely get injured, but today’s just a bad day it seems.”

“Something happened?” He wondered, and when she raised her eyebrow, amended, “other than this I mean.”

Sakura sighed dejectedly and got into explaining her morning. “I ran into my cheating ex-boyfriend and his fiancé. He invited me to his wedding. And I don’t have a date. I really shouldn’t have accepted.”

“Then why did you?” Kakashi arched a questioning eyebrow and she was momentarily distracted by how attractive that simple action was.

“Because… I don’t want him to think I’m not over him or something.” She muttered embarrassedly and got up. “I’m going to change,” she announced, looking down at her coffee stained clothes. “There’s tea and coffee in the second cabinet, cups in the third, help yourself.”

As she hurried to her bedroom, it occurred to her that Kakashi was a stranger—an incredibly attractive one at that—and yjag it was unwise to have strangers go through your belongings unsupervised but somehow, she didn’t mind that much. Besides the fact that she desperately wanted to jump him, the man was a living breathing legend. His books were bestseller worldwide. She doubted anyone could call themselves a thriller fan and not know who Kakashi Hatake was.

His books were turned into movies, and he even acted in one of them. It was almost disorienting being in the presence of someone so great and successful.

She made a quick work of shedding her clothes and replacing them with a clean red dress that reached her knees.

When she made it back to the kitchen, she found him by the kettle heating some water, back facing her. The sight of his muscled shoulders was definitely distracting. She could almost see every detail, every dip and corner of his beautifully contoured body beneath his tight shirt.

He turned and smiled almost sheepishly at her when he noticed her there. Ridiculously, her stomach knotted.

He pointed at a blue book on top of her microwave as he stated. “You read my work.”

She wondered why he looked surprised. Most people read his work. “Yes. I love your work.”

He grinned in that way she was sure gave a few females a heart attack along the way. What with his sharp canines and dimple, “what’s your favorite?”

“Um,” she paused, going over her mental list of every book of his that she read. It really was hard to pick a favorite, “I really liked House of Crows… Will Of Fire too.”

“Ah,” he said, almost delighted, “my old work.”

“I like your recents too,” she assured, “especially Icha Icha, I didn’t think you’d ever write romance.”

“How badly did I fail?” He joked easily, turning to pour water in his tea cup.

“Oh hush,” she rolled her eyes. Silly man, it was a bestseller. “It’s awesome. I’m glad someone is continuing Jiraiya’s work. It was really unfortunate he quit.”

Kakashi shrugged and admitted, “he asked me to continue his work— his wife isn’t too fond of his more… lewd literature.”

Sakura snorted and moved to get herself a cup and a teabag, “too bad. But hey, you made them even better so I ain’t complaining.”

Kakashi smiled as he took a sip of his tea, “honestly I’m facing somewhat of a writer’s block lately. Everyone is demanding a new Icha Icha book but I’m not very inspired. I hate repetition. I want to write something different.”

Sakura poured herself tea and turned to regard the incredibly sexy man in her kitchen. How desperate is she that she almost entertained the thought of him having her on the table… “take your time. A good book is a well-thought out one.”

He hummed thoughtfully. He then started, “oh, wow, I didn’t get your name?”

Sakura couldn’t help but laugh, “right, it’s Sakura.”

“I’m Kakashi… as you already know.” He said with a slight awkwardness that was really funny coming from a man who’d written and published erotic novels.

He was slowly proving to her he wasn’t all what he showed in interviews. He always looked so self-assured and confident. And yet, here he was in her kitchen, smiling almost bashfully at her.

“Let’s make a deal.” He suddenly said, almost seeming like he’d gathered his thoughts. “If you let me… base my next character on you— forgive me but you’re just terribly intriguing— I’ll… accompany you to your ex’s wedding.”

Sakura nearly dropped her tea cup. Her mouth fell open and she stared at him in astonishment.

He hastily began to apologise, thinking he’d offended her but she quickly interrupted him, “you’d do that? You’d be my date if I just let you base your character on me?”

Kakashi paused, eyes wide in surprise, probably at her acceptance of the idea, “well, yeah… it’s a big deal to me. Just like your ex’s wedding is a big deal to you.”

“Nice.” She grinned and hopped onto the counter, excitedly, “please feel free to then. I expect a nice male protagonist.” Preferably you.

Kakashi threw his head back and laughed. “You got it.”

//

The next week blurred by, and Sakura saw Kakashi every day. A sudden bout of inspiration appeared to have hit him and he started spending more and more time with her, claiming that talking to her is keeping his inspiration running.

She really didn’t mind, he had a brilliant mind and she immensely enjoyed bantering with him. In that single week they seemed to have built something like a friendship with the undertones of sexual tension.

Sakura tried to convince herself that only she was aware of that tension because there was no question when it came to wanting to jump his bones but hey, you can’t blame her, he was a really attractive man. However, she could’ve sworn she’d sometimes catch him staring at her mouth like he might lunge over the table and kiss her. She surely wouldn’t have minded.

She held onto his arm as they walked into the reception. It was packed and overflowing with people dancing and drinking themselves into a stupor. Strangely, it didn’t feel as bad to be there anymore, especially with the company of someone like Kakashi.

She led him to where Sasuke and Karin were greeting people.

They both stared at the silver-haired man next to her, looking almost gobsmacked as she introduced him as her date. “Sasuke, Karin, this is Kakashi. Kakashi, these are Sasuke and Karin.”

Kakashi nodded politely, a small charming smile tilting the corner of his mouth, “congratulations. I wish you happiness in your marriage.”

They continued to stare until the silver-haired man quirked an amused eyebrow.

“A-ah, forgive me but… are you Kakashi Hatake?” Sasuke asked, eyes drifting between Sakura and the tall man holding her.

