#one of my friends drunkenly sent a voice recording of my other friend and i heard his laugh for the first time in months and i lost it

[unbelievabelle]

try not to burst into tears every time you see a picture of your friends challenge level impossible

[harringtons-cupid]

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- create their own christmas/holiday tradition Thank you for the request Angel, I'm excited to do this. I couldn't choose which to do so I've done both of your choices in your tags....

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JOMIE - A Christmas Miracle

Jamie had flown back after back to back interviews for Stranger Thing promotional videos with Joe. He had stayed to do some independent interviews, leaving Jamie to search London for Christmas decorations.

Neither of them had decided what they would do at Christmas, leaving it open ended before Jamie flew back. But as he saw various couples cuddling up together at the Christmas markets, he realised that he wanted to all of that with Joe.

He decided to message Joe as his thoughts ran wild with 'I miss you' and 'I might love you' but instead, he videoed the scenes with a smiley face as he lifted up the hot piping glass of Mulled Cider.

Joe replied to Jamie's message an hour later, a smiley sleepy image of him lying in bed. Probably in a hotel room, they had just come back from Japan.

The caption of the photo made Jamie's heart fluttered at the words 'I miss you Jamie', he smiled and recorded a video for Joe amongst the busy crowd. Not wanting to admit that he was slightly drunk off the festive alcohol.

''So I know we didn't say anything about Christmas but Joe, I would like to do something you together. In fact, you're all I could think'' he chuckled, his cheeks were red from the cold and the alcohol.

He sent it without blinking, as he put his phone into his pocket. A fan rushed over with her friends, she had clearly been drinking the same festive drinks as him as she clung onto her a friends shoulder. Giggling at the sight of him, she rambled for a photo and drunkenly held up her phone to fit both of their faces in the frame.

Smiling awkwardly as her body hit into his, his pocket vibrated multiple times as she took many photos in her drunken state. As soon as the photos were done and they thanked him politely for his time, he wandered down the street to the rest of the wooden huts of goods. His phone still going off in his pocket.

Reaching the end of the huts before deciding to check his phone, Joe had bombarded his phone with messages and two videos in reply to his tipsy video message.

"J, I miss you too and I would love to spend the holidays with you" Joe's voice was raspy, as he had changed into his light jeans and long sleeved hoodie.

He videoed himself trying on Jamie's long black coat that he had left in Joe's hotel room the night he left. Jamie laughed at the footage, rolling his eyes jokingly as he sat in the dark taxi on the way their empty shared flat.

Despite living together in the centre of London, Jamie was the one that spent most of his time in the flat. Joe was out and about doing various interviews, filming for films or other promos for companies. Jamie was bustling about London recording and producing his music, Joe obviously heard every single preview and idea of his music.

As Jamie entered the dark and cool flat that night still slightly tipsy, he realised that they would need to stick to their Christmas tradition.

His phone screen was bright against the dimly lit kitchen room as he began writing a list to Joe of the things that he wanted to do with him over the holidays. Maybe it was the alcohol but he felt extremely needy for Joe all of a sudden.

The list was long and detailed, he hadn't felt this strongly about wanting to celebrate Christmas with someone. With Joe it felt right.

He began typing

Hey Joe, you looked good in my coat. Maybe you should keep it on a permeant basis ;)

Anyway I have been thinking about the Christmas traditions that we could do, maybe it's because I'm sitting alone and I miss you. But I think some of them could be fun!

Hot chocolate

Baked cinnamon rolls and cookies

Christmas hats

A fire - wood fire

His phone made the swooshing noise as the text was sent and he slumped up to bed. Collapsing onto their double bed, fully clothed and it wasn't long before he drifted off into sleep.

As the light streamed in the open window of their bedroom, Jamie awoke from his sleep to see a familiar face peering over him. He had been tucked under the bed covers, his clothes were scattered across the floor with his hat along with it. A sleepy smile crept across his face as Joe leant down and kissed him.

"What are you doing here?" he laughed onto his lips as they kissed once more.

“Well I saw all your videos and I realised how much I miss you” Joe smiled, as he sat down on the bed next to his body.

They kissed once more before Jamie got up out of bed, meeting Joe in the kitchen as delicious smells wafted through the flat. Joe had a smile on his face as he plated pancakes on their plates.

Jamie sat down at the counter, admiring the food as Joe walked around to sit next to him. As they ate hungrily, Jamie had never felt as happy as he did in that moment.

“So shall we head out and buy some of the things on your list then” Joe smirked at Jamie as he collected their plates and cups from the counter. Gazing into his eyes.

“Yeah that sounds good, maybe we could get a decorations for the tree” Jamie’s eyes move towards the tree in the corner with a wink.

Excitedly they leave the flat, after paroosing through the many streets of London they decide to head back. Their arms practically dropping off from carrying all their bags, light flecks of snow dropped down into Joe's hair as they unlock their flat door. They twinkled in the light, Jamie's stomach flipped as he felt himself begin to fall in love. Maybe it was the Christmas Spirit but as Joe dumped the bags on the counter and made his way towards Jamie to kiss him. He swore he felt it too.

They emptied to bags onto the counter, an asortment of decorations crashed onto the side. Ingredients fell too, their giggles of excitement echoed throughout the kitchen as they tied their matching aprons around each other and began to bake.

As Joe began weighing out the ingredients for Cinnamon Swirls, Jamie threw a log onto the fire. Soon the sounds of a roaring fire crackled as his arms squeezed Joe's waist, his head resting on his shoulder as he watched him make the snack. Only deciding to chip in as he began to make the cookies.

Once their flour covered aprons were coated, Jamie helped him to place it into the oven. Covering his finger in flour and 'booping' Joe's nose flirtily before kissing, frantically Joe began to tidy up their mess as Jamie messed with the Christmas decorations on the red rug. The hot fire hitting his back as he gazed in-between the entanglement of lights in his hand and his half full glass of red wine next to him.

Once the lights were on the tree, Joe walked over with a smile. His apron was folded onto the kitchen chair, an identical glass of red in his hand as he watched Jamie struggle with the decorations.

''Want any help, pretty boy'' Joe's lips were stained red from the wine, his words winding Jamie who turned around with a smirk and a nod.

Moving their wine to the side table next to the tree before picking up some of the red tinsel that blended into the rug, their bodies next to each other. Their eyes full of love and alcohol as they decorated the tree together.

Admiring the glistening tree in front of them as they finished their wine, the flat was not as cold and empty as it was when Jamie first arrived back from Japan. As they stared at the baked goods piping hot from the oven, the kettle boiling in the background. A flush of love swept through their bodies, Joe had bought them second hand Christmas Hats, which perched on top of their heads as kettle finished boiling.

Jamie opened the bag of marshmallows in front of him as Joe made the hot chocolates, they had changed into their pyjamas whilst the kettle was boiling. Making themseleves comfortable on the sofa together as they stared ahead at the roaring fire in front of them.

"I think this is going to be the best Christmas ever, what a miracle '' Jamie sighed, his back was resting against Joe's as they clutched their drinks together. Gazing into each others eyes happily.

A mixture of cinnamon swirls and cookies sat warmly on the coffee table where their feet touched as they relaxed into the Christmas spirit. Music softly playing in the background.

STEDDIE - Our First Christmas Together

Steve and Eddie had both experienced distant Christmases, Eddie's Uncle Wayne tried his hardest to get out of his night shift at Hawkins Lab but every year was unpredictable. So much that Eddie found himself sleeping throughout most of the day until Uncle Wayne would come home to celebrate.

Steve's Christmas was a little different to Eddie's, despite his parents being physically there at Christmas they were never mentally and emotionally engaging with Steve. He found a way to distract himself by playing with the housekeeper, taking his time with the opening of his presents.

Eddie learnt to appreciate the smaller things in life as each present was more personal every year until he reached legal drinking age when all his presents became beverage related but Eddie never minded.

Steve and Eddie had not discussed Christmas together but they were both feeling pretty anxious about the topic. Since their childhoods were completely different, Eddie was worried that Steve would be expecting grand gestures and presents with the typical family experience.

However this Christmas, Eddie was determined to have the best time with Steve. As the days got closer to Christmas Day, Eddie counted all the money he had managed to save from selling drugs and doing gigs with his band Corroded Coffin.

Steve had some idea of Eddie’s saving tactics, trying to conceal his excitment every time the topic of the holidays came up. Until one day, Eddie stopped the car outside an obvious Christmas Tree Farm. He had loosely covered Steve's eyes, informing him that he was taking him on a surprise date. As he untied them slowly, he tried to stop himself from giggling as Steve gasped with excitment at the sight in front of him.

"Eds!" he threw his arms around Eddie with excitment, giggling into his ear.

"Do you like the idea?" Eddie shyly asked, Steve pulled away from him and gazed into his eyes. Biting his lips and he nodded enthusiastically.

''Yes Eds, I'm so excited to do this with you'' his voice carried as he swung the van door open quickly, Eddie followed him around the van.

His hand found his in the cold as they gazed at the lights above the trees, inhaling the strong smell of fresh pine before heading towards the light wooden gate.

Someone greeted them just before the door and instructs them on what to do, with excitment Steve pulled Eddie through the aisles of trees. Touching each trees as they passed until they stood in front of a small tree, it smelt strongly. Still encased inside the growing pot, an assistant wandered towards them and greeted them with a smile. Eddie's hand squeezed Steve's as the assistant informed them that this particular tree would need to be planted once used.

''That's okay right?'' Eddie looked over at Steve with curiosity, who nodded at both the assistant and Eddie.

The Assistant nodded and picked up the tree, tilting his head towards the carpark. The boys excitedly rushed ahead in front of him, directing him to Eddie's van. They thanked him as they stared at the tree lying in the back of his van, Steve pulled his closer to him. Their faces touching as Steve's hot breath hit Eddie's cool face.

"Thank you for suggesting this Eds, I can't wait to decorate it with you" he kissed him softly, smiling into his kiss.

"You're very welcome, pretty boy" Eddie grinned as his kissed Steve again, their hands swinging as they stared at each other. Eddie kissed his head before heading towards the driver's seat, he watched Steve reappear in the passenger seat with a beaming smile on his face.

Metal Christmas songs played quietly in the background as they sped home, they had been spending time at Steve's parents for a while. They had the house to themselves over the Christmas period, deciding at the last minute to decorate together. They struggled with the tree in their arms, dragging it against the laminated floors of the house. As it stood next to the fire place in the corner, they smiled at each other with joy. A box of old Christmas decorations sat in front of them, diving into it as a cheesy Christmas film played loudly on television.

Steve was happy as they dressed festively in matching Christmas Jumpers as they organised the tree. Standing back to admire the tree, Steve pulled him closer and pointed towards the ceiling where a small piece of mistletoe hung perfectly above them.

"Kiss me you fool" Steve giggled, pulling him by his jumper crashing their lips together and kissing him passionately. A soft moan escaped his mouth as Eddie bit his lips slightly with a smile.

They kissed until their lips were red and sore, grinning against each others faces. Steve suddenly jumped away from him and rushed into his kitchen, hurrying back with a brown paper bag in his hand. Mumbling giddily, Eddie raised his eyebrows enjoying Steve ramble on to him.

He placed the bag on the coffee table, revealing premade gingerbread houses with a smile.

"So, I know we didn't make these ourselves but I knew that they wouldn't come out as good as these. I hope this is okay' he laughed lightly, anxiously scanning Eddie's face waiting for his reaction.

Eddie moved closer to Steve, cupping his face and kissed him.

"Of course, this is okay. Shall we decorate these together?'' his eyes were filled with happiness as they pulled away from each other. Seeing the thrill racing in Steve's eyes as he grinned at him, turning away from him for a second to carefully place the houses back into the bag and rushing ahead into the kitchen.

Eddie chuckled and followed his quick footsteps, standing back as he watched Steve organise the kitchen space for them both. He had brought decorations for the houses and placed them in the middle, waving Eddie to join him.

"So here is there the icing, the edible beads and glitter" rambling animatedly, kissing Eddie on the cheek as he moved to his 'station'.

They began to decorate together, Steve peering over Eddie's shoulder with excitment at every given chance but Eddie tactically blocking his house from Steve's view. Grinning together throughout the process until the big reveal. Eddie winked at him with a smirk his arms crossed his body as Steve presented his house to Eddie.

"Wow, it's almost a pretty as you" Eddie gasped, smiling as Steve's cheeks flushed red.

Eddie moved to show Steve his, who smiled admiring Eddie's creation in front of him. Bringing their lips together and kissing him, pushing him slightly against the counter until Eddie pulled away gasping. The words ''oh oh, the houses'' escaped his mouth, making Steve smile. As their hands fumbled over each others clothing, dying to touch skin.

They parted after 10 minutes of making out, all high and giddy with lust and Christmas Spirit. Carefully walking together back into the warm and cosy living room with their houses in the palms of their hands, placing them softly on the coffee table.

Resting into each others arm on the sofa, smiling as the television played another cheesy Christmas film.

''I want you to know that this has been the best day I have ever experienced in the holidays. I love you Steve'' Eddie turned to face Steve with a grin, their hands touching across the back of the sofa.

"I feel exactly the same way, I love you too Eddie'' Steve's were flushed red from the fire, their hands playing behind them as they gazed into each others eyes.

Both of them knew that this would be a good Christmas

[embrassemoi]

Surrounded by the Moon and Stars ✷ 23

Pairings: Sirius B, Remus L, [F]Reader CW: Drinking, slight internalized homophobia A/N: The first part dives into Lily's sexuality. It’s pretty innocent but may make readers uncomfortable. If you want to skip, go past the line break and I bolded the words ‘Round round get around’ for when it’s ‘safe’ to continue!

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Chapter 23: The Daily Quarrel

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Lily always considered herself to be calm, rational and level-headed, that’s what made her a great prefect and student. But over the last five months, Lily felt herself becoming everything but that.

Lily never concerned herself with dating. Of course, she’d entertained the thought. She had crushes before, many crushes, and dabbled in the idea of romance, love, dates and commitment. Especially now as it seemed like the older she got, those around her fell into relationships and quick snogs in the broom closet that she was forced to break up one too many times. If she were to date, she didn’t want to force it. Lily wanted it to come naturally. It was never that important. If it happened, it happened, and she would welcome it with open arms.

But recently, it was all she could think about.

At first, it was a passing thought. Boys — dating — and then other things she thought she buried deep down began to resurface.

Girls, by every definition, were beautiful. Lily would admire the way they style their hair or religious headwear, how they carried themselves with such effortless grace that they never seemed to notice themselves. Girls, women; Lily thought they were thoughtful, kind and more respectful than men. She felt loads more comfortable around them before her thoughts began to turn more obscure — until her mind quickly shut it down and interjected that she just wanted to be close friends.

That was an utter lie.

It’s not like Lily didn’t feel any sort of attraction towards boys. She did, very much and had feelings both romantic and well… er — unleashed a plethora of other feelings. Lily was not opposed to holding hands, kissing or cuddling them, she really liked the idea and felt herself grow warm. She would do all sorts of things with the right boy. But there was something so exciting, yet frightening when the idea of hand-holding, kissing and cuddling with Y/N. That certainly left Lily with sweaty palms, heart racing and a flustered mess.

Whenever she held her hands, went around holding her arm in the halls, or crept into each other’s beds at night, Lily felt like a puddle of nerves.

She’s managed to force a smile most of the time whenever improper thoughts surfaced. She could be alone, walking the hallways for her prefect duties and something would pop up: when her fingers ran through Lily’s scalp when she brushed her hair. Her smile. Her eyes… her damn eyes… All she thought about these days was her. How was Y/N doing? She’s so funny! Would she like the way she styled her robes today? How would she look on top of — ARGH! Lily was mortified half the time.

Let’s just say that it was a gradual realization.

Lily wasn’t stupid, far from it and knew what was happening and it left her on complete edge, especially around Y/N. It left her face scarlet red and felt as if her chest was about to burst into a bloody mess. She couldn’t even look or be anywhere near her sometimes because it was too overwhelming.

But her feelings… Lily grew up being taught that she wasn’t supposed to feel this way for another girl, let alone both boys and girls...

Her heart, mind, morals, feelings, everything she believed in was at war. Lily felt herself change inside and out. It’s always been there, those… emotions — and suddenly it just ripped at the seams. Y/N was just the tipping point.

But why did it feel like such a crime for something so innocent? Something that is supposed to be beautiful?

And Y/N… out of all people!

It had been a very tiring and stressful school year so far.

Potter’s birthday had coincided with Gryffindor’s win against Hufflepuff and thus, a joint party was thrown. Lily watched from the sidelines as Y/N’s back faced her. The glowing of lights, all charmed red, immersed her as she snapped an abundance of photos of a very plastered Potter having the time of his life. He stood on a table, drunkenly singing.

Another bright flash went off and she brought the camera down, took the photo and shook it. A wide smile plastered on her face as she watched the photo develop and her body shook with laughter. But as if Y/N knew Lily was staring, her head swivelled around with a smile so blinding that it hurt Lily’s heart; now filled with hot shame again.

She shouted over the loud music. “Petals! C’mon, let loose for once!” She pointed to the cup in hand.

Lily looked down, looking at the amber liquid filled to the brim of her cup, untouched. Her gaze looked back, giving her a shy thumbs-up and brought the cup to her lips. The bitter taste of Firewhiskey burned before spreading warmly through her. But, Y/N’s reaction was worth it.

Lily tried to still her heart as she ripped her gaze away. Y/N made her feel everything but calm, rational and level-headed. It was terrifying. 

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‘Round round get around, I get around, yeah

(Get around round round I get around, ooh-ooh) I get around’

“Hip-hip —” James bellowed, raising a glass filled with Firewhiskey in the air.

“HOORAY!” The Gryffindors roared back.

“Hip-hip —”

Throughout the night, Sirius danced with probably every girl there before he went to turn the record player louder, re-filling his glass. He watched as James hopped off the table and made his way to Emmeline, peppering her skin with sloppy kisses that made her laugh and eyes crinkle.

They all officially met her that night. She’s sweet, kind and they found out she’s just as crazy as James in the love department and they seemed beyond happy.

Peter was there, who looked at the two, almost enviously, faced stained red before solemnly bobbing his head to the music. Sirius didn’t think much of it, instead just passed it off as a sad drunk.

‘I'm gettin' bugged driving up and down the same old strip

I gotta find a new place where the kids are hip’

Sirius cringed; he was never a fan of the Beach Boys but Wormtail and Prongs loved it…

Students jumped, rocking to the blasting music. Some talked, some were snogging, others tipsy or drunk. Sirius grinned from ear to ears as he looked around the room, searching for Remus. He was already a pole light, he would stick out like a sore thumb. But instead of Remus, Sirius’ eyes settled on L/N; film in hand, talking to another student. He was blond, a year above them, large in stature and Sirius recognized him from the Gryffindor tryouts back in September. Aldrich McLaggen.

His face was beat red as he chatted with L/N, his hand toying with the sleeves as he looked her up and down, wearing a flirtatious yet apprehensive grin. The bastard was flirting with her.

Sirius felt himself grip his glass tighter than normal, his free hand bunched into a tight ball while pressing firmly to his side. Neither she nor Sirius spoke, aside from their Puffskein assignment and it was killing him. From the discomfort or wishing they had kissed that night — he didn’t know. But it was tortuously awkward.

“Padfoot,” came a voice. Remus leant against a nearby table as he sipped his drink. No matter how much he seemed to drink, Remus was able to knock back drinks after drinks without it affecting him. Sirius envied that but then the thought passed, eyes settling on L/N.

“Moomy.”

Remus followed Sirius’ eyes, scrutinizing the situation.

“She’s so annoying,” said Sirius. He didn’t even mean to speak, it just slipped out.

Remus’ brow rose. “Talking about this, again? She’s not. L/N’s my friend and I like her.”

Sirius shook his head. “She’s insufferable. Who does she think she is?!”

“... Who?”

“Just look at her!” Sirius exclaimed, using large hand movements. “She acts like she owns the place. Just because she’s new she assumes she’s better than everyone else! And —” Sirius continued to rant but Remus blocked him out, head shaking.

Fucking idoit, Remus thinks. He wants to slap Sirius silly. When will he stop talking about her?

“— taking all of my friends: Prongs, Lily, Marlene, Wormy, you! I was —”

“You sound like a child.”

“— so smart. The Slugclub? All filled with stuffy pricks — except you and Lily — the kicker, I’ve seen her with Regulus! A Slytherin! Come on. That’s just asking for —”

“Padfoot —”

“— don’t understand how —”

“Crikey! Sirius!” Remus scolded. Sirius went quiet, intimidated by him. Remus took a deep inhale, his eyes fluttering shut but asked, “Why do you hate her? Is it because of that fucking rejection because —”

“What?!” Sirius’s voice cuts, loud and booming to the point where several heads swirled to look at him.

Remus looked at them, making hand movements to shoo them off. “Mind your business.”

“Moony, you know me! Come on! Sure, I’m a dick, but I’m not that much of a dick!”

“Then what is it? It can’t just be that she’s annoying.” Of course, Remus was right again. Always so blunt and never failed to be clear-cut.

Remus then tipped back his drink in one go without a flinch and left Sirius’ side. He’d much rather do his prefect duties than listen to him go on about the same conversation for what seemed like the eighth time that week. With Sirius left to sulk, he sighed and looked back to the scene, feeling irrational jealousy bubble up.

L/N laughed at whatever McLaggen said, who leant into her ear. What an obvious bloke.

Maybe it was because of the mix of alcohol that made Sirius place his cup down and stride up to them, but even he knew it wasn’t just the Firewhiskey.

“I’ve always wanted to visit. How was it like living —”

“McLaggen.” Sirius’ voice came out gruff and cold.

Both their heads turned towards him and she sent him a look, telling him to go. But too stubborn, he stayed put.

“Um… Black. Hello,” McLaggen responded. Sirius continued to stand tall, body language closed off, telling him silently to leave.

Tosser. Pillock. Daft bimbo lookin’ arse —

The boy coughed awkwardly and threw L/N a tight-lipped smile. “See you!” She nodded her head, giving a small, friendly wave. “Bye!”

Sirius took his place instantly. “Finally, you said something right for once. He’s a git.”

L/N’s face scrunched up in confusion. She sent daggers his way and he had to stop himself from smirking. “Surprise,” he drawled, hands going up to shake in jazz hands. “You seem happy to see me.”

“Why are you talking to me? People might think we’re friends.”

“Like we were ever just friends.”

Her mouth hung open after registering what he said and Sirius felt like using an unforgivable curse on himself. Did he have to bring it up like that?

Sirius was all over the place with his thoughts. Point blank, he didn’t know what the fuck was happening. He so badly wanted to draw near, to touch her and hear that damn laughter, but did he?

His… very unwelcomed feelings — whatever they were, were beginning to get in the way of his already messy life. Was it the chase that made him feel so electric, the need to dive into someone else to cover up his own problems? Was this him dabbling in his unhealthy behaviours and would this just set him back? Sirius wasn’t sure and he walked a fine line.

Humans, especially those like Sirius, are social beings. Like most people, they craved recognition, approval and constant reassurance from those around them. People want to fit in that desired image but struggle to find happiness — lost in that perceived image they chase. Desired reality… it’s like a mirage. The constant back and forth only drained him and it had been more apparent than ever since the break. That pretty packaged Sirius — was that him subconsciously crawling its way out, making him lose the little progress he’s made by continuing whatever this was? A game, his true feelings or a way to be social, to fill that void settled deep within his chest?

But he doesn’t think so, and that freaked him out even more. What scared him was that he wanted to get to know all the little parts of her, no matter how much he tried to deny it. It felt like a mantra playing in his head, questions about her he wanted answered. But he could never be sure.

L/N remained silent and he cut in, trying to cover up his internal dilemma.

“Now look who’s the quiet one.”

“Be more conceited, will you?”

“Insolent brat.”

She grinds her jaw aggressively, to the point where he swears he can hear bones crunching but she holds back from a snarky comment. His mouth opens, ready to add on before L/N turns around to survey the room. He watches as she looks up to James and back to him and then a small, separate room that’s cut off from the main room. The last thing either wanted was to ruin James’ night or cause a scene. “Follow me.”

Sirius rolls his eyes, teasingly staying back a beat before another Gryffindor girl comes up to him. He’d danced with her earlier. “Pretty boy,” she greets, “Fancy another dance?”

Sirius’ eyes travel to L/N who’s eyes hardened as she stomped back up to him. “Sorry, but pretty boy” her voice dripping in obvious sarcasm, “Has somewhere to be.” Then, she tugged on the hem of his sweater and the action had Sirius’s heart flutter. He let her lead him through the crowd, nearing the room.

“Pretty boy? So you do think I’m pretty?” He smirked, watching her duck her head to prevent him from seeing her reaction.

Out of the entire student body he could’ve had feelings for — feelings he’s never felt before that caused him to go speechless, heart speeding and the urge to inch closer — it had to be her? She never knew how to take a joke either! How James and Remus were so fond of her, he didn’t know.

She shoved him into the small room, casting Muffliato. It was ill-lit, the only source of luminosity were the red lights seeping in the cracks of the door and the small window; twinkling stars shining just enough. The mixture of lights made her look alluring.

“What do you want?” Her voice is passive-aggressive.

You, he reckons. Or maybe a permanent silencing charm to never have to hear her speak again. Either seemed great.

Her eyes rolled, impatient as he remained silent. “Could you be anymore… confusing? You’re hot and cold! First, you’re nice to me, then mean. Then come up to me, ruin my conversation with Aldrich and now you’re silent.”

“Fine. I don’t want to be here with you, happy?”

“Like you didn’t start this.”

“It’s not my fault you’re infuriating, constantly running your mouth.”

She takes a deep breath, her hands rubbing her face and let’s out a frustrated groan. Her eyes snap back open, “I hate you.” The silence was loud.

Sirius felt himself freeze, eyes turning half-lidded as he took a few steps towards her. She backed up, sliver of a smile there. His chest rose, breathing deeply, “Say that again.”

L/N looked up at him with those eyes he swore looked right through him. Simply being that close made him feel as if he ran a marathon. Then, a wicked, yet timid grin worms its way on her face. Their soft breaths were tense, like if either were too loud, everything would come crashing down.

She repeats. “I hate —”

She doesn’t finish her statement as Sirius pressed himself against her, pushing her back but snakes a hand to prevent her head from hitting the jagged wall.

His voice was low. “Are you sure you want to say that again?”

Her breath hitches. He grins. She swallows. “I. Hate. Y—”

Each syllable was hushed as Sirius pressed his lips onto hers, gentle, sweet and hesitant, contradicting compared to their banter.

When the initial shock wore off, he felt Y/N respond to the kiss, deepening it. Her lips parted and Sirius slid his tongue inside. She was a bit clumsy, hesitant but eager. Sirius smirked at her. Everything felt startling, incredible and better than what Sirius imagined it to ever be like. He felt like a firecracker, a warm feeling spreading through his veins like fire.

She’s soft, incredibly so. His free hand went to roam around before settling on the base of her back, stroking the soft skin up and down. Her hand is threaded through his hair just hard enough that he has to bite back a groan. Her other hand is pressed firmly onto his chest and god — she feels so good.

To Y/N, Sirius tastes like what you think he would taste like. He tastes expensive, smells really good and his kisses are a lot softer than she expected — the very opposite of him: energetic, rough, messy and wild. Instead it’s delicate, sweet and velvety.

She’s the first to pull back and Sirius can’t help but move his head to try and catch her lips but settles on pressing his forehead against hers.

Their soft pants fill the air and Sirius feels like screaming. His skin is boiling and she looks beyond enthralling. Their eyes locked and her eyes washed over him with such an intensity that it could rival any ocean wave.

Neither spoke, just trying to process what happened, letting their eyes run wild before she tucks a fallen strand of hair behind Sirius’ ear. The action, so small and fairly insignificant, made something so bubbly flare in his chest.

Both of their pupils are blown wide and this time, she’s the one to lean in first; with a series of soft peaks before Sirius prolongs it. Both his hands are now on her face, tilting her head up before one goes to graze her neck.

There wasn’t a sinking or horrible feeling in his chest that made him feel used or worthless and he took that as a good sign to continue.

This time, it’s faster, rough and passionate and Sirius leads, his hips pressed against her, caging her against the wall. Her hand then went to embrace Sirius, her nails scratching down his back and he involuntarily slipped out a soft groan into her lips.

Merlin… she’s more intoxicating than any brand of alcohol he’s ever drunk.

Eventually, they simultaneously pulled away, using whatever sense they had left and Sirius was left feeling high and shaky. Y/N looked away first, Sirius continuing to stare wide-eyed.

“Um — w-we should — ugh — get going —”

“— Right, I was just about to…”

Sirius backed up, letting Y/N free as she went to sit on a nearby chair. Sirius ran a hand through his hair and stumbled back into the party. He exhaled deeply, fingers outlining his lips in shock.

He must be mad — blood fucking mad! They’re both equally mad!

God, he must be blushing like a damn fool and certainly, he’s not going to be able to sleep tonight. Blimey…

Once James saw him, he pointed and made a B-line, strutting over, his hips exaggerating until he swung an arm around him.

“Siriusss! You’re my best friend!” James ruffled his hair, “Did you know that? Merlin — you light up my world.”

Sirius felt himself smile, but he’s still not fully there. His mind thinks back to her touch: soft and fleeting and god does he crave more and — what is she thinking?

“In love with me? You’re going to have to get in line.”

“Love with all m’friends… Moony… Wormtail — Whiskersss.” James slurred his words slightly and went on a tangent but Sirius’ eye remained on the door, waiting for her to come back.

She’s taking an awfully long time. Fuck, did he push it?

“Mate — earth to Padfoot?” James says, this time knocking his fist on his head like a door. “SIRIUS! Yoo-hoo! In there?”

“Yeah — sorry. A lot’s on my mind.”

James studied him, looking a lot more sober than he did just seconds ago as he went to fix his glasses and said seriously, “Is it… the nightmares again? We can go and talk about it?”

This caught his attention. Ever since Valentine's, he’s been talking to James about them — or at least mentioning bits and pieces which helped a lot more than he expected. “What? No, no it’s not that.”

“But if it is, you’ll tell me, right?”

Sirius has to stop himself from snorting, but it’s all too endearing. “Of course — I’ve only gotten them two times this week.”

Prongs grins like a mad man, throwing his fist in the air. “That’s one down! Amazing! You are amazing.”

And then he hears the door click open and it’s her. She sent him a small smile, barely there but Sirius felt his heart swell. Marlene bounced up to her, pulling her into a dance along with Mary. He watched as her head tipped back with a smile so dazzling and he felt his skin turn fuzzy again.

She got under his skin like nobody else and he’s starting to love it.

[benditlikepress]

texted you a picture where you looked pretty

@indestinatus @coffeedepablo @ncisjes

all day long I waited for my phone to ring

I counted every glow star on my ceiling

texted you a picture where you looked pretty

and wondered if you saved the ones you had of me…

[illuminati hotties – (you’re better) than ever]

The first time Tony sent Ziva a picture, she’d only been gone a week.

He hadn’t left the apartment for anything other than work since getting back - first because of jetlag, and then out of plain exhaustion. It didn’t help that both work and home were full of things that reminded him of her, of them, so much so that it was beginning to feel like a strange form of self-flagellation to stay cooped up there.

It was easy to convince himself he wasn’t thinking about her, talking himself into thinking about any and every other topic on the planet until he was lying in bed wide awake staring into space wondering where it had all gone wrong. It was then, and only then, that he allowed himself to obsess: to think over things he should’ve said, things he never said, or ways he could try and fix what he knew deep down was unfixable.

This particular night was worse than most – someone at work had stopped him in the elevator and asked him what was happening with Ziva, and if she was coming back – and he’d found himself seeking out reminders of her rather than pretending he wasn’t hyper-fixating on them. His phone was a great source for that: text messages and phone records and her name, over and over and over. His photos and videos, too, were full of her, and his tired fingers paused on one she’d never known he’d taken. The most recent one he’d taken of her - asleep, wrapped in sheets, the Israeli sun hitting the bare skin of her shoulders and back. Her hair was spread out over the pillow and her hand was spread over the vacated side of the bed, as though reaching out for him.

He couldn’t bring himself to scroll past it even when it caused a ball to form in his chest that made it hard to swallow.

It was 2am and he found himself opening a conversation thread and dropping the photograph into it, pressing send quickly.

“I really miss you”

He typed the words with nervous fingers and pressed send even quicker still before throwing his phone in a drawer and turning away from it.

He woke up three hours later and saw she hadn’t opened the message yet. He deleted it, and thanked the gods of modern technology that she never would.

———————–

The next time was a month later, and he thought he’d been doing better until he found a stack of old photographs piled at the back of his top desk drawer. They had been collected over the years and though some pre-dated her arrival in the States, she was a prominent feature in most of them.

Though they still hurt, he was finding himself increasingly able to appreciate them for what they were. He found one, near the bottom of the pile, that even had a smile threatening on his lips. A doctor-themed party from a lifetime ago that had to be up there with the more ridiculous ideas of his life.

The picture had been taken not long after Gibbs had left for Mexico and Tony had relented into Abby’s plans for a surprise party for Jimmy’s birthday, still keen to make sure that people didn’t stop seeing him as a friend instead of just a boss. It was him and Ziva, posing, with Jimmy’s drunkenly sleeping head face-down on the table inbetween them.

He remembered everything about that night: how her hand kept brushing his leg under the table, and every time he’d snapped his neck up to look at her but found her looking in a different direction. How they’d shared a cab home and he’d insisted on walking her to her door, in spite of her drunkenly listing a handful of ways she could kill any man who approached her with only the costume on her back. How she’d invited him upstairs and there was no pretence but he’d said no, trying to be diplomatic, though they’d only lasted another week of summer before that had all came tumbling down.

He opened a message again and snapped a photograph, the edge of his fingers visible holding it up to the camera.

“Remember this? Do you still have that picture of me piling stuff on top of him?”

He didn’t get a reply. Then again, he hadn’t really been expecting one.

He flipped the photograph over and placed it back on the pile.

———————–

The next time he sent her a photo, it had been over 9 months since he’d last seen her and she’d been on his mind all day.

It wasn’t unusual for him to get wrapped up in thoughts of her but it had been plaguing him in a way it hadn’t in a while – starting with a dream in the middle of the night that woke him up startled and coursing through his brain all morning. When it wasn’t better by night-time he’d gone for a drink with the team to take his mind off it, and when that hadn’t helped he’d found himself scrolling through old messages and photos and videos that he’d sworn he was going to delete (or at least put on a flash drive, out of sight out of mind).

When he still had that feeling that something was missing, that he was categorically in the wrong place right now, he got out of bed and walked into the living room in search of a cure.

He remembered, later, one photograph he’d never been able to take down. He lifted his head upwards to the top of his DVD shelves and grabbed for the card, bringing it down and sitting on the sofa with it in his hands.

A Paris street. Years ago now. She looked like a 50s movie star, frozen in time, and he could remember how enraptured he’d been as he’d approached her - watching her in her own world, flicking through postcards and wrapping her coat tighter around her.

Him capturing it in a photo had been what alerted her to his presence, but instead of asking him to delete it like he’d expected she’d simply rolled her eyes and told him with a smile that he was late.

He thought so fondly of that weekend even now. They’d both been overcompensating in the dust of everything that had happened, nervous and eager and hurting deep down, and Paris had come along at the perfect moment to show them both that the thing they’d been orbiting around for four years wasn’t lost. Could be stronger, even. And it was.

Before he could change his mind he went to grab his phone and snapped a photo of the image, opened the long-gone conversation thread and ignored his previously unanswered message.

“Weird day - you’ve been on my mind. Hope everything’s good. Open invitation: call if you need me.”

———————–

Almost two years down, he got a social media reminder of something he tried not to think about.

He didn’t have a photograph of the actual day Ziva became an American citizen. In spite of his promises he’d be there, he’d ended up in another country entirely as she swore her loyalty to his.

He’d felt sick even now that he’d missed her ceremony, knowing how much it had meant to her, even if she tried to play it down when he’d told her. He looked at the photograph that had popped up in his notifications, the two of them smiling with her certificate, and ran his hand over it. Her eyes were so bright and he could barely remember her looking so young.

He remembered how proud she’d been. Wondered if she still was, after how it had ended.

He found himself wondering, selfishly, if he still crossed her mind sometimes too.

“Happy anniversary Miss America”

Part of him was worried it would sound spiteful, but hoped she still knew him well enough to see the good meaning behind it. He pressed send and turned off his phone.

———————–

The first time he thought about sending a photo but didn’t, he was holed up in a small Paris apartment wringing his hands.

He’d known he wasn’t going to hear from her often – she’d took great pains to explain that, voice shaking, reminding him over and over that it was for his own safety. But Tali had been asking for her for days and Tony couldn’t stop looking at the photo they’d taken in Cairo, the one he swore he’d destroy soon, where Tali was curled up in Ziva’s lap and Ziva was looking down at her like she’d hung the moon and stars.

It was the same night, as if by magic, that his phone beeped. He scrambled around for it in the dark, heart in his mouth. A  withheld number flashed on screen.

“Checking in. Everything is OK. On my mind tonight and always.”

———————–

The first and last time Ziva sent Tony a photo, he hadn’t been able to sleep all night.

When Ziva had been away he’d been non-negotiable on work trips and conferences. Now she was back he’d considered it a miracle he’d managed to get 18 months out of the way before being offered a spot on a 3 day conference that was taking place in London. Two hours in it became clear that nothing being shared was particularly relevant to his role, and any number of other members of staff could’ve been sent in his place. He knew he had no more right to be at home than any of them, but it made being away that much harder.

It was 3:18am in London and he knew it was even later in Paris but he couldn’t help himself as he flicked his screen on.

“Still awake? x”

“You sound like a teenage boy.”

“Take that as a yes”

The photo she responded with was a simple one from her slightly pixelated front-facing camera on the phone she refused to upgrade. She was sat up in bed, hair tipped over one shoulder. Wearing one of his t-shirts.

“How is it possible you’ve got even more beautiful in my absence?”

“Hush.

We missed you today”

“Never leaving again. Can’t wait to be home.”

“Pizza and movie night. Your pick.”

“Marry me?”

“Maybe the gigantic block on my finger in that photo did not give it away, but unfortunately I am already getting married 3 months from now.”

“That’s too bad. Lucky guy.”

“Yes, he is.”

“(Just so you know, it’s a rock. Not block.)”

“Goodnight, Mr DiNozzo. X”

“Night Mrs DiNozzo”

[baekterflyeffect]

like toxin || epilogue

developing romantic feelings for your friend with benefit are uncalled for; knowing how it will only lead to your heart being shattered to pieces.

genre: angst, happy ending warning(s): suggestive situations. word count: 1.7k notes(s): because everyone screamed at me for a continuation and i am not that mean. as usual, expect change of tenses. and also, tagging those who i accidentaly broke their hearts; @marimsun @dreamingofdreamydream​

Baekhyun sighed for the umphtenth time in his bed, it was hard for him to fall asleep knowing he fucked up a lot when it came to you. It has been two weeks since the last time he talked to you, two weeks since the last time he was able to hold you in his arms. He doesn’t want to admit that it was killing him that he was no longer able to be by your side. 

His relationship with you were nothing but friends, he would even call you his best friend if you allowed him. But his infatuation towards you turned him into a greedy monster, he wanted more from you, it’s true. His greed was the reason why you fell into his bed in tangled mess and moans. Both him and you were both sober when he shared a night with you, but it didn’t stop him, didn’t stop you; knowing fully well of the consequences that will come in the morning. 

He thought he would be able to forget about his feelings for you once he had you in his bed, he doesn’t expect that his greed took turns into a greater problem. Baekhyun wanted more. Wanted all of you, yet, he fucked it up.

“No strings attached, right?” You have said the morning after. Although it crushed him, he knew better. He doesn’t want to lose you in his life, letting himself believe that it was good enough to put a friends with benefits label with the friendship. 

But he ruined it. 

He let you believe that he doesn’t bore any more feelings for you more than sexual attachments. The brokenness of your voice recorded clearly inside his memory. Baekhyun remembered clearly when he tightened his arms around you, and told you that he will have you in his arms for one last night. Regret filled his body when he realized he stopped himself from being honest with how he felt for you.

It was three am when Baekhyun gave up sleeping, sitting up on his bed to get his guitar. A memory of you begging him to play the instrument flashed through his mind. Baekhyun smiled bitterly at that, sitting down on the edge of his bed with his guitar propped on his lap, he began to let his fingers move on the string of his guitar to create melodies. He’s thankful that he doesn’t have to worry about his neighbors as he could still hear the apartment unit next to him shouting as they played games. 

Baekhyun doesn’t know what goes through his mind when he reaches out his phone, finding the voice recording application easily to record himself singing accompanied by the melody of his guitar.

“... even if the wind is cold, no matter where I am, when I close my eyes and think of you… It feels like spring has come to me only.” 

He ended the recording with a bitter smile. Sighing to himself before he put his phone and guitar back in place, deciding he will try to sleep with the thought of your warmth.

He’s drunk,  shitfaced, and that is nothing new. But him being alone in his room without a random companion next to him and thinking about your smile is new to him, and to everyone around him. 

Two months. Time has passed ever so slowly the time you stopped being in his life. It has been two months since the last time he spoke to you, since the last time he had you in his arms. And fuck, how much he wished you were here with him, in his arms; so that he is able to declare how much in love he is with you. But the universe hates him, and he couldn’t have you in his arms after his fuck up. 

He knows he shouldn’t be doing this, shouldn’t be sending you a recording of him serenading to no one in his room at the thought of you that he recorded two months ago. Baekhyun is drunk, but he is sober enough to fucking think, that he shouldn’t send it to you. 

After all, he was the one who fuck it up. But he still sent it anyway. He will deal with his hangover and the heartbreak of you not replying back tomorrow in the morning.

The universe hates him, he decides. Baekhyun is running late for his final paper of the semester with a hangover and a dead phone that he forgot to charge last night. Cursing as he barged inside the lecture room as he thought the paper had begun because of the quietness of it. 

Oh how wrong he was. 

Because there is you, sitting alone in one of the chairs with your phone in your hand and his singing voice resonating inside the room. His mouth spread apart, suddenly the headache he has is gone. 

“You would know that your paper is postponed if you check your phone.” You said, looking up to him with a slight stretch on your lips. Baekhyun gulps, shoving his hand inside his pocket and rubbing the back of his neck with the other one. 

“Yeah, my phone died. I forgot to charge it.” He said sheepishly, avoiding looking at you by letting his eyes set on his own shoes. 

There’s an awkward silence filled the room now as the recording he sent to you finished playing, then he heard a sigh escaped from your lips. 

“Come here,” you ask, tone a little bit pleading as if you were afraid Baekhyun would run away again. “Let’s talk.” 

Baekhyun sighs then, walking towards you before sitting himself next to you. His eyes still cast down to his shoes, afraid to actually make a conversation. But he doesn’t want to be a coward, he assumed that you shared a mutual feeling with him, and he wanted to let you know that he does love you. 

“I’m sorry,” he muttered, bravely looking at you with a smile on his lips, “I know I have been a coward for running away like that instead of.. asking you the real reason why you want to stop whatever it is between us.”  

“Do you want to know why?” You questioned him, your voice trembles. He took your hand in his nonchalantly, squeezing it with his to let you know he is here to listen. Baekhyun nods then his heart beats a little bit too fast. 

“I fell in love with you, Baekhyun.”

Baekhyun's eyes widened at your confession, then you continued. “When we first started, I didn't have any romantic feelings towards you. I just see you as my best friend. Someone whom I cherish. But as time goes I get greedy, I want you to myself, and it makes me angry to see that someone else got the same treatment as I do from you.” 

Another sigh escapes from your lips, this time it was a painful one. Baekhyun now understands your sudden indifference, how suddenly your nonchalant behavior turned into something more that he wasn’t able to pinpoint before. At some point in his arrangement with you, you started to show more emotions. Started to be more needy, and more clingy. Now he knows why, and it makes his heart bloom. 

Baekhyun inhales, calling your name when he notices you are not looking at him. “Sweetheart,” he starts again, making you snap your head to look at him with your eyes widened, cheeks tinted with slight blush, “do you know why I started our.. arrangement?” He questions, making you shake your head. 

“It was because I’m in love with you.”

He finally confesses. Dropping the bomb right to your face. Baekhyun smiles, caressing the back of your hand with his thumb. “We were―are―so close back then. You are my best friend whom I am able to talk about everything with, and you make me so comfortable being myself every time we are together and I know it was because I’m in love with you. I’m in love with you.” He continued. If he is nervous, he tried his best to not let it show. 

Baekhyun studies your expression, surprise filled your entire face and he didn’t miss the twinkle in your eyes. 

“But.. but why did you also sleep with someone else?” 

He knows you will question it, making his smile bigger. “I didn't. I never. Yes, I do make physical… contacts with women that I met in clubs, but I never touch them beyond that.” Baekhyun answers truthfully. “It always been you in my mind.”

“Why did you leave me in the morning then? Why didn’t you.. fight for us?” You questioned him again. 

“Because you ever said our arrangement is no string attached and I thought you finally have someone else that you’re seeing.” Baekhyun sighs, bringing your hand to his lips to give it feathery kisses. “And I’m so sorry that I didn’t fight for us, because I am a coward who can only drunkenly send you a recording of me singing in hope you’ll get my message.” He continues with a playful tone. His eyes mirror the happiness in your eyes. 

“You have a lot of making up to do, you know?” You bit your lower lip, but he knows it is a habit when you’re trying to tease him back. 

“Only if you agree to be my girlfriend.” 

Baekhyun saw how your eyes crinkle when you laugh, shaking your head in endearment. 

“Deal. You owe me plenty of mindblowing orgasm to make up for the two months I spent with my fingers.”

He gape at your statement, snorting then before pulling you to sit on his lap. With his arms circled around your waist, he nuzzled the tip of his nose to yours, “Should I start with giving you one in this room?” 

You giggle at his question, capturing his lips with yours, and oh, how much he missed having your soft pillow against his. 

“Only if you take me on a real date after this.”

“If you don’t mind walking with my cum inside you.” 

“And serenading me with love songs.”

“Oh I will do it until our last breath, sweetheart.” 

“Then it’s a deal, boyfriend.” 

Laughter fills the classroom, and it soon turns to breathy moans and skin slapping. Baekhyun didn’t care about someone finding out, as long as he has you in his arms. 

[lanamemories2]

rides onto the dash nude n on horseback like this pic of sam way. oh fancy seeing u here.......... im impeccably tensed our entire exchange. buns like steel cld crack a nut open between them. i’m nai n it’s so nice to meet u all!!!! i’m one of the admins here (josefine frida pettersen on the main) n i’m so Excited 2 get things going........... some facts abt me r i sometimes hv a witch’s cackle, i once drunkenly swung frm a tree branch pretending to b tarzan n fell n grass stained my fav jeans at 4 in the morning n i lov spicy food despite the fact it mkes me sweat like a hog in the sun. more abt lana under the cut!!! also like this or hmu if u wna plot n her pinterest is here n playlist is here 👺🌚

「kristine froseth & cis-female」⇾ jameson , lana, the junior radcliffe student’s records show that she is a gemini and 22 years old. she is studying dance, living in off campus and can be vivacious, passionate, childish & impulsive. when i see her i am reminded of stepping out in the cold wearing just a red slip, lipstick on a stranger’s throat, a bumper sticker on the back of a convertible cadillac that says ‘SCRAPPY DOO IS A FILTHY SLUT’. ⇽「nai & 23 & gmt & she/her.」

AESTHETICS:

scalding your fingers in shower water until they glow like rudolph’s nose, cherry red gym socks tugged high and nothing else, stepping out in the cold wearing just a red slip, an origami swan made from an old receipt, tickling a stranger’s chin with the end of a feather boa, crowning each finger with a miniature raspberry, hugging a knee close to lick a stripe of fruit juice off a bruise there, doodling penises in the condensation of a car window, a water pistol topped with rum and covered in glittery pin-up stickers, believable smiles that feel more like baring teeth, a bumper sticker on the back of a convertible cadillac that says ‘SCRAPPY DOO IS A FILTHY SLUT’, prancing around in your underwear to a vinyl record with the curtains open.

HISTORY:

lana grew up in a big house in albany, NY. albums framed on the walls. mayb some rolling stone covers too frm way bk when of the bands her dad’s label signed. kind of like… a rock star palace w no evidence of children at all. i think i summarised it best in one of lana’s self paras once when i said the garden ws “as big as it was unloved”, not that u wld know from all of the gardener’s pruning

lana’s mum victoria (vic) ws a music journalist w a pretty fruitful career ahead of her when she met lana’s dad richard (rich). his record label ws jst starting out, founded on the coattails of his rich best friend’s (jensen peters) investment w his other best friend (who he jst calls knoxville). it rocketed to success when they signed poppy injects, a rock band w an electric stage presence, n victoria ws drawn to the glitz n glamour of a man tht ws at the helm of his aspiring industry. their love ws very impulsive, all or nothing right frm the start, n it ws almost like she ws mre in love w his accomplishments n what he represented than him

anyway so jameson records repped a few big rock bands bk in the eighties, altho poppy injects r who they’re mostly known fr, namely bc of hw brightly they crashed n burned. (drugs/addiction tw) they were a big chart success bt the lead singer hd quite an intense struggle w heroin (wsnt rly subtle abt it either while he ws in the public eye as u cn probably imagine frm such an on-the-nose band name) n he ws always in n out of the papers. it eventually brought down his career n it ws a big publicity nightmare

lana pretty much… grew up around figures like this throughout childhood. rly troubled characters who wld kind of… b extremely volatile n destructive abt their troubles. the jameson house was kind of an open one as welcoming clients went n a lot of parties took place there. a lot of the time musicians wld b snorting lines in the kitchen when she wnted to grab a bowl of cereal fr breakfast. very strange environment fr a child to grow up in

her parents always kind of jst… didn’t like her much. her older brother caleb ws unplanned bt they sort of welcomed the surprise more bt… quickly realised they weren’t cut out fr parenthood n then when lana came as another surprise 3 yrs later they didn’t even try to hide their resentment abt the situation. her mum ws actually booked in to have an abortion bt cldnt go through with it at the last minute. once when lana asked her why shes so cold towards her she jst turned her head frm her dresser, looked at her, told her abt this n said “idk why i didn’t go”. lana didn’t kno wht to say to tht so she jst left her room n closed the door

(dissociation/delusion tw) bc of this growing up lana adopted this weird like…. she didn’t rly kno what it ws bt it ws a delusion of sorts where she thought she ws a ghost. she’d jst sort of… drift around the halls w noone acknowledging her n sometimes she ws jst convinced she wsnt actually there or they cldnt see her n she ws jst haunting the house frm a previous family

the one saving grace tho tht sort of?? gt her thru this n made her feel Seen ws caleb. lana quite genuinely hs always thought the sun shines out of her older brothers ass like she jst thinks. hes the best person in the entire world. wld b rly bewildered if anyone questioned tht. he wld always look out for her in the zoo they called a home n cut the crusts off her PBJs so they lkd like teddy bears (he’d cook fr them most of the time bc their parents were too busy/didn’t care to) n sometimes wld even sleep at the bottom of her bed curled up like a guard dog. it ws always lana n caleb n his best friend tommy against the world in tht house (tommy lived next door n was always over bc he had very strict parents / a military father tht he found suffocating)

SO when caleb n tommy announced tht they’d signed up to the army lana ws understandably…….. blindsided. she ws rly upset tht they were leaving like pretty besides herself bt she tried not to b mad at them n made them promise theyd b safe n back as soon as possible. she even asked if they cld somehow take her w them n they were jst like :/ it doesn’t work that way luv x

(death tw, ptsd tw, grief tw, trauma tw, hospitalisation tw, drugs tw) anyway caleb ended up getting discharged under grounds of severe ptsd when he witnessed tommy die in an explosion tht took place in a shock raid. caleb returned home sans tommy bt he was never the same after tht. he’s been in n out of hospital n he turned to using as a way to cope so it’s been a rly bumpy road since. lana kind of felt like two of her brothers died out there in a way n jst like tht it wasn’t them vs the world any mre, it was jst her

ANYWAY whew tht rly…. took a dark turn there….. chuckles nervously at hw sad lana’s life is bt it’s fine it’s all fINE!!!!!!! ok. so on a mre lighthearted note the jameson family r pretty well off n bc of her relation to such a big music industry figure she’s hung out w a fair few relatively high rep ppl thru her teens. mostly kids of celebrities n stuff like tht. she amassed kind of an instagram following mainly fr her style (penny lane-esque in some aspects aka lots of fur cuff trimmed jackets bt then also jst…. a wild combination of everything honestly. pastel faux fur coats, seventies style platforms, flame red cowboy boots, pink fishnet tights n glitter used like highlight Everywhere) n bc she’s undeniably Pretty Gorl

(trauma tw) after caleb got back he was rly withdrawn n depressed. he shut lana out n was kind of harsh to her a lot of the time, always telling her to leave him alone or pushing her away. it didnt help either tht lana had a rly traumatic experience w some of her dad’s colleagues at the label when she ws 16 n he was away n she cldnt even tell him abt it once he was bk bc of his own traumas. she kind of jst shut it all in n kept it to herself

(hypersexuality tw) this obviously?? made her spiral a lot. she was already a girl tht loved sex but since her trauma it got…. completely out of hand. it got to a point where she couldnt rly go 2 days without it, probably not even 1. her lowest point has probably been scrolling thru craiglist for anonymous encounters n meeting up w strangers on there fr hookups even tho it’s insanely dangerous n she cld wind up getting herself killed. the risk is honestly part of the appeal to her sometimes she’s :////// quite self destructive n jst likes a thrill to mke her feel Alive. it’s v clear at this point tht she has a sex addiction whether she’s ever admitted it or not. it kind of… almost mingled w tht same feeling she used to get when she ws younger of being a ghost?? like she jst. only rly feels Real when she’s being touched

(violence tw) she’s had.................... SCH a bad history dating wise. she almost always dates fking.... actual beasts like i jst wna gently shake her by the shoulders sometimes bt :////////////// one of her recent exes is in prison aftr he beat up someone she’d slept w in front of her like she jst. has had a very Not Sexy time w romance...... she hd to b a witness in the trial abt it n he ws found guilty n sent down so it ws like Intense n a gd example of the kinds of disastrous relationships she gets herself into. perks of being a wallflower voice: We Accept The Love We Think We Deserve.

this past summer she gt a job at a burlesque club in downtown lovell!!! it honestly is her dream job like. dancing? being sexy? fav hobbies................. most delicious pastimes... 10/10 ideal fr her............... she almost started working at a coyote ugly bar bt this one won her over. she usually jets off to some foreign country n has a rly exotic n action packed summer bt i think she wldv just been working local there fr this one to b close to her brother (the rehab he’s at is close like a 40 min drive so!). she’s also moved into a big lofty apartment w 3 roommates tht’s above a chinese take out w lots of lanterns hung outside. the street? scott street......................... tribute to mizz phoebe bridgers hunger games salutes to the sky so it travels 2 her............. she gt a red heart shaped bath tub installed which hs always been her dream so honestly the summer hs been pretty gd to her....... five stars on yelp she deserves Some happiness once in a while

PERSONALITY:

always smells vaguely of wild cherries or strawberry starburst or jst the candy aisle in general. if she ws a vinyl record she’d b this one n she’d only play good vibrations by the beach boys, dancing on my own by robyn, play that funky music by wild cherry, femme fatale by the velvet underground n (i can’t get no) satisfaction by the rolling stones

growing up lana was always a HUGE social butterfly. knew everyone n everyone knew her. she ws one of those girls tht ws kind of impossible to ignore or forget (cld b a gd or bad thing depends on ur Stance...... she can be a lot tho frankly). very animated, always made u feel like u were the centre of the universe whenever she spoke to u, always made it feel like u were best friends even if ud only spoken to her once.

deliberately puts on tht kind of Magnetic Alluring act tht femme fatales wear in movies sometimes. kind of…. is always playing A Role of the person tht she wants to b seen as or the person she feels ppl want her to be. chameleons to situations. feels like she’s performed as the vivacious n fun loving Lana Jameson fr so long tht she doesn’t rly kno who she is beneath tht bt she isn’t too keen to find out

always the last one awake at the party. jst doesn’t seem to hv.... an off switch. every1 else cld b passed out at 6am n she’d still b swaying around to sunday morning by the velvet underground in her underwear drinking frm a bottle of merlot

she’s always been rly spontaneous n adventurous. always doing something weird n wild every weekend. she has ten thousand ridiculously absurd n chaotic stories

uncontrollably flirty. she’s tht tumblr post tht’s like flirting will b ur hubris n the reply is like kind of sexy of u to say so................ SO confident cld talk to anyone. makes a joke out of anything. tends to laugh when she feels like crying. even if she DOES cry she’ll smile thru it like it isn’t happening she jst.... doesn’t like to b negative ever if she cn help it

she’s amassed a weird collection of like... Things various ppl she’s known hv made abt her. this guy she ws friends w wrote a song abt her n performed it at a gig she went to without telling her in advance. it ws rly dramatic he sang it n looked at her the whole time n she ws jst a bit like.... omg.... lmfao............... she’s also hd various paintings done of her. i honestly dnt even rly kno hw it happens she jst has a personality where she..... leaves an impression like a lipstick print on a white shirt w some ppl.................. she’s like tht tumblr post where someone arrives at a poetry reading n is like hi yes........ where do the muses sit? except she isn’t rly.... obnoxious abt it she jst shrugs n is like.......... oh that........... KJHSFKHGSFKGHSFKGSFHGK. it’s a charmed life fr some

always dapples her fingers thru the breeze when she’s driving in a car w the window down. she almost always has some sort of sweet on her, whether it’s sour haribo cherries or strawberry lollipops.