“The one and only.” Kakashi winked and Sakura had to admit he surely could charm about anyone. “I’ll see you two around, yeah? It was nice meeting you. Come on Sakura, I’ve been dying to try that strawberry tart.”

Sakura giggled, following him away. She gave him a thumbs up when out of the newly wedded couple’s view. “That was perfect. I can’t thank you enough.”

“You sure you don’t want to make out where they can see for the final touch?” He teased lightly, but something in his eyes told her he wasn’t entirely joking.

Her heart pounded. It was moments like this that convinced her the silver-haired man found her attractive, too. “That would make a terribly convenient Icha Icha scene wouldn’t it?” She raised a challenging eyebrow despite the heat pooling in her belly.

Kakashi paused and now they were at the edges of the room, next to a pillar and was it just her or was Kakashi backing her into a corner? “Hmm,” he hummed contemplatively. “It depends on whether I would have to drag you back to the car and peel this lovely dress off.”

His voice dropped to a smokey whisper and her breath hitched. She hadn’t realised how badly she wanted him until she could practically feel the heat radiating off his body. His hands landed on her hips and he gently pressed her against the wall, keeping her hidden from view.

“And then what?” Her voice wobbled slightly as she felt his hot breath on her face, electrifying her skin.

She felt his hand on the exposed skin of her thigh, where the slit of her dress extended all the way up to her hip. “And then,” he murmured, their noses almost brushing together. His thumb traced the waistband of her panties, “maybe find out if you taste as nice as you look.”

He swallowed her gasp as his mouth captured hers in a hungry kiss and she couldn’t help the embarrassingly needy moan that escaped her as his hot tongue traced her lower lip and slipped into her mouth to tangle with her own in a heated dance.

The sound of the wedding faded from her ears to be replaced by the sound of her heart pounding in her chest. His hand traced her sides, pinching her hips closer to him so that their bodies pressed together.

Sakura was about to completely lose herself to the raging fire in her body when Kakashi pulled away from her, lips kiss-swollen and eyes mischievous and dark with something that made her toes curl. “So… car?”

This man was going to be the death of her. “Definitely.”

[mikkeneko]

The conclusion, for now, of the ‘Blackwall’s cover gets blown by the actual Grey Warden in the Inquisition’ saga. There may be a few more Anders and the Inner Circle vignettes later, but they won’t specifically deal with Blackwall. (Probably.)

( Blackwall | Cullen | Cole | Dorian | The Iron Bull | Hawke | Sera | Vivienne |  Blackwall II | Leliana | Blackwall III )

Anders mounted the stairs towards the Skyhold great hall, and noticed with some misgivings that there were few other people around. A messenger had come to the infirmary not long before, asking his presence for 'the judgments of the Herald.' Yet unlike all of the other judgments the Inquisitor had performed -- including his own -- this one seemed to be private, without the general public in attendance.

 He stopped in the antechamber, arrested by the sight of the people gathered there. Blackwall was there, as was Leliana -- and, somewhat to his surprise, Iron Bull. The Iron Bull leaned up against the wall behind him, his pose and expression casual but his gaze sharp. Why had Adaar chosen to bring him into this? For support, insight, or perhaps just to make sure that Blackwall didn't run? Either way, it was hard to read past his air of affability to discern what he really thought of what was going on.

One look at Blackwall's face told him everything. The warrior didn't look bewildered, or anxious, or angry -- his shoulders were slumped, his back hunched, and the face beneath the bushy beard was wracked with lines of guilt and grief. He had the look of a broken man, who knew his fate and was resigned to it.

It was all too familiar a feeling to Anders. After a moment's hesitation, he swallowed and stepped across the antechamber to Blackwall's side. "Listen," he said, hating himself even as he did so. He'd ruined Blackwall's life, blown open his secret, probably destroyed his chances with Adaar; he wouldn't blame the man if wanted to hear nothing from Anders ever again. But still, he had to say it. "I want you to know that I'm… sorry for how this turned out. I didn't wish any harm on you, on anyone." 

Blackwall hunched down further, but after a moment, he grunted out, "I know." He looked up at Anders, his eyes dull and face drooping. "You… I don't blame you." 

"You don't?" Anders said, startled.

"No… telling her the truth…" He slumped even further. "It's the right thing to do. I should have told her months ago… I meant  to, but I just didn't have the strength. You… had the strength I lacked." 

Anders nodded; the lump in his throat blocked any further speech. He backed away, and the Iron Bull met his gaze and gave a wave of his hand like a lazy, informal salute. 

The doors to the hall opened, and they all turned to look as Josephine stuck her head out of the doorway and beckoned them inside. "The Inquisitor is ready to begin," she said, her softly accented voice struggling for a neutral tone.   

Blackwall stood up, keeping his head bowed, and trudged into the great hall. No chains for him, Anders noticed, although the Iron Bull shadowed him all the way in. For such a big man, he did a remarkable job of making himself unobtrusive, Anders thought. 

After some hesitation, Anders followed them in. The messenger had summoned him, after all; his testimony as a Gray Warden might be required. He wished Cole were here, to confirm his story if needed. 

It wasn't needed. Blackwall -- or Thom Rainier -- denied nothing. Neither the lie about his identity, nor the crimes for which he had initially been wanted. Nor was he a Gray Warden, although he insisted that he had in truth been recruited as one -- the real Warden-Constable Gordon Blackwall had met him in a tavern while on the run and decided to take him on as a recruit. During their return journey to Val Chevin, the real Blackwall had been killed by darkspawn and Rainier had made the impulsive decision to take his place. 

Anders had no trouble believing this account of things -- either that the Grey Wardens would choose to recruit a wanted criminal if they showed promising skills, that the real Blackwall was more likely to have met an untimely end at the hands of darkspawn than his prospective recruit, or that the criminal Rainier would have felt such an overpowering desire to stop being himself and start over as a new man. None of the testimony had the feel of a lie -- over the years since joining with Justice, he'd found that he could almost always tell truth from lies. Belatedly, he wondered if that ability was why Dian had asked him to attend. 

The cross-examination was brief, conducted mostly by Leliana while Adaar sat stone-faced on the throne. It was the ornate monstrosity fashioned after the flames of a pyre that Anders remembered seeing from his own judging, although it seemed today that all the energy and animation had been drawn out of the metal itself, leaving the blades of fire frozen and unmoving. 

At last the inquiry came to a close, and all present -- Josephine, Leliana, and the Iron Bull -- looked up to the Inquisitor for a conclusion. After a long silence she stirred, and her voice filled the empty hall. 

"Gordon Blackwall is dead," she said, the words ringing out like drawn steel. "He died with honor, serving with the Inquisition to defend the world from Corypheus. Word of his sacrifice will be spread across all the land." At this she glanced over at Bull, who met her eyes and nodded in understanding. 

"For obvious reasons, you cannot remain in Skyhold any longer." Her cool, stony eyes settled back on Rainier. "You must depart this keep by nightfall, and anything left behind will be destroyed on Blackwall's pyre." 

Rainier bowed his head, eyes squeezing closed. Anders saw a flicker of quick motion at Dian's through, like a gulp of air. "However..." she said. "If Thom Rainier were to come to Skyhold, seeking to lay down his life for the cause and serve the Maker and his bride in penance for his sins... then he would find a place here. If he were willing to face the censure of those whom he deceived, those he has wrongs, then he could have that chance. 

"All who seek to stand against evil are welcome. No matter your sins, Andraste makes it clear: With a penitent soul, you can be forgiven. With a brave and compassionate heart, you are not unworthy of love." 

Rainier looked up, stunned and disbelieving. Anders could sympathize. Josephine looked like she might cry, and even the Bull cracked a small smile. 

"I would recommend a change of clothes... and a shave," Leliana told him dryly. 

"Thank you," Blackwall -- Thom Rainier -- choked out, his voice barely a whisper. "Thank you, my lady… Inquisitor."

  Anders knocked on the door to Adaar's quarters, hoping that she would be willing to see him quickly; his hand was already going numb from the tin he carried. "Lady Adaar?" he called out. "It's me, Anders." 

After a moment she opened the door; her eyes were red again from weeping. "Oh, Anders," she said, sounding tired. "Come in… can I help you?" 

He cleared his throat. "Actually, Lady, I was hoping I could help you," he said. "You've had a pretty trying day." Pretty much the only one whose day had been worse was Thom Rainier; he had left Skyhold already, and the Bull's Chargers were already in the tavern beginning to spread stories of "Blackwall's" heroic death. 

Dian shook her head. "I've lived through worse. I don't know why this should hit me so hard," she said, a touch of desolation in her voice. "I tried to do the right thing, I think  I did the right thing, but…" 

Anders nodded understanding. "But it still feels bad," he said. "Missing him, knowing it's your own actions that drove him away; that you hurt the one you cared about, however necessary." 

Dian nodded. "Yes," she said, almost a whisper. "It does feel bad." 

"I don't think it would be a lot of help to tell you that you did the right thing, or try to suggest that everything will get better later on," he said. "For tonight, all you can really do is try to think of other things, and try to feel a little better." 

"How?" she said despairingly. 

"Well, that's what I brought this for." Anders held out the tin he carried, frost creeping up the sides.  An oversized metal spoon stuck out from the corner, under the lid. "Here." 

Dian took it, frowning slightly in perplexity; she moved the top off and sniffed, and her eyes widened. "Chocolate?" she exclaimed. "And… is that alcohol I smell?" 

"Well, yes, but only a bit," Anders admitted. "I had to get the chocolate from Josie, and a few other ingredients from the kitchens, but… It's an old Circle recipe, there's not an apprentice who doesn't learn it from the time they start casting frost spells. It's called creamed ice, and you can mix it with fruit, cheese, yogurt… or chocolate. In the Circles it's said that there's no better remedy for a broken heart." 

Dian smiled. She opened the tin and took up the spoon, eyeing the ladleful of brown goop with a doubtful gaze for a moment before she licked her. Her eyes widened. "It's amazing!" she exclaimed. 

Anders smirked. "What can I say, magic has its uses," he boasted. 

"It certainly does." Dian sat down on the couch in front of her fireplace, the tin seeming much smaller in her hands. She looked up at him and managed a small smile. "Thank you, Anders." 

"It was the least I could do," he mumbled. "After… all the trouble." 

"It's enough," she said. "That you cared."

They sat in silence for a few moments, consuming the cold treat in small nibbles. At length, the peace was broken by a small sniffle.

"Do you think he'll come back?" she asked, and Anders perched on the back of the couch and laid a hand on her shoulder.

"With you to come back to," he said, "I'm certain of it."

[jeremichal-archive]

If you're still doing prompts then... ”if i wasnt incredibly happy to see you i’d kick your ass” with Raychael because it's my favorite and I'm desperate for content (fahc if you can, but I honestly will take anything) ❤️

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Nonnie, honestly thank you so much for this prompt because I fucking LOVE how this turned out. So, I hope you enjoy this just as much as I do, let me know what you think!

Pairing: Raychael & Mentioned JerevinWarnings: Swearing

He’s three blocks away from the penthouse before he even realises it, feet pounding against the concrete as he dodges past the pedestrians blocking his way. It’s purely by instinct that he’s managed to end up so close to the crew again, crossing back into their territory without even thinking about it. He’d missed getting a bullet to the shoulder by pure dumb luck, jumped a fence into some suburban families back yard and hoofed it across the city with pure panic burning through his veins- and this is where he ends up?