PLOTS:

exes tht lana’s fucked over hideously. she’d probably cheat a lot and it’d be a whole…mess. whips her in the town square like gale

mayb someone tht flipped the switch and cheated on her??? chaos. anguish. strife. 

someone tht works at the burlesque club in downtown lovell w her!!!!! as like a bartender or another dancer or security or................... whtvr honestly. hvn’t worked out a name fr the club yet bt i think it cld b a fun setting to write stuff in n there cld b lots to build off there!!

a cousin plot cld b fun too

her n freya nilsen run smthn called Dick Sisters Inc......... they hv a twitter fr it n everything.... n a hq based in one of the abandoned dorms in the leach building.... lots of inflatable furniture disco balls.............. lana even gt replica airplane seats so they cn sit n b served drinks by this guy tht runs errands fr them who they call bucket....... they bsically like. set ppl up n help ppl get laid it’s a matchmaking service of sorts.......... started as a joke bt nw it’s genuinely become quite a profitable business w word spreading all over campus........ ugh entrepreneurial icons... anyway mayb ur chara cld come to lana fr Dick Sisters assistance......... mayb they’v come to them in the past......... 

a friend tht lana fel out w bc she slept w their significant other.

someone tht’s getting lana into drugs?? she’s kind of impressionable/down for anything so tht’s a likely scenario she’d get into tbh

briefly did camgirl stuff on an independent bt up n coming porn site....... titters.......... mayb ur muse used a pseudonym n recognises lana frm it bt is too embarrassed to admit they were subscribed............ mayb they happened upon her on there once n nw r jst like. what do i do w this knowledge. idk cld b fun to work around perhaps

an unrequited crush!! (either way is cool)

someone tht is just hanging out w her/using her bc she has a lot of instagram followers or they want to b signed to her dad’s label

someone in a band!! she’d probably make like penny lane n b their groupie/sleep w them all i won’t lie to u. relentless.....

umm a good influence too mayb?

honestly?? anything is fine i cld ramble for days. mayb even one of the high profile kids she grew up hangin w idk. world’s our oyster fellas!

[main-to-card-games-and-pain]

life in pink

Hello yes I’m here to deliver the ineffable husband fluff. First off, everyone listen to La vie en rose by Louis Armstrong cause I heard it and went yes, this is their wedding song now. Tagging @top-crowley-central because they deserve this.

...

There was something about human celebration that was absolutely perfect to Aziraphale. They had such a fantastic taste for pleasure, for merriment, fun, and they knew how to love each other.

Unfortunately the flip side of that coin was that they knew how to hate each other as well, and could be unimaginably cruel.

The angel could taste both in this club tonight. It was a club for men and women of the same sex to love each other freely, dance and kiss and grasp each other without society’s scorn; it made Aziraphale smile.

If the police came knocking the couples quickly found a partner of the opposite sex, a suggestion cleverly whispered into the club’s organizer’s ear by a certain angel. There was nothing unholy about protecting humans from harm, he reasoned.

He was sitting at the bar’s counter, merely taking in the sounds of the jazz music from the old-school record player and the whoops of excitement from the dancers as they spun and swung in each other’s arms.

Someone slid into the barstool beside him, their arm brushing against his own for just a moment. Aziraphale was just about to turn and tell the newcomer politely that he didn’t want company tonight when he caught a glimpse of his eyes, catching just enough gold behind the sunglasses to know instantly who it was.

“Crowley,” the angel greeted, hoping desperately his voice didn’t betray his elation.

“Angel,” the demon returned, his playful grin ever present. He’d had millennia of practice in covering his feelings, Aziraphale was just getting used to it.

It’d been ten years since the war ended, and he didn’t know how many since the church incident; when he’d realized he loved Crowley, not as an angel loved all Creation or even as a man loves his friend, he loved him with his whole heart, romantically. He suspected he always had, and was just too blind to himself to see it.

“What are you doing here?” Aziraphale cast his eyes over the ambience of the club, the low lights and romantic atmosphere.

“Seems like my kind of scene, don’t you think? Hedonism, dishonesty, lust, adultery- I imagine for some of the older ones - and well-”

“Love?” Aziraphale teased, quirking a suggestive eyebrow.

Crowley made a disgruntled huff and rolled his eyes. “Homosexuality.”

“Oh,” Aziraphale huffed, “we both know She doesn’t really care. Humans invented that particular brand of hate.” And then after a moment, “Right?”

“Right, angel. My people didn’t do it.” Oh, why did Crowley have to do that? Quirk his mouth into that fond little smile and glance at Aziraphale and then back to his drink like they shared something inexplicable. Ineffable.

“Well, nor did mine.”

“Another case of human stupidity then.”

Aziraphale hummed, sipping his wine to fill the silence. Crowley likewise sipped his whisky. The music changed then, from upbeat swing to a lilting jazz ballad, the first few notes of the piano signalling the change.

Ah, he knew this one. Armstrong’s La vie en rose.

Aziraphale glanced to his right and when he glanced back at Crowley the demon had outstretched his hand towards him.

“Dance, angel?”

Aziraphale balked at the offer, his eyes going from Crowley’s hand to that dammed Grin again. He so awfully wanted to say yes, but Heaven... they- they would- and if Hell found out? No, his love for Crowley was equal only in his fear of Heaven and of himself.

“Crowley, I- it, it wouldn’t be proper, I can’t-”

“Don’t sweat it angel,” Crowley said, retracting his hand without any hurt. Aziraphale saw him wink even behind his glasses. “Next time.”

He glanced at something - someone - behind the angel’s back and moved away. Aziraphale realized he probably wasn’t even expecting the angel to say yes.

Aziraphale took a chance glance backwards.

Crowley was smiling at some other man, leaning confidently backwards against his table until the man took him by the arm and brought him out to the dance floor.

Something curled and whipped in Aziraphale’s stomach.

When you kiss me Heaven sighs

The man was attractive as far as human standards went, chestnut hair and striking blue eyes. Angular in all the right places and muscular in all the others. He held Crowley’s waist firmly, smiling and saying something that made the demon grin.

It wasn’t the Grin but it was a grin, and it sent the whipping feeling in Aziraphale’s stomach again.

Crowley chuckled as the man drunkenly lost his footing as the demon tried to turn him under his arm, resulting in Crowley catching him against his chest.

When you press me to your heart

Aziraphale watched the pair, more specifically Crowley, and knew they’d go home together tonight.

He realized what the whipping in his stomach was.

I’m in a world apart

It was jealousy.

He wouldn’t see Crowley for nearly twelve years, and when he did it was to give him a tartan flask that he prayed wouldn’t lead to his destruction.

...

The Notpocalypse had been a year ago, and there had been no reason since to slow down. Aziraphale had finally caught up to Crowley and the two were happier than they’d been in millennia.

Something flashed behind the pair, a camera shutter clicked and Anathema smiled as she checked the screen.

Crowley was dressed in a black tuxedo while Aziraphale sported an equally elegant white one (with a tartan bow tie of course).

They’d waited six thousand years, now that they were free to do as they pleased you could bet Heaven and Hell combined they wanted everything, including a wedding.

It was a small affair, Anathema was the Maid of Honour, Newton the Best Man. That was the extent of their wedding party and guests. It was held on a July afternoon at Anathema’s cottage, and it was perfect.

Anathema snapped a picture as Aziraphale fed a delighted looking Crowley a bite of his cake, grinning ear to ear as his husband (!) did the same to him, their arms intertwined.

A familiar introduction began to play over the gramophone, Aziraphale recognized it instantly from nearly seventy years prior.

Crowley grabbed him by the hand and waist, merrily swaying him with the music.

“I always thought this song was romantic,” Crowley cooed. “I like the lyrics.”

Aziraphale smiled and nodded, gently swiping his thumb over his husband’s cheek.

“It’s our first dance, angel,” Crowley laughed, trying desperately to keep the tears out of his eyes. “Can you believe it? We get a first dance, because we’re married.”

“We are,” Aziraphale laughed, overwhelmed with joy in that moment. “I love you so much, my love. I love you so much.”

And life will always be

La vie en rose

Was this sappy and cute or was it sappy and dumb? I dunno but I couldn’t resist writing it. Ineffable husbands have ruined my life in the best way.

[gwuncanisbetterthanduncney]

Mike’s Past.....

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In Mike’s perspective. Still gonna do my Gwuncan/tdas tho.BTW this is based kinda on a million other fanfics I’ve read, so basically, none of the ideas is my own.this story starts when Mike was 9.BTW,in my head,Mike never pressed that damn button,and is a tiny bit more accurate about his DID/MPD.

I always knew my dad’s abuse towards me and my mom would affect me, but not like this..........

In school, I was always quiet.I didn’t have any friends because I didn’t talk to anyone, not even my teachers. Every time someone spoke to me, I could hear my Dad’s voice in my head. “If you or your damn mother tell any nosy b**ch about what happens in this house, I swear to God, I will kill you both with no hesitation,” I remembered him telling me drunkenly as he was preparing to beat me again.I was thinking this as I was sitting in the back corner of the classroom, alone as usual.

“OK everyone, because your parent-teacher meetings are next month, we will have a few tests in the next 2 weeks. We will have the first one today, so get out a pen or pencil and put all books away.”Ms Morresy announced.

“OH NO!”I thought. I always hated tests, but my mom never really cared too much as long as I tried my best, but my dad was completely different. If I didn’t do well in these tests, my life would become an even bigger hell than it already was, and the beatings would be much harder.

I got really nervous and frustrated.I started to panic.All I could think about was the pain that was waiting for me at home.My nerves only got worse when we started the test. I finished all of the questions but one, and we only had 5 minutes left. I couldn’t figure out the answer,and got really frustrated.I felt myself taking a huge, deep breath and my eyes bulge out of my head, and all of a sudden, I blacked out.I had no idea how long I was out for, but when I was conscious again, I was hunched over, at the top of the classroom, pointing at my teacher.I straightened up and asked Ms Morresy what happened. She looked angry. “Go wait outside the door, Mike.”

I did as I was told and my teacher joined me a few moments later.

“What was that, Mike?” she asked. “What do you mean? What did I do?”I asked shyly.

Without another word, my teacher led me to the room where they kept all of the school’s security cameras.She clicked on the camera in our classroom and pressed play. I saw myself getting frustrated while doing my test, and my eyes all of a sudden bulging out of my head while I inhaled sharply. I hunched over in my chair, and my face looked old. One of my eyes was closed tightly and my lips went small and it looked like I had just bitten down on a lemon.

On the video, Ms Morrisy came over to me and asked: “Are you OK Mike?” “Mike? Who’s Mike? Name’s Chester, missy” I........or... ‘Chester’ said. I then heard everyone gasp, and some giggled. “Mike, sit back down and finish your test.” my teacher said sternly as ‘Chester’ stood up. “You dang whippersnapper!Back in my day, we didn’t need tests!”He was about to say something else, but I gasped again and my eyes bulged out of my head.

Ms Morrisy turned off the video and gave me an expecting glare.

I didn’t know what to say. I stood there for a while, trying to process what I had just seen. “I promise, I don’t remember anything. I remember doing my test, and I blacked out!”I said, hoping my teacher would understand.

“Mike, I’m going to have to call your parents. If you are telling the truth, and you don’t remember anything, your parents need to know,” she told me calmly.

I started breathing heavily. How was I supposed to stop her? I got frustrated and it happened again. My eyes were bulging and I took a deep breath. I woke up the next day, on the attic floor. I was terrified. I started to cry. Last time, I was up there, my dad was so angry, he left me up there for days, without food or water, and made my mom tell everyone I was sick. This was the place I was sent when he was extremely mad and didn’t even care if I lived because of what I had done. Even if that was nothing at all.

Usually, I would remember what I did, but this time, I had no idea.

WHAT HAPPENED WHILE CHESTER WAS IN CONTROL.

Ms Morrisey called Mike’s parents right as his father was getting drunk and beating his mother, calling her..........bad names. He answered the phone rudely and threw Mike’s mom into the car. He drove to the school drunkenly, each minute Mike’s mother getting even more scared for her life. When they reached the school, his dad walked up to the teacher while his mother ran over to Mike, standing beside her.

“Mike! Are you okay? What happened?” she asked.

“You dang whippersnappers! Why are you calling me Mike? Name’s Chester!”Chester snapped back, while his mother looked up at the teacher, worriedly. His father stared down at him angrily, barely able to stand.

His mother stood up and talked to Ms Morrisey.

“What’s wrong with him?” she asked. “I have no idea! We were in class doing a test, when Mike just stood up, calling himself Chester, and when I took him to the camera room and showed him what happened, he acted so shocked! He told me that he didn’t remember anything and then when I told him I was going to have to call you both, he took a deep breath and turned into this ‘Chester’ again.”Ms Morrisey explained.

“Oh my god!”Mike’s mother exclaimed. She had researched what affects abuse could have on children, and something that came up was something called MPD, or Multiple Personality Disorder, also known as DID or Dissociative Identity Disorder.

Her thoughts were interrupted by Chester complaining about his legs hurting from standing so long. His father thanked Ms Morrisey and grabbed the boy and his mother by the arm and shoved them into the car. All the way home, Chester lectured his father about respecting his elders.

All his father’s anger was bottling up in the car, so when they got home, he went off!

As his father was about to punch him in the stomach, ignoring his wife’s pleads for him to stop, Chester took a deep breath and his eyes bulged out of his head. He ripped off his shirt and his hair slicked back naturally. He changed. “Eh yo! What you think you’re doin’?” this new person said as he grabbed his father’s fist. He pushed him to the ground, but that just fueled his father’s anger. He grabbed his son. “Eh yo! You wanna touch the Vito, you gotta make an appointment!” he said as his father threw him on the ground and started punching and kicking him as hard as he could.’ ‘Vito’ tried to fight back, but he wasn’t strong enough,and eventually passed out. His mother just watched all of this in astonishment. First, an old man named Chester, and now a strongman named Vito?

She decided she wouldn’t tell her husband or anyone about what she suspected. At least, not until her husband was in jail.

His father threw Vito into the attic and locked the door. He then made his way back to his wife, to let out the rest of his anger.

BACK WITH MIKE.

I sat there, in the middle of the floor, crying and confused. I knew my dad had beaten me because as usual, there were a million more bruises on my body and I was bleeding. Like, a lot.

After a while, no matter how much my entire body hurt, I decided that I wasn’t going to just sit there and cry. While I was up there, I decided to at least do something useful so I started practising my gymnastics. My mom signed me up so that I wouldn’t be home as much since it was on every day after school. After a while, I actually started to enjoy it and loved watching the Olympics. Even though none of the other guys in my group wanted me there, because of my dad’s prison record. They thought I might be dangerous.

After days, and days of starvation and dehydration, my dad finally unlocked the door and let my mom make me something to eat.

The next day, when I wasn’t as weak and didn’t look suspicious, I was sent back to school.

I walked into the classroom and everyone was staring at me. I felt really uncomfortable because I had never gotten this much attention before. Everyone just acted like I didn’t exist most of the time.

I put my back at the wall and slowly slid down it, but as I did, I didn’t notice that my shirt got caught on a nail, and it ripped off. While everyone was staring at me, I inhaled again and blacked out......again, with my shirt ripped off and my hair slicked back.

WHAT HAPPENED WHILE VITO WAS IN CONTROL

“Eh yo! That’s right ladies, take in the Vito!” he exclaimed, jumping up from the ground, winking at a group of girls at the front of the crowd surrounding him.

Just then, Ms Morrisey walked into the room and started the class. Then she saw that Vito had no shirt on. ''Mike, what are you doing? Put your shirt on, now please!'' she said sternly. ''Eh yo, no problem, but miss, it's Vito!'' he replied as he put on his shirt.

Surprisingly, no one even noticed Mike’s bruises or cuts. Not even the teacher.

BACK WITH MIKE

 I inhaled again. My shirt was back on and my hair was back to being as pointy as it was before. ''Thank you Mike'' I heard Ms Morrisey saying. I looked around and saw everyone staring at me."What now? I thought.''What is happening to me???" was all I could think the entire day.

After school, I went as usual to the gym for gymnastics, after getting changed in the toilets so no one would see my bruises and cuts. I arrived before anyone else and my teacher let me practice until everyone else got there.

It was just me and the teacher for a while until everyone else showed up. As usual, when they saw me,they rolled their eyes and scowled.

“OK everyvone, today ve vill be vorking on ze bars.” my teacher announced in her heavy Russian accent “so get into ze pairs please”

Everyone had a partner except for me, as usual. I preferred working on my own though. It just meant that there was no risk of me telling anyone about what I was going through at home. I was kind of nervous because I was the only one that had never tried to go on the bars before since I joined late, but I was too afraid to ask my teacher for help because of my dad’s threat.

I eventually mustered up the courage to get on the bars, but I kept falling off. The more I tried, the more I failed, and the more the rest of the class laughed at me. The teacher told them all to stop,but it made no difference.

No matter how much they laughed at me and teased me, I kept trying, and eventually caught up with the rest of the class on the bars.

When the class was over, I went into the changing room to get changed, and one of the guys in my class came over to me. “Hey, Mike, or is it ‘Chester’.....or ‘Vito’?he asked. I stood in front of him, looking confused.”Who are they?”I thought. “Whatever,” he said, rolling his eyes “Anyway, how come you never change your shirt? You poor or something?”He asked with a snarky look on his face. I started to get nervous. I couldn’t tell him it was because I didn’t want anyone to know I was being abused! So, I just stayed silent.

“If you’re not gonna answer us, we’ll just have to see for ourselves!”He exclaimed, as his friends ran over and started pulling off my shirt. I tried to stop them by fighting back and yelling, but they were too strong. I started to cry as I realized that there was nothing I could do. Then, it happened again, my hair fell into a slicked-back style and I took a deep breath as my eyes bulged out of my head again.

WHAT HAPPENED WHILE VITO WAS IN CONTROL

The boys easily pulled the shirt off of Mike, but as soon as they did, he grabbed them all off of him. “Eh, eh, eh, don’t touch the Vito! He’s precious.”Vito said as they all stared at his stomach. “What’re you lookin’ at,”Vito asked as they all gasped, and one of the boys ran to get the teacher. Vito looked down and realized what they were looking at. “oh,boy”he said under his breath.

When the boy told the gymnastics teacher what happened and what he just saw,she ran into the changing room to see for herself.

When the teacher saw all of the bruises and cuts on Mike/Vito’s arms,stomach and back,she gasped just like the boys had.She told him to get his stuff and brought him up to her office.

“Mike,how did this happen?”she asked worriedly in her heavy accent. “Eh yo,lady,I ain’t Mike!Name’s Vito!And I ain’t tellin you nothin.That’s for Mike to decide.”he replied, folding his arms.

“Vell, ‘Vito’,vhere is Mike?”she asked,quite concerned. “How should I know?”he answered back rudely. “OK vell,I am going to make a call.Und please put your shirt on.” the teacher asked,leaving the room,asking one of the boys to make sure Vito stayed there.The boy moved in front of the door, trying to look tough,like a bodyguard. “Eh yo, why’s everybody tryna cover up the tan?”Vito asked as he put his shirt back on and gasped,putting Mike back in control.

BACK WITH MIKE.

I gasped again,and opened my eyes to an office full of the guys in my class,surrounding me looking confused. “Oh great!What now?”I thought.I was uncomfortable,so I tried to leave,but someone was guarding the door,blocking my way..All of a sudden, one of the guys walked up to me. “Hey,Vito,what’s up with your stomach?”he said,looking half worried half sarcastic. “Vito?”I asked sheepishly.He looked surprised at this,but most people rolled their eyes.

At that moment,my gymnastics teacher burst into the room,took my arm and told everyone to go finish getting changed.I was scared and didn’t know what to do,so when I got the chance, I fled.

I didn’t know where I was running to,all I knew was that wherever I ended up would be better than with my teacher,or anyone that would ask questions about what they had just seen.I don’t know why,but I ran into the woods.I always loved the woods.It was always a great escape from my dad and school.I started gathering wood to make somewhere to sleep.I eventually made a really crappy cone.Then I found my old fedora my mom bought me when I was younger under a big pile of leaves.I hid it out in the woods because I knew my dad would take it away.I guess I just forgot about it over time.I put it on and,well, the same thing happened over again and I blacked out AGAIN.

WHAT HAPPENED.

“Whoo ee!This won’t do for a good night’s sleep!”This new persona said,knocking down what Mike had built.

He set off to find some more wood and soon found it.He somehow found enough that he was able to make a really good fort out off. “Now that’s what an explorer sleeps in!He said,clearly pleased with his work. “Now to find some barra” he said in a thick Aussie accent.

He set off looking for any kind of food,He had to walk out of the woods and across the field outside of it,but he eventually found a lake.He caught fish and collected water.He went back to the make shift fort he had built and made a fire.He boiled the water and cooked the fish.He ate his meal and went to sleep.

The next morning, he was crossing the field again when he thought to himself “This ain’t what’s best for Mike.We can’t just hide out here forever.”He grabbed Mike’s things and made his way ‘home’.As he was walking,a cop car pulled up next to him. “Yeah, I got ‘im,” the cop said, rushing out of the car. “Mike?”he asked. “you need to come down to the station with me.” “I ain’t Mike.Name’s Manitoba Smith.” he answered. “right...............” the cop answered hesitantly.Then he remembered something. “Oh, right,your teacher told me about that,” the cop said smiling.It was a long, quiet and uncomfortable ride to the police station, but when they eventually got there, Manitoba saw Mike’s mom standing to wait for them.She had 2 black eyes, millions of bruises and even a broken arm. When Manitoba saw her, he was so angry.How dare his father do this to such an amazing woman?

When she saw her son, she burst into tears “Mike!Oh my God!Where were you! I was so worried!O well, that doesn’t matter.It’s over honey! You’re dad’s in jail, and the lawyers said he could even get 50 years or more!”When Manitoba heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief. He still wanted to cry, thinking about what Mike and his mom went through, but he kept it together and smiled up at her. “G’ day Sheila.Mike’s fine.We were in the woods, and of course, I kept us alive with my keen senses and amazing surviving skills.Name’s Manitoba Smith.” he answered, winking up at her.

His mom seemed shocked,but quickly smiled down at him and said “I remember this” pointing to his fedora. “You hid it in the woods!It’s still in pretty good condition.”She said,taking it off his head.He gasped,and Mike was back in control.

BACK WITH MIKE

When I regained consciousness, I was in the police station. I looked up and saw my mom.She had about a million bruises all over her body,2 black eyes and even a broken arm. I started to cry, I hated seeing her like this. “Mom, what happened? Why are we here?WHERE’S DAD?”I asked, afraid of the answer. “Honey, it’s over. He can’t hurt us anymore.” she said, looking very hopeful “When you didn’t come home from gymnastics yesterday, your dad was really angry,and,well.........this happened” she said,lifting her arm “anyway,the police came looking for you,and they had a warrant. They saw how drunk your father was and charged in,looking for you and found me, in the sitting room.”she continued, trying not to cry. “and the lawyers said, because he has a prison record, he could get anywhere from 50 years to life! The court date is next week.”

I didn’t know what to say! I was so happy, shocked and confused.I didn’t get a chance to say anything, though, because one of the officers came over and said I needed to be checked for any injuries.I had a lot of broken bones that hadn’t healed properly and had a few infections. I was given vaccines and had to stay in the hospital for a while. Most of my bones healed easily and quickly, except for my leg.

The next week I didn’t go to school because of the court hearing and my leg was still in a cast.I was dreading going back. I kept having the same nightmare, over and over again. I would walk in the classroom,and everyone would be staring at me. And some of them would laugh. Then,it would happen again. I would blackout, and then, when I woke up, there would be a bigger group of people surrounding me,staring at me,and they would tease me about whatever happened when I blacked out,and about my dad, and my leg,and everything!

The morning of the hearing, mom and I were picked up by our lawyers. My dad had pleaded innocent, no matter how much evidence was put in front of him.As long as I was in that courtroom, my dad kept staring at me.I just looked down. Every time I looked up at him, I was afraid he was going to run over and kill me and my mom. Just like he promised.

My mom was asked to take the stand, and she looked terrified!But, she got through it and told the jury everything that my dad had done to her.I didn’t even know half of it,and I was horrified.I was next to take the stand and I was even more terrified than my mom was. My dad’s lawyer was asking me questions like ‘Why wouldn’t you tell anyone what was going on if it was so traumatic?’ and ‘How do we know that you and your mom didn’t just plan all of this,seeing as there were no other witnesses?’And every time I gave him an answer, he had another one ready,and he really made it seem like I was lying.I got so frustrated.It was so hard to explain!How could I explain all the fear,all the loneliness, all the pain I felt?I started to cry. And then,at the worst possible moment,it happened again,I blacked out....

WHAT HAPPENED WHILE CHESTER WAS IN CONTROL

“Why don’t ya leave the kid alone?”Chester shouted “Hasn’t the whippersnapper been through enough?”his father’s lawyer just burst out laughing. “This is a joke,right?” he asked. Chester just stared at him,annoyed. His mom and lawyer got really nervous. The lawyer,and everyone but his mother,thought that Mike wasn’t taking the case seriously. His lawyer asked for a recess and the judge let them have one.

“What are you doing?!This could really hurt your case!” the lawyer half shouted when they were outside the courtroom. “Those darn whippersnappers are causing Mike to much stress!”Chester shouted back.The lawyer lowered her voice and and said as calmly as possible, “Mike, please,take this seriously.If we do this right,we can make your father pay for what he’s done to you both!”.Chester thought for a moment.He couldn’t mess this up!The only way to protect Mike was for his dad to go to jail! So, he inhaled sharply and Mike was back in control.

 BACK WITH MIKE

I woke up in the hall, my mom and lawyer staring at me. “Mike? Are you ok?”my lawyer asked me. “Ummmm..............yeah”I said,trying to sound convincing. We went back into the courtroom and I sat back into the chair on the stand. My dad’s lawyer tried again to make me look guilty,and asked me more of those horrible questions,but this time, my lawyer made an objection,and the judge told my dad’s lawyer that he need to change the way he was acting. “No further questions.”the lawyer said,looking very annoyed. Then, my lawyer asked me questions, and I was able to explain everything, even though I wasn’t as strong as my mom and started crying.

I was told I could sit back down,and as I was going,I tried to avoid my dad’s gaze,but I couldn’t stop myself and looked over at him.He looked like he REALLY wanted to kill me!I was terrified,and tried to hide behind my mom.

The court continued for hours,but eventually, the jury left to make a decision.Our lawyer told us that the jury would be making their decision for a few hours,so we should either go home,or get something to eat,but we were too nervous to do anything!

The time finally came where we would hear if my dad would go to jail or not.I was shaking in my seat,and my mom was on the brink of tears.Then, we heard the news.