He’d laugh if he weren’t currently running for his life.

He doesn’t actually need to look over his shoulder to know he’s still being chased, since it’s not that hard to distinguish between the frightened yells of the innocents on the street and the furious grunts that keep slipping out of the man and lady hot on his heels. They haven’t caught him yet, and that’s all he really cares about, so Ray just keeps sprinting down the street, heading straight for an awkward reunion- something that’s probably more trouble than it’s worth.

He spins left, skidding to a complete stop for a moment before he’s off again, ducking through alleys with uneven steps. It’s hard to keep balance and he almost trips a few times, but luck seems to be on his side today so each time he pulls himself out of it with minimal damage. A swift, sharp turn to the right, a long sprint down the sidewalk and then an over dramatic jump over a trash can that he ties together with an out of breath, “parkour!” gets him a few seconds of respite a street away from the penthouse. He flops against a brick wall, half curled in on himself with his hands on his knees, breath coming out in uneven pants.

They haven’t moved- the crew, that is- he’d know if they’d packed up their shit and switched bases. He might be out, but he’s not out of the loop and thankfully Tina’s pretty good at getting information out of people without needing the threat of knives at her disposal. They haven’t moved, so he’s got pretty good odds on the fact someone will bound to be there waiting for him when he climbs the stairs and spams the call button.

It’s just the question of who- and Ray finds himself pleading with fate for it not to be Michael.

He straightens himself up, throws a hurried glance over his shoulder and then lets out a loud, unabashed groan at the thought of seeing the crew again after so long. He’s fucked, he realises, because it’s not going to be a one-time thing. He’s going to see Geoff and the old man’s going to pull him into a hug. Or he’s going to see Gavin and get bullied into coming upstairs to play a few rounds of Halo together.

Or he’s going to see Michael, and he’s going to have a heart attack there on the spot and then he’ll be dead. There’s no perceivable outcome where things go smoothly, and as hard as the thought is to swallow, Ray knows he just has to fucking do it.

So attempt two comes in the form of Ray biting at his cheek hard enough to draw blood, the sound of his shoes scraping across the sidewalk as he drags his feet and the mutterings of the word, “fuck,” again and again. He doesn’t know if he’s lost his tail permanently or if they’re just waiting for the perfect moment to jump him, so he can’t spend all day out on the street, but he wishes he could.

Taking the steps two at a time, he pauses by the intercom and then just jams his finger onto the penthouse button violently, repeatedly.

buzz, buzz, buzz, buzzzzzzzzzz, buzz, buzz, buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

“Gavin! Fucking asshole, stop! Holy fuck boi, did you fucking forget your key or somethin’?” Michael’s voice cuts through the air and Ray lets his hand drop, hating the way his chest does its weird little flutter at the sound of the other man’s yelling. The breath he sucks in is shaky for another reason, but he ignores it because that’s all that he can really do. His finger pushes speaker button and when he answers he tries not to sound like he’s a fourteen-year-old boy with a crush.

“Aye, Michael. Turns out I have, dude, it’s been missing for what? A year and a half now? Definitely need to get a new one, but for now, can you buzz me up?” he says, sounding way more confident than how he actually feels. “Really can’t be on the street right now.”

Michael doesn’t answer him, and Ray’s stomach almost drops out of his ass, because he didn’t really consider the completely valid possibility of being ignored. He hovers there awkwardly for a moment, not sure if he should just leg it towards his own apartment or maybe Tina’s, but then the door buzzes open and he slips inside- not wanting to ask twice.

It’s only when he’s standing in front of the penthouse door that he realises what the fuck he’s doing and the nerves flare back to life. He’s going to see Michael again, he’s going to see his ex-best friend again after a year and a half of pining after him? He’s going to look Michael in the eye and pretend that he’s forgotten the last thing he said to him?

“Of course we’ll keep in touch man, you can’t get fucking rid of me that easily.”

Yeah, he is. He can handle it.

He kicks the door twice and tucks his hands into the pockets of his jeans, waiting for Michael to let him in. Adrenaline is still somewhat pumping through his veins, but it’ll fade soon enough and once he knows for sure that he’s safe, he’ll head back to Tina. He’ll tell her that the deal flopped, he’ll tell her how fucking cool he looked during his getaway and he’ll tell her that he talked to Michael for the first time in over a year. She’ll be… she’ll have mixed emotions, that’s the best he can say. She’ll probably call him an idiot to be honest.

He looks up when the door swings open and doesn’t bother waiting for Michael to invite him in, he shoulders his way through the doorway and catches sight of two pairs of eyes watching him from over the top of the couch. Michael lets out a huff, but Ray deliberately doesn’t pay him much attention. Instead, he shoulders off his jacket and offers Jeremy and Matt a small wave.

“Hey, assholes. Thanks for letting me up, I needed a piss,” he declares, dropping his jacket on the kitchen bench before retreating down the hallway towards the bathroom without another word. He does not need to piss, not at all, but he doesn’t think he could stomach the idea of standing there while three pairs of eyes stared at him. It’s a bit nerve-wracking to be back here, a place he used to call home, especially since it hasn’t changed a bit. He doesn’t feel like he belongs, which he probably doesn’t, but it’s too late to leave now.

A hand on his shoulder stops him from slipping into the bathroom and hiding in there for an hour, and when he spins around he’s met with the sight of Michael’s brown eyes watching him closely.

“Hey,” he mumbles and Michael’s eyes soften.