MY DAD GOT LIFE IN PRISON!

Me and my mom was crying, and all of a sudden,my dad tried to break away from the cops, and run over to us.He looked angry,and I had never seen the look in his eye that day.I have never been more afraid for my life.He managed to break away and grab me.I screamed and the cops grabbed him off me.I was so shaken up. The cops dragged him away, while a lot of people rushed over to see if I was alright.I couldn’t even speak.

We were finally allowed to go home, but I was still in shock.The rest of that week my mom and I spent getting rid of any sign of my dad in our house.It was hard, -because his stuff was everywhere, and they 2 of us combined owned about 10 items,but by the end of it,we actually saw how nice our house could look!For as long as I can remember, our house was a mess, with empty bottles of alcohol everywhere, and dirt and dust filling the air because we were always not allowed to, or were too weak to clean.But now,it was amazing!Just like any other house, but,I had never lived in a clean house before,so I couldn’t believe it.

Me and Mom had a great week, the best we’d had in a long time,but I kept having the same nightmare.and eventually,I had to go back to school.I really didn’t want to go, but my mom had to send me back at some point.I knew that everyone had heard what happened.

I walked into the room,and everyone went quiet. They all turned to look at me.I wanted to crawl in a hole and die! I went to my desk, put down my crutches and put my head in the table. I could feel everyone still staring at me. Ms Morrisey walked into the room and started class. It seemed like no one could focus,not even the teacher.........they were all staring at me.Finally,lunch came and I could just sit in the corner of the yard, with no one noticing me, just like before.I grabbed my crutches and was slowly making my way out of the classroom when my teacher stopped me. “Mike, I know you probably don’t want to talk about it,but I and all the teachers will always be here if you do.”I started crying, but I quickly dried my tears.Ms Morrisey looked at me sadly. “I don’t think you should go outside for a while, Mike.With your broken leg and everything.”I nodded and sat back into my seat.I put my head down and waited for the entire break.Ms Morrisey went to get her lunch and I ate my alone.

Then,as I was putting away my lunch,a group of guys came in the room. I tried to ignore them when they came over and started teasing me, but they just wouldn’t go away.They pushed me to the ground and took my crutches. They were about to do much worse,but Ms Morrisey came back at that moment and took them to the principle’s office. The boys were suspended and Ms Morrisey continued the class. The rest of the day, I just kept my head down and waited for the day to end, so I could go to gymnastics. I know I couldn’t participate,but I wanted to make sure I didn’t miss anything, and I really wanted to thank my teacher.

When I walked into the room, her face fell. She looked down at my broken leg, and the bruises still visible on my arms and face,and tears welled up in her eyes.It seemed everyone was only noticing my injuries,then, when they knew the truth.I went over to my teacher and said, “Ms,I know I can’t participate for a while,” indicating my leg, “but, I just wanted to come and say thank you.”My teacher pulled me into a hug and said “You can come und vatch if you vould be liking to, und ve vill be happy to be having you back vhen you are healed.”I sat on the bench and watched everyone.

After practice,my mom picked me up and we got something to eat. “So,how was your first day back?”my mom asked,trying to hide how worried she was. “It was...........fine.”I said,looking down.

"Are you sure,you seem upset.".....I looked around and tears formed in my eyes. "Tell me later,okay?"my mom asked smiling. "Yeah'' I said smiling back. We finished our food and went home. My mom didn't say anything else about school until she was tucking me in. "So,do you want to tell me about your first day?" she asked. Tears formed in my eyes again as I told her about my day. She listened intently and hugged me when I was finished. "Maybe it was a bit of a rush making you go back so soon.I'll call the school and tell them you'll be out for a while."she said, pulling away from the hug and making her way over to the door. "Wait, Mom, it's okay.I'll go back. We can't put it off forever."I said smiling up at her. "Are you sure honey? There's no rush!" "Yeah,I'm sure," I said as she pulled me into another hug. "You are the strongest person I know....." she whispered.  

That night, I dreamed everything was back to the way it was before.In the dream,I opened my eyes and the house was back to being a mess, with broken bottles everywhere. I heard screaming and crying coming from another room.I tried to get up, and run to the person screaming,but I couldn't move. I looked down and saw I was bleeding. I was paralysed. I started to cry, but then I heard my mom, screaming my name, begging for help.I was finally able to jump up, and I ran to the room. I saw my dad, doing.......well...... let's just say, he was hurting her....I got really angry, screamed, and jumped on my dad's back. "Leave her alone!"I screamed.He ignored me,and continued.I tried my best to pull him off of her and get in the way as much as possible, but it seemed as though neither of them even noticed me.Then, as you've probably already guessed,it happened again.I gasped and my eyes bulged out of my head.But this time, I could see what happened. It was like watching a movie. I watched myself take a sharp breath,and suddenly,my hair flopped down over one of my eyes, and I began laughing hysterically.This time,they both noticed me. "I told you to get off of her..." 'I' said.For the first time in my life, my dad looked scared.He tried to act tough though. "So......w-what you gonna do a-about it?" he stammered. At this, 'I' laughed like a maniac again. I jumped on my dad and attacked him.I had tried to fight back before, but this time, I was stronger than him. I woke up,and the last thing I saw in my dream was my dad laying on the floor,looking close to death,and 'me' walking away.

 I ran to my mom when I woke up.I was crying and shaking.I woke her up and when she saw that I was so scared,she lifted me on the bed and listened.She seemed just as shocked as I was.We both slept in her bed and comforted each other. The next morning, I walked downstairs for breakfast, still really shaken up, to my mom telling me that I wasn't going to go to school that day. 

“I've booked you an appointment at a psychiatrists office. Then,she told me something that changed my life forever. She told me that before my dad was...well......caught,she researched what affects abuse could have on children, and one of the things that came up was Multiple Personality Disorder.And that I had all of the symptoms. I was really nervous about being examined.I was really self-conscious because I was ashamed of my scars,so I wasn't looking forward to being stared at. We left shortly after and when we got to the clinic, we waited for about 10 minutes until the doctor came out and called my name. He asked me questions about what happened,and at first I felt really awkward and even started crying again. But, after a while,I felt less anxious and calmed down a bit The doctor decided that I needed to get a brain scan done,because my mom's theory of me having MPD was the most likely. He took me to a different room and took an x-ray and some other tests.

When we finally finished,my mom was anxiously waiting for him to tell her what they found. He took us into his office and went through the tests 1 by 1. He explained that the trauma I went through, overwhelmed my defence mechanism, stopping my personality from completely forming, and my mom was right, I have MPD. He went on explaining everything in very technical and scientific terms,while I sat there, my head spinning, trying to comprehend what I was just told. My mom started crying,and I just stared at the floor, not hearing anything that was said.

My doctor gave us another appointment to go and see him in the next 2 weeks, and we went home. 

 The whole car ride home was silent. The only thing I could hear was my mom's sniffles and the cars whooshing past. It wasn't until we got home that I really started to process what happened.We were in the middle of dinner when I burst into tears. It all made sense! The number of times I blacked out, and people calling me weird names!! My mom ran over and hugged me tightly.We both slept in her bed that night, and the next morning, I had to go to school. 

 Now that I knew what was wrong with me, and the doctor had explained it, I didn't want anyone to find out! So, whenever 'it' happened, I told everyone that I was acting, and it was a comedy routine. They stared at me like they didn't believe it, but it was better than them knowing the truth.

 My leg was healed a week later, I got my cast off, and I went to gymnastics. I had missed a lot, and my teacher was too busy with everyone else to help me. She got someone else to show me what to do, but he showed me once and went back over to his friends. I tried to copy what he showed me, but I couldn't! Eventually, I gave up and said 'Ugh, I can't do it!'throwing myself on to the ground.

Then, as you might have guessed, I gasped and my eyes bulged out of my head. I was so confused! Why now? I was a bit frustrated, but not as much as I was any time 'Chester' came out, my shirt was on, and I didn't have my old fedora, which seemed the only way the other 2 came out. I was even more confused, because this time, I could see! And hear what was going on. My teachers were made aware of my diagnosis, so when everyone turned to look at me, she ran over. "Mike? Are you okay?" "I am Svetlana!Russian Olympic Champion of the gymnastics!" 'Svetlana' said with the flare of a flip with a perfect landing. My teacher seemed taken aback at this, and I was too! Svetlana then went over to the mat and did everything I was trying to catch up on and more! Everyone’s eyes were moving from me........or, Svetlana to my teacher,back to Svetlana and back to the teacher. My mom told me later that my doctor asked the teachers not to take me out of class or give whoever was in control of any special attention, and to call them by their own name. In this case, it was Svetlana, so my teacher, after she got over the shock, simply told everyone to get back to work and left Svetlana to continue on her own.

After gymnastics was over, the teacher pulled Svetlana aside and got to know her. She said smiling “I guess I will be seeing you the most seeing as you are so good at gymnastics and ‘is the Russian Olympic Champion of gymnastics.’ Svetlana just nodded happily. When the teacher got to know Svetlana a bit more, she left her to go and get changed, but as soon as she left the room, she came charging in shouting “Svetlana vill not be getting changed in front of a large group of boys!”

The gymnastics teacher realized that this personality was female, and quickly calmed her down.She told one of the boys through the door to pass out my things. One of them did and Svetlana got changed in the bathroom. “Svetlana is thanking you” she thanked the teacher, putting her hands on her hips.

As I watched what was happening, I didn’t know what to think! This was the first time I was experiencing anything like this! Suddenly, I heard a voice behind me. I turned around, scared of what I was going to see. I turned to see myself! I was hunched over, and my face was scrunched up. It was Chester! The first personality my teacher showed me on the camera footage. I was shocked, and froze in my place. “You young whippersnapper! What do you think you’re doing here?!” he said, shaking his fist. “I........I.........um............” was all I could say.

He scoffed and told me to follow him. I followed him through a door and saw 2 more........me’s. One was wearing a fedora, and the other didn’t have a shirt on, and his hair was slicked back. “My other personalities!”I thought.

The personality in the fedora looked up and exclaimed “Well,g’day mate! What’re you doin’ here?” “I........um...” was all I could say. “The whippersnapper doesn’t talk much” Chester cut in. “No matter.Name’s Manitoba Smith, Australian explorer!” he said, tipping his fedora “I.........I’m.....Mike..”I said shyly. “Oh, we know who you are, you silly dingo,” Manitoba said, laughing. I rubbed my arm and felt very uncomfortable. Suddenly, my shirtless personality stood up and walked over. “Eh, yo, what’s he doing here?” he asked Manitoba and Chester. “Name’s Vito! Try not to stare at the tan!” he said turning back to me when Manitoba gave him a death stare.

I didn’t know what to say or do. Neither did the three others. We just kind of stood there for a while, until suddenly, I felt myself being pulled, or maybe pushed somewhere, like into an endless pit. I woke up, at my kitchen table, and it seemed like I had been talking to my mom. She looked at me worriedly and asked “Mike? Is that you?!”I nodded and she breathed a sigh of relief. “I just met Svetlana!” she told me, trying to look as cheerful as possible.

I sat there for a while,listening to my mom explain what Svetlana was like,until I eventually just snapped and rambled on about what I was experienced.My mom sat there,shocked,as I rambled on,and when I was finished,she hugged me and called the doctor.She said that it was nothing to worry about,and it would be happening often,so she would talk to me about it on my next visit.

Me and my mom just kind of sat there,at the table for a while.We ended up talking about my MPD,and what I was going to do.I thought that there was no way I could tell anyone other than my teachers,and told my mom how I told my classmates that it was a comedy act.She agreed that telling anyone would just make things harder for me,but she didn’t like that I had to lie.There was a long silence,and I saw tears in my moms eyes.I hated seeing her cry.Especially when it was because of me.

She suddenly noticed me looking at her and stood up,wiping her eyes.She just laughed and asked what I wanted for dinner.I didn’t answer and she just kind of mumbled something about getting Chinese takeout.

That night,I had just gotten to sleep,when I woke up again.I was expecting to see my dark,plain bedroom,but I opened my eyes to see a tall pink ceiling.I stood up and rubbed the back of my head.I looked around and saw a large,white house,with a black door.I walked towards it and knocked on the door.Vito answered it. “Eh,yo!How’s it hangin’ bro?”he asked. “Um...fine?”I said as he invited me inside. “Let me give you the grand tour!”He announced.

In the hallway,there is a huge staircase leading to the top floor.Downstairs,there is a hallway that leads to the kitchen,which is quite modern-looking,which leads into the sitting room.It’s cozy,with a huge fire,and 70″ flat screen TV.Vito then led me to the gym,which is down the other side of the hall.He explained that he and Svetlana spends most of their time there.He picked up some weights and showed me over to where all of the gymnastics things were.The gym is a lot bigger than it first looks.It is probably as big as the lobby in the white house.It’s weird,because the house doesn’t look that much bigger than a normal house,but all of the rooms inside are huge!

Next,Vito showed me the game room.It has pin-balls,and other arcade games.I was amazed,and wanted to play some,but Vito kept hurrying me.I had never been to an arcade.If I wasn’t doing something related to school,I had to be home.Sometimes I told my dad I was doing an after-school activity,so that I could go to the woods,where I was alone,but I would never risk going out in public.Besides,I never had any friends to go with.

Then,Vito took me upstairs. “This is where our rooms are!”he announced proudly.First,he showed me his room.It has posters of the beach all over it,a bench-press,a desk,a wardrobe, and a pretty normal bed.Next,he showed me Svetlana’s room.She was in there and made a very big deal at showing me around.In her room,she has medals and trophies all around the room,posters of the Olympics,a desk, a wardrobe,and a pink,girly,princess bed.

Svetlana followed us as Vito showed me Chester’s room.It’s just like the last two,just less personal.The only things in the room are a normal bed,normal desk,a normal wardrobe and a walking cane.He complained about ‘us whippersnappers invading his privacy’,but followed us into Manitoba’s room. “G’day mate!Gettin’ the grand tour I see!”.I nodded and he stepped aside so I could look around.He has the same desk and bed as Vito and Chester,but in his room,he has posters of the Australian outback,and Australian animals,the towns,tourist attractions,basically anything to do with Australia.And in the corner,beside his wardrobe,he has a large pile of stuffed animals,all Australian animals.Then,at the end of the hallway,there were 2 more doors.I asked what was behind them,and Vito pointed to the one on the right. “We ain’t got no idea what’s behind that one.No one can get passed the doorway.We keep hearin creepy laughing though.”he said,rubbing the goosebumps on his arms.

“And that one?”.I asked,indicating the door on the right. “Dat vill be your room!”Svetlana shouted excitedly,throwing her arms in the air and balancing on her left foot. “Eh,yo!I wanted to say it!”shouted Vito,giving Svetlana the stink eye.I looked at them both confused.Vito noticed this and scoffed. “On the outside world,you gotta either sleep,or really relax to come in here,so,at night,you do that here.Otherwise,durin’ the day,you go to the sittin room.You can turn on the ‘eyes’ channel,and you can see what’s goin on.That’s called co-consciousness.Lets say,you were in the body,and I was co-conscious,you could hear me,if you listened carefully,and I could see and hear what was goin on.Get it?”.I shook my head yes and walked into my room,waving goodbye to them.I lay on the plain bed,in the plain room,with the plain desk and the plain wardrobe. “I HAVE to change this room!”,is the last thing I remember.Next thing I knew,I was waking up the next morning in my ‘real world’ bedroom.

It was Tuesday,and I got dressed,made my bed and went to the kitchen.My mom made me a bowl of cereal and some toast.I ate it in silence,until my mom asked if I was alright. “I’m fine,I just had a really weird dream last night.It was about my alters.”.I said,as I went on describing my dream. “I don’t think that was a dream.”my mom said when I had finished. “Vito said that it was your subconscious,right?So that must be where you can reach your personalities.” my mom said calmly as I nodded.

I finished my breakfast,brushed my teeth and walked to school.As usual,when I walked in the classroom,everyone turned and stared at me.I looked at the ground and put my head down at my seat.No one spoke to me all day,and I was pretty happy about it.I had a normal day,with normal classes,and a normal break.Everything was just like it was before anyone knew what I was going threw,until we went inside after lunch.Manitoba decided that he ‘wanted a go with the body’ for a while.Even without the fedora.

It felt like I was being pulled back,and I opened my eyes in my bedroom in the subconscious.I freaked out at first,but Chester came in and told me it was normal,and the fedora was just a ‘positive trigger’.But that doesn’t mean that it’s the only way that my personalities can come out.

I was kind of nervous about what Manitoba was going to do,but I decided that if I was going to share a body with him,I need to trust him,so I explored the subconscious a bit,re-decorated my room and then watched a movie.

WHAT HAPPENED WHILE MANITOBA WAS IN CONTROL.

Manitoba lifted his head and looked around.He quickly realized he was in school and stood up.He walked over to the group of popular kids and placed his hands an his hips. “G’day mates!What’re we chit chattin’ about?”He asked confidently in his thick Aussie accent.The group looked at each other and laughed.Manitoba frowned and looked at them warningly.The group broke up and sat in their seats.Manitoba watched them and took in a deep breath,smiling.He was glad to have a challenge!He wasn’t inside the subconscious,with the same people,and it definitely wasn’t going to be a boring day out in the front.

He didn’t really pay attention during lessons,and couldn’t wait to go outside after lunch.He went on the monkey bars,caught everyone with a makeshift laso when he was on for Bulldog,and played catch afterwards.

The group of popular kids looked over at him curiously.The didn’t understand how quickly Mike had changed.And now he was calling himself Manitoba?He even corrected the teacher that morning when she called him Mike for role call.

They had heard about his ‘comedy’,but he really didn’t seem himself.For years,he was quiet,shy and nervous.But recently,he had been the complete opposite.Loud,outgoing,and confident.They had heard about his abuse and his dad going to jail,so they thought that he had just been more confident the longer he was out of his dad’s reach,but they couldn’t shake the feeling that it was something more.

As they were all going inside after break,the leader of the group grabbed Manitoba’s arm and shoved him away from the class.Manitoba stared at him annoyed. “What’d ya think your doin’ ya wiley dingo?”.The boy rolled his eyes and asked “What’s your deal?!You used to be a a quiet little wimp,and now you suddenly have this ‘comedy routine’ and you’re all confident!”. “Crikey!....Well,I don’t think that’s any of your business now is it?” H grabbed the boys shirt and lifted him close to his face. “Now,stay outta my way!”.And with that he went to catch up with the rest of the class.

At this point Manitoba could feel Mike close to the front.When he sat at his desk,he tried to concentrate really hard,so that he could explain to Mike what he had said to the bully.Manitoba decided that he couldn’t concentrate in the classroom as it was too loud and distracting. “G’day Sheila!You wouldn’t mind if I just slipped out for a moment?I’ve got to concentrate and these little girls are being WAY too loud!”He said,smirking at Ms Morrisey. “Well,Mike.....” [Manitoba glared at her] “I....um..Manitoba.....you can’t just leave in the middle of class.” “Sheila,it’s very important that I can concentrate!Otherwise,I can’t talk to Mike.And I’ve got to talk to him before he leaves the front alright?”Manitoba said seriously. “um....well..I didn’t understand any of that.I’ll let you go into the hall,but when you come back you’ve got to explain what the heck you’re talking about,okay?”she agreed,chuckling.

Manitoba nodded and left the room.He sat on the floor and closed his eyes.He could still feel Mike close to the front,watching what was happening.Manitoba was relieved that Mike hadn’t left and tried to concentrate.This was the first time they had tried to communicate with each other while co-conscious.Although Mike didn’t know anything about DID/MPD,the others had read a lot about it,so Manitoba did have some idea of how to communicate co-con [aka co-conscious].

A few people passed in the hallway and gave him some weird looks,but he closed his eyes,and communicated with Mike.

WITH MIKE IN THE SUBCONSCIOUS

I decided to go to the front room to check on what Manitoba was doing,and I saw him talking to the popular group of kids.I started to get anxious.Especially when I watched him grab the leader’s shirt and lift him close to his face.I got closer and closer to the TV.Aka the front,and I could tell Manitoba noticed.I could also tell he wanted to tell me something......Suddenly,he got up and walked up to the teacher.I couldn’t hear much but I could tell Manitoba was speaking in a rare serious tone.

He walked out of the room and sat on the floor.He closed his eyes and concentrated.We talked about what happened with the bullies.As Manitoba told the story,it got harder and harder for me to breath.The room started spinning as I thought about what was going to happen.Manitoba tried to calm me down,which he was surprisingly good at,but it wasn’t enough.It got to a point where I felt like I was suffocating and I eventually passed out.

WITH MANITOBA,WHILE MIKE WAS PASSED OUT.

As much as he tried to calm him down,Mike was still having a full blown panic attack.He really wished he had just ignored the dumb bully.Especially when Mike passed out!He had no idea what he was supposed to do!There was no one else even close to the front!And he couldn’t just leave Mike there and go on with his day!And the only way they could all be in the subconscious was if the body was asleep.

He sprung up from the floor and ran into the classroom.He didn’t care about ‘disrupting the class’.He only cared about making sure Mike was alright.

At first,when she heard Manitoba bursting into her classroom,Ms. Morrisey was angry,but when she saw the worry and guilt in Manitoba’s voice and face,she was just scared and concerned.Manitoba started rambling on about how this was his fault and he needed to go asleep and make sure Mike was ok,with tears in his eyes.

The entire class was laughing,but he didn’t even notice.He kept asking to go asleep,so Ms. Morrisey brought him back into the hall,placed him back on the floor and calmly asked him to explain,slowly. “I can’t explain right now Sheila!Mike is passed out on the floor and it’s all my fault!I’ve got to get to sleep and help him!”He said frantically.

Ms. Morrisey knew she wasn’t supposed to give Mike and his alters any special treatment,but she didn’t know anything about DID or the subconscious or anything Manitoba was talking about.She told him to calm down,and she would bring him to the teachers’ lounge to rest.

He thanked her and sprinted there,not waiting for her to catch up.He sat down,and tried to calm down enough to at least meditate.It took a long time,but eventually he opened his eyes in his Australian-themed bedroom.He ran as fast as he could down to the front.He saw Mike was still unconscious,but he looked as if he was waking up.Manitoba tried desperately to wake him up. “Mike!!C’mon ya wiley dingo!I’m sorry mate!I didn’t mean for all this bother to happen!”.He said loudly,shaking Mike wildly.

Chester walked in,shaking his fist. “What’s all this racket?!Back in my day.......”.He stopped when he saw Mike. “Well it’s no good trying to wake the whippersnapper up like that!”.He walked out of the room and came back with a jug of water.He poured it over Mike’s face and he woke up,gasping for air.

Manitoba jumped. “Crikey!I’m so sorry mate!”. “oh.....um...i.i..I..um....sorry...” Mike didn’t know what to say.He was embarrassed he had fainted in front of these people he barely even knew,and his social skills weren’t the best to begin with.

BACK TO MIKE.

I was terrified,and kind of mad at Manitoba for what he had done,but I didn’t know how or if I wanted to communicate that.

Suddenly,Chester spoke,breaking my thoughts. “Are you ninnies gonna tell me what’s going on here or what?”

TO BE CONTINUED IN NEXT PART

[angelsofaurora]

What are the odds? (Part 2)

Pairing: reader x Izzy Stradlin

Word count: 2154

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“It’s late, hurry up!” Y/F/N shouted through the closed bathroom door. After you came home from the record store you fell asleep in front of the TV. You only woke up when Y/F/N shook your shoulder, telling you in an annoyed tone to get ready since it was less than an hour until it’s time to leave if you want to get in the club on time to see the band play.

You hated being in a hurry because you instantly became a mess. You almost slipped at the bathtub.

Stepping out of the shower you glanced down to your legs. “Fuck, I’m dumb.” You got back in the shower since you forgot to shave your legs.

By the time you got out of the shower for the second time you had about half an hour to dry your hair, apply makeup and get dressed.

The next minutes until you were ready were mostly running through the apartment doing several things at once.

Wearing a tight black short skirt with a black lacey top and your favourite heels you felt comfortable but sexy. The leather of the skirt hugged your curves perfectly and the top had just enough clevage not to look like you were desperetly trying to get laid. Calling out for your friend you grabbed your purse and headed out down the street.

The Troubadour was packed with young people. After all it was a friday night, everyone was out having fun. The clubs were everyone’s go-to destination on a weekend night.

You saw the flyer on your way through the entrance and it said the band is Guns N Roses. The guys themselves didn’t look bad in the photo so you got a bit excited to see them.

By the time you got in, the band was already playing.

The music was loud and their energy filled up the entire place. You had to admit they were really good. Grabbing Y/F/N’s hand, you made your way to the bar. You knew you could have fun without alcohol but you also knew booze made it so much better.

“Four shots of vodka, please.” you told the bartender slightly annoyed by the amount of people around you and you could see your friend could use some liquor courage too.

After downing two shots of clear vodka, you knew the night was about to get started.

Pushing your way through the crowd you made it all the way to the front of the stage. Firstly you saw the singer. A red-haired guy with a lean body and unique voice. Next to him was a guitarist with a mass of curly black hair and you couldn’t really make out his face since it was covered with hair and a huge hat. Next to him was a tall blonde bassist and behind him another blonde guy who was bouncing happily while playing the drums. There was another guy, a rhythm guitarist, you assumed. Black long hair, slim body and you could swear you’ve seen those boots he was wearing already.

While the show was unraveling you noticed the ginger guy glancing at your friend’s direction quite a few times. She noticed it too and by the time they were done playing she was determinted to get to know him better after the show.

Struggling your way back to the bar you ordered another four shots of vodka, two for you and two for Y/F/N. The bar was the center of attention for most of people in the club since the show has ended and there was nothing to do except to drink. Knowing it might take a while, you started a discussion with your friend about the band. She desperatly wanted to know which one of them you liked the most. Just as you were about to answer her, a voice you found familiar spoke next to you.

“Can I buy you ladies something to drink?” Y/F/N’s eyes went wide and you knew who it was before even turning around. It was the band’s singer.

“We actually just ordered but we most absolutely wouldn’tbsay no to another drink.” Now it was your turn for your eyes to go wide since your usually not so talkative friend obviously got really outgoing tonight. He just smiled and told the bartender to get you all three Jack Daniels’.

“I’m Axl by the way.” He offered his hand to both of you and you shook it, telling him your names. His smile went wider as he got to shake your friend’s hand.

The bartender gave you your drinks suprisingly quickly and you downed your drinks in a matter of minutes.

You started to like Axl as a person and there was no doubt your friend did too so you two didn’t even hesitate when he asked if you wanted to join him backstage where all his bandmates are.

Walking behind him as he was leading you backstage you saw some jelous looks being serwed to you and your friend but you didn’t mind at all.

“Okay so I have to warn you there’s probably chaos in there by now,” the ginger told us before opening the door to a room. There were two couches in and four guys. They all looked curiously at you and you could tell by the smirk on the curly haired guy’s face, he liked you. You smiled right back at him. They all said something in the lines of “Hey”. You sat down beside the short blonde and the curly-haired guy. Y/F/N sat down across from you next to the bassist and Axl. The black haired guy was sitting on the floor next to Axl’s legs. He raised his head and met eyes with yours. Narrowing his gaze he half jokingly said: “Oh, you’re the girl who sent my booze flying earlier in the day.”

That’s when it clicked why he looked so familiar. “Oh and you’re the fucker who called me a bitch, huh?” In your drunkenly state you weren’t really angry but you absolutely made it clear to him that’s not how you talk to a woman.

He seemed unimpressed by your reply and he wasn’t planning on apologising as you could tell. Fine. You just realised he’s a total ass and you could tell you two are not gonna get along very well.

After all of them introduced to you, you were sharing a bottle of Jack with Slash. He was pretty drunk already but so were you.

Throughout the night you noticed Izzy looking your way many times. You wondered what his problem was but on the other side you didn’t really care.

“Wanna go to my dressing room?” Slash asked and your intoxicated brain agreed. When you stood up, that was when you started doubting your decision. The room was spinning and you felt yourself being grabbed by someone’s hands. As you turned your head you saw Izzy holding you by your arms so you could steady yourself.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to go with Slash right now. You can’t even stand.” You noticed his voice sounded almost concerned.