“Man, if I wasn’t incredibly happy to see you, I’d kick your fucking ass,” he replies and Ray can’t help but snort. Michael doesn’t hesitate to pull him into a hug and Ray goes along willingly, although his heart does skip a beat at the way his arms tightly wrap around him.

“I guess I’d deserve it,” he replies and the light laugh he gets in return from Michael is just a little bit too much for his gay heart to handle. They pull away from each other, but Michael doesn’t give Ray the opportunity to miss the closeness since his hand slips into Ray’s and it takes all of his control not to look down at their hands clasped together.

They’ve slipped back into their old selves so easily that Ray can’t help but let out a breath of relief.

“Yeah, you would dickhead. But to what do we owe the pleasure, huh?” Michael asks and he glances back over his shoulder. Ray follows his line of sight; Jeremy’s in the kitchen, in perfect position to watch them and with the way Michael turns slightly pink, Ray feels like he’s out of the loop somehow.

“I was being chased, deal gone wrong. But you should have seen me, Michael; I looked like a fucking action hero, parkouring all over the place,” he replies and Michael rolls his eyes. Ray grins at him and then suddenly he’s being pulled out of the hallway, a quiet, “come on,” offered as the only explanation why. But he lets Michael lead him past Jeremy and into the living room and then watches Michael sit down on the couch. He can take a hint, so he drops down onto the couch beside him, twisting his body enough so that he can kick his legs up onto Michael’s lap, who glares back at him briefly before giving in and resting his hands on Ray’s legs.

When Jeremy shuffles back in with a water bottle and a look on his face that Ray can’t decipher, Ray realises something’s up- and when he looks at Michael his suspicions are confirmed. The other man is glaring at both Jeremy and Matt as his thumb lazily rubs circles into Ray’s ankle and it’s honestly ridiculous.

“So how have things been, you know… with the crew?” Ray asks and three pairs of eyes snap back to him. His distraction seems to work, cause Michael loses his glare and Jeremy and Matt switch their focus onto him.

“Uh, we’ve just been planning different heists, I had my own one a few months ago,” Jeremy replies, shrugging and then he suddenly snaps his fingers, “Oh! We settled shit with FakeHouse, plus Lindsay’s in charge now and we’ve been trying to get in contact with a few other crews!”

“Yeah, we’re branching out,” Matt adds, leaning forward to grab the Xbox controller lying discarded on the coffee table. Ray tracks his movement with his eyes and then glances over towards the television, only now realising they must have been playing Minecraft before he showed up. Something in Jeremy’s sentence sticks with him though and he looks back at Michael, who’s watching him closely.

“Lindsay’s in charge? What happened to Geoff?” he asks and there’s just a little bit too much vulnerability in the statement that he doesn’t appreciate.

“Geoff’s fine, Ray,” Michael murmurs and Ray feels himself relax, “he’s just fucking old as dirt and doesn’t want to have to deal with all the serious shit anymore. He’s technically still our boss, but Lindsay can overrule him if she wants, not that he listens.”

“Can’t teach an old dog new tricks,” Jeremy mutters and everyone snorts.

“When are the rest of the guys getting back,” he asks and all three of them shrug, to which Ray rolls his eyes. “Fucking helpful, thanks, assholes,” he mumbles and they laugh. He knows he can’t hang around forever, he’s not a part of the crew anymore and this isn’t his home. He’ll have to head back to his apartment sooner or later, but for now, it’s nice pretending that things are still the same as they were before he left.

The rest of the crew get home an hour later when Michael has somehow manoeuvred them both so that Ray’s basically in his lap, and Matt and Jeremy have switched games three times. There's a bit of awkward silence when they pile through the door and catch sight of Ray squished against Michael, all four of them playing drawful 2. Enough that Ray considers standing up and bolting through the door, just to avoid the tension- but Michael’s arms slither around his waist as if he can read the smaller boy’s thoughts and so Ray stays. He tips his head back and meets Ryan’s questioning eyes and salutes him before looking back at the television screen.

“Should we… are we interrupting something?” Geoff mutters and Matt and Jeremy both laugh in unison and that's honestly creepy.

“No, Geoff,” Matt says.

“Nah, you give them too much credit,” adds Jeremy. Ray feels Michael tense beside him but when raises an eyebrow Michael just shakes him off.

Things settle after that, Ryan filters off towards his room and comes back five minutes later sans his skull mask and face paint. Jack settles into the couch opposite them with a small grin and Geoff lowers himself beside her, tucking himself up against her side. Gavin heads straight for Jeremy and both him and Michael tell them to get a room the second Gavin kisses him. It’s so comfortable coming back, and part of him doesn’t understand why he waited for so long to do it. Maybe he was just afraid that they’d treat him differently, maybe he was afraid that he’d be unwelcomed. But he’s not, and he realises he was right, it’s not going to be a one-time thing.

He’s going to come back, he’s going to stay for dinner and crash on the couch. He’s going to get addicted to Michael’s touch again after being starved of it for so long, he’s going to kid himself into thinking he could come back. That he could come back.

It’s that thought that makes him disentangle himself from Michael’s arms, pulling himself up onto his feet with a huff. Everyone’s eyes shoot towards him but he just grins and levels a thumb towards the door. He needs to leave, being with them is just filling his head with impossible fantasies.

“I better be heading off, gotta let Tina know the shit that went down today,” he says and he’s never seen seven faces all flash with disappointment until the moment he lets his words slip out. They don’t try and stop him, though, they just all nod and stand up to say goodbye, letting him leave without a fight. Part of him almost wants a fight, part of him wants Gavin to whine for one more game and Michael to pin him to the couch.

He ignores that part though, because that’s a dangerous thought.

He grabs his jacket from the kitchen bench and slips it on, pulling open the front door to slip out and it’s only then that he realises he has a second shadow. Michael’s behind him when he glances over his shoulder and the other man gestures for him to keep moving. Michael can follow him if he wants, it doesn’t make a difference to him, he tells himself, even though his stomach does a little flip at the thought.

They don’t talk until Ray is pushing his way out of the building and Michael is hot on his heels. He spins around, ready to say goodnight and goodbye, but Michael beats him to it.

“You’ll come back, yeah?” he asks and Ray freezes. “I don’t think I’ll be able to handle it if this is the last time I get to see you. I know I won’t be able to handle if I let myself think this is it, only for you to come back again a year later. So, I’ll see you soon, yeah?”

“I mean…” Ray shrugs, “I can try, dude. But I can’t make any promises-”

“No. That’s not good enough,” Michael spits back and Ray sucks in a breath. “You either come back, or- or you don’t,” he finishes and Ray grimaces. He doesn’t know if he has this in him again, doesn’t know if he could come back and see Michael- touch Michael- and be able to go home again alone. He knows, deep down, that being a part of the crew again is nothing more than a pipe dream. He’s not a FAKE anymore, and he likes it that way- no matter how easy it would be to slip back into his old skin again.

“I’m not supposed to be here,” he mumbles and Michael’s face morphs into one of confusion. “I left,” he continues, “I left and I’m not coming back, not like that again Michael. Fuck man, I love the crew, I love all of you guys- I love you, Michael- but I’m not coming back again. So that means I’m not supposed to be here, that means that every time I come back I’m just that little more tempted to stay.”

He falls silent, not quite sure if he wants to hear Michael’s response. He doesn’t know how to fix things, now that he’s gone and complicated things again. If he had just stayed away, took a right instead of a left and just gone to Tina’s, he wouldn’t have to face this hollowing sense of homesickness that he has no right to feel.

“You love me?” Michael asks and Ray looks up at him, forehead crinkling because when did he let that slip- fuck. FUCK. “As in, you’re in love with me?” he asks and Ray doesn’t want to be here anymore. His heart is beating too fast and he can feel his poker face slipping away, he might pass out? This wasn’t a part of the plan, this wasn’t a part of the fucking plan. He can’t lie to Michael, the other man will see right through him and honestly, saying yes isn’t a much better answer. He’s screwed, fucked, finished, done.

Michael must see the answer written on his face because he pulls back slightly as if Ray just slapped him. He levels a finger between the two of them, pointing it shakily at Ray’s chest and he says, “Okay, okay, we’re going to talk about that in a minute-”

“Oh God no,” Ray mumbles and Michael shakes his head.

“Fuck yes, we are. But, but first… you know you don’t have to be in the crew to hang out with us, right Ray? You don’t have to pull heists with us and go on jobs, you don’t have to stay with us twenty-four seven. You can stay, but you don’t have to stay,” he replies and Ray frowns.

“But… that’s not how it works Michael,” he says, “I can already feel it, I can already see it in everyone's eyes- even yours. How easy it would be to come back, how expected it would be- there's no way you’ll all be able to handle me staying for a month and then leaving for three? There's no way because sooner or later you’ll resent me for leaving. You’ll resent me for not staying like I used to.”

“Ray.” Michael takes a step forwards and it takes all of Ray’s willpower not to move back, “Having you for one month is better than never having you again,” he whispers, “and we’ll get used to it. We know we can’t keep you here, we know that expecting any different is just stupid. We’ll miss you when you’re gone, fuck yeah we will, but at least we’ll know this time that you’re coming back. You’ll come back to us, you’ll come back to me.”

Ray sucks in a breath, tilting his head back slightly. It’s too tempting, every honey dipped word that slips from Michael’s lips is too tempting. He’d convinced himself after he left that he couldn’t have the best of both worlds- it was either the crew or freedom. It was hell to choose, it was torture to walk away from his family- to take estrangement without a fight and just be free. To be able to leave for Italy without worrying if the crew thought him to be dead, to be able to take a job without clearing it with Geoff first.

Freedom was nice, freedom was everything he’d hoped it would be- but it demanded a sacrifice and he’d paid it.

“Michael,” he begs, but for what he doesn’t quite know. Michael seems to understand, though, because he closes the distance between them and pulls Ray into his arms, tucking his chin into the crook of his neck. His hands rub up and down his spine, his heartbeat is just a little bit too fast, but it’s everything Ray needs.

“You can stay,” he whispers, “or you can leave. You can do both. But you can’t do neither. You just have to choose what you want Ray, you just need to choose.”

Now that one's easy. He could answer that in his sleep.

“I want you.”

Michael sucks in a breath and Ray lets his eyes slip closed, listening to the way Michael’s heart beats faster at his words. “You can have me. You already have me...” he admits, falling silent for a moment. When he speaks again, Ray’s almost completely sure that he mishears him at first. “I love you too, you know.”

“I didn’t, so thank you...” he replies and he doesn’t have to look at Michael’s face to know he rolls his eyes. “Hey, let’s go back upstairs, yeah? You’ve still got that double bed right?” he asks and Michael pulls back enough to catch his eyes.

“Yeah, I do.”

“Tina can wait till morning. I’m exhausted, dude,” he mumbles, “let’s go to bed.” The look of understanding that flashes across Michael’s gaze lets him know all that he needs to and he smiles.

Both. He can do both.  

[artificialqueens]

But, I'm a Choir Girl? (Trixya) - thevortex (6/14)

AN: thank you to  @trixya-monsoon for being beta for a bit of this. My grammar isn’t great, thank you for teaching me your english ways.