“I’m going with him.” You slurred, not being able to talk properly anymore. Shit, where did it get so bad?

“Maan just let her go,” slurred Slash, leaning on to the wall. He was just as shitfaced as you were but Izzy knew he’ll be okay. However he was not sure about you.

“No, you ain’t.” Izzy took your hand and sat you back down. You were trying to stand back up but there was no way you’d succeed in doing so.

He went and talked to Y/F/N for a bit and when he came back to where you were sitting he told you he was taking you home. At that point you weren’t fighting back anymore since the feeling of sickness washed over you. Hoping you wouldn’t throw up you let Izzy drag you thowards his car outside of the club.

Somehow you made it to the car without him dropping you and you falling. You were suprised how strong he was considering his skinny figure and you being only about two inches shorter than him.

As he sat you down at the passenger seat he met your eyes and for a moment only stared at you. “Like what you see huhh?” your voice echoed in your head and you knew you slurred-mumbled a good portion of what you just said.

“For fucks sake,” you heard him say while sighing and closing the door. After a few seconds as he went around the car, he opened his door and sat behind the steering wheel.

“Are you gonna be able to tell me where you live or am I too optimistic?” You could tell he was getting annoyed.

“What if you rob and kill me if I tell you?” You were trying to speak clearly but you didn’t know if it was working.

“So you are able to tell me?” He didn’t even care about your bullshitting.

“Yuuup. Just down the street and I’ll tell you when to stop.” You hoped he understood you but honestly you weren’t sure if you even care if he just decides to kick you out of the car.

After a few minutes you realised you were getting close. A few more seconds and you’ll be there.

“Stooop!” Your shout suprised him and he hit the breaks hard. Thankfully you were buckled up and if you weren’t you were pretty sure you’d smash your head on the frame.

“You know you could tell me sooner.” He got out of the car and seconds later the door on your side opened.

Izzy bowed down, took your arm and put it around his shoulders. He then put his hand on your waist and helped you out of the car. Stumbling up a few steps to your front door, you finally reached it. When Izzy saw you’re having trouble looking for your keys, he started to feel through your pockets and your purse. He found the keys and unlocked the door.

He sat you down on your couch and went in the kitchen to get you a glass of water.

“You have to drink it all, c’mon,” he told you, handing you a full glass. You did as he said.

About half an hour and about 5 glasses of water later you finally started to feel a bit better. You now could talk without slurring the words but you still felt sick.

“I think I’m gonna throw up.” Izzy again helped you up and you told him where the bathroom is. You got there just in time. You kneeled next to the toilet and started vomiting. A thought crossed your mind how it was funny that a guy who you despised and he despised you was now standing in your bathroom, holding your hair out of your face while you were emptying your stomach out.

It took you quite some time to clean yourself up, wash your hands and face and to empty your bladder after you were done throwing up. Izzy left you alone in the bathroom for that but he kept the door slightly open, just in case you fell or needed help.

Still light-headed and dizzy you stumbled to your bedroom. Izzy followed you closely and offered to help you but you declined. Not thinking about being inappropriate, you shimmied out of your skirt and took off you top, searching for a comfortable T-shirt in a closet. Izzy didn’t say a word but he did turn to face the wall to give you some privacy.

“I’m done, you can look.” You teased him a little. He turned around and helped you get to bed. After making sure you were gonna be okay he got you another glass of water on the nightstand.

“I’m gonna lock the door on my way out and give the keys to your friend since she’s most likely gonna spend the night at Axl’s room.”

“Okay.” You looked at him and only then you noticed how his black hair fell perfectly around his long face and how his lips moved when he talked. It was hard to admit to yourself but he was pretty hot.

“I’m gonna go now and you try to fall asleep okay?” His voice was soft and at the same time kind of raspy.

“Okay.” You gave him a small smile and he turned around to leave.

“Hey...thank you.” You stopped him before he could close your door.

“Yeah... goodnight Y/N.” He gave you a reassuring smile.

“Goodnight Izzy.” Your eyes met his one last time before he closed the door and left.

It didn’t take you long to fall asleep but frankly, you couldn’t get Izzy out of your head.

[squirrelly831]

Grieving [Hakyeon and Jaehwan]

SUPER Angst and super long. I’m apologizing now… It’s super long…

DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE EASILY TRIGGERED! MENTION OF WIFE DEATH, GRIEVING, SUICIDAL THOUGHTS! DO. NOT. READ. IF. YOU. WILL. GET. TRIGGERED!!!!

Enjoy~

He couldn’t have imagined how something so joyous could become so awful. Just a week ago, his wife delivered their beautiful child.

She held them in her arms. She had made complaints about feeling feverish and fatigue while she was in the hospital. However, her complaints were brushed off as the fact she had just given birth to their child. No one took the sign seriously, except him. He knew she wouldn’t complain if it wasn’t out of the odds for him.

She was discharged as she was deemed healthy in the eyes of the doctors. However, he noticed how tired she looked, but was only told it was normal after having a child.

His wife shook him awake two days after returning home from the hospital, “I don’t feel good.”

He sat up in bed and held her close feeling goosebumps on her arm, “You want to go to the doctors?” His hand touched her head and felt heat radiating off her. He didn’t wait for her to answer as he picked up his phone to ask his mom to come and pick up their child. He picked up his wife, too scared to let her get up on her own, and rushed her to the hospital.

His wife held his hand in the car as she was reclined in her seat. Her grip was weak, “I love you. You know that, right?” She whispered teary-eyed.

He let out a shaky breath as he tightened his grip on her hand, “I love you more… We’ll get you help. You’ll be fine and we’ll be back home with our babies, okay?”

“If I’m not okay–If anything happens-”

“NOTHING–” he took in a breath, “Nothing will happen.”

Her eyes slowly fell, “If anything happens, raise our baby with the love of two parents.” Her voice quivered before she fell unconscious. He hit the gas pedal as he called out her name to get her to wake up.

The nurses took her back when he ran in with her in his arms. She was limp and they had feared the worse when they got her on the bed to run an IV. However, their fears were confirmed when they felt no heartbeat. She was gone. It was a doctor who confirmed she had died of an untreated infection.

He punched the wall beside him, his fist pulsed in pain, “SHE TOLD YOU SHE DIDN’T FEEL WELL! YOU TOLD US SHE WAS IN PERFECT HEALTHY!” He screamed at the doctor. “YOU LIED TO US!” He rushed the doctor and held him by the collar, “BRING HER BACK TO ME! I WANT HER BACK!”

“That’s enough!” He was pulled back by his father who arrived to the hospital to check on the couple.

He pulled away from his father and rushed to his lifeless wife’s side. His eyes burned as the tears fell. He took her hand and collapsed on the ground beside her, “Please… I can’t do this alone. I can’t do this without you… Come back. I love you… What about our baby? You have to be here to watch them grow. I need–We need you here.”

Hakyeon

To say that Hakyeon had it hard was an understatement. He didn’t know how to parent for one child. Let alone the two. Though, his children were the last things on his mind. His mother kept the children as he spent the day of Sojin’s passing by her side. He was numb after he snapped at the doctor. Snapping didn’t bring her back.

Hakyeon was sent home the next day after his parents and in-laws showed up to attend to the guest who came to pay their respects. They knew he needed sleep after all that had happened in the last 24 hours.

He had a hard time falling asleep at first and when he did finally shut his eyes, he had nightmares. Hakyeon tossed and turned until the next morning. Out of instinct, when he woke, he turned over and reached over to the other side of the bed to hold Sojin. But his hand hit the cold made up side of the bed.

Hakyeon slowly sat up and threw his legs over the edge of the bed. This had to be a nightmare, so why hadn’t he woke from it? He looked at the pictures on the dresser before him as yesterday events played in his head. How her once warm and comforting hand turned cold and lifeless. Her last I love you played in his head like a broken record player. Her smile, the one he would never see again, was etched in his head. His hand pressed against the side of his head and his eyes blurred. He looked back at the unused side of the bed once more. Tears fell as he turned back and buried his eyes in his hands as he broke down in tears.

This was like a terrible joke to him. Hakyeon couldn’t be alone. Sojin was the love of his life, she is the love of his life. How could he go on without her? How would he manage being without her?

Jaehwan

The idea of living without his wife, Jasmine, was something Jaehwan never thought he’d ever have to deal with that. Jasmine and him had been through everything together. She was there when he debut with VIXX. When he went into the military, she waited patiently for him to get out.

This pregnancy was her third. It was supposed to be easier and better, so how did it turn so wrong? How did it come to this? His wife died on the way to the hospital and Jaehwan was left alone with their three children. When she passed away, Jaehwan’s heart felt like it was going through the shredder each waking moment. He couldn’t eat, drink, or breath without thinking of Jasmine. It only spiraled down from there.

It had been a few months since Jasmine’s passing, their children were in between Jaehwan’s parents or his friends of VIXX took them for a day or two. Jaehwan had a hard time looking at his children. They reminded him so much of his wife that it hurt. Each time he saw them, he’d break down into tears and end up calling his friends and family to pick up the kids. When they were out of the way, he’d flip. Jaehwan would break anything in reach or ended up in a fetal position as he cried over the memories of his dead love.

He hadn’t seen his children in about two weeks. Jaehwan hid away in his apartment drinking and crying as he thought about Jasmine. He refused to sleep on his bed, her scent was plastered all over the bed and made it impossible for him not to think of her last moments.

“I can’t take care of them…” He sucked down another beer silently praying he’d drink enough to die. He wanted to be with Jasmine, Jasmine was all he wanted. He stared down at the beer bottle, his head fell to the side, and his head pulsed. “I just want you… I’d do anything to have you back. I need a sign… What do I do?” His tears had all but dried up. He couldn’t cry. He couldn’t scream. Jaehwan felt numb with pain.

Hongbin entered the apartment to gather things for the kids when he saw Jaehwan. His cheeks were pressed in, his eyes were sunken, and his head bobbed. “Hyung…” Jaehwan drunkenly looked over to Hongbin, but no words came out. His eyes were dark and his lips were dry. Hongbin approached him, “Jaehwan hyung… When was the last time you’ve eaten?” There was a ringing Jaehwan’s ear as the beer bottle in his hand fell to the carpet. Hongbin’s eyes widened as Jaehwan’s eyes rolled and his chest rose and fell erratically. “HYUNG!” Hongbin shook him as he reached for his phone to call for help.

Alcohol poisoning. Severe dehydration. Malnourished. The list went one when Jaehwan woke up. He had woke up days ago and was yet to be released due to the doctor’s concern with his safety.

As he sat up in the bed after he ate lunch, the door to his hospital room opened. “DADDY!”

His head shot up and he looked to see his oldest, five year old Addilyn, ran to his side with tears and snot falling down her face. “Addy…” His throat felt raw as he spoke. He swallowed harshly as Addilyn clawed the bed to climb up.

Taekwoon reached down and helped her onto the bed. Addilyn hugged her dad as she sobbed, “I don’t want you to go too…”

Jaehwan’s body shook as he held his daughter in his arms. “Addy…”

“When she found out that you were in the hospital, she thought you wouldn’t return” Taekwoon spoke. There was a dark look on his face. His jaw clenched as his hands shook, “Which we almost did lose you. Are you really fine leaving your three kids orphaned?” He snarled. Taekwoon looked like he had been crying. He looked exhausted. Which made what he said hit Jaehwan hard.

Jaehwan’s eyes pricked as he shakily held his daughter closer, “No… I never–”

“Don’t leave me. I’m sorry I’ve been a bad girl. I’m sorry daddy!”

A tear slipped down Jaehwan’s cheek as he took his daughters head in his shaking hands, “You weren’t bad” his voice cracked as he looked into her eyes. “You are such an angel… Daddy–Daddy just–” He put his head on his daughter’s shoulder and cried. “I’m so sorry! I’m sorry… Forgive me” his body heaved as he held her close.

Taekwoon picked up Addilyn’s sleeping body, “I’m going to take her back to my place for the night…”

“Taekwoon hyung–”Jaehwan couldn’t meet his eyes. “I know I don’t have the right to ask this–”  He felt his tears return, “I just–I need–”

“I’ll bring Addilyn and Jason tomorrow, but Noah will stay with the others. He’s too young to be coming here.”

Jaehwan gripped the sheets as he nodded, “I understand… Thank you…”

Taekwoon shifted Addilyn in a better position, “You need to get help… They’re your kids. Jasmine wouldn’t want your kids to be raised by others except you. You already know that, don’t you?”

“I know…” Taekwoon nodded before he left. Jaehwan just wanted to grab Addilyn from his arms and put her back in his own. The guilt of the idea that he had of leaving his children behind was sickening. What kind of father was he? Jasmine was probably shaking her head in disappointment, but Jaehwan was going to try to change. He had to change.

Taekwoon and Hongbin || Wonshik and Sanghyuk

Credit to gif owners

Written & revamped by Squirrelly831

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[artificialqueens]

My Diamond Crowned Queen Pt. 1 (Ravja) - Chardonnay

A/N: Part 1 of 2. Based on Raja’s “Diamond Crowned Queen” music video (if you haven’t seen it yet, go watch it. You won’t be disappointed). Part 1 is the tease, Part 2 is the smutty follow-up. Enjoy!

It was a warm day in Riverside, California despite it being the end of January. David sat in the bathroom of his home applying face powder as he slowly transformed himself into Raven. It was a Monday, only the middle of the day, but David liked to start his process early so he had plenty of time and didn’t feel rushed to finish his intricate paint. This week was going to be a good time at Micky’s, the girls who were away filming the third season of Drag Race had just come home, and tonight was the LA girls’ first night back at Micky’s. Delta and Raja were the 2 queens selected this year to compete on the reality tv show to represent West Hollywood, and David was particularly excited to get to hang out and party with Sutan again after so long apart.

Before Drag Race, Sutan had been away on a “world tour” with Adam Lambert. He had been gone for almost that entire year travelling the world, and in that year David’s whole world had been flipped upside down.

He never thought that competing on a low-budget reality tv program run by one of the most famous drag queens on the planet would actually change his life. But fast-forward a year and Raven had quickly become one of the most famous and celebrated queens in West Hollywood. She landed herself a permanent hosting gig at one of LA’s biggest gay nightclubs and her “fans” would flock to see her perform.

He had briefly seen his friend for a couple of days before Sutan left for filming, and the show was all they could talk about. Their time together wasn’t long, but for those couple of days the two of them felt connected in a way that they hadn’t since their last interaction over a year before. Connected though shared experience. But there was something else, something new looming over their conversation as well. Nearly 2 years ago now, before Rupaul’s Drag Race or world-wide tours, Sutan connected with David in a completely different way. After a long day of work and an even longer night, the 2 men drunkenly hooked up in Sutan’s West Hollywood apartment. It was totally impulsive but also some of the best sex David had ever had, and then it unexpectedly happened once more before Sutan left for his tour. Now there was something new in their interactions, a flirtiness in the way Sutan looked and smiled at him, but David didn’t let anything go too far as he knew Sutan would soon leave again to film the show. He wanted to try to keep things casual between them, but Sutan’s last night before leaving for Drag Race involved a little too much wine and an unanticipated heated makeout session.

As David finished blocking his brows and began the long process of contouring, his phone rang. It was if someone had been reading his thoughts when he saw Raja’s name pop up on his caller ID. David was surprised Sutan was even awake this early, knowing they didn’t have to be at work until 7pm that night. David put his phone on speaker as he continued to paint.

“Hello? Is this who I think it is? The elusive unicorn himself who only comes to visit me once a year?”

“Oh my god you are so dramatic” David could hear Sutan rolling his eyes through the phone, but just hearing the sound of his voice at all made David smile.

“Bitch I feel like I haven’t seen you in like a year!”

Sutan sighed “I know I’m sorry I’ve been busy and-”

“I know, I know its fine, I just miss your face. Now what was so urgent that you couldn’t wait a few more hours to tell me in-person? You better not be cancelling tonight I swear…”

“No, no I’m not.” Sutan assured him, “I actually called because a couple of days after I got home I met with a music producer.”

“A music producer? Why? You don’t make music.”

“Well guess what bitch? I did! I recorded a song”

“…really?” David was skeptical.

“Yes! And I’m calling to tell you you’re going to be in my music video.” David took a second to process everything Sutan had just told him, he never in a million years thought Sutan would be the type to want to make music.

As if Sutan was listening to his thoughts, he interrupted “I didn’t actually sing that much, I mostly just made the song so I could make my own videos for them. Part of my artistic vision. So are you in?”

“Sounds like I don’t have much of a choice…” David teased.

“You don’t”

“Okay then I guess I’m in.” David laughed and tried to play it cool, but he was actually very flattered that Sutan had thought to ask him and curious about what this video would entail.

“Cool, I just sent you an email with the song file attached. They just finished the final mix yesterday so I’m trying to organize the video shoot as quickly as possible. Give the song a listen when you can and text me what you think. I gotta make another call.”

As soon as David hung up the phone, his curiosity got the better of him and he immediately opened up his email and found the file from Sutan entitled “Diamond Crowned Queen”. David rolled his eyes, “real subtle…” he thought to himself. He was still in the process of finishing his face, but he figured he could multitask and listen to the song while he painted. He was wrong.

The beginning of the song was certainly something! It was obvious that Sutan was not a master lyricist or any kind of singer, but the beat was actually not that bad so David continued to follow along, amused by the exceedingly sexual lyrics. So Sutan. Then the breakdown of the song came and his bathroom was filled with the all-too familiar sounds of Sutan moaning and whispering. He knew very well that Sutan was an extremely…passionate person, so although this kind of thing didn’t exactly surprise David, it was still very bold. And provocative. David had to stop in the middle of painting as possible scenarios flew through his head, did he just agree to be in some kind of soft porn film? Straight away David texted Sutan to ask what exactly this video shoot would consist of and what he’d gotten himself into.

“You’ll see ;)” was the only message he got back.

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Exactly 2 weeks later Raja stood on the rooftop of one of his apartment buildings setting up cameras and a blank white drop sheet on the wall. This video was being filmed on the lowest possible budget, but Raja knew he wouldn’t need much more than himself and the three other people he’d casted to make it work. He wanted the concept to be very simple and the focus would be on his 3 favorite things: clothing, sex, and himself.

Raven was the last to film of the three friends he featured in the video. The other two shoots were done the day before and went incredibly smoothly as everyone easily fell into their roles without hesitation. There was lots of messy kissing and smudged makeup involved which was always a good time. He was having way too much fun making out with all his hot friends, and he intentionally saved Raven for last. David was the first person Raja thought of when he envisioned this video. He needed someone who was good-looking, strongly resembled himself, and who he knew he had tangible sexual chemistry with, and David checked all of those boxes. This final shoot was going to be different from the others, he wanted to use that connection and tension he felt with Raven ever since their drunken hookup all those years ago. It was strange, Raja couldn’t get the thought of them together out of his head, and he was the master of random, meaningless sex, usually a fuck em and forget em type. But for some reason it was near impossible to forget that night with David, and he craved more. So of course his very first thought was to cast Raven in this very specific role.

David arrived on set exactly as Sutan had instructed him to, with his foundation done and brows blocked but nothing else. He always felt ridiculous without brows, like some kind of alien, but knowing Sutan that was probably the look he was going for. David was a bit nervous when he arrived, but seeing that they were filming outside relaxed him a bit. They couldn’t get too nasty if they were filming on a rooftop, right?

Raja was sitting off to the side viewing something with the 2 camera guys when he saw David walk in and waved him over. “Hey! I’m just watching some playback of the footage with Mario I shot yesterday. I’ll come over in a second and we’ll finish your makeup.” David was curious and glanced over Raja’s shoulder to see what the scenes looked like, and to no surprise it was a lot of aggressive, messy kissing. “So this is what I agreed to”, David thought “I’m getting paid to have makeup smudged all over my face…” He was a bit unsure how he felt about doing all this for a music video. Of course he’d made out with Sutan a few times already but never in drag and certainly never in front of a camera. He gave a nervous smile as Raja turned around from watching the playback.

“C’mon, let’s go get your makeup finished.” He took David’s hand and led him over to the makeshift makeup station set up on the opposite side of the rooftop. “The idea is I want us to look as similar as possible, so we’re just going to keep a light contour to eliminate our facial features and no brows”

“You’re not letting me wear eye brows?” David whined.

“Nope, I want us to look like twin androgynous aliens. And I have these cool foam wigs too” Raja always had the craziest and most creative imagination, but he also had good taste so David trusted his vision. He sat in the makeup chair as Sutan started getting all his brushes out. “You brought your blue contacts right? I want to really focus on your eyes so I’m not putting on as much liner as you usually do”

“Okay fine.” David said, I’m trusting you with my face which is a pretty big deal for me y’know…”

“Bitch relax, I know what I’m doing. You’ll look good.”

David sat in the chair and let Raja work on his face and transform him into his own version of Raven. It had been a long time since anyone had done David’s makeup for him, and he forgot how much he loved the feeling, especially with Raja doing it. Their faces were so close together, and seeing Raja so concentrated studying him like a painting combined with the soft touches of the brushes against his skin created a kind of quiet intimacy. They chatted casually about the shoot. According to Raja they weren’t going to be moving around too much, staying pretty much in the middle of the white drop sheet, and Raven’s job was very simple: just stand there and look pretty for the camera. The thought relaxed her, looking pretty was something she could do.

“Now I know you usually do a more matte color on your lips, but I want both our lips to look more full and highlighted so I’m using a gloss. I think a lighter one than I have on will suit you better. But I’m warning you now…” Raja continued with a playful smile “we’re both going to be wearing each other’s shade by the end of the shoot.”

Raven laughed softly but inside she felt her stomach flip. Raja had been away for so long, and ever since that night years ago Raven couldn’t help that every thought of him was invaded by that intense look in his eyes before he kissed her, or the way his bare skin felt electric against her own. She missed him so much, and each interaction they’d had since had been oozing with underlying sexual tension. The anticipation for this video shoot was making her both anxious and excited. Raja finished up applying her gloss, even the feeling of the wand was sensitive against her lips, and she couldn’t help but notice the way Raja took his time. He was being especially gentle and slow, seemingly transfixed on the fullness of her pout. She didn’t know it, but the anticipation was mutual, and Raja couldn’t wait to have Raven the way he wanted once again.

Raja was someone who very much liked to be in control of things. He was an artist and a creator, and he liked when things turned out exactly as he envisioned them. This was true for his art and in his personal life. Most people wrote him off as a submissive or passive person because of his more feminine qualities, but in reality Raja was the polar opposite. He was disciplined and authoritative, and very much a “my way or the highway” type of person. He was hotheaded, competitive and bossy, and he absolutely loved getting his way. Being the creative director for a music video was like a dream to Raja, as he got to make every decision down to the last detail. He also enjoyed telling other people what to do and how to stand and how to act, even the mere thought of it was a complete turn-on for him. His vision of Raven’s role in the video was very much inspired by their first time together, his thoughts were constantly filled with memories of how well David complied with all of his directions. He wanted Raven to be a subset of himself and his own desire for sex and control, hence why he dressed them the same. He needed Raven to follow and trust him completely, and Raja was eager to have him in that vulnerable position again.

After Raven’s makeup was finished, Raja went to grab the outfits they were both going to wear as Raven looked in the mirror at Raja’s work. She was actually amazed at how good she looked and how similar she looked to Raja yet still like herself. Not that she ever doubted Raja’s makeup abilities, but she knew her face wasn’t the easiest to work with. When Raja returned Raven wasn’t sure what she was expecting, but it definitely wasn’t the leather harnesses that he held in his hand. She was glad she made the decision not to eat anything today in case she had to take clothes off on camera, but it seemed like they wouldn’t even be putting clothes on to start with. She did wish she had a drink though, because every new revelation was giving her a better idea of the direction this video was going in.

“You want me to wear that?”

“Yeah, why? Are you not into leather?” Raja joked.

“I-no it’s not that, I guess just…not what I was expecting? But its fine! I’m fine.” Raven stumbled over her words a bit but tried her best to play it off.

“Okay good, take off your shirt” Raja’s instructions were short and direct, reminding Raven a bit of his tone during their first sexual encounter. And just like she did that night, Raven immediately obeyed and discarded her t shirt as Raja did the same. The cool breeze felt good against her newly bare skin. Raja tried both of the harnesses on them, deciding which one looked better on himself and which looked better on Raven. As Raven tried to put each of them on she struggled, unsure of how to properly fasten clips and which strap went where. Raja looked at her and laughed “Oh my god, what are you doing? Come here” as he helped her dress. She felt a bit embarrassed, clearly not having much prior experience with these things, but she gladly accepted Raja’s assistance. Even just the simple touch of Raja’s fingers on her bare torso made Raven’s pulse quicken, but she suddenly remembered that they weren’t alone with the small camera crew present and tried to push any unholy thoughts out of her head. She had to remain professional.

Once they made a final decision about their attire, Raja gave Raven a quick run-down about what he wanted them to do as they made their way over to the white backdrop.

“The song is going to play through those speakers beside us so that I can mouth the words while it plays.” he gestured to the left, “You don’t really have to do much, don’t lip sync or anything. I just want you to kind of stand there and look at the camera and really just…do whatever I tell you to do.”

“Whatever you tell me to do? I’m not sure if I like the sound of that.”

Raja smiled and stepped a little closer, murmuring low enough that only Raven could hear “Actually if my memory serves me correctly, you very much enjoy being told what to do.”

Raven blushed as memories of submission and obedience came flooding back, and Raja was right she had enjoyed it, more than she ever thought she would. “Yeah but that was different, we were alone!”

“Then just pretend we’re alone now too, there’s only like 2 camera guys here anyways.” Raven still looked a bit hesitant. “Look, I have a few pre-planned ideas but I’m mostly just gonna do whatever I’m feeling with the lyrics, so you just react or do whatever feels natural too. I’ll direct you if I want something specific.”

Raja reached out and gently took Raven’s hand, trying to calm her nerves. “Don’t you trust me?” Raven looked into his dark eyes and nodded her head and smiled. She had a really hard time saying no to Raja. “Good, now go stand in the middle of the white backdrop so I can tell you how far you need to stand from the camera.” Raven did as she was told as Raja stood behind the camera and continued to direct her, “A little bit closer. Closer…perfect stop there.”

“So are we just being shot from the waist up or do we have to take our pants off too?” Raven half-jokingly asked.

Raja looked up from the screen. “Well I wasn’t going to but you are more than welcome to take them off. I know I wouldn’t object.”

Raven laughed and looked away as Raja gave her an appreciative look. She still wasn’t completely used to Raja sexualizing her so openly in front of people. She’ll have to get over that embarrassment quick, Raja noted to himself. These people were going to witness a whole lot more than that.

Raja made his way back over to stand beside Raven and the other guy not working the camera came to mark their places with tape. Raja could still sense a small wave of nervousness from Raven, so he was glad he had made the decision to close off this part of the shoot. He had gotten rid of pretty much everybody who wasn’t completely necessary because he knew this one was going to be much more intimate and authentic than the others. He hoped it would make Raven (and himself) a bit more comfortable with less eyes on them.

“Okay so for this first part I want you to just stand straight on looking at the camera. And just look…cool” Raja instructed.

“Cool, sure okay.” Raven laughed a bit at Raja’s vague directions. Again she was wishing she had a drink (or four) to take the edge off. Why was she so nervous?

“You know what I mean.” Raja rolled his eyes as he stood right beside her, so close that Raven could feel the heat radiating from his body. “Just stand there, just like that, and don’t move.”

“Okay.”

“I’m serious Rave, don’t move. Even if I touch you.”

“Okay!”

Raja leaned in even closer so close Raven could feel his breath against the side of her face. His eyes were fixated on his fingers tracing over the designs in the tattoos on her shoulder, his mouth right next to her ear.

“Because I’m going to. Touch you. But you have to stay still. You can’t even look at me.” Raja’s low, stern voice in her ear sent a shiver up Raven’s spine.

“Okay” she whispered.

Both queens turned their eyes toward the other and there was something, a silent understanding coupled with an intense anticipation burning between them. Raja’s eyes glistened with a heated but playful energy, almost challenging Raven in a way, and suddenly the air around them shifted. Raven felt her nerves begin to dissipate as she fell into that rare yet familiar role, a surrender reserved for one of the few people who dared to assert control over her. Raja felt her submission as the authoritative energy took over him, and he knew both of them were finally ready.