But, I’m a Choir Girl? Part 6 of 14

Their hot, heavy breaths created misty puffs around them, as they continued their embrace. Tongues hot against each other, a warm welcome compared to the bitter cold that was biting at their cheeks. Trixie remembered her time back at her high school, how Kyle would thrash his tongue wildly against her’s and how he would graze his tongue along her neck like a dog. Now, Katya, was different. She was patient, teasing, longing out the finish. Her tongue played gently across Trixie’s, her smoker’s breath mixing with Trixie’s bubblegum to create an alluring combination that had Trixie’s mouth watering. Katya’s hands were placed in the dip of Trixie’s waist, pulling the girl onto her lap, making Trixie smile demurely into the kiss. Katya left her place at Trixie’s lips and scattered small delicate kisses across the freckles on her cheeks, making her giggle. “What if someone comes outside?” Katya shrugged. “Then they’ll see what a pretty pink sight you are.” Her lips moved from Trixie’s cheek to her neck, the soft buds of her lips puckering against the tender skin under Trixie’s ear. Trixie bit her lip and moaned softly, barely above a breath. She tugged gently at Katya’s top. “I’m serious Katya.” “Mhm so am I.” Katya growled in between little nips and gentle sucks of Trixie’s skin. Trixie giggled, battling off the thoughts in her head about how much she should not be doing this, nor enjoying it as much as she was. She wrapped her legs around Katya’s waist, pulling herself in closer to her, arching her back and neck so their bodies were pressed together, and exposing more neck for Katya to explore with her tongue. Her breath was raspy, as Katya found her sweet spot near her pulse point, sucking gently, leaving a trail of small red marks that were going to be a bitch to cover. Trixie resisted the urge to rip Katya’s clothes off, knowing that would be a step too far and would possibly cause her to catch hypothermia. “This is so bad of us Katya.” Trixie sighed, rocking her hips forwards. Katya wrapped her arms around her, bringing her closer. “Mhmm it’s criminal malysh. I’m such a bad girl.” Katya’s deep voice and her Russian accent almost had Trixie creaming on the spot. She squeezed her eyes shut, burying her face into the crook of Katya’s neck, breaking the seal between Katya’s lips and her neck. Trixie rocked her hips again, her moaning muffled. The two girls were craving the friction, and Katya grabbed Trixie’s butt, dragging her to meet her, both of them whimpering softly at the unbearable contact. They were both so desperate, but reality set in. “Trixie we’re going to miss dinner.” “You could just eat me instead?” Trixie couldn’t quite believe what she was saying. She would never have let herself say anything so compromising against her good Christian values, but every inch of her skin was screaming to be touched, every part that was being touched set aflame by Katya’s lips. Trixie would have given anything to be perpetually tortured like this. “Later, I promise.” Katya pulled Trixie back to allow them both to clash lips once more before finally departing, leaving only cigarette butts and wanton wishes behind.

The would-be couple did not think through their arrival to the dining hall. Their hair somewhat bedraggled, cheeks rosy, lipstick smudged. Not to mention they didn’t stagger their arrival. Chests still heaving, they sat down together, gaining knowing looks from the other patients. Mrs Edwards didn’t seem to bat an eyelash. They said grace, both Trixie and Katya glad to have an excuse to touch each other again. Trixie couldn’t quite believe the development herself. The first day fancying her wildly, knowing they could never be. The second day getting so irritated with her she would’ve done almost anything to avoid the girl. Now they were on the third, and all she could think about was how soft Katya’s lips were against hers. She sighed. “So, Katya, you ran off in quite a hurry. Everything alright ducky?” Jerick asked. “Da, I am okay. Parents are not the nicest. Especially Russian parents.” “That sucks. You should try Jewish parents. Considering the Nazis hated both gays and Jews you’d think they’d form an allegiance. Nope. Guess not.” He sighed and picked at his food. “Oh Trixie, you have a bit of red…” He pointed at his cheek. “..right there.” Trixie blushed furiously and grabbed a napkin, frantically rubbing at her skin to destroy any evidence of her previous antics. Jerrick’s eyes flitted between Katya and Trixie a few times, before they widened, and suddenly decided that his food was more interesting to gawk at than the two girls. Katya couldn’t help but snigger as she took a forkful of spaghetti into her mouth.

Once all of the patients had been dismissed to their rooms, Trixie couldn’t help but lie awake in her bed, hoping that she’d have a visit from a certain someone. Her head was reeling. She could still feel the ghosts of Katya’s kisses against her skin. When she touched her neck, it was still tender. Although she had previously blocked the memory of her time with Pearl, now that she had some kind of bond with Katya, she felt that it was okay. She wouldn’t ever tell anyone, God no. But being touched. Being held, and kissed gently. Having someone purr sweet-nothings into your ear was okay. You were allowed to feel wanted, needed almost. She certainly needed Katya. Her eyes fluttered closed and she arched her back into her hand, whimpering at the touch. She could imagine Katya’s breath on her as her mouth would hover over the soft mounds of her breasts that peeked above her satin nightgown. Goosebumps rose from her skin in anticipation as her nimble fingers sped up. If only Katya could see what a writhing mess Trixie was, her eyes scrunched closed, biting her own lip to stifle any moans that could at any moment erupt from her. Her hand glided across herself with ease, her thighs squeezing together as the muscles of her stomach became more and more tense. With her free hand she grabbed a pillow and shoved it over her face, shortly before gushing Katya’s name into its fabric, and permanently ruining her favourite nightie.

In short, Katya never came that night, but Trixie sure did.