“Alright, let’s get started.”

The first few takes were admittedly a little clunky. Raja decided they would film the video in pieces rather than running it straight through and having to fix their makeup a thousand times. He also had the idea that as the video progressed he would allow Raven more and more freedom to react to his manipulations, which he knew would become increasingly intense later on. Right now Raja had Raven standing stock-still and staring at the camera as he moved around her. He wasn’t quite sure what he was doing yet, all he knew is that he wanted Raven silent and motionless like a prop he could use however he pleased. The thought alone was exciting to him, but actually having her here proved a bit more overwhelming than he anticipated. Raja mouthed along with the words of his song while he improvised around her, posing and draping himself over her, whispering in her ear, and smoothing his hands over her shoulders and chest. Raven was doing pretty well not reacting to the touching, for the most part she stood completely still and her eyes never left the camera. But when Raja starting lip syncing in her ear and their faces got a little closer, Raven couldn’t stop herself and let out a small laugh.

“Raven!” Raja stopped the camera and gave her a look.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry” Raven covered her mouth to stop herself from giggling more.

“Stop laughing. This is supposed to be sexy!”

“I know! I’m sorry” Raven tried to straighten out her smile, “but you have to admit that ‘thunder-breathing dragon cat’ is kind of funny. How high were you when you wrote this?” Raven couldn’t help the smile that was sneaking back onto her face.

Raja tried his best to act offended couldn’t help the little laugh that escaped too. Raven always somehow managed to clock his intoxicated antics exactly, however he wasn’t about to admit she was right. He needed to keep Raven under control and her unexpectedly shading his song lyrics was not part of the plan. He stepped directly in front of her so the only thing the camera operator could see was Raja’s back, their faces only inches apart so that only they could hear one another. Raja tried his best to eliminate any amusement from his voice that Raven’s teasing caused. He needed to remind her who was in charge here.

“Stop it Rave. I need you to take this seriously”

“I know. I’m really trying to, I swear-“

“Are you?” Raja tried to keep a rigid tone. “Because I told you I need you to do exactly as I say”

“I know.”

“And that didn’t include your shady commentary about the song lyrics. I specifically remember asking you to be still and quiet.”

Raja was being strangely serious about this, Raven wasn’t quite sure how to respond. She was slightly intimidated by Raja’s authoritative tone but also kind of turned on. Raja was really hot when he got angry. She opened her mouth to apologize but Raja cut her off, leaning forward so his mouth was right above her ear. His right hand tightly wrapped around her wrist.

“If you can’t behave properly and follow instructions I’m gonna have to take you inside and remind you how to act. And believe me, you don’t want that.”

Raven didn’t even have a chance to react before Raja suddenly spun around to face the camera man, smiling again. “I think we’re gonna do a couple more takes and then switch it up a bit, move on to the next part”

For the next few takes Raven did exactly as she was told. She didn’t make any noise, she just stood and stared directly into the camera lens as Raja continued to touch her neck and shoulders while he lip synced. However her mind was distracted by Raja’s calm, casual warning in her ear and wondering exactly what he meant by “remind her how to act”? The thought of Raja taking Raven inside to punish her was strangely arousing and she wasn’t sure how to feel about that. Submitting was one thing, but actually looking forward to punishment? That was not something Raven was familiar with. There was just something about Raja that seemed to make her crazy sometimes. The tension between them was tight like the knot in Raven’s stomach, yet he was still so gentle with her. The stark contrast between Raja’s stern words and his feather-light touches was driving her crazy, and she wished so badly that Raja would let her do something other than simply stand there, unable to look at or touch him.

Raja on the other hand was fully enjoying the complete submission he felt from Raven after their little talk. He wanted to see if she really was trying to take this as seriously as she said, so Raja found ways to knowingly test her limits. He would intentionally touch her as softly as he could, breathing the song lyrics next to her face and letting just the tips of his fingers dance across her collarbone, and then suddenly he’d move to the other side and grab on to her shoulders and neck harshly to see if she would react. But she was so good for him, staying still and doing exactly as she was told. Her eyes never diverted from the camera, but Raja could still see the combination of distraction and need behind them. It was a game of wills they were playing, and Raja had to be in control. He had to win.

Finally Raven thought her prayers were answered when Raja announced that they were moving into the next section, but Raja wasn’t quite done playing with her just yet.

“So this is gonna be more of a tight shot, just the shoulders up, so we won’t see anything below that” Raja explained while he checked to make sure her makeup was still intact. Raven sent a silent thank you to the lord above that she would finally be able to move and touch him, or so she thought. “I still want you mostly still though. I’m going to be behind you in your ear so you won’t really see me” Raja noticed the faint disappointment in Raven’s eyes even as she nodded. He smiled as his hand left her face and skated softly down her body, pausing to run his fingers over her hip and slowly moving across the waistband of the front of her jeans. “but you’ll feel me, and you can move a little more. You don’t have to be so stiff this time.”

Raven inhaled sharply at the feeling of Raja’s fingers so low on her stomach. His gentle touch coupled with his deep voice had her entranced, and she internally willed his hands to travel just a few inches lower as she nodded again to show she understood. Raja didn’t hear her silent plea and instead ran over to check-in with the sound guy that everything was set at the correct time. Raven let out her breath, suddenly remembering that there were other people on set, and mentally ran through Raja’s directions again. They were starting the breakdown section. Raven vividly remembered listening to the song alone in her bathroom, and realized the “breakdown” was likely that section in the middle with all the moaning and whispering. Raja was going to do all that behind her? And she wouldn’t even be able to see? Raven would be lying if she said she wasn’t a little disappointed.

The heat of Raja’s body coming up behind her interrupted her thoughts, and she instantly felt his hand begin to caress her back. Ever since his little ‘threat’ earlier, Raja’s hands were like a magnet to Raven’s skin, constantly touching as soon as they were within a certain distance. Each small touch felt like an electric current running through them both, and it evoked a heady sense of desire in the pit of Raven’s stomach. Raja leaned her chin on Raven’s shoulder, the air between them was think with anticipation for what was coming next.

“Are you okay?” Raja asked, still rubbing Raven’s back. Raven nodded her head again, distracted.

“You can talk y’know, when I said I wanted you quiet I just meant I didn’t want you being sassy and talking back to me.”

Raven smiled meekly “I know, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” Raja’s hand moved all the way up the base of Raven’s neck as he leaned his head on hers. All he wanted in that moment was to kiss her, but he had to restrain himself to avoid making a mess of their makeup. Instead he continued to tease her, dragging the fingertips of his right hand across her shoulder blades and his left hand coming to trace over her lower back, the sensation making Raven’s eyes fall heavy. Raja leaned in and murmured softly “Remember, the focus is just on our faces here, so make sure you look at the camera okay?”

Raven was so distracted by Raja’s hands on her that she barely registered what he was saying, but still she managed to follow his instructions and open her eyes. When she felt Raja’s right hand brush over a particularly sensitive spot on the side of her neck, Raven couldn’t help but lean against Raja and reach behind her to tentatively caress his thigh. Raja hissed at her touch. The dominant side of him was screaming at him to make her stop, that she wasn’t allowed to touch yet, but he closed his eyes and allowed himself to indulge for just a moment. He had been denied physical affection since they began, but he couldn’t believe that such a small, intimate touch was causing the blood to rush below his belt. Finally his dominance took over and he pushed Raven’s hand away. “Not yet.”

Raja’s hands went away too as he signaled to start the music. A little bit of the last verse was played as a lead in to the breakdown and Raja mouthed the words directly beside Raven’s ear. At this close proximity she noticed that Raja had a tendency to actually say the words under his breath when he lip synced rather than just mouthing it. She stood a little in front of him and stared at the camera with her lips parted slightly, still a bit affected by Raja’s gentle petting moments before. Raja draped his arm over Raven’s left shoulder and let his hand drag up her chest, over her shoulder and down her back as he sang “I’m gonna give you all of my love”, then he shifted his body forward, snaking his hand around to her front and pressing himself into her back as he breathed in her ear “much much more than kisses and hugs”. Raven gasped as she felt Raja press into her from behind, not expecting to feel him half-hard against her back. She tried her best to keep her composure but Raven was sure that the camera caught the sudden moment of surprise in her eyes. Raja didn’t stop though, as the music slowed and sounds of him moaning surrounded them, Raven felt the hand splayed across her stomach begin to drift downward to the inside of her thigh. Both sets of eyes never strayed from the camera while Raja touched her and let out a breathy groan in her ear. Raven tried her best to stay still and collected but as his hand slowly inched higher up her leg Raven couldn’t control her instinctive response. The combination of Raja’s hand brushing excessively close to her and the feeling of him still pressing into her backside made Raven’s eyes fall closed and her head roll back. Raja didn’t stop the shoot to correct her, instead he pressed himself into her further, teasing her and letting her fully enjoy the sensation. His eyes stayed fixed on the camera and his hand just barely brushed against the front of Raven’s jeans as he whispered “Gimmie your cock” into her ear. Raven couldn’t help the way she pressed herself back against Raja, desperately seeking friction. And although he couldn’t deny how good Raven’s ass felt pressing into him, Raja needed to keep some element of control in this situation so his hands came up to wordlessly still her hips.

“Trust me.”

Raja reveled in the fact that he had complete control over Raven, the sense of authority and seeing her so affected by his touch gave him a high stronger than any drug could. There was nothing in this world Raja enjoyed more than dominating someone with a strong personality. That initial battle of wills leading to their eventual submission provided him with a challenge and sense of accomplishment. And anyone that knew Raven could tell you she was not a passive type, she was strong-willed and sassy and shady and beautiful, but as Raja came to know her better he saw through the front she put on and uncovered her softer, more insecure side. These conflicting aspects of Raven’s personality always intrigued him, also reminding him a bit of himself. He loved to toy with her emotions in an attempt to bring that pliable side of her out, but still enjoyed her strong-willed nature and occasional moments of insolence.

They continued like this for a little while longer, Raja occasionally running his hands down Raven’s back or across her stomach, breathing and moaning in her ear. He could see Raven becoming overwhelmed by the constant stimulation of his hands and he didn’t want things to get out of hand yet, so he murmured a low warning that he was going to let go of her. The absence of Raja’s touch made Raven whine and stumble a little without his body there to support her, but she slowly collected herself. She was already so worked up from Raja’s touching and teasing, and she felt both frustration and arousal from the fact that he was treating her like a toy doll, forcing her to stay still while he played with her however he wanted. She was happy when Raja decided it was time to switch positions again.

They switched back to a wide shot, as far away as possible without exposing the bottom half of their bodies but still wanting to capture as much of their interactions as they could. Raja turned Raven to face him, holding onto both of her hands with their bodies mere inches apart like he was holding her captive. After the heaviness of their previous interactions, both queens were restless and eager to have their hands on each other. Raven especially had spent the entire shoot so far suppressing her desire to touch Raja’s bare skin, even just the feeling of his palms against hers was enough to drive her crazy. She waited for Raja’s next direction, internally begging him to give her more autonomy.

“How are you feeling?” he asked quietly, his eyes subconsciously flickering down to her lips.

“Good”

“Just good?”

Raven smiled faintly at Raja’s flirty tone. “Really good.”

“I’m glad to hear that,” Raven felt his thumb brush against hers. “But we’re not quite done yet. And for this last part I want us close.”

“Okay.”

“Really close. As close as possible” Raja brought their hands to either side as he took a small step towards Raven, practically standing on top of her. “I want our bodies completely pressed together. I want to be able to feel every inch of your skin against mine.” Raven felt her breath catch from Raja’s words in her ear. “I need to be able to touch you anywhere I want, and I want you to touch me back.”

Raven exhaled a small sigh of relief at the last part “I’m allowed to move?”

“Yes, but only a little. I’m still the one in control, I’m gonna hold you and I’m gonna touch you. I just need you to follow me.”

“Follow you where?”

“Follow my touch” he whispered in her ear. The smile in Raja’s voice was hypnotic, “React however feels natural for you, but I’ll give you little directions while we film.”

Raven absentmindedly nodded “Okay.”

Raja’s hands left hers to signal the music and cameraman to start, but immediately they returned to stroke either side of her face. Their gazes locked as Raja’s hands continued down her face and neck. At this point neither one of them were mouthing the words, but she heard Raja’s muted instructions, “Look at the camera.” Raven did as she was told and Raja continued to move his left hand down her body. He watched intently as his hand drifted over the muscles in her chest, feeling each one flex under his touch. His right hand held onto her shoulder to steady her as his fingertips continued grazing down Raven’s stomach. Raja watched her face attentively while his fingers continued to explore, her eyes staying locked on the camera as per his instructions. His right hand came up to caress the side of her face again, and when she didn’t waver under his touch, he let his left hand drift down further to brush against the front of her leg, his right hand falling down the side of her neck. Raja closed his eyes and envisioned them in a much more private, intimate setting.

Raven felt herself shiver at his touch, but her eyes never left the camera. Although she had permission to move and reciprocate, she felt frozen in place. She was so used to being touched and manipulated like a prop, it was almost natural for her to just stand and enjoy the feeling of Raja’s hands on her. Suddenly Raja stood tall again, bringing his left hand back up to meet his right. He turned her face back towards his, close enough that their eyes fell closed. Raven instinctively leaned into him as she heard him whisper again.

“Touch me.”

She felt Raja lean away slightly as his hands wrapped around her, one on her lower back and one around the back of her head, and he continued to mouth the lyrics when the song picked back up. Raven also turned her eyes to the camera and let her arms wrap around Raja’s small frame. The feeling of his skin was like a smooth silk under her hands, so satisfying after such a long deprivation. They both posed and mugged to the camera for a moment before Raja brought her in closer, holding her in a tight embrace with one hand roughly gripping the back of her neck. Up until this point they had managed to keep at least a little bit of distance between them, but now Raja held Raven’s body flush against his own, feeling every inch of each other’s bare skin just as he promised. His left hand suddenly skated down Raven’s back and over her jeans, gently pressing their lower bodies into each other. Raven gasped as she felt her cock press against his, and she noticed Raja falter a little when his eyes fluttered in the middle of singing along. The sensation was overpowering for Raja, and his need for more took over as he leaned even further into Raven. His hands were everywhere as he held her desperately, one splayed across her back and the other caressing her face, holding her head steady as he breathed the words right next to her mouth. He heard a small sound escape from Raven’s lips as he subconsciously pressed himself into her again. Both of them were completely overwhelmed by the feeling of them rubbing together through the front of their jeans, but finally Raja forced himself to pull away before things went too far.

Raven slowly opened her eyes when she realized Raja had stepped away from her. She was met by Raja’s intense stare, a stare Raven knew from previous experience meant he was both hungry and insatiable. They paused filming and gave each other a moment to take a breath and compose themselves, but even through his own lust Raja still wanted to check on Raven before coming together again.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah” Raven breathed and nodded.

This time when they came together their interactions were a little softer and more hesitant. Their bodies were still pressed together, unable to part for more than a minute, but Raven only allowed herself to touch Raja’s back with just her fingertips. Raja delicately reached his hand up to Raven’s neck, eventually wrapping around the back and gripping tightly to anchor her in place. Raja’s soft then suddenly strong grip on her neck made Raven inhale sharply and close her eyes, enjoying the feeling of him taking complete control, her whole body tingling with anticipation. He held her close as his left hand continued to gently caress her, drifting over her collarbone and tracing patterns down her chest. Raja savoured every reaction he saw across Raven’s face, trying to burn the image into his memory. The contrast between the rough grip on her neck and the feather-light touches against her skin held Raven in a trance, and when Raja’s hand moved down to stroke her leg again, this time much closer to where she really wanted him to touch, she couldn’t help the breathy moan that escaped her parted lips. Raja smiled at the sound, amused by Raven’s slowly waning self-control. He knew exactly what she wanted, what she craved, and Raja wanted it too. But he was the one in control, he held the power, and only he was the one who decided exactly when Raven would get what her body was begging for. Raja was feeling particularly power-hungry today, and he wanted to tease her just a little longer.

Raja continued to play with her, his hand wrapping around to the back of her thigh and gently scratching his nails up and down. He observed each small reaction on Raven’s face, and also felt the reactions to his teasing in her pants, every so often feeling her cock twitch against his. The soft gasps and lolling of her head gave him a sense of satisfaction. Raja knew he had complete control over her now. She had reached the state of submission Raja yearned for when he initially thought to cast Raven in this role, and the way she subconsciously followed the sound of his voice, silently begging him to close the slight distance between them, told Raja he could do anything in that moment. His hand left the back of Raven’s leg and came up to spread across her cheek, the other still gripping the back of her neck. He watched as Raven slowly opened her eyes and they both paused for a moment, gazes locked. Raven’s icy stare was piercing but held a noticeable sense of desperation, her eyes pleading with Raja to give her what she needed. Raja held her gaze for a moment longer, wordlessly reminding her that he was the one in control, but still his left hand was gentle as he moved to caress the side of her face. Finally he let himself lean into her, extremely slow and restrained as both of their eyes fell closed in anticipation. Raven barely moved, allowing Raja complete control as their parted lips brushed lightly against each other. He was so slow and tentative, breathing into her open mouth. The teasing was pushing Raven to the edge. She instinctively tried to lean in closer, desperate to close the distance completely, but Raja would not allow her any power. He held her firmly in his hands as he gently pressed his mouth to hers. All the tension that had been building throughout the day, the touching and grinding and soft whispers in Raven’s ear, ignited and exploded like fireworks at the first bit of contact. Within seconds Raven felt Raja’s tongue slip into her mouth, leisurely exploring the new territory, and she immediately flashed back to their first kiss outside the bar. She remembered the way he held her against the wall while their tongues roamed freely. This kiss felt much more controlled but still a bit experimental, and this time Raven gave into Raja completely, letting him take the lead with her hesitantly following.

Raja’s grip on her face was somehow both firm and gentle, holding Raven in place as he kissed every inch of her mouth that he could reach. Raven stood mostly still, eyes closed and arms languidly wrapped around Raja’s lower back while he spread his dark lipstick all over her skin. Raja’s hands finally released their iron-like hold on the back of her neck, instead coming up to frame either side of her face. Raven felt his lips and tongue trail across her chin, leaving messy, dark brown streaks in their path. She was caught by surprise when she felt a soft bite on the left side of her bottom lip, letting out a soft whine at Raja’s sucking and nibbling, but he didn’t let up. Raja had waited far too long for this; imagining all the things he’d do to her mouth, thinking about how her swollen lips felt against his tongue, and how she’d look with his lipstick smeared across her face. He subconsciously rocked his hips into Raven’s before roughly pressing his lips to hers again. The slight pressure sparked something inside her, and this time she fully reciprocated Raja’s kiss. Their kiss was still slow, but this time more urgent and desperate as their fingertips dug into each other’s skin.

They continued their dance for another minute, both of Raja’s hands coming down to circle around Raven’s neck as his tongue licked against hers. He heard the cameraman say something which finally caused Raja to pull away, suddenly remembering that there were 2 other people present. He looked over to see the camera still filming so Raja continued his performance while Raven recovered from his attack on her mouth. Raja could feel her body almost limp against his own, her chest rising and falling with deep, heavy breaths. She was completely exhausted and he wanted to take advantage of her satiated state, so he continued to tease her just a little more. Raja brought his hand across Raven’s shoulders and back, feeling her exhale heavily and lean into him. His hand continued on a path down the front of her chest and stomach, his fingers just barely ghosting over the noticeable bulge in the front of her jeans before continuing down her legs. Raven was overtaken by the amount of stimulation, leaning into Raja’s touch and letting her head fall back with a breathy moan.

For a moment Raja’s eyes left the camera to glance at the small monitor to his left, appreciating the look of pleasure on Raven’s face. As usual Raja’s attention was fixated on her mouth and the sight of her lipstick smudged across her face, exactly as he pictured it in his mind. Raja had one last idea that he wanted to film before they wrapped and he released Raven from his teasing and torture.

“Rave” he whispered to see if she was still coherent enough to follow his directions. It took Raven a second to register her name though her haziness but eventually she opened her eyes, instantly searching for Raja’s warm gaze, but his eyes were focused on her mouth. Raja’s hand lifted to the side of her face, his thumb grazing over her smudged makeup, and Raven thought for a moment that he was going to lean in and kiss her again. Instead she felt his hand glide down to lift her chin slightly. His fingers lingered just below her bottom lip, still seemingly entranced by her full, messy pout. His next instruction took Raven by surprise.

“Open your mouth.” Raven’s response was automatic, still hazy from their very long and intense makeout session. Raja smiled at her easy compliance “Good girl, now lick me.”

Raven looked at him with a dazed confusion, unsure if she had heard him correctly.

“Lick my fingers” Raja instructed as he traced them along her bottom lip. Raven hesitantly stuck out her tongue and licked the pads of Raja’s fingers. Both of them shivered at the intimate contact and she heard Raja curse under his breath. “Turn towards the camera and do it again.”

Raven followed his directions and turned herself slightly so her eyes were on the camera. She let her tongue run over Raja’s fingertips again while he smudged his own lipstick even further with the back of his hand. This time however, Raven didn’t just stop at a simple lick. Once her tongue reached the very tips of his fingers, she put 2 of his digits completely in her mouth, sucking on them gently. Raja hissed with a perfect mix of surprise, arousal and frustration at Raven for not following his instructions directly. He pulled his fingers out of her mouth and stroked the side of her face. “So eager” he shook his head, but all Raja could think of now was Raven’s lips around him. He hadn’t even noticed that the song had ended and they were standing in complete silence. Raja broke their stare to look up at the crew, easily shifting from intense to casual.

“Did we get all the footage we needed?” Raja asked the guys behind the camera.

“Yup, I think that’s a wrap!”

[jui-imouto-chan]

Part 10 of the Mostly Human AU

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Getting through to the last of the suggestions from @manadrite ‘s most recent comment (as of posting this)! I love having suggestions, keep ‘em coming!

Connor isn’t one to get terribly scared. He actually gets a thrill from scary situations.

His sense of self-preservation is startlingly low, for a being granted with immeasurable intelligence. At least, that’s what Hank claims.

Furthermore, Connor loves Horror. From movies to novels to images, he loves things made to be scary.

- Connor may or may not have had a weird crush on Slenderman for like a week. 

Maybe it was the towering height and the lack of a face, or maybe it was the slim fitting suit that made the creature so appealing to him.

Okay maybe Connor has a suit kink.

When he sees Gavin in an officer’s clothing and finds the man slightly attractive, it’s clear that he just straight (pfft) up has a uniform kink.

Connor will take this newfound information to the  g r a v e.

Connor goes to see a horror movie with Hank and the twins, and he’s ecstatic. 

He puts all of the pieces together detective style to figure out how the protagonists are either gonna die or solve the problem while Collin and Conan grip their seats a bit too tight and while Hank mutters flaws about the movie under his breath.

“This scene does not include a lap dance.” 

“What was that?” 

“Nothing!”

By the end of the movie, Collin and Conan had migrated to partially hide behind Connor, and Connor points this out to them.

They lie and say they were getting sleepy, and were dozing off on his seat.

Connor goes with it with a knowing smirk and a wink, mischief twinkling in his eyes.

Connor goes missing one day.

They try to give him a call when he they don’t see him that morning, but they receive no answer.

Hank and the twins storm through the house, upturning furniture and looking under the beds, in the closets, outside. He’s nowhere to be found.

They call up all of his friends, but nobody knows where he is.

The DCPD gets at least fifteen calls all at once reporting Connor missing.

While everyone is freaking out, Connor is actually, in fact, not missing.

He is out for a walk, Sumo at the vet’s for a check up and grooming, and he spots an animal shelter/pet shop. 

There are dogs and cats in cages by the windows, and Connor gravitates towards them without thought to anything else.

He enters the shop and, after talking with the person behind the counter for ten minutes, is surrounded by animals, all vying for his attention.

He’d never seen a cat before this, and honestly, he now holds cats to the same regard as dogs. 

It’s his first time seeing a lot of animals, all of them immensely cute. He giggles when a rabbit nibbles on his pointer finger.

The employee who allowed this to happen is melting against the counter, everything is too much. Too cute. 

The employee pulls out a camera and records, knowing the manager would love to use this as an ad. 

Connor already gave his consent for any media that his interaction might appear in, so it’s all gucci, even though Connor’s too preoccupied with the animals to even realize he’s being recorded.

Connor is there for a few hours, all of the time considered blissful to the android.

The video was sent to the editor as soon as the employee got clips of Connor interacting with each and every one of the animals. 

It's edited impressively quickly, yet still professionally; the editor accredited it to “passion”. 

When the ad goes up on all of the shelter/shop ‘s social media, with Connor tagged in the photo, everything halts.

Connor finally registers that his phone, being sat on by two guinea pigs, is ringing.

He answers it, and is disappointed when he's told to return home immediately by Hank. Hank sounds angry, distressed, and relieved all at once.

The employee reassures him, telling him that he can return whenever he’d like.

There’s an issue when Connor is on his way home, however, as he gets attacked. 

A man tries to mug him with a knife to his throat, pushing him into an alleyway, and while Connor manages to push him away, he doesn’t anticipate the man having accomplices.

He gets a few surprise stab wounds that go into some biocomponents, but their timers are set to at least an hour before he shuts down.

He defeats his attackers and sends Hank his location, telling him that he needs emergency care needs to be taken to Kamski as soon as possible.

His systems kick him into sleep mode against a cold alley wall to preserve thirium, which leaks copiously from his many wounds.

Connor wakes up to the ceiling of Kamski’s “operating” room, vaguely wondering if the past few months had been the equivalent of a dream, if he had imagined all of the friends he’d made and all of the things he’d experienced.

The thought...saddens Connor.

Luckily, a few minutes after he awakens, he hears Hank’s gruff voice and a plethora of footsteps approaching the room he’s in.

Connor goes to sit up, but winces in pain. His movement brings up a prompt, asking if he’d like to interface with the android equivalent of an IV, though it contains a liquid that promotes self-reparation at the cost of his mental capabilities being lowered until his wounds are healed.

TL;DR, it’s the closest Connor can get to pain killing medication.

He accepts the interface and he suddenly feels...oddly happy?

Everything is moving around the slightest bit and Connor can’t help but smile. Everything was great and he was having fun, sitting on the table. 

He giggles drunkenly.

His wounds are slowly closing themselves, and he scoots to the edge of the table while humming an unknown tune. He smiles triumphantly once his knees finally hang over the edge, he kicks them and rocks his head side to side.

When everyone enters the room, he’s surrounded by people and get-well gifts and he’s just so happy. He really doesn’t think of the consequences of his actions.

So that’s exactly why he thanks them all with hugs and kisses, skin tingly and buzzing while his chest feels warm and full.

The members of Jericho are frozen when he gives them all kisses to the cheek, and then all of them simultaneously slap a hand onto their cheek and stare at each other with pink faces. Daniel and Simon both duck their heads while Josh pulls his hood over his face and rugs on the drawstrings. North is suddenly more occupied with poking Markus’ red cheeks and teasing him as he shakes.

Hank tries to fight him off, but eventually relents, ruffling his hair bashfully. Conan and Collin both turn their heads as he approaches their cheeks, leading to him kissing both of them on the lips, though he just laughs good naturedly when they both nod at each other and go to opposite sides of the room, ears red.

Ralph and the Jerrys are surprisingly shy when Connor kisses them, but Ralph gives him a kiss on the cheek back, while the Jerrys all rub their necks and look away with silly grins.

Luther and Kara let Alice take their share of kisses, and she presses a kiss to Connor’s nose.

Rupert tries to escape Connor, but the brunette grabs his sleeve and gives him a kiss to the temple. Rupert immediately tries to flee the room, and Connor waves. Rupert hesitates before waving back and running away.

Connor goes to give Gavin a kiss, too, but the detective shoves a homemade cupcake in his mouth before he can. He still manages to give the guy a hug, though.

Kamski approaches, by Connor’s hug and kiss for him are stolen by Chloe, who had just snapped out of her shock at seeing Connor surrounded by a goddamn harem.

She growls at everyone in the room, sans Alice, Hank, Kara, and Luther.

Kamski is kinda concerned?? People don’t growl like that, wtf.

Also, he’s kinda upset that she’s keeping him from getting affection from his own creation but he’s not about to let his head get ripped off today

Chloe says that there’s too many people in the room, it’s getting late, and that Connor should get some more rest so that he can recover completely.

She tries to sound pleasant, but she really just sounds threatening af

Once she’s sufficiently scared the fuck out of everyone there and gotten them to leave, she puts her hands on Connor’s shoulders and tries to explain that nobody is allowed to touch him bc he’s too precious and, “nobody deserves you. This world doesn’t deserve you. The G-Man in the sky doesn’t even deserve you u pure boi.”

He doesn’t remember a word of this in the morning, but Chloe doesn’t know that.

He goes home in Hank’s car, Sumo already back from the vet and now laying across his lap, and finds out that Conan and Collin are at registration for their next year of college 

(lol idk if thats something u have to go do at college, im 15 and clueless)

Next Level: College Care Packages and Birthday Parties (suggested by @supposedlymatureadult )

X | Continue to Next Level

O | Save Progress and Quit to Main Menu

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I think I got carried away with the kissing but I just really wanted Connor to be overly affectionate. At least I didn’t go down the sexual route.

Leave suggestions in the notes or in my ask, along with any questions, comments, and anything else!

Side note: If you want to receive notice of this AU but not the other random things I post/reblog (don’t worry I‘m not offended if that’s the case), I’m marking them all with #Jui’s Mostly Human AU in the tags, so you can follow that instead if that’s preferable!

[sampaii-ca]

Make Me Beautiful..Darlin You Already Are:  Ch. 2 (Klance fic)

Hello hello everyone!  Here is the second chapter to my Youtuber fic.  It is also written for Klance AU Month :)  If you haven’t read the first half you can find it here .  Happy reading!

“Shiro PLEASE don’t make me go to this stupid thing.” Keith muffled into his pillow. He really didn’t want to leave the comfort of his own bed.

“Keith.” Shiro used The Tone. The one Keith knew that if he looked up from his pillow sanctuary that he’d see Shiro giving him puppy eyes. He peeked out from under the pillow, yep, there they were. Shit, he shouldn’t have done that.

Shiro started to make a low whining sound, like a sad puppy. “NO Shiro.” Keith tried to ignore his whimpers but ultimately knew it was no use. Once Shiro turned his puppy face on him he’d ultimately cave into whatever it was Shiro was asking of him.

“Keith, it’s just one party.”

“It’s a FRAT party Shiro.”

“Plllleeeeeeeaaassseeeee.”

“Ugh, why do I even have to go? I’m not going to know anyone.”

“You’ll know me and Adam.”

“You two don’t count, especially after you’ve been drinking. You’ll run off to go make out and leave me all alone.”

“Keith, you’ve been cooped up in your room studying all week and now that finals are over, you need to get out and live a little.”

Keith glared at Shiro,”I’m not getting out of this am I?”

“Nope!” Shiro replied, popping the P for emphasis.

“Fine, but I’m not going to enjoy myself.” Keith pouted.

“Great! I have your costume all ready for you anyways!”

“Wait! Costume!?” Keith squaked. “You didn’t mention a costume!”

Shiro’s only response was his cackling heard down the hall.

***

“Chug chug chug chug!” Shiro downed his drink and slammed his glass down on the table.

“You should probably go stop him, unless you want a repeat of last Halloween.”

Adam groaned but didn’t make a move towards Shiro. “I’m at a good buzz point right now and don’t want to babysit.”

Keith rolled his eyes, “Your funeral.”

Adam chuckled, “More like lucky day, he gets really handsy when he’s drunk.” He made a grabby kissy motion towards Keith.

“Eww, TMI dude, TMI.” It’s not like Keith didn’t already know this, he’s seen them drunkenly make out more than once.

Keith took another swig of his beer, hiding his smirk behind it. As much as Keith gave them shit, he was happy to see Shiro and Adam together. Shiro deserves to have someone treat him well and Adam filled those shoes nicely.

“I’m going to grab another.” He gestured to his empty bottle. “Grab me another will you?” Adam asked.

Keith nodded and headed towards the area where the coolers sat.

“O my god your costume is amazing!” A shrill shriek sounded right next to him. He startled a little at the loudness and turned towards the girl. “Uhhh thanks.”

The girl, who had on a “toga” (see bed sheet), ran her hand down the front of his armor. “You look really good in it.” She purred.

“Cool, thanks.” He mumbled and pulled away from her, hurrying down the hall towards the drinks.

He reached the cooler and grabbed a few beers, out of the corner of his eye he noticed a glint of gold. Glancing over to the other side of the room, there was a man holding a gold tinted trident. His hair was short and hazel colored and he could see an undercut towards the back hiding under his leaf circlet.

Someone called out Lance and the man turned around. Keith’s breath caught in his throat, this man was beautiful. His face was chiseled, almost like it was made out of marble, but he also had a cute upturned nose. Bronze skin covered broad shoulders and peaked out from behind a blue/teal chest plate with engravings of waves etched into it.

The man, who Keith assumed was named Lance, started to walk towards his friend and as he walked under the kitchen light, Keith could see that he had the bluest eyes he’d ever seen.

Lance must have felt his gaze on him because he turned towards Keith and made eye contact. The force of his gaze swept over Keith like a tidal wave and he took a step back, not remembering the cooler was there. His foot got caught and he went tumbling over the cooler, landing hard on his ass.

“Ow! Fuck! That hurt.” He kicked the cooler away and discovered that everyone had saw and were now snickering all around.

Ugh, at least I didn’t drop the beers.

“Are you alright?” A voice asked from above him.

Keith looked up to see those blue eyes that caused all of this in the first place staring down at him. Lance was holding out his hand to help him up.

“Ya, I’m ok.” Keith took Lance’s hand and he pulled him to his feet. Hmm, stronger than he looks.

“I thought Ares was more graceful than that.” Lance smirked as Keith got to his feet.

“Ya well I didn’t know Poseidon was so beautiful.”

Wait….shit I wasn’t supposed to say that out loud!

He looked up to see Lance looking down at the ground with a blush high on his cheeks and his lower lip caught between his teeth.

Oh! He’s cute…

“I’m Poseidon, but most mortals call me Lance.” He extended his hand out and Keith shook it.

“Ares, but you can call me Keith.” Keith’s heart fluttered like a butterfly in his chest when Lance beamed a toothy smile back at him.

Unknowingly to Keith, Lance’s friend Hunk had been recording the whole thing from across the room.

*** Three months later….

“Hey babe, what are you up to?” Keith walked into Lance’s apartment, setting down the take out he had bought them for lunch.

“Editing!” Was the response he got from down the hall.

Keith doled out the food onto two plates and walked down the hall to the office, Lance was hunched over his computer.

“Have you been at this since I left?”

“Hmmm?” Lance looked up from his work, “Ya I have but I’m almost done.”

Keith set the plate down next to the computer and dropped a kiss on top of Lance’s head. Glancing at the video on the screen, ”Hey is that me?...Wait, that’s from the summer frat party where we met…”

Lance slurped some noodles into his mouth,”Ya it is...I wanted to talk to you about maybe... posting a video about how we met.” He looked up at Keith sheepishly and smiled. “My viewers have been commenting that they think I’ve been seeing someone and I know you’re not big into the whole YouTube thing but, you’re important to me and I’d love to introduce you to them.”

Keith was kind of speechless, he knew Lance’s channel meant a lot to him so being asked to be included in it was a big deal.

Gulping down his bite of food, “Ya-ya, I’d love that Lance.” He looked at Lance and sent him a toothy grin. Next thing he know he had a lap full of Lance kissing all over his face.

“Haha! Lance! Ok ok.” Lance nudged his nose against his. “Thanks babe!” Lance pecked his nose and got up, returning to his computer.

“Where did you even get that footage?”

“O well, Hunk was actually filming the whole night so we could use it in a future video. I decided to wait on it because the best part of it was when I met you..and I wanted to make sure you were comfortable with being on my channel first before I posted it.”

Geez what did I do to deserve someone like Lance, I couldn’t even say no if I wanted to.

Keith gazed at Lance with fondness but then,”Wait….that means you have EVERYTHING on camera?”

Lance shot him a smirk over his shoulder, “Yep! Everything.” He winked and stuck his tongue out.

“Lance NO!” Keith lunged for him and all Lance could do was giggle.

Needless to say, the video was a huge hit with his viewers.

[richiefuckfacetozier]

If so, could you do one for reddie? Ofc the whole losers club always got gift for eachother for special occasions, but for reddie, over the years they got gifts that were becoming more intimate and heartfelt(could possibly lead to marriage?)

Wow, the inspiration I got from this was my actual favorite! I hope you enjoy, Veronica!

Gift Giving Competition

Archive of our own

The losers club had always been very competitive. They loved to compete and best each other in everything. Whether it was school, sports, eating contests, or seeing the most movies, they made it a competition.

A person would think it was getting out of hand when Beverly tried to out bike Bill on silver then flew headfirst into a water fountain because she could not stop. Or when Stanley tried to carry more friends on his back than Mike but ended up re-breaking Eddie’s arm. Or when Richie attempted to read more sad books than Ben and could not stop crying for a week. That was all childsplay.

They got the most competitive with gift giving.

It started the year Richie’s parents forgot his birthday. He was in a sour mood all day and the losers made it their mission to fix the situation. Beverly kept trying to find ways to cheer him up with stupid pranks but nothing worked. Mike made a 4 layer cake covered in icing that Richie barely ate. Ben got a stack of records for him, but the smile he gave was forced. Stanley skipped class, which he had never done before, to go on a drive together and Richie did not crack a joke once. Richie was only able to smile a little when Bill sang to him, something he only did in his voice therapy classes.

His mood did not sincerely improve until nighttime. Eddie threw him a birthday party, which he got drunk and high for so he could finally somewhat enjoy the horrible day. When everyone left, Eddie stayed behind to take care of him.

They were on the couch, Richie’s head in Eddie’s lap humming to himself drunkenly. Eddie had no restraint in that moment, having drunk a bit too much as well. He ran his hand through Richie’s hair soothingly, something he would normally never do.

“That feelsss nice, Eds.” Richie slurred.

“It was really hard to see you in so much pain today. How are you feeling now?” Eddie asked softly. He placed his other hand on top of Richie’s entwining their fingers. It made him blush horribly but Richie did not see because his eyes were closed.

“My parents suck. They ruin everything they touch…including me.” Richie let out a trembling sigh, willing himself not to cry. He was coming down from his high, so the unshed tears threatened to drown him.

“You bring others so much happiness in this world. You aren’t ruined.” Hearing Eddie say this made the tears flow slowly past his eyelids. “Please don’t cry, Rich.” Eddie did not know what came over him, but he kissed Richie’s forehead.

Richie opened his eyes and looked at Eddie like he was seeing a new person. Or perhaps seeing him truly for the first time. “Eddie, will you kiss me?” Richie blurted out.

“I just did, dipshit.” Eddie laughed, trying to ignore the heat radiating through him.

“No, not a forehead kiss. Like a kiss kiss.” Richie’s gaze went back and forth between Eddie’s eyes and his lips. Eddie could barely keep it together.

He shook his head but squeezed Richie’s hand tighter. “I’m still tipsy and you are definitely not sober enough to be thinking clearly about that request.”

“I am too. I want a birthday kiss and I want it from you. Please, Eds.” Richie whispered the last part like a prayer. “You will win for best birthday gift.”

Richie had said it. The magic words to get Eddie’s competitive nature to flare up. Eddie brought his face toward Richie’s. Richie lifted his head so their lips could meet easily. The kiss was light and gentle at first, then something ignited in them both. Richie sat up placing his hands around Eddie’s neck to bring him closer. Eddie’s own hands shot to his waist, practically pulling Richie into his lap. Their kissing was heated and powerful, every bit of passionate tension they ever felt towards each other fusing as one.

The losers were furious the next day to find out Eddie had won by kissing Richie.

“Not FAIR! I could have done that!” Beverly screamed.

“Fucking cheater.” Bill groaned.

“That’s really cute guys. Are you together now?” Ben sighed happily.

“I still think my cake should have been more appreciated.” Mike mused.

“That’s disgusting. There is no way I would have won if we were going that route.” Stanley complained.

Giving the best gifts for special occasions became an important part of their friendship dynamic, Mike’s favorite gift was packets of exotic flowers to grow from Stanley. The two of them successfully grew a couple flowers.

Ben gave Stanley a fancy pair of binoculars that he rarely left the house without.

Eddie gave Bill a scrapbook with letters from all the losers about how much they love him and a bunch of pictures. Eddie also included a drawing of him, Bill, and Georgie that Georgie made years ago for Eddie. Never had a gift hit Bill with so much love and affection.

Richie and Beverly accidentally gave each other the same shirt for Christmas that said, “Freedom of speech is not a license to be stupid”. They also wore the shirts on the same days multiple times and got into fights about who should go home to change.

Bill found a book of poems signed by the original authors, which he gave to Ben. He added a journal, telling Ben to never stop writing beautiful poetry.

All the losers came together to buy Eddie a plane ticket for him and Richie to go to New York to see shows and eat at one fancy restaurant.

Perhaps the most entertaining gift giving came between the resident couple, Richie and Eddie. Years would go by with the two trying to one-up each other in the relationship.

Richie bought Eddie a car that he both loved and screamed at Richie to save their money.

Eddie signed a lease and asked Richie to move in with him, presenting him with a key. Richie was so mad he had not thought of that.

Richie surprised Eddie with a puppy, which made Eddie cry. Richie took a video and sent it to all the losers.

The greatest gift in their relationship happened on their 10th anniversary when they were 26. Richie came home after work feeling nervous and extra stupid that day. He had done something that Eddie was not going to be pleased about. He walked into the living room where Eddie was petting their dog.

“Eds, don’t get mad.” He began anxiously.

Eddie raised his eyes from the book he was reading to glare at Richie. “If you got another dog, I am breaking up with you. We don’t have room.”

“It’s nothing like that!” He said quickly. “I don’t know what came over me but I went into a jewelry store today.”

Eddie raised an eyebrow, putting his book down. “Why?”

“Just…I…I went in and saw this piece of jewelry and thought to myself ‘Wow, Eddie would look great with that, I should buy it’. So I did and you are going to be so mad because I spent like 3 paychecks worth on it.” Richie looked at him bashfully.

“Richie, why would you do that?!” Eddie’s voice started to raise scaring the dog off. “I only wear watches anyway!”

“I just, Eds, I know we have never talked about it and I don’t want you to feel pressured in any way but I bought you a ring. And I um…” Richie got on his knee, pulled out a small box and opened it to reveal a gold ring with silver entwined around it.

“I fall more and more in love with you each day. I wouldn’t change anything about you, except maybe your last name to Tozier, or Kaspbrak-Tozier. NO WAIT! Tozier-Kaspbrak, I want to be first. I also thank the fucking ground I walk on every day that I have fallen in love with my best friend. So Edward Kaspbrak, will you marry me?” He held the ring with shaky hands, holding his breath for an answer.

Eddie had tears in his eyes with his mouth gaping open. He stared at Richie and then the ring.

“Nooooooo.” He finally responded.

Richie’s ears started ringing and his cheeks heated up horribly. In his complete recklessness, he never thought Eddie would say no. They never said no to each other with big life gifts. He had finally gone too far.

Richie started to get off the ground. “Wait! No, I’m sorry.” Eddie flew to the floor wrapping his arms around Richie’s neck.

“Richie, I’m not saying no to marrying you!” Eddie pulled back wiping away his tears. He had the biggest smile on his face and was laughing. “I know I’ve been reincarnated to love you for at least 3 lifetimes if not more. That’s how strong our connection is to me.”

Richie let out a huge sigh of relief as his hands gripped Eddie’s hips harder to steady himself. “Ok, then why did you say no?”

“Because,” Eddie reached into his pocket and pulled out a small red box. He held it in front of Richie’s face. “If you had waited until tonight I wouldn’t have lost this match.” Richie’s eyes were huge, the biggest Eddie had ever seen. Which made him laugh harder because the glasses he wore had them magnified to a ridiculous size.

“Richie, I’m mad because I had a whole speech prepared and it has shot out of my head. But it wouldn’t be us if I wasn’t mad at you while trying to propose. I want to spend the rest of my life laughing and that will happen if I spend it with you.” Eddie opened the box to reveal a dark black ring. “So, Richie Tozier, will you marry me?”

“Fuck yes!” Richie grabbed Eddie’s face kissing him with all his might. Their hearts were pounding as Richie ran his hands through Eddie’s hair, sucking on his lip like he could transfer every bit of emotion into a kiss. Eddie returned the kiss with just as much passion. They were both crying as their tears mingled together in a wet mess of affection. They broke away long enough so Eddie could put the ring on Richie’s finger. Then Richie placed the one he had on Eddie’s. They entwined their fingers grinning at each other.

“Alright, but I’m going to win for best bachelor party.” Eddie added.

“Beverly is my best woman, there is no WAY Bill will outdo her.”

“We’ll just have to see.” Eddie stopped their talking with another kiss. Their whole lives ahead of them to be ridiculously competitive.

Bonus (The Losers’ reactions to them getting engaged):

Beverly: We are going to CRUSH the bachelor party. Oh my god, I need to start taking notes. Bill! Give me a notebook.

Bill: No! I will need them to plan for Eddie’s! Beverly, GET OFF ME.

Stanley: You are both disgusting, dumb and gay. Congratulations.

Ben: You aren’t leaving any romance for the rest of us!

Mike: So…7 tier wedding cake? Can I make each layer a different flavor? Maybe use food coloring to make each section a different color of the rainbow. Would that give Mrs. Kaspbrak a heart attack? Bill, I am also going to need a notebook to take notes.

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[katie-dub]

#FrostJones

Ice dancing duo Killian Jones and Elsa Frost barely made the cut for the PyeongChang Olympics after a disaster at the World Championships that left them without a coach. Enter Emma 'The Saviour' Swan, their new coach who might just help to add a little magic to their routines.

AKA a Tessa Virtue and Scott Moir AU, with a twist.

The wonderful @welllpthisishappening Master of the Sports AU told me that she had a prompt for a Virtue and Moir AU and I had the thought "shame they're just great friends". Somehow this idea was born and Laura and @distant-rose told me to "WRITE THE THING" and here we are. Thanks ladies for enabling me and giving this a once over. All mistakes are very much mine.

#FrostJones

A Song of Fire and Ice: The bumpy road to PyeongChang for America's ice dancing duo Frost and Jones

Eyebrows were raised when fiery Killian Jones, who missed out on the Sochi Olympics due to the infamous attack that left his former partner (both on and off the ice) dead and his hand gravely wounded, teamed up with solo figure skating champion Elsa Frost, whose icy characterisation and flawless technique earned her the title of Ice Queen. The unlikely pairing narrowly qualified for the Olympics after a disastrous performance at the 2017 World Championships left them with barely enough points to make the cut. That event also saw them part ways with their coach, Leroy "Grumpy" Short, following a rumoured face off between him and Jones. With less than a year to go to get medal-ready, in stepped Emma "The Saviour" Swan, who has a reputation for rejuvenating the careers of failing figure skaters. Here's hoping The Saviour has worked her magic on Team USA's ice dance duo, who are merely hoping for a place on the podium, while Virtue and Moir...

Killian flung aside the newspaper, scowling. He really didn't need to read more about the bloody Canadians who were certain to beat them to the gold, not least of all in a piece that was meant to be about his "road to the Olympics".

Elsa raised her eyebrows at him. "Why are you even reading that, Jones? Given that Regina had to issue actual threats to get you to talk to that journalist I'd have thought you'd want to avoid it."

He sighed and dragged his hand across his face wearily. "Yeah, I bloody well should have.”

He had known the piece would be like this, that it would hurt to read, but the events leading up to the last Olympics caused a wound that wouldn't heal. (Or hadn't, until her, The Saviour, his saviour.)

It was their final rehearsal before they at last took to the rink to compete for Team GB. They had knocked it out of the park, scored a touchdown and a variety of other sporting metaphors. He spun Milah around in delight, kissing her passionately. He'd always known they were contenders, but now he was sure that gold medal was theirs. Tessa and Scott couldn't touch their chemistry - they were so beloved that it seemed the whole world was #Team Millian, regardless of nationality.

Then came the blow to his head that sent him crashing to the ice and his whole world along with it. When he awoke everything had changed: Milah was dead. His left hand damaged. Gold, their former coach and her ex, walked free without so much as a slap on the wrist from the Olympics Committee.

So he ran away, defected to the states, determined to get one over on the country that failed him.

And now that time had come.

Well, tomorrow it would, for now he had to rest.

They were minutes away from taking to the ice and Killian was nervous. They weren't even the favourite of the American teams in the running for bloody bronze. The idea of anyone but the Canadian or French winning silver and gold had not even been considered, it was so utterly unlikely.

But they could do it, Killian knew they could.

The world may have been skeptical at the announcement of their partnership, but dancing with Elsa had seemed entirely logical. Her detached demeanour (“Frost by name, frosty by nature” was a joke she'd heard one too many times) suited his need for an entirely platonic relationship. And her looks running in stark contrast to Milah’s didn't hurt either. He was to help Elsa to put her heart into sometimes sterile style, she could improve his precision and refine his technique.

The latter of these worked at least, they could twizzle in perfect unison and they had the required pattern down. But it was the free dance that could earn them the big points and that's where they'd faltered. His spirit had been poisoned such that it was hard to convey deepest devotion when every spin on the ice bore a reminder: love brought nothing but endless torment.

But then came Swan.

It was some kind of romantic ice dancing cliché: falling for your coach - second only to falling for your actual partner. And yet, here he was.

She was just so easy to love, or so he thought. She challenged him and made him better - made both of them better. Elsa’s relentless perfectionism had eased under the coaching of a true friend. She could often be heard reciting the mantra Emma taught her “let it go, let it go.” And as for him? She had helped him to heal and move on. Not that she would ever know.

They'd been working with Emma for weeks and the improvement was significant. It was enough to make Killian wonder if she actually did have magic powers. They were stood in their final pose, having just completed their dance for Emma. They had skated well and he could see the tiny flicker of pride in Elsa’s eyes that he was sure was reflected in his own - they had nailed it for sure.

“Seriously? That's what you call romance?” He turned to her in disbelief.

“What more do you want from us?”

“You have to use your emotion - in a good way. You look like.. like a man who's pissed at his robot for not loving him.”

Elsa huffed, quietly indignant, but outwardly calm as ever while he raged. “Well perhaps you should show us how it's done, almighty Saviour.” He gave her a mocking bow, eyes flashing at her in challenge.

“Please. You couldn't handle it.” His eyebrows shot up in shock, he'd never seen this teasing side to her before.

“Perhaps you're the one who couldn't handle it?”

She rolled her eyes but skated over to them. She shooed Elsa to the side and guided him to resume the final pose with her wrapped in his arms. She gazed up at him with adoration and it felt incredible. His heart beat faster and his breath quickened - he might have cursed his body for its clichéd reaction to the feel of the warmth of a beautiful woman's body, if he weren't so busy getting lost in her eyes. His own eyes softened and he smiled despite himself, leaning in when she licked her lips. “And that's how it's done,” she said, pushing back from him and turning to Elsa. “Killian’s got a romantic soul, flash him a look of love and he will follow your lead. Now, try that dance again.” Emma skated back to the side and Killian touched his fingers to his lips, startled at his close he'd come to kissing his coach. Sure, he'd always kind of fancied her - when she wasn't yelling at him - but this?

“Come on, Jones!” Elsa called, “enough with the yearning looks, it's time to skate.” She dropped her voice low so that only he could hear. “Something tells me that you'll never look at me the way you look at her.” His jaw dropped open, he wanted to fling a sarcastic remark back at her, but he stopped himself, unwilling to let Swan hear. (And besides, a small voice inside whispered that she was right.)

They'd gone from strength to strength since that day in the rink as they had each grown closer and closer to Emma and now all there was left to do was dance.

Their names were called. Emma reached up on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek and whisper “good luck” in his ear. His nerves were soothed and he breathed more easily. He glowed with the joy of that simple kiss. He could do it, he would do it - would do anything - for her.

Killian felt light and joyful as he glided around the ice. The music seeped into his pores, guiding his movements. Elsa and he danced like a dream, every twist, turn and twizzle was in perfect harmony.

Their dance reached its crashing crescendo and they hit their final pose, looking for all the world like a pair of lovers.

The music died and he pulled Elsa into a fierce hug, lifting her off the ice with joy. “We both know I'm not the blonde you've been thinking of,” Elsa whispered into his ear with a giggle. He was so happy he couldn't even been bothered to chastise her.

They won. Of course they won. And no one was talking about their record-breaking score, all anyone could mention was the romance, their chemistry.

He'd turned off his twitter notifications after he received approximately a million mentions in a matter of minutes.

"OMGGGGGGGG @TheKillianJones & @ElsaFrost01 must be in LOVE! #FrostJones"

"I can lip read, she definitely said I love you!!!! @TheKillianJones @ElsaFrost01 #FrostJones #CanYouFeelTheLoveTonight #IShipIt”

“I DON'T CARE ABOUT THE DAMN MEDALS THEY ARE IN LOVE AND MY HEART IS GONNA EXPLODE!!! 😍💖😍💖😍 @TheKillianJones @ElsaFrost01 #FrostJones”

He had to laugh at how far from the truth they were.

And now he was sitting off to one side at their impromptu gold medal celebration taking it all in - most of the rest of the USA figure skating team were there drinking bubbly wine and cheering drunkenly although Neal and Tamara were conspicuous by their absence. He shook his head at their pettiness. Sure their unexpected win had robbed the pair of their own chance at a medal, but he suspected the no show was more a “fuck you” to their former coach, Emma. (He couldn't deny being glad of that, remembering the hint of tears that had glistened in her eyes at revealing how she'd discovered that Neal had been cheating on her with his partner. Not to mention how she'd been dragged into a possible doping scandal when she found herself blamed for a failed test - he still wasn't certain how Neal had weaseled his way out of those allegations. Tonight was Emma's night as much as theirs and she didn't need that dickhead bringing her down.)

“Hey.” Emma bumped his shoulder affectionately, sitting down next to him. “Beware of lurking gold medallists!”

He smiled wryly at her. “Just thinking, love.”

“Lurking and brooding - a classic combination.” He laughed. “Shouldn't you be celebrating?”

He raised his plastic cup to show off his rum then placed it down beside him. “Don't worry, I'm celebrating, I was just thinking how we couldn't have done this without you.”

She blushed, and twisted her mouth into a small smile that he found utterly adorable. “You guys have the talent,” she said with a shrug, “I just helped you to polish your routine.”

“You did more than that, I wasn't sure if I'd ever skate like that again after, well, you know.” He gestured vaguely and she nodded. She did know. He'd told her all about what happened, back in that night when they'd traded tragic backstories and came within inches of kissing. He still remembered how beautiful she'd looked, could feel her breath on his lips and the bitter disappointment welling in his soul. He gathered his courage, spurred on by the high of his win and the rum in his belly. “That is, until I met you.”

Her eyes widened and she looked deeply touched. She leaned closer to him, his breath caught in his chest and he watched as her eyes flicked down to his mouth. He wet his lips instinctively and moved closer to her, breathing in her air and waiting. Waiting.

She took a deep breath and gently touched her lips to his. Soft, that was all he could think. Her lips were so soft. His heart felt full. It was the barest of touches and it had him completely undone.

A part of him wondered if he was having that effect on her - hoped we was. Then she moaned against his lips and deepened the kiss and all thoughts were lost.

He pulled back from her the barest amount when the need for air got too strong, keeping her as close as possible, wanting to stay in this affectionate bubble forever. “That was -” he breathed.

“The reason a thousand hearts broke around the world. At least.” He looked up to see Elsa smirking at the pair of them. “Mine included, according to the interwebs. Don't look so worried, Jones, I think I'll live.” Her last comment was said with a wink before she disappeared back to the crowd of merrymakers.

“We better get back to all the partying and celebrating you and stuff,” Emma said, but her forehead was rested against hers and she showed no sign of moving.

“Do we have to? I'm sure we could just -”

She pushed him backwards with a smile. “Be patient.” He was about to protest, but she silenced him with one last soft kiss. “We can have our own private celebration later.”

“Promise?” He intended to sound flirty, but he sounded far too sincere.

“Yes,” she said, rolling her eyes and dragged him back to the party.