The next morning was filled with hushed voices and concerned looks. Mrs Edwards was in a rage, so Trixie made an extra effort to bustle her curls generously to one side, hiding the pretty bruises Katya had painted the day previously. She had missed breakfast by accident, so went straight to group therapy. She sat down next to Courtney. “Why’s everyone being weird?” Trixie asked in a hushed voice. “Aaron and Justin were sent away for ECT.” Courtney replied. “Violet caught them…you know. Doing it.” “Violet ratted them out?” Trixie’s heart suddenly began to speed up. What if Violet had caught them? “Why would she do that?” “I have no clue. Just be careful. She was quite close with Aaron I thought. That’s why we’re all here. So we won’t hear what’s going on downstairs.” Trixie held Courtney’s hand briefly, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “It will be okay, they’ll be okay.” Trixie convincing herself more than Courtney.

The group therapy session involved “demystifying the other sex”. For this, Katya was asked to turn off the lights, and she then sat on the other side of Trixie. Neither of them looked at each other, but both smiled, a small blush rising to the apples of Trixie’s cheeks. Mrs Edwards turned on the projector, flicking through slides, a number of technicolour images flashing up on the screen. “Here we see a woman. Notice how her hair is neat, her makeup is perfected and her dress shows her femininity.” Katya shuffled her chair closer to Trixie’s so that their thighs were touching, only their individual skirts stopping skin-to-skin contact. “Here, we see a man. He is muscular, has facial hair, and wears a flattering suit. The way he stands is a clear indicator of his masculinity, straight, broad shoulders.”  Katya brushed the back of her hand against Trixie’s forearm, causing Trixie to sigh, her hairs prickling at the touch. They were lucky that everyone else was so engrossed in the presentation, so that their little bubble of sapphic secrecy would not be burst. “The man, let’s call him John, notices Mary when at Church. Although he devotes himself to his prayers, he cannot help but notice her when she lights the candles every Sunday at Mass.” Keeping her eyes on the screen, Katya kissed Trixie’s shoulder. Her skin was hot from the sun that trickled through the window. “After Mass, John approaches Mary, and strikes up conversation. Asking questions such as, do you like to read, or do you have any pets? Mary notices how handsome and friendly John is, so answers his questions, creating a conversation which they never want to stop.” “Do you read?” Katya whispered into Trixie’s shoulder, her hand now stroking the exposed skin of Trixie’s knee. “Shhh.” Trixie giggled. “What about pets? Do you like pussy?” Her hand began to rise up Trixie’s leg, her fingers drawing flowers onto her thigh. “Katya what’re you doing?” “Keep your voice down.” Trixie bit her lip at Katya’s sudden dominance, and kept quiet. “Mary agrees to go for dinner with John. They go to a restaurant, and they talk over dinner about their interests. John likes football, Mary likes singing in the choir.” “Sound familiar?” Katya murmured, her lips had moved to ghost over the purple blotches that she was oh so guilty for. Trixie’s heart began to race, she could feel Katya’s hand creep further up her skirt, almost touching her- “Beavers, which is the team that he plays for. She looks at him adoringly, enjoying when he talks. They agree to meet again, this time at her house. She plans to cook him a casserole.” Trixie gasps and grabs Katya’s arm as a finger caressed the fabric of her underwear. Embarrassment washed over Trixie as she realised how wet she must be, and hoped to God that Katya couldn’t feel. Mrs Edwards’ words soon became background, her reality only becoming the pulsing she could hear in her ears, and the shaking breaths of the two girls, excitement getting the better of them. Trixie released her grip on Katya’s arm, and moved to grasp at her skirt, bunching up the material in her fist. She buried her face into Katya’s hair, muffling any ragged breaths that were sure to urge Katya to continue. Katya’s fingertips stroked small circles into her underwear, slowly applying pressure, causing Trixie to attempt to subtly move her hips to meet her touch. By attempt, we mean almost falling off of her chair. Being touched like this, in a room full of people, it was pure sin. Trixie couldn’t deny that the fear of getting caught turned her on more than anything. The lights being turned on again caused the two to pull away from each other as quick as anything. Courtney seemed to have been fully aware of what was going on, as she was struggling to stop her laughing by biting her knuckles. “You two might want to watch out for Violet.” Courtney leant over to say to Trixie, who nodded in earnest, adjusting her skirt so that there was no evidence of the happenings of just a few seconds ago.

The next class lead on quite well from the presentation: makeup class. Courtney was paired with Violet, simply because Katya grabbed Trixie by the elbow and hauled her to a makeshift beauty counter. It was funny to watch them do each other’s makeup. Violet ended up with the least amount of makeup anyone had ever seen her, basically mascara and chapstick, courtney with high eyebrows and dolly red lipstick. Trixie took her time with Katya, sweeping large black lines across her lavender eyelids. And when it came to lipstick, she could feel Katya’s gaze on her as she painted pink onto her gently pursed lips. “You’re staring at me.” “Do you have problem, malysh?” Trixie looked up to see Katya looking at her with kind eyes. “No, are you alright?” “Da, you are just very pretty with my face paint. Red suits you.” “I look like a whore.” “Mhm. How much?” Katya made kissing noises, and Trixie slapped her arm. Mrs Edwards shot them both a look, making the two scoot away from each other an inch or two. “Sorry. I forget we get watched all the time.” “It’s okay.” Their ankles locked under the table. “Oh, I missed a bit, c’mere.” Trixie lifted Katya’s chin with a finger, and touched up the “missed spot”. There was a knock at the door. RuPaul poked his head around the door, scanning the faces until he found Mrs Edwards. “Uhm, Alyssa, there’s been a problem with Mr Coady, you need to come. Now.” “Oh Lord, not again. Okay, uh, Courtney dear, keep an eye? You girls can be good right? No lesbianing.” And with that, the door was slammed, the room void of eyes of judgement. “Trixie?” “Yes?” She put down the lipstick, and met Katya’s gaze. Katya leapt over the table, knocking over numerous bottles and spraying powder everywhere, and cupped Trixie’s face, pulling her in, pink mixing with reds, blending perfectly across their lips.