As he held her in his arms later, her hair spilling out over his bare chest, which she was using as a pillow, he wondered how he ever got so lucky. Four years ago he had nothing, but now he had everything.

[adamshanelawes]

The Evil Organised Crime Of The 'Ndrangheta In The Food Industry And How The 2009 H1N1 Swine Flu Pandemic And The Current COVID-19 Coronavirus Global Pandemic Both Started From Australian Supermarkets - And Why Supermarkets Are A Community Transmission Breeding Ground For Bacteria, Infections, Viruses, And Diseases - And The Reason Supermarkets Are An Unhealthy, Unpractical, Environmentally Harmful And Expensive Way To Buy Food And Other Essential Items - And A Necessary Practical And Economical And Environmental And Hygienic And Healthier And Safer Alternative To Supermarkets In And Beyond This Extremely Infectious And Deadly COVID-19 Coronavirus Global Pandemic

Part One: How The 2009 H1N1 Swine Flu Virus Pandemic Started From A Supermarket And Why Supermarkets Are A Community Transmission Breeding Ground For Infections, Viruses And Diseases

Woolworths Group Australia is Australia's largest corporation, and they are also Australia's largest food supermarket, Australia's largest owner of hotels and poker machines, an Australian media corporation, an Australian banking credit card finance corporation, an Australian fossil fuel corporation, and they were also Australia's largest alcohol corporation until the 24th of June 2021, when Woolworths Group Australia did a demerger with Endeavour Group so they would no longer be publicly seen as Australia's largest alcohol corporation. As Woolworths Group Australia, as Australia's largest alcohol corporation and owner of the most hotels and gambling poker machines in Australia, have been publicly stating since July 2019 that they were going to stop selling alcohol and owning hotels and poker machines, in order to focus only upon selling healthy food. So on the 24th of June 2021 Woolworths Group Australia did a demerger with Endeavour Group to stop selling alcohol, however Australia's largest corporation Woolworths Group Australia still own 14.6% of Endeavour Group and Woolworths Group Australia also gave one Endeavour Group share for every share they have in Woolworths to every Woolworths Group Australia share holder. And this is my legal statement against the corporate crime and organised crime that I witnessed and I was a victim of whilst working for 12 years for Australia's largest corporation Woolworths Group Australia.

And I Adam Shane Lawes, hereby make the following public legal statement against Australia's largest corporation Woolworths Group Australia, who I worked for a total of 12 years for until January 2009. And during the 12 years that I worked for Australia's largest corporation Woolworths Group Australia, I was employee of the month three times, and I also did managerial duties. However from the period 2007 to 2009 I then uncovered corporate corruption and corporate crime and organised crime whilst working for Australia's largest corporation Woolworths Group Australia.

As whilst working at the Woolworths Group Australia Fitzroy Supermarket Store at 243 Smith Street, Victoria, 3065. When Australia's largest corporation Woolworths Group Australia were also Australia's largest alcohol corporation. I caught Woolworths Group Australia Fitzroy Supermarket Store staff alcoholic employees drunkenly defecating and urinating in my and other staff members and customers food, causing sickness, infections, viruses and diseases. And this is a reoccurring and continual problem at Australia's largest corporation Woolworths Group Australia. Because at the first Woolworths Group Australia Supermarket Store that I worked in, a total of 18 Woolworths Group Australia Supermarket Store staff employees were terminated in one day for drunkenly defecating and urinating in my and other staff members and customers food, causing sickness, infections, viruses and diseases. However when the police are ever involved, then Australia's largest corporation Woolworths Group Australia then criminally lie to the police and say they are going to terminate the staff for stealing meat, when they are actually deliberately drunkenly defecating and urinating in my and other staff members and customers food causing sickness, infections, viruses and diseases. So when I tried to stop the drunken alcoholic staff when I worked for Woolworths Group Australia at the Woolworths Group Australia Fitzroy Supermarket Store at 243 Smith Street, Victoria, 3065, including after being continually verbally violently attacked by them. The Woolworths Group Australia alcoholic employees lied about me, including a Woolworths Group Australia Fitzroy Supermarket Store staff member who is an evil vile alcoholic called Meto Zumberic, who gets so drunk as an alcoholic at work that he would vilely attack me and other staff members for necessarily hygienically washing our hands at work. Whilst Meto Zumberic every shift would also get so drunk as an alcoholic at work that he would vilely defecate himself in the food aisles whilst he was working at the Woolworths Group Australia Fitzroy Food Supermarket Store. So when I tried to stop Meto Zumberic and also the Woolworths Group Australia Fitzroy Supermarket Store Night Manager Shane Peels, and also the other Woolworths Group Australia Fitzroy Supermarket Store staff from criminally and abusively working drunk on alcohol at work, Meto Zumberic then used an illegal phone voice recording that he had made, where he twisted the legal soft drink coke/coca-cola, that I legally purchased and was drinking visibly on the Woolworths Group Australia Fitzroy Supermarket Store surveillance cameras before my shift started, to the illegal drug coke/cocaine. So then when I confronted Meto Zumberic for making an illegal phone voice recording to falsely accuse me of using the illegal drug coke/cocaine at work, which is defamation of character by libel or slander, I was forcefully physically escorted out of the Woolworths Group Australia Fitzroy Supermarket Store and permanently banned from the Woolworths Group Australia Fitzroy Supermarket Store, and at first permanently terminated, but then two days later I was temporarily terminated from Australia's largest corporation Woolworths Group Australia.

So then two days later I was reinstated to work for Woolworths Group Australia at their Woolworths Group Australia Carlton Supermarket Store at Lygon Court 368-380 Lygon Street, Carlton, Victoria, 3053. So then the Woolworths Group Australia alcoholics then got a Woolworths Group Australia female employee called Penny Mathur (who would gloat about a warehouse size amount of alcohol stolen by Woolworths Group Australia employees, where someone was shot for the alcohol), to say I threw a heavy wooden pallet at her to try discredit me and have me terminated and criminally charged and jailed. However I was fortunately saved by a recently fixed surveillance camera that they had previously broken, and that they were going to try to use to have me terminated and criminally charged with believing it was still broken. Which if it had not of been fixed without the Woolworths Group Australia alcoholics knowing, I would have been criminally charged and jailed for a violent crime against a Woolworths Group Australia female employee called Penny Mathur that I did not commit.

So then in 2008 whilst I continued to work at the Woolworths Group Australia Carlton Supermarket Store at Lygon Court 368-380 Lygon Street, Carlton, Victoria, 3053. Including being made to do unpaid managerial duties, including illegally being made to do unpaid night shifts, and also 3 hours per shift in unpaid overtime, including 12 hour shifts without being allowed to have meal breaks or toilet breaks. And after I necessarily sent a Woolworths Group Australia Carlton Supermarket Store employee home from work called Nicholas Roberts because he was violently drunk on alcohol at work and he extremely drunkenly violently threw a box of tuna at my head, which I still get painful reoccurring headaches from, and which he then illegally drunkenly bragged he could get away with because his grandfather was a former Victorian Police Commissioner. So because Nicholas Roberts was illegally and violently and staggering drunkenly intoxicated on alcohol at work at the Woolworths Group Australia Carlton Supermarket Store, as the night-fill manager, I had to legally send him home from work. However I was then continually verbally attacked and threatened by Nicholas Roberts and his group of friends at the Woolworths Group Australia Carlton Supermarket Store, who were Melbourne University chemical and computer science students, including operating illegally out of Melbourne University, including illegally downloading and criminally stealing art from the internet, and also making pornography websites for money of girls being sexually fisted.

And Woolworths Group Australia as Australia's largest corporation are criminal and corrupt in every aspect and way that they operate. As the staff, including the store management and the Head Office of Australia's largest corporation Woolworths Group Australia is mostly constituted of uneducated and alcoholic former checkout females and alcoholic males, who as part of their sexist fascist false 'feminist' and criminal alcoholic-constructed discriminatory and criminal 'health and safety rules', they are not allowed to do the extremely mentally mundane and extremely physically heavy and horrible and physically harmful and damaging manual labour lifting of thousands of 25 kilogram boxes of food and other essential supplies each and every shift, in order to necessarily provide food and other essential supplies for the population. So someone like me who topped at business college with 98% and got first class honours at university, and I also have personally sacrificed status and wealth for time so I could necessarily self-educate myself, is instead made to do the extremely mentally mundane and extremely physically heavy and horrible and physically harmful and physically damaging manual labour lifting of 25 kilogram boxes of food and other essential supplies for the population all night and each and every shift, including being illegally made to work three hours a day unpaid, and 10 hour to 12 hour shifts without meal breaks or toilet breaks, and also illegally made to work full unpaid shifts. So the mostly uneducated former checkout females and alcoholic males who largely constitute the management of Woolworths Group Australia, which is Australia's largest corporation, and it is also Australia's largest food supermarket, and it is also Australia's largest owner of hotels and poker machines, and until the 24th of June 2021 it was also Australia's largest alcohol corporation, all get 'high off their own supply', as the staff of Woolworths Group Australia is constituted of greedy, gambling-addicted, gluttonous, obese, alcoholics who drunkenly defecate and urinate and deliberately infect my and other staff members and customers food to cause sickness, infections, viruses and diseases.

And whilst working at the Woolworths Group Australia Carlton Supermarket Store, I then uncovered corporate fraud being committed by Woolworths Group Australia and the Woolworths Group Australia Carlton Supermarket Store Manager Kevin Kilpady. So after repeatedly reporting and trying to stop the corporate fraud being done by the Woolworths Group Australia Carlton Supermarket Store Manager Kevin Kilpady. I then used the world's largest social media website at that time, to necessarily publicly expose on the internet, the corporate crimes of Australia's largest corporation Woolworths Group Australia, including alcoholic staff who deliberately drunkenly defecate and urinate in my and other staff members and customers food causing infections, viruses and diseases, and also the corporate fraud and organised crime of Woolworths Group Australia. As the corporate fraud and other corporate crime, including organised crime of Australia's largest corporation Woolworths Group Australia, which I was a victim of needs to be held just as equivalently criminally responsible for the 2008 Global Financial Crisis, as any of the corporate fraud that occurred on Wall Street and the NYSE American Stock Exchange in the United States Of America.

So then Australia's largest corporation Woolworths Group Australia then committed defamation of character by libel or slander by accusing me of being a criminal accomplice of a physically dead organised crime hitman murderer called Andrew Veniamin who was shot and killed at the La Porcella Italian restaurant in Carlton, close to their Woolworths Group Australia Carlton Supermarket Store. When I did not know Andrew Veniamin at all, and instead at that time I was living and working in the city for the government as a public servant. However Woolworths Group Australia, including the Woolworths Group Australia Carlton Supermarket Store Manager who was an Indian-Australian called Kevin Kilpady, and the Woolworths Group Australia Carlton Supermarket Store Evening Manager who is a Lebanese-Australian called John, twice brought people who were either plain clothes Victoria Police or organised criminals illegally impersonating Victoria Police, into the Woolworths Group Australia Carlton Supermarket Store to question me over organised crime and what I thought of the Italian La Porcella restaurant where the organised crime hitman murderer called Andrew Veniamin was shot and killed. Which along with the fact that the worst and many of Melbourne's organised criminals, including of the international 'Ndrangheta Mafia in Melbourne, started out working in supermarkets, including one being shot dead in a Woolworths Group Australia Supermarket Store carpark on his way to work for Woolworths Group Australia in the Melbourne Gangland Killings. Along with Woolworths Group Australia twice bringing people into the Woolworths Group Australia Carlton Supermarket Store to question me over the Italian La Porcella restaurant where the organised crime hitman murderer Andrew Veniamin was shot and killed, including people claiming to be Victoria Police, or organised criminals illegally impersonating Victoria Police, proves the organised crime of Australia's largest corporation Woolworths Group Australia. Who then tried to physically murder me with an evilly and criminally poisoned with pork and infected with swine flu pizza that they told me to eat as they lied and said it was a vegetarian pizza that was safe to eat, when I was given it to eat at the Woolworths Group Australia Carlton Supermarket Store at the end of 2008. Which before I nearly fainted within minutes of eating it, and then would have died from eating it, I managed to put my fingers down my throat, and I forcefully made myself vomit up the vegetarian pizza that Woolworths Group Australia, and whoever has been evilly and criminally assisting them, had deliberately infected with poisoned and infected swine flu pork that they put on my vegetarian pizza. And then I was extremely ill, as I was struggling to breathe and I had a sharp pain in my lungs, and I also had a high temperature and a burning hot sweating fever. Which happened at the end of 2008 at the time that Barack Obama was first elected as the President Of The United States Of America and Joe Biden was first elected as the Vice President Of The United States Of America in 2008. And then when I physically survived their physical murder attempt on my life, that physical attack on me, which then also included violent psychic-telepathic attack on me, from Australia's largest corporation Woolworths Group Australia and whoever is evilly and criminally assisting them, including people stating or illegally pretending to be Victoria Police, was so severe and so violent, and for so many nights and days, that it ended up nearly physically killing me, and it made me homeless by the time of Barack Obama's Inauguration to become the President Of The United States Of America and Joe Biden to become the Vice President Of The United States Of America in January 2009. And then my social media website, on what was then the world's largest social media company was then shut down (not by the social media company). And then the 2009 H1N1 Swine Flu Virus Pandemic began.

Part Two: How The COVID-19 Coronavirus Started From A Supermarket And Why Supermarkets Are A Community Transmission Breeding Ground For Infections, Viruses And Diseases

In August 2019, I ate Italian-Australian goats milk feta food that was bought in Melbourne, Australia from the Italian-Australian LaManna Supermarket in Essendon, Melbourne, Victoria, Australia. And later that night, within six hours of eating it, I woke up from my sleep extremely physically ill. As after eating it I woke up with severe and painful deadly physical jolts going through me that were painfully physically nearly killing me. And I also had uncontrollable and constant vomiting, and I also had uncontrollable and constant diarrhoea, and I also had a slightly hot but mostly painful extremely shivering cold fever, with painful terrifying physical deadly jolts that kept going through me that kept nearly physically killing me. And the severe and painful deadly physical jolts going through me that were painfully physically nearly killing me, and the uncontrollable and constant vomiting, and the uncontrollable and constant diarrhoea, and the slightly hot but mostly painful extremely shivering cold fever with painful terrifying physical deadly jolts that kept going through me that kept nearly physically killing me would not stop, as it kept painfully continuing and nearly killing me. So I went to my doctor and he immediately sent me for full pathology tests including on my blood, urine and faeces. However those full pathology test results dated the 3rd September 2019 could not detect the virus that was causing it as every test came back as unknown. But back at home bed-ridden I remained extremely physically ill, shivering in physical pain with a painful extremely shivering cold fever then slightly hot fever, and continual uncontrollable and constant vomiting, and continual uncontrollable constant diarrhoea. So I stayed at home, shivering in physical pain with an extremely shivering cold and slightly hot fever, and continual vomiting, and with constant and uncontrollable diarrhoea, and with a slightly hot but mostly extremely painfully shivering cold fever, with painful physical deadly jolts that kept going through me that kept nearly physically killing me. And then after 28 days and nights of lying in bed with constant uncontrollable vomiting and constant uncontrollable diarrhoea, and a slightly hot but mostly continual painfully shivering extremely cold fever, and deadly physical jolts continually going through me that kept nearly physically killing me, eventually I thankfully finally got better. And I was then able to leave my home again 28 days later once I was fully recovered. And despite the fact that every pathology test that I had said the viral cause was unknown, because at that time it was an unknown virus. This was the first case of the COVID-19 Coronavirus that has now horrifyingly turned into the COVID-19 Coronavirus Global Pandemic. And then the following year on the 11th March 2020 the current COVID-19 Coronavirus Global Pandemic was declared by the World Health Organization. With the COVID-19 Coronavirus initially having already spread on a national level in Italy, with Italy wrongfully and falsely blaming China. As it was from Italian-Australian goats milk feta food from Melbourne, Australia that the COVID-19 Coronavirus started and then spread globally, and turned into this COVID-19 Coronavirus Global Pandemic. And by August last year in 2020 here in Melbourne, Victoria, Australia, a State Of Emergency and a State Of Disaster was declared, with necessary stage four restrictions, including the wearing of mandatory masks, and necessary public stay at home orders, and a necessary night curfew, and our military necessarily patrolling our streets. And today Melbourne, Victoria, Australia is still in a necessary state lockdown due to this extremely infectious and deadly COVID-19 Coronavirus Global Pandemic.

Part Three: The Reason Supermarkets Are An Unhealthy, Unpractical, Environmentally Harmful And Expensive Way To Buy Food And Other Essential Items

Humans are far too intelligent to have to do manual labour and manual labour is far too physically harmful and physically damaging to the human body. And supermarkets are a very mentally mundane, and very physically harmful and physically damaging manual labour way, that is both expensive and inefficient, to get food and other essential supplies to the population of any community, state or territory and country.

As firstly, products are transported by trucks to a supermarket supply warehouse where they are unloaded at the warehouse. Then each day, each order comes in from every individual supermarket. So every box of products, which weighs on average 25 kilograms, is then manually hand lifted and loaded onto pallets, with approximately 2500 to 4000 boxes and 25 to 40 pallets per store. And then the 2500 to 4000 boxes on the 25 to 40 pallets are then transported each day by truck to each supermarket store. And then at each supermarket store the 2500 to 4000 boxes, weighing at approximately 25 kilograms each, are then unloaded by hand-lifting them off the 25 to 40 pallets at each supermarket store, onto large metal transport trolleys. And then the 2500 to 4000 boxes weighing approximately 25kg each are then wheeled out on large metal trolleys and then hand lifted off the metal trolleys and placed on the ground in front of where they are then sold in the supermarket aisles. And then once all the 2500 to 4000 boxes weighing approximately 25kg each are then wheeled out on large metal trolleys, and then hand lifted off the metal trolleys and placed on the ground in front of where they are sold in the supermarket aisles, they are then cut open and each product from each box weighing approximately 25 kilograms is then stacked onto the supermarket shelves. And then once the 2500 to 4000 boxes weighing approximately 25 kilograms each that are filled with products are stacked onto the supermarket shelves, the 2500 to 4000 empty cardboard boxes in hundreds of trolleys are then loaded by hand into a cardboard crushing machine, and then crushed and tied up in many cardboard bails with metal wires. Whilst every supermarket shelf in every supermarket aisle is then faced, as all products are brought forth and lined up for presentation for sale on every supermarket shelf in every supermarket aisle. For customers to then travel to the supermarket and take the products off the shelves that they want to purchase, and then scan each product through the supermarket checkouts, and then travel home with the products from each individual supermarket.

So to supply and purchase products from supermarkets, it can be seen that there is a massive amount of transportation and a massive amount of manual labour required, in the multiple loading and unloading and heavy hand lifting of thousands of heavy boxes weighing approximately 25 kilograms each, at the supermarket warehouse, and then also repetitively again and again at every supermarket store. Which is a lot of unnecessary fossil fuel use in transporting products by trucks to the warehouse, and then transporting products from the warehouse to the individual supermarket stores, and then customers travelling to and from the supermarket stores. As the use of fossil fuels is not only harming and destroying the environment and our entire planet earth, but carcinogens from fossil fuel transportation is also destroying people's health and lungs and causing cancer and death in people. And also it is a massive amount of multiple hand lifting of very mentally mundane and very physically painful and hard and horrible manual labour. And all of this also makes supermarkets an expensive way to buy and sell products - which is why supermarkets are so expensive. And it is also one of the main reasons why supermarkets are a breeding ground for infections, viruses and diseases, including especially the extremely infectious and deadly COVID-19 Coronavirus, in this COVID-19 Coronavirus Global Pandemic.

Part Four: A Necessary Practical And Economical And Environmental And Hygienic And Healthier And Safer Alternative To Supermarkets In And Beyond This Extremely Infectious And Deadly COVID-19 Coronavirus Global Pandemic

So in and beyond this extremely infectious and deadly COVID-19 Coronavirus Global Pandemic there is a necessary practical alternative to the expensive and environmentally harmful and extremely unhealthy fossil fuel multiple transportation of products. And also the very costly and very mentally mundane and very physically hard and horrible and harmful repetitive manual labour lifting of thousands of boxes at the warehouse, and then again and again at each individual supermarket store. Which is also all a breeding ground for infections, viruses and diseases, especially in this current COVID-19 Coronavirus Global Pandemic.

So the necessary practical alternative to the above mentioned problems of supermarkets, is for all food and other essential items and all products from supermarket stores, to now necessarily transition to online only retail sales. Whereby supermarket warehouses no longer require people to have to do the very costly and very mentally mundane and very physically hard and horrible and harmful repetitive manual labour lifting of thousands of boxes at the warehouse, and then again and again, costly, harmfully and repetitively at each individual supermarket store. As instead all loading and unloading and lifting boxes of products now can and needs to be done by automation and manufacturing through robotic mechanisation. In the same way the British online supermarket delivery corporation Ocado uses automated robotics warehouse distribution centres. And also in the same way that the Japanese FamilyMart supermarket has necessarily begun using a robot resembling a kangaroo invented by the Telexistence company, that is able to do the very mentally mundane and very physically heavy and harmful, but necessary manual labour supermarket work that is required to necessarily get the population hygienic, healthy and safe food and other essential items and all supermarket products. And then instead of the environmentally harmful transporting of products from supermarket warehouses to supermarket stores. And then the very costly and very mentally mundane and very physically hard and horrible and harmful repetitive manual labour lifting of thousands of boxes at the warehouse, and then again and again at each supermarket store. And also instead of supermarket customers then environmentally harmfully travelling to and from supermarket stores. Instead supermarket customers purchase food and other essential items and all products online on the internet, and then the products are mechanically packed and then transported to their home using the home delivery service. Which is a much more cost-effective and less expensive, and also a necessarily more environmentally friendly and hygienic and healthy transition to online sales and automated robotic mechanisation, in this extremely infectious and deadly current COVID-19 Coronavirus Global Pandemic.

So everyone please safely shop online instead, including when purchasing food and other essential items for home delivery. As online sales are the most efficient, economical, practical and safest and hygienic and healthy way to sell and purchase not just food and other essential items, but also the most productive, efficient, safest and hygienic way to buy and sell anything.

And we must be stricter with food and food safety hygiene laws. As this extremely infectious and deadly current COVID-19 Coronavirus Global Pandemic, started from either negligently contaminated or deliberately criminally infected Italian-Australian goats milk feta food that was somehow infected with the COVID-19 Coronavirus. And everyone please always use a legal strong sterilising hand sanitiser and a strong surface steriliser, as the COVID-19 Coronavirus is now also extremely infectious and contagious through infected and contaminated contact surfaces.

And it is vital for people globally to stop blaming China for this extremely infectious and deadly COVID-19 Coronavirus Global Pandemic. As in June 2021 Facebook necessarily further banned Donald Trump for endangering public health, by deliberately misleading people, for falsely blaming China for the COVID-19 Coronavirus, in order to deceivingly try start a trade war with China. As the COVID-19 Coronavirus did not originate in China. As the COVID-19 Coronavirus originally started in Australia in August 2019 from either evilly deliberately or criminally negligently contaminated Italian-Australian goats milk feta food purchased from the Italian-Australian LaManna Supermarket in Melbourne, Victoria, Australia that was somehow infected with the COVID-19 Coronavirus, with the first pathology test done on the 3rd September 2019. And then the COVID-19 Coronavirus was proven to then be also in Italy in 2019, including before the COVID-19 Coronavirus was in China.

And it is also now necessary for all businesses to necessarily mandatorily move to an online sales model and a digital cashless society, using only electronic payment for hygienic safety, and to also necessarily end all organised crime and corporate fraud, in this extremely infectious and deadly COVID-19 Coronavirus Global Pandemic. And also to outlaw organised crime, and for the health and safety of Australia and our entire planet earth, no one can now necessarily visit anywhere, nor buy or sell anything, unless they use a mandatory QR Code. As due to the severity and the immediate transmission of the current COVID-19 Delta, this is now necessary and vital for accurate and precise contact tracing in this extremely infectious and deadly COVID-19 Coronavirus Global Pandemic.

So if you are permitted outside, please always use a mandatory State QR Code App, when visiting any venue. This includes using a mandatory State QR Code App when purchasing food from supermarkets and any other food stores, including restaurants and cafes, and when visiting any venue including all shopping centres, all sporting venues, including necessarily all sporting stadiums, and also in all pubs, clubs and places of worship. As a State QR Code contact tracing App is now necessary for all venues and businesses, especially where people buy food and other essential items, for the purposes of contact tracing to protect people's health and safety, and to save lives. By being able to necessarily contact trace people as quickly as possible during any COVID-19 Coronavirus outbreak, to detect the COVID-19 Coronavirus transmission as thoroughly and properly and as efficiently and as quickly as possible. In order to then necessarily quickly isolate people to prevent further transmission and infections of this extremely infectious and deadly COVID-19 Coronavirus.

As it must never be forgotten, that before Victoria Police began necessarily guarding quarantine hotels here in Victoria, people escaping hotel quarantine here in Victoria resulted in a strict state lockdown last year that also required the assistance of Defence Australia and which lasted 112 days. Because over 20,000 Victorians contracted the extremely infectious and deadly COVID-19 Coronavirus that then killed 820 Victorians. So the use of Police Officers to necessarily ensure QR code compliance and all other COVID-19 Coronavirus Global Pandemic public health and safety laws, must never be viewed as a waste of police resources to fight crime. As the use of Police Officers to ensure and enforce COVID-19 Coronavirus Global Pandemic health and safety orders and laws is necessary to protect the health and safety of Australians and to save Australian lives, in this extremely infectious and deadly COVID-19 Coronavirus Global Pandemic.

And the Australian Federal Government needs to make the COVID-19 Vaccine mandatory for all frontline quarantine staff and border staff and all other essential workers, including interstate truck drivers and other essential interstate workers, just as the Western Australian State Government Premier Mark McGowan, has already necessarily done for essential workers in Western Australia. And also countries, such as France, are now necessarily making the COVID-19 Coronavirus Vaccine mandatory for all workers. Whilst countries globally are necessarily making a COVID-19 Vaccination mandatory for entry into any venue for public health and safety and to save lives, in this extremely infectious and deadly COVID-19 Coronavirus Global Pandemic.

So everyone please get vaccinated as soon as you can, with a safe and effective COVID-19 Coronavirus Vaccine. As I have now necessarily been fully vaccinated with two vaccinations of the safe and effective mRNA Pfizer–BioNTech COVID-19 Comirnaty COVID-19 Vaccine. With my first COVID-19 Coronavirus Vaccine of the safe and effective mRNA Pfizer–BioNTech COVID-19 Comirnaty COVID-19 Vaccine occurring on the 1st of June 2021. And then I had my second dose of the safe and effective mRNA Pfizer–BioNTech COVID-19 Comirnaty COVID-19 Vaccine 28 days later on the 29th of June 2021. So I am now fully vaccinated with two doses of the safe and effective mRNA Pfizer–BioNTech COVID-19 Comirnaty COVID-19 Vaccine and I had no side-effects at all.

And also after being fully vaccinated with the safe and effective mRNA Pfizer–BioNTech COVID-19 Comirnaty COVID-19 Vaccine, I still necessarily also continue to wear a face mask at all times and social distance at all times. And I also necessarily went from being vegetarian to becoming vegan.

As the 2009 H1N1 Swine Flu Pandemic started from evilly and criminally deliberately poisoned pork that was infected with swine flu and evilly and criminally cooked in a vegetarian pizza that I was given to eat at the Woolworths Group Australia Carlton Supermarket Store by Australia's largest corporation Woolworths Group Australia. And this extremely infectious and deadly current COVID-19 Coronavirus Global Pandemic, started from either negligently contaminated or deliberately criminally infected Italian-Australian goats milk feta food, that was somehow infected with the COVID-19 Coronavirus, and which was purchased from the Italian-Australian LaManna Supermarket in Melbourne, Victoria, Australia.

So everyone please go vegan, and continue to wear a face mask, and please get fully vaccinated as soon as you possibly can with a safe and effective COVID-19 Coronavirus Vaccine.

In order to necessarily help end this extremely infectious and deadly COVID-19 Coronavirus Global Pandemic. Thank-You From Adam Shane Lawes.